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aninipanin1 · 2 days ago

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Miss Manager's Miscellaneous Shenanigans

Being the manager of Blue Lock had its pros and cons, but one thing's for sure: doing your chores is easier when you have the whole facility simping at your feet.

Notes: Manager Reader is female, but I rarely use pronouns, so any gender may work for this. Manager Reader IS age 16-17, so her love interests would only be those near her age. Anyone else who is older than 20 will be platonic.

ISAGI YOICHI

It was yet another day in the Blue Lock Facility. But, compared to other days before, the air was a little hotter than usual. Even if the facility was rather closed off and most of the inside was air-conditioned, the vents still bring in the air from the outside. Unfortunately for most of you, the temperature outside was hot, and everyone who entered the training fields could immediately feel the sweat start to form even if they have not played yet.

As the manager, you immediately responded to this. Cleaning off the tumblers and filling each of them up while also preparing fresh and clean towels to bring to the many training fields scattered around the facility.

"30 down, another 30 to go."

You could not help but sigh, feeling your arms go numb as you held up another empty tumbler on the water fountain provided in one of the kitchen areas. You found yourself looking at anything around the area to distract yourself, but it's like there was anything interesting about kitchen tools, drawers, or table islands.

"Y/n-chan, do you need any help?"

You hear a familiar voice as you turn around to find Isagi, who offers a polite smile, with his Blue Lock bodysuit on, probably just finishing his training.

"Oh no, no, it's fine. I don't wanna intrude. You should probably just get some rest before taking a shower."

You reciprocated his smile, putting the dozens of towels and tumblers on a pushcart for easy travels. But the boy insisted, grabbing a few bottles and towels himself and putting it on another cart.

"It's fine, Y/n-chan! I can use the small workout pushing these things. And besides, how are you gonna push more than 3 carts by yourself?"

You stopped at that, looking at the 5 carts you prepared, one for each stratum as you mentally sighed.

"I was planning to do many back and forth travels, but you know what? One travel with a little help would be much more better, wouldn't it?"

Isagi laughed at that and agreed, carrying more tumblers to another cart. You just smiled at that, a little happy for the help.

Meanwhile, all that Isagi can think about is the fact that he had another advantage to win you. After all, who would not love a gentleman? Besides, seeing the happy smile on your face was enough to make his day a little brighter.

Today was really not Isagi's day. His pinky toe was hurting when he woke up for some reason, which lessened his performance that day, adding to that was the hot day as well. But hey, at least he got to help you and see you smile.

BACHIRA MEGURU

"What's wrong, Y/n-chan?"

You turned your head to Bachira, who was pouting, his golden eyes wide and curious with a hint of worry.

"Nothing's wrong, Bachira-kun."

"Don't lie..! Your is turned upside down! My monster told me that you're probably sad."

You blinked at that. You thought you hid the fact that you were a little down that day. You just received a text message from your mother that, unfortunately, your cat (C/n) just passed away due to food poisoning, and you were heartbroken.

But, of course, your job must go on, and you wanted to remain professional. Well, until Bachira seemed to take notice of the fact that you have been preventing yourself from looking sad.

"Don't worry, Y/n-chan! You can talk to me, remember? I don't like it when you're sad."

"Thanks, Bachira. It's just that my mom texted me yesterday, and um, well, she said my cat died. And, I just didn't want my feelings to get in the way of work, so I tried to keep it."

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

"No, no its fine. In fact, I'm quite happy that you were willing to listen."

You gave a small yet much more genuine smile, noticing that he looked quite guilty that when he found out the real reason behind your sadness.

He let out a grin before opening his arms and wrapping it around you. You tend to always forget he was quite the muscular guy, probably from all the practice. His childish and bright personality always made you feel comforted, yes, but you also underestimated him. But nonetheless, his hug was warm. Soothingly so, and it made you tear up.

Until you were now full-on sobbing on his shoulder. Perhaps it was because of the loss, but maybe the homesickness and pressure of everything weighed down on you at the same time along with the grief. You did not know.

But what you did know was that Bachira comforted your weary and grieving soul.

He swayed his upper body along with yours, hoping the movement may help calm you a bit. And it did as you slowly picked yourself up, sniffing and wiping your tears away.

"T-thank you, Bachira-kun. I really needed that."

He grinned again before patting your hair.

"No problemo! My mom always said hugs can always heal any sadness away!"

You smiled at that.

"Your mom is correct. It really did."

His smile widened at the now lighter smile on your face, his pointer fingers now pulling the sides of your mouth higher as he cheered.

"Now you're happy for realsies!! You're prettier like this, Y/n-chan, especially when your eyes are also smiling."

CHIGIRI HYOMA

"Are these all the laundries?"

You turned to the occupants of the room, Reo was currently out of the room, probably training, leaving only Nagi who was laying on his bed, sleeping away and Chigiri, who was drying his hair from a shower.

The redhead smiled and nodded his head before turning his head at Nagi, who was passed out. And around his messy bed were his dirty socks, sweaters, and other dirty laundry. The lazy genius did not find the energy to put all of it in one basket, causing it all to be scattered in his side of the room.

"Oi, Nagi! Pick up your damn clothes and put them in one basket. Be thankful Y/n-chan is already doing your laundry for you!"

"Don't want to. 'Ts a hassle."

And he fell asleep again, making a vein pop in Chigiri's forehead. Meanwhile, you just laughed and shook it off.

"It's fine, Chigiri-kun. I'll just pick it up."

Chigiri rolled his eyes at this, not agreeing with how forgiving and patient you were to the white-haired striker. He put the blowdryer down before heading over to your figure that was already picking up the dirty laundry of Nagi's.

"I'll help you. I feel kind of bad."

You blinked before giving a smile that made him smile as well. He felt quite bashful while also impressed. How can someone be so calm and understanding towards everyone? He would never understand that. Maybe it was because he was quite intense, and at times, demanding?

But, he was quite happy and satisfied that someone like you was the manager of this whole Blue Lock thing. You were so approachable and easy to the heart and even eyes that even he, someone quite guarded, found it easy to rely and talk to you.

"Thanks, Chigiri-kun!"

As you two picked it up, you could not help hut laugh whenever Chigiri would flick a sweater in Nagi's face or "accidentally" dropping a dirty sock on the genius' nose, out of spite.

Nagi just shrugged this off, thinking that caring is also a hassle.

"Thanks for picking it up for me, Chigiri."

Nagi muttered in his sleep which just pissed the redhead off.

"I did it for Y/n-chan, not for you, you idiot!"

MIKAGE REO

"I have to what?!"

"I'm so sorry, Y/n-chan, I know you're already so busy but, the JFA insisted for this to be submitted tomorrow."

You blinked at the pile of papers you needed to read and edit and somehow submit to the JFA Union tomorrow, and it was already noon, too. How will you even finish this?

Nevertheless, work is work, so you accepted, asking Anri to put the papers in your desk. For the rest of the day, you just focused on the paperwork, zoning out of reality and time to just hopefully meet the harsh deadline that loomed upon you.

"Y/n-chan! Have you seen - oh, sorry, did I interrupt you on something?"

Looking up from your desk, you found Reo peeking his head from your office door. You gave him a polite smile, tilting your head.

"No, its fine, Mikage-kun. How may I help you?"

"Eh, I already told you, Y/n-chan. You can just call me Reo. Oh, and I just wanted to ask if you know where Chris Prince is? I have a few questions for the training regime we have."

"Oh, right, sorry. And, I heard he and the rest of the masters have a meeting with Anri-san and Ego-san. They would probably be over in a bit."

He nodded at that before he looked at your face that screamed, stressed. Your hair was in a messy hairstyle, with your baby hairs and other strands falling on your face. Your eyes looked weary, with bags under them.

"What are you doing? You don't look too good."

"Ahh, these? These are reports made by Anri-san and Ego-san. I'm the one who's gonna edit all of these for the JFA. It was supposed to be passed next month, so we weren't in a rush, but then they moved it to tomorrow, so here I am."

Reo winced at the thick pile of paperwork. He just stood there for a bit until a smile broke out of his face. He did not need to contemplate. After all, he was always willing to help you.

"Come on, I'll help you with that, Y/n-chan."

"Eh? But, I don't want to intrude-"

"You aren't! I don't like how you're stressing over this. Besides, I do have experience with professional reports because of my father's company, I'll be fine!"

You were ready to say 'no' again, but he was ahead of you, picking up half of the papers and finding a chair to sit on beside you.

"Reo-kun-"

Then you felt a pinch on your cheeks as Reo pinched both of your cheeks lightly, chuckling at the cute expression on your face.

"Shhh, I already told you, it's fine. Just focus on your work, okay?"

"Ehkway.."

You bashfully said as he continued pinching your cheeks. Reo could not help himself. You were too adorable when you acted all mature and responsible.

NAGI SEISHIRO

"Finally. This week was so busy."

You found yourself walking like a zombie towards your room. As you passed by the dining halls, your ears picked up the sounds of hushed gunshots and shouts like someone was playing. Peeking your head at the door, you found a familiar mop of white hair sitting on one of the chairs, head and arms on the table, said arms stretched out and tapping on his phone.

"Nagi-kun? Why are you still here? Lights off is in an hour."

The boy perked up, as he lifted his head when he heard your voice.

"Y/n-chan...It's just a hassle to stand up and walk to bed."

He pouted at the notion of even standing up from his position. You sighed at this, knowing the tendencies of Nagi. He was not called "Lazy Genius" for nothing, after all. Sitting down beside him, you were prepared to pull whatever words you can from your brain to hopefully convince him to head to the rooms or else, Ego would probably scold him.

But, you couldn't help but watch how effortlessly aim and shoot in the games he played. For someone who found moving or even thinking of the notion of moving was a hassle, he moved his fingers across his phone screen quite flawlessly. He was skilled and agile on his hands and you cannot help but be impressed.

"You're really good at this, Nagi-kun."

"Meh, I missed a guy earlier."

You chuckled at that and patted his hair, which made him scratch his head against your hands, resembling a cat. That only urged you to pat his head more. His hair was quite soft even with all the tangles, seeing as he was probably too lazy to brush his hair.

"Your hands are warm and soft. Y/n-chan. I like them."

"Eh, um thank you..?"

You did not know if you were supposed to take that as a compliment, but you just did. Then he turned his head to you, offering his phone.

