#tank mixing educator

[starsinthesky5]

“fun fact, she wrote about half of the first draft of so high school in one sitting at an indoor practice one day. she was feeling a little too inspired that afternoon, watching him run around in those damn athletic shorts and the black compression tank that drove her mad. let’s just say the storage closet saw a bit of action that day..”

so basically hi yes i need this as a blurb immediately

contains smut and language. mdni

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(november)

she only meant to sit there and get some writing done. and well, to watch her guy do his thing while she simultaneously did hers. 

really. that’s all it was. harmless football fun. or so she thought.

he was her biggest source of inspiration and she needed a good dose of joe to write her next song. daydreaming about him while he was at practice, only did so much, and well, since quite a few football anecdotes were being mixed into the song, she wanted the full-fledged experience. be right in the middle of the sport she was so fond of, and the sport her man excelled at. she followed him around with those adorable puppy dog eyes and that signature pout the night before, begging for him to take her to practice the next morning. at first he was hesitant, not because people would notice her, but because he didn’t want her to catch a fastball to the face. 

that beautiful, crafted by the angels, baby face. 

he didn’t care if anyone saw her because even though their relationship was still hidden from the world, everyone who needed to know about them, knew. and that included his teammates & organization. 

anyway, she convinced him (like she always does since he physically can’t say no to her) by promising that she’d spend the rest of the evening after the game on sunday watching game of thrones with joe. ever since he found out she’s never watched a single minute of—according to him—the best piece of visual media ever created, he’s made it his mission to educate her on the masterpiece that his favorite show ever. he’s been relentless about it, bringing it up at every opportunity, dropping references she doesn’t understand, and even going as far as calling it a “relationship red flag” that she’s never seen it.  

so when she batted her lashes at him and promised a whole uninterrupted evening of watching with him—no distractions, no excuses—he caved. just like he always does.  

because as much as he loves football, and as much as he takes game day seriously, he loves her more. and if having her in the background, watching him ball with those doe eyes while she wrote so poetically about his goofy ass, in exchange for her curled up beside him, wrapped in a blanket, fully immersed in the world of westeros, is the price to pay? 

well, that’s an easy decision.

she was just sitting there on her woodvale tour blanket—the one she brought with her to the private suite every gameday because she called it a good luck charm (that’s a story for another day). her bag placed next to her and her pens, books, and film camera scattered around her. she was tucked away in the corner of the indoor practice facility, far enough away not to disrupt the players but close enough to feel joe’s presence. her journal was open, glitter gel pen gliding across the page as lyrics spilled out in a steady rhythm.

truth, dare, spin bottles, you know how to ball, i know aristotle

“well, i guess that last lyric works for him too. perks of having an incredibly athletic boyfriend who also is the most intellectual person you’ve ever met," she muttered under her breath, giggling at how joe was literally the real life version of the dreamy love interest in every high school rom-com. the kind of guy who could ace a calculus test with one hand and throw a perfect spiral with the other. the one who made teachers adore him, parents trust him, and every opposing team fear him.

she sighed dramatically, twirling her pen between her fingers. “seriously, it’s almost unfair,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “where’s the flaw? there has to be a flaw,”.

there was no flaw about him. good luck trying to find one ;)

and then, a few minutes later, the man of the hour came into her vantage point, and she nearly lost her shit. 

joe, in those damn athletic shorts and that black compression tank clinging to him in all the right places, muscles rippling with every throw, sweat glistening on his temple—he looked too damn good, distractingly good. every time she shifted her gaze, there he was, a living, breathing vision of raw desire.

her pen stilled. her thighs clenched instinctively as she fought to focus on her words, but her eyes betrayed her every time, locked on him.

“i’m so fucked,” she sighed, watching how his back muscles contracted with every stretch of his arms. she was lucky that his compression tank wasn’t so meshy otherwise those red scratches all over his back would be on display for everyone and they’d know exactly why joe was a few minutes late to the meeting this morning. oh, and tee & ja’marr would never let him hear the end of it since joe was mr. discipline for those two and their um…personal endeavors. 

anyway, one thing that always did it for her, was that black compression tank. and joe knew what he was doing when he put that on in the locker room. since it was bring your girlfriend to work day for him, he thought that he should have a little fun with it since she wanted some…inspiration. 

she barely concentrated on writing the song for the rest of practice since she was too busy practically eye-fucking him in front of everyone. she was lucky that none of the coaches saw, but some of the female PT’s definitely were giggling in the corner. 