"D'you wanna play?"

"Huh? Oh no, I'm not really good on games like that."

He tilted his head at that.

"It's fine. You said you like rhythm games, right? You have the instincts and skills to move your fingers accurately already, so you'll learn fast on this. I'll help you."

"Oh, okay, if its okay with you."

You accepted his phone, albeit unsurely. He moved his head to rest on your shoulder to watch and spectate on your gameplay, teaching you what to use and what not to use. Even giving tips on how to better your aim or how to find opponents fast.

It was a calming experience. Nagi was a really good teacher when it came to games, very straight to the point and simple with his words. His voice was quite calming, too, not low but definitely a bit on the huskier and whispery side, as his voice and hums vibrated on your shoulder.

Like with you, Nagi found himself enjoying the moment. No noise except the sounds of the game along with your and his voice adding small quips. Your shoulder was also quite comfortable, your body warm, contrasting the cold air the air conditioning in the dining area provided.

He liked your presence, so serene and gentle, yet sharp enough to excite him. That's was his first impression of you, rather. And that has yet to change.

He was too immersed and comfortable beside you that you two did not notice the time passing. It took Ego coming inside the dining area to scold you and Nagi for both you to notice the time and head to your respective rooms.

But, deep down, Nagi did have to admit, he felt quite annoyed and disappointed that you two had to part so early.

I got too carried away with Nagi's meanwhile Chigiri's felt too short oop- anyways I hope you all loved this one. I might make many parts for this one. I really wanna make Miss Manager a series but idrk...

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

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anisangeldust · 3 days ago

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Worship this love 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: Coriolanus can’t seem to stop winning, of course he has to make sure you’ll never leave..

Part: ← iv

Warnings: misogyny, cheating, death (poison), coriolanus’ fucked up mind, descriptions of a dead body, mentions of blood, smut (p in v), baby trapping, dubcon, semi forced pregnancy? Minor threats.

A/N: DDDNE, please don't read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable. Your internet consumption is not my responsibility. happy new year!! Sorry this took me so long. This series gave me terrible writers block for some reason ENJOY!!

“I should that bitch an Avox, maybe then she’ll learn to behave” Coriolanus chuckled as you sat on his lap, one hand on your waist and the other cradling a glass of neat whisky.

That warned him a playful smack to his chest “Coryo!” You scolded. Classic. Despite how much Livia did to anger, hurt, and even injure you, you never wished ill upon her. It was one of the many reasons, Coriolanus thought, that she’d never be on your level. She would never be as genuinely pure.

“Dove, I’m going to get rid of her” one of his hands toyed with the ruffles of your uniform “you know that, and it’s not your fault.” His voice cooed sweetly.

A gentle sigh left your chest “I know.. I just” you look into his piercing gaze, the adoration bubbling in his crystalline pupils was almost tangible as he watched you speak. “I don’t know.. I just hate to waste a life like that-“

“Her existence is a waste of life.” Coriolanus cut in sharply, setting down his drink and holding your face in both hands “my sweet, baby dove. It’s my choice that Livias life is going to end. Don’t feel guilty. She’s trying to hurt you. And that’s not okay.” He murmurs and pecks your lips, a gesture you happily reciprocate.

“Okay..” you nod and smirk gently. Climbing off his lap to resume cleaning.

“Good girl” the president praises and pats your bottom. Ever since you two first started sleeping together, you’d made sure to put on a little show of wiggling your hips with every swipe of a duster, bend down unnecessarily, or accidentally forget to wear a bra so your perky nipples were visible through the uniform fabric. All of which earned you a spanking or rough fuck.

You both loved every second of both.

——

“President snow. Your berries and root.” A hired, non avox worker set them down in his office under strict orders. Coriolanus could almost smell the enticing aroma from here, yet they seemed to simultaneously irritate his nose..

The president gave a curt nod “thank you” he stated before waving his hand to order the worker away.

An avox came in a small bit later, their hands gloved with a cage gripped tight between their fingers.

The avox set the cage down and uncovered it, revealing a plump and skittering rat, the perfect test subject for the level of poison in the berries.

Coriolanus stood up and leaned against his desk, nodding to gesture for the avox to begin. Taking a single berry, the worker sets it in the cage of the rat, letting the rodent sniff around for it.

It doesn’t take long for the animal to eat the poisoned nightshade. And it took even less time for the creature to start flailing and then stop breathing, laying dead in the confines of the cage.

A smile played at the edges of Coriolanus’ mouth “good.. very good” he nods and grabs a sticky note, writing down instructions to the chefs on making the berries into a pastry, and the hemlock into tea.

“Give this to the chefs. Let it fall into the wrong hands and I’ll have your head” The young president hands the basket and the note to the avox. “And get rid of the rat” he scoffs.

——

Coriolanus observed the head chef very carefully as he reduced the berries into a jam and steeped the hemlock root and stems into Livias daily chamomile tea.

The poisonous jam was then pipped onto some pre-made croissants, so inconspicuous, ready for consumption.

Just as Coriolanus moved to leave, you come up behind him “is that what you’re doing with the nightlock?” You giggle and kiss his shoulder.

“Nightlock?” He looks down at you and takes your chin with two fingers.

You nod “yeah. Deadly nightshade? Hemlock? Nightlock. It felt appropriate” you giggle.

Coriolanus shakes his head and smiles “you’re too cute” he chuckles and pecks your lips, murmuring against the affectionate exchange— “I don’t want you to see Livia die. Stay in my office” he coos.

You nod obediently and nuzzle his cheek “m’kay”

“Good girl” he murmurs and moves his hand to playfully squeeze your rear. Your doe eyes gaze making his trousers feel a touch too tight.

——

The morning air of the Capitol felt a little too thick, whether it was the wight of his own decisions, or the constant pressure of Livias presence, something or someone was always crowding Coriolanus. Though he knew subconsciously that the minute her pulse stopped, the smoke would part.

You were his only respirator, the constant air tank in the fog. As much as he tried to convince himself that love was pointless to him, he would be reminded that he loved you. And oh he loved you. Your fluffy hair and happy attitude was the sunshine cutting through his dark days.

That’s what kept him going as he climbed into bed that night, mentally preparing to have to deal with the press, how he was broken over Livias death, and how he was trying his best to help her sudden illness, but in the end it won.

He was torn from his thoughts by the devil herself voice “Coriolanus?” Her body was next to his before he could respond.

“What?” He sighed and looked over at her, his eyes dark and cold, the opposite of his gaze when he looked at you, even she knew that.

“C’mon! Don’t be like that. Our wedding is soon—“ that almost made Coriolanus puke in his mouth “—and we are going to be expected to have an heir. So we could at least practice?” She giggles. Coriolanus had to hide his grossed out scowl “mhm. How about tomorrow night? I’ll be all yours okay?” He looked over his shoulder and Livia nods “Okay!” She giggles and turns over “oh, and once we’re married I want to discuss some staff with you”

By “some staff” he knew she meant you, but he chose not to comment on it, he knew she wouldn’t live to see their wedding. Whether it was the berries the next morning or blunt force was unknown, but she wouldn’t make it.

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You sat in Coriolanus’ office, snug in his chair with a book and the promise that he’d be back soon. “I don’t want you to see it” he murmurs and kisses your head “it’ll be over quickly, then I’ll be all yours” he tries to soothe the guilty feeling he can tell is brewing in your gut.

“Okay.. I love you” you murmur and he chuckles “I love you too, little dove.” And with that, he leaves and locks the door.

At the dining table, Livia was sitting and waiting for tea and breakfast. Coriolanus sat down and started to sip his coffee, nothing out of the ordinary for them.

The avoxes set down breakfast, pouring Livias tea, and then yours. Making sure to switch the teapots.

“Mmm. I haven’t had pastries in a while” she giggles and takes a bite “what’s in here? Jam? It’s very good” she smiles and takes another bite.

Coriolanus lets out a genuine smile to Livia for the first time ever, though it’s for different reasons than she might think. “It’s a new berry the gardener planted. I figured you’d like it.” He smirks.

She washes the pastry down with the tea “mm, it was delicious” she coughs “the tea is quite bitter though. I guess it was a bad batch” she shrugs.

“Probably. Sometimes the leaves get weird” he nods in agreement, though his eyes were trained on her face, he almost felt disgusted for paying so much attention to her, but he couldn’t let her live.

It only took a few moments before she started having a coughing fit, pouring herself more of the bitter (hemlock) tea and drying to ease the soreness, but it only made it worse. “Coryo..?” She wheezed out and gestured to her throat “water..” her voice was scratchy, he could tell her throat was closing.

“Hmm? Oh my. Yes, I’ll be back” he feigns concern and gets up, taking his time to get her water.m he comes back to Livia wheezing and gesturing for him to come quickly. Coriolanus hands her the water, which is quickly guzzled and then spat out as she starts to convulse.

“I can’t.. —it.. Coryo?” She whines and tries to stand up, only to collapse on the floor.

Coriolanus can’t help but giggle as the staff all stand and do nothing, even though he knew they all disliked her; (also they were all threatened into silence) but the amount of apathy was almost satisfying.

He leans down as she started to grip at her neck, her lips turning blue “pity really, you had so much potential.” The president shakes his head and sits back down, continuing to eat his breakfast, showing Livia in her last moments that he never really did care about her anyway.

After a moment, her body laid still, a small pool of blood tricking down from the edge of her mouth. Another minute passed before a daring avox reached out to check her pulse, looked over at the nonchalant president and nodding.

“Dead?” Coriolanus asks a different worker, who promptly checks herself and confirms.

“Dead.”

The instant euphoria the President felt was almost orgasmic. She was dead. He never had to deal with Livia ever again.. nothing was between you two now..

Daring to look ate her corpse, Coriolanus was met with glazed over eyes and blood trailing from her mouth and nose. She was dead, and he had never been happier.

——

The doors of his office opened quickly, Coriolanus raced in and scooped you up, capturing your face in a searing kiss. “Dove..” he murmurs and starts to walk, out of the office and up stairs, kicking open their his room door.

He sets you down on his beautifully plush bed and starts to tear off your clothes. Your giggles filling the room “so I’m assuming she’s gone?” You murmur and he nods “you’re mine..”

He had crazy eyes, the kind that made you want to simultaneously run away and open your legs, of course you chose the latter. Coriolanus didn’t even bother taking off your underwear, he just ripped a hole right over the wet skin of your cunny.

“Oh fuck babygirl..” he sinks a finger in your tight pussy and growls “I’m gonna breed you..” his voice is low and dark. His hands move off you momentarily so he can undo his pants, allowing both his pants and boxers to fall so his semi-hard length can hang out.

Your eyes roll back “please do daddy” you nod and spread your legs further, allowing him better access to your slick folds.

Today wasn’t a day for foreplay, maybe another, perhaps a day when his ex fiancée wasn’t laying dead in the dining room would be better? No matter, he needed you. And Coriolanus was a taker, so took you he did.

His hard length slid into your juicy pussy, becoming enveloped in your tight heat. The feeling causing both you and the president to moan out loud. “Oh.. mmm— daddy! Yes!” You cry out as he starts to piston his cock into you, the length bullying its way into your cunt.

“Fuck— you’re— always so— tight… no matter how much I fuck you..” he growls and keeps moving, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he holds your legs against your chest. “Gonna breed this— greedy hole..” he croaks and moves a hand to rub your swollen clit.

You let out a gasp and squeal before nodding “please—! Let me come! Breed me!” You beg breathlessly

“Yeah? You’d— fuck— you’d like that huh? Being my bitch? Having me stuff you full of my children?” He grunts before thrusting one more time and spilling his cum into your womb.

His fingers work over your nub until you cum, your pussy clenching Coriolanus’ cock, the import of his release visable in your abdomen “yesyesyesyesyes!” You scream out before gasping for breath, the force of your orgasm almost too much.

The President lays down and pulls you flush against him, breathing in your scent while his hand moves against your belly “gonna pump you full, soon this belly will be plump with my heir”. He breathes the promise,

you look at him with both want and trepidation “what about the press? What will they think?” You murmur and he lets out a hearty chuckle.

“You know what Dove? I don’t give a single fuck. I want you barefoot and fucking pregnant with my seed. You aren’t leaving me. And I’ll never let you go.” While it seemed sweet, you could taste the underlying threat in his words, you try to leave and you suffer Livias same fate.

“I won’t leave, I promise” you murmur and kiss him.

He beams. “Good girl. Now. Let’s get you into something more fitting for a future First Lady.”

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solar4seekstron · 3 days ago

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Before and So Forth - Chapter Eight

Transformers One Indie Series

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Chapter Eight: Megatronus, Sentinel, and Starscream

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven

-Timeline One: Sentinel

-Timeline Two: Starscream

Content: 18+, Megatronus is such a husband in this I can’t-

TW/Tags: Angst with Starscream and a bit with Soundwave, Megatronus is my beloved OMFG, a bit of sexual harassment, death, fake death, sad endings.

Notes: While writing this for some reason I imagine his voice sounding like Bryan Tyree Henry's voice. Silly but while writing for Megatronus here I was like “OH LORD THIS MAN IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS-“ so- yeah-.

It was peaceful in Iacon. The light making its way through the cracks in the underground Iacon city. The Sun shines through the windows of many apartments in different directions.

Megatronus awakens in his berth as the sun shines over his optics. A small smile plastered on his dermas. Optics looking at his open window.

Showing the beautiful city around and above him. A perfect way to start the day. Meanwhile to same happening to another special bot apartment. Yours.

You woke up from your peaceful recharge as soon as the sun hit your optics. For the first time in a good while. A smile was on your dermas once awaken.

Soon, sitting up on your berth. You then stood up and started to get yourself polished.

During your clean-up, you soon felt a tug in your spark. Megatronus sending you a warm feeling through the bond as a good morning. You smiled and sent another one to him. You continued after he didn't respond.

Your frame is nice and shiny all over. You chuckled to yourself. Mostly like a girly giggle. Your pedes kicked a little in the air as you sat in a chair. After grabbing a piece of energy, you made your way to your door with a skip.

Primus you must seem ridiculous, soon flying to the tower. Making your way towards the entrance. Once inside you made your way into the halls. Getting closer and closer. That’s when you ran into the chest of Soundwave. Who was waiting for you at the corner of the hall? He knew you’d bump into him once you turned to the next hall.

The halls. We’re pretty quiet. Many must have been getting ready for a mission based on the report you received before waking up.

Before you could respond, he then grabbed your wrist. Pulling your frame back against his own. His other arm moves around your waist.

His upper frame leaned forward, making your upper half lean back.

He then played through his blaster the intro song of that drama series you and Shockwave watched the other day as one of the main mech characters' voice speaks over the sound. “Let us rule to city..together. With Our Passion My Love!.”

Soundwave acting according to the scene to the sound. Not speaking. You just stared at him for a moment before crossing your arms between you both.

Trying to hold in a chuckle while he remained looking at you. You then well nonchalantly your words, taking him by surprise. “This ain’t going be enough to change my mind Soundwave?” Soundwave helm lay low while you kept staring at him with a smirk. You are both still in the same position.

Frenzy then spoke from behind. “Well, we tried. Guess it wasn’t meant to be.”

Rumble hit the back of Franzys helm while Ravage just did a frog blink. Soundwave standing fully straight while still holding you. Finally letting you go and just looked down. You then placed a cervo on his shoulder as you spoke.

”We can talk about the success of the prime after the meeting. Alright?”

Soundwave just watched you while you made your way past him. You then give Rumble and Frenzy ‘the look’ as your pet ravages on the head. Fully passing them to one of the meeting rooms with Starscream and the other primes.

Not seeing Soundwave glaring at both Rumble and Frenzy who just chuckles nervously while Ravage scratches herself against the wall.

At the meeting. You took your seat next to Shockwave. His one optic followed you while he spoke to you. His optic even doing a full 180n as he watched you walk past behind him and then sit.

“Ah, Y/N how did Soundwave's little attempt at romance drama go for you?” His voice spoke with curiosity. You let out a chuckle.

”it was as romantic as he could make it. Sadly it’s not enough as it would in a TV show.” Shockwave let out a sigh and started to read on a data pad that was in his cervo while he spoke. “I remember when he tried that with me after we broke up. It didn’t work but I still appreciated.” He said so casually.

You were reading a data pad that was at your seat. Until his words are finally processed in your mind. You then turn your helm towards him in a bit of confusion.

His optic looking down at his data pad while he is reading. His one optic showing it. You were about to ask, not being aware of his and Soundwave's former relationship. But then you’re cut off when Megatronus's voice is heard.

Both you and Shockwave turn your helms towards him. You already had your usual smile on your dermas.

So it was harder to not let it grow larger as you watched and listened to Megatronus speak. “Now then my soldiers. Today is the day the me and the other primes go to the surface to end this war. Megatron's voice boomed. Sitting at the head of the table.

Alchemist and Nexus Prime were there with him. Taking their seats at both sides of him while he spoke. You looked down at your data with your usual smile.

The others did the same while he continued to speak. You glanced at him. Seeing that he was looking at you too. Your smile grew a bit larger as your optics stared down at your data pad once more. You know he’s smiling under his mask.

He then looks back at his data pad. Never have stopped talking.

“As for the rest of you, the order is that some of you stay here to keep watch and guard the city. More of the guards coming with us as a possible backup. We already made it clear for Soundwave and Starscream to be sure to reach any of you who choose to stay in case of any changes and emergencies. Is that clear?”

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. You placed the data pad down while Megatronus continued. He continued while you listened. Looking at him just like Shockwave did. Mostly to not seem suspicious.

“Now we leave at 2. Arriving an hour before their meet-up. Keep your guard up and don’t disappoint. You are the high guard. You don’t just serve us primes. You also serve Iacon.” For a moment he stared at everyone else. He glanced at you for a little while longer before looking away. You knew he meant that on purpose.

“Dismissed.” He kept holding his larger datapad while the other two primes then started speaking. You walking along with the others next to Shockwave.

Your optics choose to glance towards Megatronus once more. But you noticed his optics seemed almost sad while he stared down at his data pad. Nexus speaking as Megatronus and Alchemist just nodded in agreement. You continued to walk out through the hall with Shockwave.

He made sure to wave you goodbye with his cervo. You doing the same.

Then looking down at your data pad while you made your way to the waiting room to join the others. That is until someone grabbed your arm. Stopping you. When you looked back, you were met with Starscream.

A frown as usual on his dermas while he stared down at you. You spoke. Your voice is streaky and calm. “Starscream? Is something up.”

He seemed to be in deep thought before speaking. His expression and optics are a bit softer. “This mission will be very dangerous. I would hate for you and your Conjunx to join us. Because we don’t know what to expect once there.”

He leaned down a bit. His voice grew quieter.

You just stared at him with your bright yellow optics. His cervo still holding your arm. You finally responded in a hushed tone. There are still others around you two of course.

”I’ll make that choice with my partner. So you’ll see me when you see me.” You can see the annoyance in his expression. You then leaned your helm up closer to his own. His own remained still while you both continued to stare at each other.

”Why don’t we wait to do this, after the meeting yeah? See you then.” You finally leaned your helm back. Pulling your arm away and walking away from him. Starscreams cervo is now down to his side while he watches you walk away with narrowed optics.

Seeming to be deep in thought. His optics continue to stare at you, while Soundwave, Rumble, and Frenzy Peaked your helms out from the corner of the hall looking at you walk away and Starscream still standing there.

You make your way closer and closer to the room. Descending to wait to speak to Megatronus before it was time. It was still morning after all.

As you got closer, you noticed this purple femme walking by. She was built differently than the bots who you usually see around here. She just looked at you with a side optic. A frown on her dermas before she walked into a room. Sentinel quarters..You watched as the door opened.

Sentinel was there holding a data pad. As you continued walking you’d noticed this strange red button on the data pad he was holding. He didn’t seem. To notice you when she closed the door behind you.

You looked down for a moment as you kept walking with the others down the hall. So, you kept moving forward. But then you got an idea. And start to make your way to the training room you always go to. That’ll be a good place to clear your mind and possibly wait for Megatronus call.

Once there, you made sure to take a seat on the floor. Close enough to the door without getting hit. You then pulled out your sword. Not being able to use them for a while. You then looked down at it.