it’s not her fault that joe is literally the hottest man to ever exist. like, scientifically speaking. broad shoulders, strong jaw, those annoyingly perfect hands that look just as good gripping a football as they do gripping her waist. and don’t even get her started on the way his veins pop when he’s focused—it's actually cruel.  

it’s not her fault that every time he walks into a room, she momentarily forgets how to function. that her brain short-circuits whenever he wears that damn black compression shirt. that watching him lace up his cleats is somehow the most intimate, most unfairly attractive thing she’s ever witnessed.  

she is so down bad. (girl, get off the floor)

it must have been his luck, or the way he felt her stare, because as soon as practice ended, he was on her—storming over like a tidal wave, hardly giving her a chance to shut her notebook before his fingers curled firmly around her wrist.

“come with me,” he commanded in a low, rough tone that tolerated no argument.

he led her down the hallway, past empty locker rooms since he was the first one to rush out of the facility, until they slipped into a storage closet where the door clicked shut behind them. in the dim light, with the hum of players filing into the locker rooms outside, he pinned her against the cool metal wall. “you think i didn’t see you out there?” he smirked, his voice a mix of teasing and urgent need as his fingers slipped beneath her top, tracing the sensitive curve of her spine. “watching me like that? biting your lip, not even hiding that look—you were thinking about me fucking you right here, weren’t you?”.

heat pooled low in her stomach, and her breath hitched as he nestled a firm thigh between hers, the pressure igniting a desperate whimper from deep within. “joe–,” she began, voice trembling from her fear of being caught but also from the pleasure in her veins.

“nah,” he cut her off with a kiss, his hands roaming lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings. “you don’t get to play innocent now,”.

her fingers dug into his shoulders as he captured her lips in a searing kiss—hot, insistent, his tongue exploring as if he’d been starving for her all day. his hands moved over her body with a possessive urgency, tugging her closer, pulling moans from her even as he tried to stifle them by pressing his hand gently against her mouth, but every so often a repressed sound betrayed her desire.

“this what you wanted, baby?” he rasped against her lips, his touch speaking louder than words as he cupped her through her soaked panties, the heat between them intensifying with each slow movement. “you were writing your little songs, getting all worked up watching me, weren’t you?”.

“joe, please,” she gasped, her body arching into him, every nerve ending on fire, aching for his touch. 

he chuckled, his hand slipping with expert precision until he was teasing her, a finger sliding inside her, then another, his thumb circling her clit in a way that made her gasp and squirm. “joe, someone will hear,” she sighed, pushing her head forward to rest on his shoulder.

“then just be quiet, love,” he murmured softly against the shell of her ear, his voice a blend of tenderness and raw desire. “i know you have a hard time with that, but you can do it for me, right?”, 

her response was a desperate, muffled moan as she grounds herself against his hand, the heat and friction overwhelming her senses, making her crave more of him, more of every touch.

joe groaned softly, his breath hot against her ear as he worked her open with slow, deliberate strokes of his fingers, teasing her until she was trembling against him. “you feel that? so fucking wet for me,” he murmured, his voice rough but quiet, mindful of the footsteps echoing outside the storage closet.

she whimpered, her nails digging into his arms, desperate for more, for him. “joey, please–," she whined again, only for him to silence her with a deep kiss, swallowing her needy sounds as he slipped his fingers out and replaced them with the thick, aching length of him.

a strangled gasp left her lips as he pushed in, stretching her inch by inch, the delicious burn sending white-hot pleasure spiraling through her. he cursed under his breath, gripping her hips as he bottomed out, his forehead resting against hers. “fuck, baby. you take me so good,”.

she clenched around him involuntarily, making him shudder, his control hanging by a thread. he pulled back and thrust into her again, slow at first, savoring the way her body molded around him, then faster, harder, the force of each movement slamming her against the cool metal wall.

she bit down on her lip, trying—failing—to stifle the moans threatening to spill from her mouth. the risk of being caught only heightened everything, made the sharp snap of his hips, the relentless press of his body against hers, even more intoxicating. “joe…ngph…please. fuck– you feel so good,”. 

joe gritted his teeth, one large hand covering her mouth as he thrust deep, his other arm bracing her against him. “shh, baby,” he panted, though he was barely able to keep quiet himself, his breath ragged, his grunts low and strained. “you gotta be quiet or this will be over faster than we want,”.

but how could she? when he was pounding into her like this—desperate, relentless, making her toes curl and her knees shake? when his cock filled her so perfectly, dragged against every sensitive spot inside her, made her see stars behind her eyelids?

her muffled cries vibrated against his palm, her body tightening around him, her release building fast and hard. he felt it, cursed under his breath, and doubled down—his fingers slipping between them, finding her clit, rubbing quick, precise circles that had her squirming in his hold.