Seeing your reflection, seeing your scar on your cheek. You’re optics unsure and scared of what’ll happen in a few hours. It’s only the sixth day of this damn week. Yet it feels so much longer. You then look up unsure. You felt certain of your choice before. But now.

Going against bigger Quintessons. You might not come back. Even if Megatronus is there or not. If you stay then you’ll have a better chance at surviving. Waiting for his return.

But would that make you less of a warrior? Maybe not.

Staying to protect Iacon is part of your job as well. You let out a choked sob. You didn’t even realize you were crying. Everything changed in more ways than one, this week. And now you’re down to a choice that can go bad in every other way.

If Megatronus ones return to you, then it can be the end of your current relationship with Starscream, Soundwave, and possibly even Shockwave.

Primus, why can’t life in Iacon be simple?

You didn’t realize you were sitting there for several minutes. You were so deep in thought. Only being able to be taken out of your thoughts when a larger cervo placed itself on your shoulder.

You then turned your helm towards the bot. It was Megatronus. You were about to stand, but his cervo on your shoulder kept you in place.

He then makes himself comfortable next to you. His cervo then holding the side of your waist he then pulls out his cog. Making his frame turn smaller and smaller next to you. His cervo remains on your waist. He noticed the worry on your face. Then speaking. “Don’t worry. The doors are locked.”

He let out a chuckle while he took off his mask. You let out a soft sigh.

“My apologies, Megatronus. I just. Well, don’t know what’s the right choice. I wish to stay to protect Iacon and come as backup. But shouldn’t I also join you in the fight? What if…” You sigh. “Megatronus these are the higher up Quintissons. What if I’m not as strong enough?

Megatronus other cervo gently held your chin. Making you look at him, making you stop. You stared up at him while he stared down at you. You then watched as he leaned down. Giving you a gentle and loving kiss.

You return the kiss. Your optics closing while you take the moment. His optics staring down at you.

His optics are soft and bright. His white optics admire your every feature. Your kiss remains. Quiet. Yet enough to be heard in the room. You let out a soft sigh between kisses. His cervo once holding your chin moved to gently hold one of your cervos.

He is the one to pull away before leaning down again to kiss your cheek. Then your neck.

Then your shoulder. Every kiss is soft and delicate. Your optics remain close. Both his servos holding you and keeping you close to his frame. Your cervos instinctively take their place on his shoulders.

Megatronus continued for a couple more minutes before he let out a deep chuckle.

“You speak as if anything will happen to you. I will never let anything happen to you. As long as I live.” He looks at you once more. His cervo around yours gives a good squeeze of reassurance.

“Remember Sweetspark. You are MY Conjunx. So when I return. No matter what choice you make. I better see a smile on your dermas and in my arms without wasting another second.” He said all with a smile. He then let out another deep chuckle while you just stared at him with unsure optics once more.

He gives you another gentle kiss on your dermas.

His dermas only a couple of inches from yours when he pulled back. Then whispering in his softer tone. “Tonight, I’ll be the one making the dinner. You just stay by my side and look wonderful for me my love. After all. You made sure your frame looked extra nice today. Didn’t you?”

A bright yellow blush appears on your cheeks. Your optics widened a little. He noticed you cleaned up your frame with an extra polish. He let out another deep chuckle. “Make your choice my love. No matter what. We will reunite with each other.”

”I Promise.”

You responded with a shaky voice. “I know you will. My Love.” You finished. As soon as his dermas connect with yours one last time. The kiss lasted for a whole minute until he finally pulled away. Receiving a call from Sentinel.

Megatronus let out a soft groan. His cervo once on your waist moves to his audio sensors to answer the call. His other remains on your cervo.

He talked through the call while you waited. Your helm slowly and hesitantly rests on the side of your helm on his shoulder. Almost hearing his spark while he continued to speak. His frame was so warm. The side of your frame, starting with your shoulder was against his front frame.

Your optics close for a moment while trying to at least enjoy another moment with him. The call was soon over and he let out an annoyed sigh. He looked down at you. Then placing a soft kiss on the top of your helm.

Speaking once more. “I’m sorry my dear. It appears we’ll have to head out earlier. Like..30 minutes..I deeply apologize.” You panicked a little. Sitting up a little more.

Your helm and frame were no longer on him as you spoke. “Megatronus-“

”Shh shh listen. Nothing will change. It’s just the timing. Make your choice. And whatever you pick. I’ll love you as you are.”

He gives you one last kiss before pressing his forehead against yours. Optics closed for a moment. Yours closing as well. “I..” You spoke for a moment. Before continuing. “I’ll see you then. After my choice.” You gave a reassuring smile.

His smile grew a little more. He then put back on his mask. “Until then, Sweetspark.” He stood up before you. You watch while he puts on his cog and makes his way to the door while his frame grows larger. His helm turning to face you. He then gives you a nod. Unlocking the door. Then walking out.

Once the door closes behind you, you feel a warmth in your spark. Megatronus gently pulls at your spark. You let out a soft chuckle, your cervo placing itself over your chest.

You let out a soft sigh. Sitting there for another few minutes. Optics are closed while you imagine everything from this week with everyone. To when Megatronus first placed his dermas on your own for the first time. When Starscream kissed your shoulder and the many times he spoke to you.

Shockwaves questions to you when you both watched your favorite show. Your small yet meaningful moments with Soundwave. Along with what Rumble and Frenzy said to you.

Not to mention everything with Sentinel Prime. The kiss he forced upon you. And the lady from earlier today meeting with Sentinel.

Your moment last night when you finally bonded with Megatronus for the first time after such a blessed night. And then. The moment of you and Megatronus in each other's arms. Sharing a wonderful kiss just from minutes ago.

A smile remains on your dermas.

You have to make a choice now. Thinking about both Megatronus and Starscream's words..what can you do? You sit thinking for just a few more moments. As many mechs words flow through your mind.

Until you finally got it.

You stood up. Getting in front of the door. Determination in your optics as the doors soon open. You taking a step out. For a moment you glanced down the hall across from you. Where the sentinel door was, where that femme walked through. You thought for just a moment. Looking down until you pulled yourself together.

Finally, your pede takes a step before you. Making your way to your destination.

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Timeline One Sentinel

You made your way to the left to the room where bots would be staying as backup.

Opening the door where you don’t see many bots. Just two. A purple femme and a green mech were currently speaking to each other. You made your way to one of the bleachers of the lobby. Waiting for orders by one of the primes or a superior. You then send a message of a feeling through your spark.

Megatronus meanwhile was getting his weapons ready. He felt the pull through his spark. Knowing what it meant thanks to the feeling. He smiled under his dermas and sent a pull through the bond.

Letting you know it’s alright. And an “I love you” through the spark. You smiled gently while the other two didn't pay much attention.

Along with the other high guard, Starscream and Soundwave were waiting for orders near the entrance for the other primes. Ready and sure of themselves to get started with the mission. Shockwave antennas move around now and then.

It’s been almost 15 minutes since. So you sat there and waited with the other two. The two not paying much toward you. Eventually, when the high guard was about to in a couple of minutes. Sentinel then opened the door. Walking in so casually as he spoke.

” Well isn’t this interesting. Three guards choose to stay to protect the city and then join the primes. The other two bots huffing while you remained silent. He continued.

”Well, I only hope you all stay on top of your mission because who knows who we might need out there.” His helm then turned to face you. You remained still as he winked at you with a grin. “So! See you three then. If we ever need you guys of course.” He chuckled making the others scoff.

He then gave you one final look with that damn smile before casually walking out of the room. Cervos behind his back while he walks out. The doors then closed behind him. Making the room silent.

After a few minutes, the high guard and Megatronus had already left. Out of nowhere, the room became dark. You looked around, using your night vision sensors as you looked around frantically. The other two bots doing the same. You then hear one of them speak. “Hey what are you-“

SLAM

You blacked out.

After several moments, your slumber almost pencil. You’re then jolted awake with a stinging pain in your spark. You soon feel yourself screaming in pain. Finding yourself in restraints by your wrists and ankles. This continued for a moment longer until someone stabbed something into the side of your neck.

This causes you to fall asleep once more. The pain leaves sometime after you knock out.

During your slumber. You began to awaken when you heard a faded voice. Slowly your optics became online. And your frame was soon hit with much pain over your frame. On your neck and your chest.

You felt that the restraints were no longer holding you down. You slowly sit up despite the pain, soon feeling a cervo on the middle of your back. But you don’t think much to react. Sentinel's voice slowly becoming more clear. Your frame then leaned to the side. Resting against it while he stood there next to you.

His other cervo holding the side of your waist while you continue to lean against him trying to gather your thoughts. He continued while you just listened. “Shh shh hey just calm yourself. You were knocked by those traitors of guards. Luckily my apprentice arachnid saved you.”

Your optics would open and close while he spoke. Megatronus's face with his smile soon appears in your mind. You start to try moving out of his arms and off the table you were currently on.

”T-The war. Meeting. They-“ Sentinel then interrupted you. He holding you firmly by the waist and arm.

”Hold on there Y/N. I’m afraid you’re too late.” His voice almost sounded sincere. You just stared at him in confusion until he spoke once more. Turning your frame to face him. Legs dangling off the table.

”I’m afraid we…” He stopped for a moment. You then spoke as you stared at him.

Being at the same height as him. “Sentinel, what happened? Did they win? Is the war over?”

He just let out a sigh. Staring you dead in the optics as he continues. “It was an ambush. And those two bots there. We’re meant to try to kill whoever was left to send word to the damn enemies. My apprentice was able to save you in time while I was out helping the primes…I was….the only one able to make it out I’m afraid.”

He watched you as his words set in. Your optics slowly grow wider and wider from the realization.

No…no no no! NO! “No that- that can’t be right!!! They’re the Primes they can’t lose!!! I- I have to go there. Maybe at least one survived.” You were able to almost get past Sentinel until he fully wrapped his arms around you. Holding you still as you got yourself to the floor.

Tears fell from your optics while you cried out. “No not them! Not them!!” Starscream, Soundwaves, Shockwave, and Megatronus images appear in your mind as you try to get out of Sentinel's grasp.

Their smiles and joyful optics appear while your optics start getting blurry from the tears.

Sentinel continues to hold you close. Not noticing his annoyed expression while holding you back from running to the surface. Minutes went by as you kept trying to get out of his grasp. He spoke next to your audio sensors as you kept struggling.

”You need to calm yourself. There’s nothing you can do now. This was hours ago! He’s gone Y/N. They all are! We are all that’s left now! Iacon needs you now! I need you by my side to carry on The Prime legacy! You hear me?!” His words boomed in your mind. Feeling yourself slowly stop struggling.

Your frame slowly stopped while you stared at the floor. Sentinel's arms remained still for a moment longer. Slowly letting go while he sat on the floor with you. Then getting next to you.

You then felt his cervo gently holding your chin. Making you turn your helm towards him. Tears still falling while he spoke. “You must stand. You are a part of the High Guard. With you, you can carry on the High Guard legacy, even if you didn’t fight alongside them today.”

He then helped you up after grabbing both your cervos. You stood as you continued to listen to him. “Many made sure I was able to escape so the city would at least have a leader to protect them. But I can’t do that without your helm.”

He helped you sit at the table once more. You continue to stare at him as he makes himself stand between your legs.

”You can either remain strong or join me by my side. And help me keep Iacon up and running. While I search for the matrix that Primus has set to be somewhere at the surface of the planet. Or..” He paused. Leaning his helm close to yours he continued. “You can leave. And be seen as a traitor and failure just like those bots.”

You stared at him confused. “Because I’m the only bot who can protect you. So what will it be? Because I won’t wait long this time sweetspark.”

You both continue to stare at each other. You then looked down between you both as you thought of his options. But the news of the Primes dead is still racing through your mind.

His cervo held your chin once more. So your optics stare at him. Instead of a worried Sentinel as of before. He was just glaring at you.

You felt your voice caught in your throat. Your dermas parted to try to speak but couldn’t. He then got annoyed. Speaking once more as his helm leaned a little closer to yours. “If I were you, I’d say “Yes Sentinel Sir.” Because I can’t promise that I’ll be a nice leader. Understood?”

You felt yourself shake a little more. You realized. This is Sentinel.

You most likely don’t have a choice. Slowly, very slowly. You gave a nod. Sentinels had a perfect smirk on his dermas while his optics stared down at you.

You remained silent. He let out a deep chuckle, his helm leaning to be next to yours. His cervos gripping the side of your waist once I spoke once more. “Glad to have you. My personal bodyguard.” He deeply chuckled once more.

Your optics open a little. Your cervos instinctively went against his shoulders when he pulled your frame closer to his own.

His helm turned to the side to press his dermas under your audio sensors as he whispered. “I’ll have my apprentice guide you to your new sleeping quarters in the Primes tower. Give you enough time to process your grief of Megatronus.”

Tears were still falling down your optics. Sentinel stood there with a smile for a moment longer. Then turning around making his way to the door. Once the door fully shut. The tears fully went don’t.

They were gone…truly gone now. You’re alone. Your cervo then moved to hold the spot where Sentinel placed a kiss. The feeling only stinging above the spot.

The same spot Megatronus kissed.

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Timeline Two Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave

You turned right, heading to join the other guards for the mission.

Once out of the tower you flew alongside others to the surface. Once landing, you soon see that all of the high-guards army was there.

You continued to walk deeper and deeper through the crowd. Seeing the main three somewhere at the front. Soundwave seemed to be staring in your direction. You stared at him while he stayed still. But when he moved his helm to the side you figured he must not saw you.

So you continued walking until you were somewhere near the middle but still close enough that Megatronus could see you.

After some time, Megatronus has sent you another pull. Asking if you’re alright. You of course responded and let him you’re prepared to fight for the planet. You and Megatronus continue this dance for a little while more. You tried to hold in your chuckle when he teased and messed with your spark.

You then heard the other primes coming. Zeta was the first to transform and stand. The other Primes walked behind him. Megatronus then transformed taking his place near the end. His optics dim but you know he’s staring at you.

Finding you easily in the crowd. You glance at him. You both smiled at each other while Zeta continued.

You then felt a smaller cervo grab your own. When you looked down, you saw Rumble. You had a smile on his dermas. He wanted your attention.

You looked back up at Megatronus who was still staring at you. You then got a bond through your spark. Him telling you through the bond it’s fine, to talk soon, before looking around once more. You leaned down a little. Luckily the baits in front of you were taller.

Rumble then whispered to your audio sensors without being too loud.

“You’re one of the strongest bots who works well with Soundwave and Starscream. I and the others were thinking we’d have a better chance of defeating those tentacle monsters!”

You let out a soft chuckle at his words. You thought for a moment before you nodded in agreement. He keeps his usual smile.

He then put his arms up asking for permission. You then roll your optics before picking him up. Holding him like a little kid while you both watched Zeta continue.

Once he was finished, Megatronus then glanced at you one more time. He seemed to be. Holding in a chuckle when he saw rumble in your arms like a little sparkling.

Soon it was time to leave. Zeta then yells to encourage everyone.

“Now High Guard! Let’s show those Quintessons that we cybertronians are not to be messed with!”

Everyone including yourself and Rumble cheered along together. The Primes join each other. Everyone then started to transform and fly to the destination.

You stayed behind a bit to make sure Rumble gets to Soundwave.

You then notice Megatronus pulling away his arm from Solus. You seemed to be trying to talk to him. But he was fast to transform and leave her behind. Solus then flew behind him.

You then transformed flying behind the others. Eventually at the forest waiting with the other scattered guard for orders. The main three were nowhere to be seen. And so minutes went by.

The others were speaking amongst themselves while you watched the mountain. Waiting for at least a sign from afar.

But as you were about to turn your helm away. Everyone soon got a comm link to my Starscream.

“HIGH GUARD RETREAT! WE HAVE BEEN BETRAYED!!! THE PRIMES ARE DOWN EVACUATE TO THE FOREST AND SCATTER!!!!!!!!”

The warning became a surprise. You looked at the mountain.

Only to see Quintessons and…wait what are the iacon officers doing here?! They started to shoot. You and the others soon start running into the forest.

Getting further and further from the scene. And then out of nowhere, an immediate pain surged through your spark. It was the bond. You fell to your knees. Your body falling and dragging across the dirt.

Two of the cone heads grabbed your arms on each side and started to run. Helping you while the pain continues.

One by one more guards were shot from behind. Your pedes just kept moving.

Eventually, it seemed like almost an hour went by. You and a few others who weren’t shot were able to get far enough. It was dark out. You looked around as others did the same.

The cone heads who helped you out checked on you before going their seperat way to help the others.

You stood there for a moment until Soundwave appeared to you and the others speaking about what happened. “High Guard. We have been betrayed by the one we trusted. Sentinel Prime.”

The others looked at each other while you stared at him. Shock on your face with wide optics. Soundwave then sends a message through the comms of where to go. Somewhere sentinel can’t find them.

The pain was still there but a little faded. You walked closer to Soundwave. He noticed you struggling and reached his cervos out for you.

Helping you stand after the cone heads left. You then tried to speak. “Soundwave…the primes they.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N…they’re gone..and so are many of the high guards.” You started to tear up.

Your helm pressed against his chest as you felt yourself cheer up. Soundwave then gently wrapped his arms around you. Keeping you close as the others flew off.

You continued while he stared down at you. Rumble and the other cassettes in his chest watching.

After a few moments, soundwave spoke once more. Holding you by your shoulders to move you back a little. You stared at him once he spoke. “We must move. And not fail now.”

You both stared at each other for a moment longer. After a minute, you finally gave him a nod. His cervo wipes away your tears.

You both then transform together and make your way to the others at the destination. You both flew in silence. But while it continued your mind started to race.

Flashes of Megatronus smile. His touch. His voice. Was all you heard and saw.

Your frame slowly shook when you remembered everything he told you. How everything changed so fast all at once. Your life is so different now. Everything has changed now.

But at least here. You’re not alone.

When you land at the destination. Where everyone was at an abandoned ship. Soundwave was the first to transform before you. Once you did, you wiped away the tears from under your optics.

Soundwave placed a cervo on your shoulder as comfort. Starscream and Shockwave walking over to you both.

Starscream is the first to speak. “glad to see most of us made it out alive. Y/N you were able to get out thanks to two cone heads?” You stood a little straighter. Shockwave remained quiet while you spoke.

“There was a struggle on my part..” You turned your helm away. Shockwave stared at you while Soundwave looked down at you.

Starscream realized what you meant. Soon enough he stumbled with his words for a second before speaking. “Soundwave. Shockwave. Go make sure we know how many guards we have. I wish to speak to Y/N alone.”

The two stared at him for a moment. Then back at you. Returning their stares to Starscream before giving a nod. Then walking away to give the two of you some space. Starscream stared down at you for a moment longer before taking a step closer. His expression is almost blank.

He finally spoke. “He was one of the guards closest. Wasn't he?”

He asked curious. You just gave a nod. Starscream stays silent for a moment longer. He held your chin with his cervo. Making you look at him. Speaking once more. “This is our new life now Y/N> He would want you to live. So let’s survive and carry on the high guard legacy…understood?”

You stared at him with dry optics. Then at last speaking. “Yes, sir”

He then placed the cervo once on your chin to sit on your shoulder. Reassuring you, that you aren’t alone.

Happy New Year!