“c’mon,” he urged, his lips brushing her temple, voice raspy with restraint. “i got you, baby. let go,”.

and she did—her climax crashing over her in hot, shuddering waves, her body convulsing, her nails clawing at his sweat-slicked skin as she trembled apart in his arms. “j..joe, oh fuck,” she whispered, trying so damn hard to keep it together.

joe groaned, barely holding on as she pulsed around him, her tight, wet heat milking him for everything he had. he slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep, his release hitting him hard, leaving him breathless as he spilled inside her.

for a long moment, they stayed pressed together, their heaving chests rising and falling in sync, their bodies still locked in place as they came down from their high.

his breath was still ragged, his body still pressed against hers as the aftershocks of their release settled between them. his forehead dropped to her shoulder, lips brushing over the damp skin of her neck, placing lazy, lingering kisses there.  “jesus,” he muttered, voice still thick with pleasure, a breathless chuckle escaping him. “you are trouble,”. 

she let out a soft, breathy laugh, her fingers slipping into his damp hair, scratching gently at his scalp. “i think you’ll survive. you’re my big strong man, you got it,”.  

he lifted his head just enough to look at her, his lips curving into that boyish grin that made her stomach flip. “barely,”.  

he kissed her then, slow and deep, his lips soft, worshipping, like he had all the time in the world. like his teammates weren’t wondering where the hell you two went. it was such a contrast from the way he’d just had her, rough and desperate—like he couldn’t get enough. now, he kissed her like he never wanted to stop.  

“so,” he murmured against her lips, nudging his nose against hers. “was that inspiring enough for you?”.

she giggled, nipping at his bottom lip. “maybeeee,”.  

his hands tightened on her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. “maybe?”.

she shrugged, playful. “i don’t know, i might need another round to really be sure. still some details to flesh out,”.  

he groaned, dropping his head against her shoulder with a dramatic sigh. “you’re gonna be the death of me,”.  

“but what a way to go, right?”.

he laughed, shaking his head as he kissed her again, all soft and sweet, like he was trying to memorize the shape of her lips. “yeah, baby,” he whispered, smiling against her mouth. “what a way to go,”. 

[ultravi0lence14]

Rhiannon

dean winchester x hippie!reader

1.4k | fluff, fem pronouns

summary: as stevie nicks once said; wouldn’t you love to love her. dean could agree with that statement. one hundred percent.

*based on this request

the early morning sun shined in through your window, arrays of pinks, purples and blues mixing in from the multiple coloured crystals and little stained glass designs you had bought. this is why dean loved coming to your apartment. the atmosphere. all the comfort and peace the you had brought into it.

you were the calm that dean needed in his hectic life. the anchor the held him down when things got too much.

he met you when sam had left for stanford, the wounds fresh as he threw back shot after shot in a dingy bar. you were just passing through, a couple of miles away from your apartment and needing to quickly stop somewhere to use the bathroom.

dean’s eyes caught you moving across the bar, the way your jeans hugged your lower half and the flower pattern on your tank top drawing him in. when you retreated from the ladies room, dean was on you like a predator on prey, attempting to elicit a little one night stand.

but you politely declined. though when you tried to walk away from the beaten down man, you saw something else entirely in his eyes.

he looked sad, and you couldn’t help but a feel a bit of empathy for the guy in front of you.

that is how you were raised. your parents telling you to always look for the good in people, being aware of emotions. you weren’t stupid, you understood when people were trying to take advantage of you. but you just liked to be helpful, wanting to make an impact one person at a time.

for the rest of the night, you sat with dean in a booth as he rambled on about his brother and what had happened. he told you that he understood why sam wanted to go on to get a higher education, but he just couldn’t understand why it had to be so far away; why it made their father so angry.

you comforted him the best to your ability. explaining that sometimes people needed a change in their life, and just because his brother left for university doesn’t mean he stopped loving him.

when you both went your separate ways in the parking lot, you couldn’t help but notice the stumble in dean’s step. he knew he was too intoxicated to drive, and was fully prepared to sleep in the impala stationed in the parking lot of the bar.