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sunday x emanator of voracity reader? perchance

chat... am i cooking...

sunday - uncontrollable desire

a/n: as far as i know, oroboros is some hungry and desperate aeon who went missing eating the swarm. so as an emanator of voracity, you carry some of the hunger too. i love the interesting idea though, i wanna see some characters that follow missing aeons like argenti with the goddess of beauty…

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not much is known about oroboros, much less about any existing followers or even emanators. but when the express stumbled across you in an unknown area of the universe, the first impression you left on everyone was your insatiable hunger.

as far as you could remember, you’ve always been hungry for your whole existence. no food, person, thing, or even planet could fully quench your hunger. however, you couldn't remember when you've become the emanator of voracity. the aeon of oroboros has long been missing, but you don't even remember a voice from THEM.

oh well. when the astral express first encountered you, they immediately considered you as a threat. what if you ate one of the crew members?? what if you ate several?? hell, the entire express?? despite your increasing appetite, you didn't feel a need to indulge yourself in a full course meal in front of you. after all, the express is the first couple of people you've seen after being stuck on this planet for how long?

they were hesitant letting you on the express. pom-pom especially was concerned about letting an emanator on their train. welt, himeko, dan heng, and even sunday were wary about your presence. march 7th and stelle felt like you gave off a weird aura. you were the outcast of the nameless, but you didn't really care that much.

maybe you joined the astral express after the boring and excruciating time you’ve spent hungry (almost starving) on that desolate planet. after all, you’ve been devouring rocks to fulfill the desire for just a brief moment. or maybe you joined because you wish to resume your devouring spree, using the express to travel to different worlds to completely ingulf them. or maybe you’ve joined for the hell of it.

after some time of not trying to eat your fellow crewmates, some started to become fascinated with you, since they haven’t seen a follower of THEM ever. on the other hand you’ve become more interested in a fellow bird boy.

you’ve been noticing that on some late nights on the express when everyone is supposed to be asleep, piano melodies have been echoing in the halls for minutes to hours before stopping.

when you asked sunday who he thought it came from, it surprised you to hear that it was actually him to played the melody. though, he was somewhat embarrassed given his attempt to subtly hide his face with his wings. he plays the piano at night to not disturb anyone after all.

but what interests you isn’t just his skill with the piano, or the way his fingers press each key with passion, no. for some reason, the melody eases your hunger and desire to indulge in anything you see. almost as if you were eating the music that actually filled you up.

so, you sometimes join sunday late at night to watch him play the piano, listening to his stories about each song he’s played for his sister. penacony, land of dreams, you wondered if you’d still be hungry when you go there.

but right now, you’re content with staying on the express and helping pom-pom around with cleaning (you basically just eat the trash to pom-pom’s horror). and as a bonus, you’re spending time with sunday at late nights, easing your own hunger as you devour his melodies and stories with a single bite.

#honkai star rail #hsr #sunday hsr #sunday x reader #sunday hc #hsr sunday #sunday x you #sunday x y/n #request #asks open #idk about this aeon lol

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waughymommy · 9 hours ago

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COLLEGE STUDENT IN DIAPER 🧷

Chapter 2...

I moved in John Jr's. room.

It was exactly the same as the last time l was here.

There was his nighttime oxygen concentrator, the pump that had gave his oxygen at night.

I started putting my clothes in the drawer.

the bottom drawer had cloth diapers, plastic pants, diaper pins, powders, and diaper creams.

Wonder why they hadn't removed them yet.

I just shoved my socks in with them.

I looked over the brochure that had the classes I planned to take for like the one hundredth and one time.

Aunt Kathy told me lunch was ready, Tomato Soup, and Grilled Cheese Sandwiches with Goldfishes.

"For some reason, mom had not fixed these for me in years!" I told Aunt Kathy!

"I know, I remember the last time I made these for you, Evelyn, and John Jr. You all told me how much you liked them!" Kathy said.

After lunch I laid on the bed, it crinkled!

I guess they still had John Jr's. plastic sheet on there, why it had been eight years since I had an accident and wet John's bed while asleep here with him.

I wonder did Evelyn's bed still have the similar plastic sheet?

I went to the toilet, I really did have to pee.

On the way back I checked out Evelyn's room.

Sure enough it was there, her sheets were in the washer, I guess.

The plastic sheet was there for everyone to see.

Evelyn was 17 a year younger than I, and from appearances still had a problem with bedwetting.

When we were younger we both had a crush on each other.

I still had a thing for her, wonder did she still have a crush on me?

If so, what would her parents think about us dating?

I am 18 years old and she is 17, no way I want to spend time as a pedophile in prison.

I'm not stupid!

At 2:50pm Evelyn arrived home.

She had a hug for me.

No indication if she still had a crush on me or not.

I did see her get clean sheets and go to her room.

She saw me and smiled.

She came out of her room and she started her homework, she asked me a question of math.

I had the same work at the end of May, I helped her find the answer on her own, I just helped her with how to find the solution.

Before we knew it.

Dinner was on and Aunt Kathy had made her Chicken Fettuccine Alfredo.

She knew I loved it about 8:00pm Aunt Kathy took me aside.

"Willy, your going to find out Evelyn still wets her bed.

If you didn't know in order for Evelyn to feel better about it we used to diaper John Jr.

Please don't tell another living soul about her bedwetting, she is kind of emberrased about it!

John Jr. let it slip and told on her about her bedwetting.

That's when we started diapering him as well.

Willy we know it's an odd request, but while you're here would you please be diapered at night?

It's just so that Evelyn will feel safe with you, with her secret."

"Aunt Kathy, I have not had an accident in 8 years.

The last one was when we were 10 and I wet here!"

"Please Willy I'm begging you!" Aunt Kathy said

It went against everything I stood for. I am 18 for heck sakes!

I still had a crush on Evelyn.

"Okay." I resigned myself.

I, was laid in the livingroom and Evelyn was brought in and Aunt Kathy diapered us both.

Right there on the floor.

After Aunt Kathy and Uncle John left us, Evelyn came to me.

"Sorry for you getting the diaper treatment as well!"

She looked sorry!

She kissed me, something tells me she still has a thing for me!

To be continued....

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brokenmutations · 2 days ago

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Winter Activities - Family

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Kinetic Energy] • Holidays with Logan looked different after everything • ANGST/SFW • TW: Major Character Death / Blood Loss / Major Injury / Recovery

After the Westchester incident it went from a huge family to you, Charles, and Logan. Which meant holidays like Christmas were never going to be the same.

The winter after the incident, the three of them found themselves living in an SUV hiding from the rest of the world. Logan would take odd jobs to make money and Y/N was left taking care of Charles which she didn’t mind. But she hates to admit the countless times she broke into pharmacies late at night to find the seizure medication he’s been prescribed but couldn’t afford. After the incident, he lost everything.

“Y/N? Where’s Logan?”

“At a cage fight” Y/N curled up in the passenger seat of the SUV, staring out the window watching the snow fall in a random parking lot in South Dakota. “I wanted to watch but…part of me didn’t want to either”

“You didn’t want to spend Christmas in a bar”

Y/N turned toward Charles annoyed from her seat. “Chuck, you can’t read my thoughts. Or anyone’s for a while”

“I haven’t had a seizure in months. That’s progress”

“Because I’ve been giving you your medicine on time, which you’ve forgotten to do for yourself on multiple occasions” Y/N frowns slumping back into the seat as she curls up, rubbing her arms slowly.

Charles couldn’t help but worry for her. He reached out to gently squeeze her shoulder as she turns back with an even sadder expression on her face.

“I know you wanted him here to at least spend Christmas with us” And he didn’t have to read her mind to know that.

Y/N couldn’t control the tears at that point, letting them fall as she tries to disappear the more she curled in on herself. “I miss our family…”

“At least they don’t have to suffer the horrors anymore…”

“Most of them…” Y/N frowns turning her attention toward the bar and getting anxious over the time before stepping out of the car tugging on her jacket while walking over to the bar.

The instant attention she received when stepping in felt like pouring oil into water. It did not mix well. But it quickly subsided when Logan stepped into the bar from the backrooms after cleaning up from a few rounds of fighting. The silence and tense that grew when Y/N and Logan closed the distance between each other only prompted the bartender to clear his throat setting down two beers.

“Uhm. It’s on the house, Merry Christmas” He quickly avoided their eye contact and stepped away.

Logan carefully pulled out the stool for her before taking the one next to it. Y/N took her seat and stayed close to him even if his body tensed. Her suspicion got the best of her as she brought her hand into his unbuttoned shirt showing off his chest to her noticing the bruises. The bruises that weren’t healing.

His healing has started to slow. Slow in a way that made him more human. But that didn’t stop Y/N from trying to find the reason as to why it’s happening, and if she could find any way to make the pain less painful.

Logan doesn’t know she’s doing this, because she knows that he’s worried about leaving her one day and doesn’t want him to think she’s trying to stop the inevitable. She knows she’ll lose him one day…she just wants him to not suffer

After a couple years in a cramped SUV and a camper van Charles bargained for to be more comfortable, they were finally in a place. Well, an abandoned smelting plant across the Mexican border. The three found Caliban in all of this mess and he helps with Charles on occasion. Mainly at night.

The holidays have been missed up until they got to that smelting plant. Granted, they would’ve continued to fly by if it wasn’t for Charles.

“Y/N, can you go into town?”

“Why?” Y/N gives him a confused look while watering his plants that Caliban got for him from a night market.

“This place is depressing! It’s the holidays for gods sake”

“How do you know it’s the holidays? Do you even know what holiday?”

“Just because I’m losing my mind, doesn’t mean I can’t still read yours” Charles crosses his arms with a satisfied smile on his face, this is one of the times his mind reading didn’t lead to a seizure. “So? Will you go into town and grab some things for me?”

Y/N sighs, setting the watering can down while picking up his meds and water bottle. “As long as you take these”

“Deal!”

A couple hours pass and Logan found himself tiredly returning to their “home” expecting a packaged up dinner for him but when he entered the main facility there was no one. His anxiety didn’t do him justice these days which led him to run over to the empty water tower where Charles is held up.

The anxious and fearful look on his face instantly relaxed when he entered the water tower finding Christmas lights littered around the place. Caliban and Charles were laughing at one another over something Logan couldn’t hear as his full attention was on the smile that graced Y/N’s face. Something he hasn’t seen for some time.

“Hi” Logan whispers enough for Y/N to hear when he approached her. “Charles make you do all this?”

“Mm. He wanted to do it for me, and we both know he can’t do it all himself…so” Y/N gestures to the decorated water tower, easing into Logan when he brought his arm around her waist. “You look good. Is this what the limo service requires of you?” She smiles softly, fiddling with the jacket of his suit as he gently takes the hand doing so into his.

“Yeah. I also get a lot of drunkards…so imagine cleaning up vomit in a suit”

“At least you’re not…hurting yourself in cage fights anymore”

“I listened when you told me to stop…You know I’ll always listen to you” It was always taken with a grain of salt, but Y/N always appreciated him saying such. Logan leaned into her, pressing his lips to her cheek before parting enough to go into his coat for something.

Y/N smiles watching him for a moment before her expression softened in a positive light when he took out a velvet box. “Logan…”

“You uhm…lost it when we ran. Had to get you a new one” Logan opened the box to reveal a simple band, given their situation but Y/N still teared up at the sentiment. “Merry Christmas Mrs. Howlett”

“Merry Christmas Mr. Howlett” Y/N smiles letting him slip the ring on before kissing him lovingly. Not caring for the Polaroid going off from Caliban and Charles quickly hiding the camera.

That was one of the better Christmases, Logan has been getting weaker due to the adamantium poisoning. The reason his healing has slowed. There is no cure to such so Y/N watched the days get harder for Logan and while they also did for her, she couldn’t help but shove her feelings down about herself when it came to watching her husband fade in front of her.

One Christmas, they all had suffered another one of Charles’s seizures because even if he gets his medicine on time…time asks for a bigger dose without even realizing. While Charles recovered in his water tower, Caliban went to bed early ignoring the holiday, and that leaves Y/N laid propped up in the cot with Logan laying his head in her lap as the rest of his was sprawled out.

“‘M sorry…”

“Why are you sorry?” Y/N whispers, running her fingers gently through his hair earning a satisfied groan from such.

“For all of this…I know I didn’t put us in this, but I feel responsible for not being able to give you the life that you deserve” Logan mumbles softly, tightening his arms around her middle. “This is a lousy Christmas…”

“You’re all I need, Lo” Y/N leans down kissing his temple. “And the holiday is perfect just from this alone…”

He didn’t want her to worry about him, especially when he teared up to her words. But she would always worry about him, tears or not.

Her worry only grew when this child came into their lives. Laura. Sweet little thing with a temper just like him and even if Logan in the beginning didn’t want to, Y/N would sacrifice everything to protect her. She’s now her family. When it came to saving those she loved, she seemed to only lose in that department.

Losing Charles stung deeply that when Logan tried to comfort her, in the condition he was in, her anxiety only triggered her mutation to backfire against herself.

That when she thought she was going to lose Logan to practically a clone of himself, she let the kinetic energy erupt from inside her and it was all a blinding ball of light that the only thing heard were thuds against the earth.

Then suddenly, Y/N shot up finding herself in a hospital bed. Her panic was about to get the best of her until she saw the familiar face enter the room, bringing tears to her eyes.

“Hank?” She sobbed out extending her arms forward for her currently furless friend to bring himself into her embrace hugging her tightly. Keeping in mind of the bandages on her arms. “I thought—-I-I”

“Thought I died? I thought I was going to…” Hank laughs half heartedly, pulling back and sitting on the edge of the bed. “The shockwaves that went through everyone’s minds…only triggered my mutation to stop for a while. Then the rumors of experimentations on mutants rolled out that I concocted a serum to keep me human.”

“This is so…heh, it’s been years since I’ve seen you human” Y/N cradles his face gently, smiling at him for a moment before it fell to the realization. “Oh my god…Hank—-Logan, Laura—-M-My husband—my—-“

“Your daughter is sleeping in the waiting room. Logan is in a coma…”

“W-Where are we?”

“A clinic I opened a few years back…for remaining mutants but also have to take regulars to avoid suspicions that…we no longer have to worry about since Transigen was destroyed”

“Destroyed? How long have I been out Hank?”

“A couple weeks? A month at most…I’ve been following you guys since news came out that Eden existed through the hidden mutant society. I traced you all the way to North Dakota. Thankfully I found you when I did”

Y/N felt her body finally exhale, thankful it wasn’t just them in the world and a dear friend of hers went out of his way to find them. Save them.

Once she recovered, Y/N would sleep in Logan’s clinic room along with Laura snuggled in her embrace or in the cot that Hank brought in. Which meant Y/N taking the chair beside his bed and growing uncomfortable but she didn’t care. His body was slowly healing the longer he was unconscious. Hank managed to concoct something similar to the enhancement drug that boosted his healing factor but less harmful and he managed to find something to lessen the poisoning the adamantium was doing to his body.

Logan was out for a year and a half.

“Here, you wanna put these on the tree?” Y/N smiles holding an open box of ornaments for Laura as she picked up a handful before approaching the tree. A few falling out of her grasp which made her laugh softly to herself.

The sound of the door opening caught Laura’s attention instantly as she dropped the ornaments in her grasp (thankfully not glass ones) and ran toward the blue merle border collie that instantly started with hop around her. Laura instantly grabbing the tug toy for their dog and started to play away from the door to let an exhausted Logan in.

“Can’t believe she convinced me to get that dog” Logan scoffs, closing the door behind him instantly approaching his wife who happily hugged his middle as he brought his arm around her shoulders. “Got started without me?”

“Well Laura had a handful of ornaments ready to be placed…then you brought Bub in and she of course would rather play with the dog” Y/N laughs, Logan smiles warmly at her drinking in her laugh as he kisses her forehead. “Still can’t believe the dog kept the name you kept calling it”

“Bub is a perfect name for a dog” Logan scoffs, only for both of them to hear Laura scoff to his statement. Y/N hums contently with a smile and a soft laugh as she tightens her arms around him. “I ain’t going anywhere sweetheart” he whispers to her, knowing she holds him tighter than before given the accident.

“I know”

“Say…you still haven’t told me what you wanted for Christmas”

Y/N smiles at the thought, feeling Laura snuggle into her side prompting her to unwrap her arm from his middle and wrap it around her little one.

“I’ve got all that I need this year”

#logan howlett #hugh jackman #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett fanfiction #brokenmutations #x men

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leighsartworks216 · 57 minutes ago

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Oh to be having a rough time and asking Zayne and Sylus to take care of you and they readily agree. And usually things with them are so hot and desperate, but they take their time. They kiss you gently, work together to undress you, lay you back and make sure you're comfortable

Zayne kissing along your jaw, down your neck, to your collarbones and chest. Languid, open-mouthed, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind. Sylus's large hands, calloused and warm, rubbing your legs tenderly as he kisses your inner thighs. Loving praise spills from both of their mouths as readily as sand slipping through an hourglass. Reassurances, promises that you'll be okay, that they've got you, that they're here for you

Sylus slowly licking where you need him most, taking his time with you. Hot breath against your sensitive skin. Peppered kisses left all over, until you're whimpering and whining for more. Sylus continuing to work you with his tongue as Zayne reaches down to assist with his hand. Long fingers, cooler than Sylus's, stroking and rubbing you, working in rhythms and patterns that Sylus follows along with to draw out the most pleasure

If you specifically want one of them to kiss you, they'll gladly adjust positions to fulfill your desires. If you want Zayne's breathy, needy kisses, he'll gladly lean up and capture your lips, over and over, the wet sound of your kisses separated by his hushed breaths. If you need Sylus's long, slow, deep kisses, Zayne will take his spot and he'll replace Zayne's hand with his own, so they he can give you just that, covering your eyes with his other hand to help you relax and let go even more

If you try to reach for their bulges, they deflect your hand, interlacing your fingers together or holding your wrist while stroking your pulse. Unless you really want to put in the effort, tonight is all about taking care of you. They can take care of each other later it they really wan, after they're sure you've gotten exactly what you needed

If Zayne's up by your face, he starts kissing your neck by your ear when he can tell you're getting close. Talks you through it so sweetly, encourages you not to force your orgasm back, to let it completely wash over you. Touches you until you're just starting to get overstimulated, while Sylus happily licks the mess clean with hums of appreciation vibrating against your skin

If Sylus is up by you, he readjusts to wrap an arm around you, keeping you close to his body as he continues to touch you. Tells you how good you're being, how proud of you they are, how much they love you. Would be so happy to count you down or whisper even more words in your ear to bring you to your orgasm; whatever you need from him, he'll provide, always. Holds you as you shake in his arms from your orgasm, praising you even more, telling you to give them everything. Continues rubbing you until you're whimpering and beginning to squirm. Zayne gives you little kisses all over, your thighs, your hips, even a few on your core, though he is careful not to overwhelm you too much

They'll make you orgasm as many times as you ask, as many times as you need, until you're well and truly spent. They work together to clean you up, wiping you with warm wet cloths. If you cried at all, for whatever reason, they'll gently brush your tears from your cheeks, clean your face. They'll lay with you until you're asleep, ensuring you are well and truly taken care of

Some nights, they'll take care of themselves alone after, going to the bathroom and cleaning up so they can come back, trade off, and go to bed with you. Other nights, they'll slip off together, quietly spend their time satisfying each other, clean up, and join you once more. If they're worried about leaving you alone or about waking you up, they'll just stay right there. They can deal with it later if they must, but you come first right now

There will be nights when Sylus needs the two of you to take care of him, and nights when Zayne needs the attention of his partners. But you're all always there for each other, always

#im back on my polyam bullshit /pos #zayne #sylus #zylus #snowcrow #love and deepspace #smut #zayne x reader #sylus x reader #zayne x sylus #sylus x zayne

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emeryleewho · 3 hours ago

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For a couple years now, I've been struggling with reading Big 5 books because I realized that the majority follow a very specific formula, and once you crack the formula, every element becomes predictable and kind of boring.

Last year, as publishers started leaning hardcore into AI (especially my publisher who has been trying to force AI on us for years), it really clicked for me that the reason they don't think AI books suck is because they've already been forcing a sort of AI-adjacent storytelling on authors. "AI writing" is just language prediction. Put a bunch of words together in the order they'll most likely appear in based on previously established datasets, and in a lot of ways, that was how I felt writing books for trad pub to buy. It felt like every time I sat down at my computer, I was just plugging pieces into slots to fill in the formula, and any time I deviated from that formula, I would be told that every deviation needed to be removed to make the story "clean".

I don't know at what point so many people who claim to love books completely lost sight of what stories are supposed to do, but last year, I told myself that if I don't want to be replaced by AI, I need to stop letting trad pub force me to write like one. And frankly, this is why I think media literacy is so important.

Every human made book--no matter how good or how bad--has something to offer because when you engage with it, *think* on it, you open yourself up to another chunk of the human experience. You're communicating with other people like or unlike you. Even books you hate inform your opinions. Even books you think are problematic help you better establish your moral compass. Every book has something to offer.

But if you can't tell the difference between a real book and ai content with a book aesthetic, you also won't notice the difference as real art and storytelling is replaced by ai generated slop that has nothing to offer because it doesn't come from *anyone*. It's just the book-length equivalent of pressing the suggested next term on your keyboard while you text your mom. The words mean nothing, there's nothing to engage with, and anything it makes you feel is based solely on your own projection, the equivalent of getting into a fight with yourself over something that could never happen.

Now, I don't think all trad pub books are bad. Like I said, every real book has something to offer. But I think the prevalent mentality overtaking trad pub of what makes a book "good" is not actually about writing quality and is entirely about how to generate the fastest, most formulaic story on the misguided premise that this will make the most money. At some point, authors, agents, and editors will have to push back against this or we're all set to be replaced because publishers have established audiences that are looking for formulaic and predictable stories, so why not let them be written by predictive text? Saves them a lot of money and completely cuts us out of the picture. I'm over it.

#writing #publishing #media literacy #literary analysis

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jenn-the-butterfly · 3 days ago

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AHA, I DID TWO OF THEM BECAUSE I'M AN OVERACHIEVER

Hard to believe it's been a year already since I started this project. Starting as a DCA-AU inspired off of All My Favorite Things because I stumbled across 8um8le's Stellar City blog, turning it into an AO3 fic under that idea and then watching it evolve into something I didn't even expect it to become once I loosened the shackles a bit. Azil has basically consumed my life (not sorry) in a way I haven't felt in ages.

And there's so much more to share! I'm hoping as I work on cleaning up the boys' designs and figuring out my own stylistic choices for how robots look, etc, I can shake them free from their DCA origins more, though I know at it's core it will still be there. Like that shoe in Wall-E that the tree is growing out of in the credits.

I can only hope that this project will continue to grow and solidify into its own thing as time wears on, and I want to meet each step with enthusiasm and brainrot. I want to be abnormal about this, I want to give off radiation damage with how much I give off "weird little freak" energy about this project.

That being said, I will keep pulling away from DCA tags and while I love the content and the fandom is cool, I don't want to keep mixing signals so please, do not tag DCA in my posts! (Thanks!)

Goals for 2025 will be continuing to work on the rewrite script and outlines for Free Runner, showcasing the different market grades by making adopts/customs (like Vistor), showing off some of the other characters I haven't gotten to yet (I haven't even mentioned Toast since like, last February), and pushing out more world building! Hopefully I'll have a map this year! (AHHH)

Special love and shoutouts to the new year!

@quilandscroll for being the coolest bitch, my best friend and only reason my sanity is still in tact (the real MVP) who still tries to boost me up with one arm even when the other is busy fighting her own demons. I love you to pieces

@scarredkitty who's been following my content through the year and is also a lover of fine machinery ;) the likes and comments really kept me going when I needed it most

@imagine-creative @dragongirl658 and @8um8le fellow DCA-turned-original-works who serve as inspiration and reminders that we are more than how we started and break away from being "just an AU" to something far more. I genuinely appreciate you

--Jenn & the boys

#azil #free runner #robots #jenn squad #event horizon #echo chamber #tydal locke #kilonova #jenn&co #task manager #new years #happy new year #art review #art 2024

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detta-pica · 2 days ago

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A fun way to start the new year on a WIP Wednesday!

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

I was given the word LIGHT, and also jokingly QUETZALCOATLUS. Unfortunately, I’m a competitive asshole. I’ll do LIGHT first, and then the other one under the cut, because no one needs that much of my writing in their face. (Also some of the fragments under the cut are slightly NSFW.)

Also also, because apparently I’ve decided this is a game I can win, none of the fragments for QUETZALCOATLUS are from the same WIP, but most of the WIPs I used for LIGHT are WIPs I also used for QUETZALCOATLUS. So for example, I and one of the Ts are from the same document. Not that this matters. I played a game against myself here.

Thank you for the tag @hollow-lime-green !! Tagging @silverprism-s with the word SNOW, or SNOWGLOBE if you’re feeling adventurous!

Laughing, hoping he doesn’t sound hysterical, and that his aura isn’t betraying him too badly, Suguru grabs Satoru around the middle and lifts, spinning him around. He presses his face into Satoru’s shirt--soft, because he’s always particular about fabrics, and smelling faintly of fried chicken. Suguru could kiss him. It’s not the first time the thought strikes him, and likely not the last.

“I made it,” she rasped. When she grinned, her teeth were pink with blood. “You’re the Guardian, right? Geto Suguru?” “How do you know my name?” “From someone you care about, who needs your help.”

Gojo grins. “Hey, you’re still kicking!” He’s absolutely drenched in blood, some of it muddy and caked on his face, clumped in his hair. He looks deranged, dangerous, and marvellously, beautifully alive.

He smiles a lot more, soft and indulgent, and he reaches out for Satoru first more than he used to. It’s not unwelcome, but it’s new, and it makes Satoru feel like he ought to be doing something in response.

The flood in him subsides. He feels himself resurfacing from whatever daze he’d fallen into with some regret. It would have been so easy to make the villagers suffer. So easy. But now, with actual thoughts flowing through his head, with Suguru really present in the situation, things become complicated.

“Question is, what did they promise, and do they have a loophole to get them out of it?” “If there is a deal.” Satoru starts cleaning up their mess. “But you’re right. Better keep an eye on the kid than twiddle our thumbs as he’s eaten alive.”

Under a layer of floury apathy, Suguru can detect hints of something a lot more unpleasant, oily and thick, and burning. Suguru works his throat, reminding himself that he can’t actually choke on magic.

Everything is beige or light brown. Nothing stands out. It lets Satoru choose his focus, his visual field reasonably wide. It figures that finding his way back to Suguru would bring Satoru relief, even if only by pure coincidence.

The laughter echoing in the empty chamber was both familiar and intensely, horrifyingly wrong. Suguru couldn’t remember the last time he had been afraid. The emotion came to him easily now, gripping his throat with ice cold fingers. “Run,” he told Kugisaki, grabbing Fushiguro and Itadori and throwing them bodily in the direction of the exit. “Now.”

Zen’in takes his sweet time in the temple, and shows absolutely no concern for the wounded. He and his attendants return with armfuls of priceless weapons and scrolls. Suguru helps load the carriage, working fast to get it done before sunset.

And he can’t just steal these children. He won’t abandon them, they’re future sorcerers, but condemning them to a life on the run is not the answer, either. They’re going to need structure and socialisation.

“Last week, a mutual friend of ours came in for his last rabies booster shot. You know, because he owns a ranch here, not too far away from your new property. In fact, you’re basically next door neighbours.” Satoru is mystified as to why this should matter to him. “Okay? Who are we talking about?” Shoko gives him her most piercing stare. “Geto.” Satoru slides off his barstool. He lands gracefully on his feet, of course, but then he has to stand there, waiting for his brain to reboot.

Careful, familiar hands fold over Satoru’s undercut, tugging him down into a chaste kiss. “I’m starting to feel like a housewife, with my husband getting whisked away for important business and leaving me to do all the chores,” Suguru complains without a hint of real discontent.

“Oh,” Suguru breathes, not sounding even a little bit reluctant or disgusted, and slips his fingers under the waistband of Satoru’s pants. “Ah, hold on, we need…” As he searches for lube, Satoru takes the opportunity to drape himself over Suguru’s side, with Suguru’s thigh between his legs, only layers of worn cotton between them.

Always eager to please, Satoru crawls up his body until they’re face to face, and steals several deep, searching kisses. Suguru is in a mood and Satoru’s here for it, but he also wants to know how it happened and how he can make it happen again in the future. Suguru cradles his face between his hands, very gently, to pull him off. “Use your slick to open me up.”

The message cuts off there, presumably by the catastrophic failure ripping through Suguru’s mech and flinging him--or whatever remained of him at that point--into the endlessness of space.

“Let’s get it over with,” Nanami cuts in, already rubbing his wrist against his neck. The scent of alpha pheromones in the room intensifies, and Suguru has to work hard to hide his reaction. His hair stands on end. His whole body tenses up. He can only hope that he’s not sweating. When Nanami takes a step towards him, Suguru jerks back so hard the cot he’s been leaning against scrapes loudly against the floor as it’s pushed back. The room goes quiet as everybody stares at him. “My bad,” Suguru says, smiling. “Go on, Nanami.”

Ugh, is it about to cry? That is not allowed. Satoru cuts a glance at Suguru and Shoko—still speaking to Nanami, who seems to have gotten disgruntled enough that Satoru can hear his grumbling from across the room— —then produces the tiniest, weakest, gentlest Blue he can, right in front of the baby. It blinks, surprised out of its funk, and reaches out, which—is really dangerous, actually. Oh well.

Suguru has been cursed with a mind that never stops working out any situation he’s in like a puzzle. What can he achieve? What goals are reasonable? Which paths towards them will be the most interesting? He admits, to himself, that he has no chill.

#jjk #stsg #satosugu #jjk fanfic #jjk stsg #stsg fanfic #satosugu fanfic #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #wip wednesday #my writing #excerpt game

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halaxia · 1 year ago

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the worst part about wearing lip gloss is that i can’t give me cats an insane smooch whenever they do something remotely cute

#aww they just meowed in a slightly different and cute way?#one of them started cleaning the other one for no reason?#they just woke up and have sleepy faces?#and all i can do is sit there and look at them?#just shoot me #༊*·˚ leena’s diary

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s0fter-sin · 26 days ago

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trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

#what up i had a nightmare about an eldritch horror trying to steal my baby and john mcclane from die hard shooting it to protect me #i woke up freaked out and decided to torment soap with it to feel better #thats literally the only reason this exists #that and the thought of soaps super hairy chest but thats besides the point #anyway #i was going to have ghost be a drifter after retiring but i like the idea of him being the unlikely safe person living out in the woods #ghost moves soap into the little one bedroom cabin he built behind the station #its hidden by the trees and kept warm by a fire. he gives soap and the baby the bedroom and sleeps out in the living room #he keeps watch out the window for whoevers after soap #he doesnt find out who it is for a while; soaps been burned and reluctant to trust anyone #but they gradually heal each other; ghost gives soap someone to trust and soap helps ghost heal his truma by giving him someone he can save #soap starts to work in the service station despite ghost telling him he doesnt need to but he wants his independence back #he finds he likes working and ghost cant take that from him when hes so obviously happy cleaning and shelving stock #soaps husband comes looking for him but ghost still has his contacts and calls a whole militia down on his head #each one of them with favours in the government if not outright political immunity; money means nothing in the face of them #they just threaten him; lets him know soap is protected now #at least; thats what ghost tells soap 😉#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #save post

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