something inside of you believed that you needed to be of help to this man. and in hindsight, you did the stupidest thing you possibly could’ve done. the one thing parents always warned their kids not to do.

you invited dean to crash at your place.

it was dumb, you knew that. you had just met dean, and he could be an axe murderer for all you know. but the guy was really going through it. and he was so drunk, that you believed the weight of any harmful object in his hands would probably knock him down.

that night, dean slept on your couch, peaceful snores leaving his lips as you slept comfortably in your bed. when he woke up in the morning, dean completely forgot where he was. and then it all came back to him. seeing you in the bar, trying to sleep with you, you turning him down, which then turned into a therapy session that landed him to crash on your couch.

dean was fully planning on leaving, but he couldn’t help himself in taking a peak around your place.

from the couch, he could see the multitude of plants and flowers the covered your living space. it was like a garden, a comforting vibe that also warranted a lovely smell to the home.

there was colour all over the place. from the stained glass lamps on coffee tables to the rows of crystals hanging on string in front of your window. everything was so bright and colourful, and dean couldn’t help himself but stare at the moving colours across the wall.

he also smelt a lingering lavender smell, which was then over powered by the aroma of bacon and pancakes coming from somewhere else in your home. dean couldn’t help himself, he loved bacon. so like a man hypnotized, he followed the debilitating scent of bacon that lingered throughout the air.

as he made his way into the kitchen, he found that the rest of your home was just like the living area. adorned by breezy light pink curtains was a small window over your sink, housing mini plants a crystals alike. there were flowers everywhere. an arrangement by the stove, on the counter, even in the sink. it was overwhelming, but in a good way.

“wow,” he mumbled, groggily slumping into one of the bar stools in front of your counter. “that’s a lot of flowers.”

dean’s voice brought a laugh from your lips, making him look over to where you stood by the stove, stacking pancakes possibly as tall as he was. to this day, dean doesn’t know what it was in the room. all the flowers and greenery, the slight breeze from the open window, maybe it was just your intoxicating beauty. but at that very moment, you looked absolutely ethereal.

you just looked so pretty. the long white skirt falling loosely on your hips. the simple black t shirt that made a perfect canvas for the two braids you put in your hair. he looked down to notice that you were wearing crazy coloured striped socks on your feet, and dean couldn’t help but smile at the little pop of colour that you added to your otherwise basic outfit.

bringing over two plates of breakfast, you sat beside dean at the counter and ate together, just talking and getting to know one another.

it was a simple morning, filled with laughs and weird fun facts that you two threw each others way. when you told him you planned to go to the farmers market, dean couldn’t help himself in taking your offer to come with.

he had never even been to one, not even caring in the slightest for what they had to offer. but some part of dean didn’t want this day to end, and in his heart, he knew he wanted to get to know you more.

you two spent the late morning walking around the farmers market, you grabbing some fresh produce and more crystals as dean took in his surroundings. some of the people he saw looked a little weird, but he knew they probably meant well, and that everything here honestly wasn’t so bad.

when you had grabbed a couple assortments of flowers, telling dean you planned to make some flower crowns at home, he also couldn’t resist in coming back to your place and weaving the stems together by your side.

you two were in a comfortable silence, weaving the crowns in synchrony when dean couldn’t help but break it. “why do you like flowers so much? i can’t help but notice how many you have in your living room alone.”

his words elicited a gorgeous smile from you, and you then went on to explain why you held them so dearly to your heart. “there is just something so beautiful about a flower. they start from a simple seed, then grow into something amazing. i know that probably sounds dumb and i might sound insane, but i just love the whole ideology of it.

“that isn’t dumb, and you most definitely don’t sound insane.” dean had placed his flowers on the ground, slowly reaching out to grab your hand. “in my life, i have to look for the good things at any chance i can find. it’s sometimes nice to have a flower grow out of a bad situation.”

his words brought a soft smile to your lips, and you squeezed his hand before going back to your weaving. “you know, i didn’t expect you to go so philosophical on me there winchester.”

dean grinned back, grabbing his flowers again and following your motions. “well, i’m just full of surprises, flower.”

after that, you and dean spent so much time together. and when dean finally got the courage to kiss you for the first time, it was like everything was more clear to him.

he understood sam’s leaving, and he even tried to reach out to him. he started coming into his own, becoming his own person and even fighting back to his father when he called you a temporary distraction.

that was all years ago. and now, as dean laid beside you, checking his phone to see if sam texted him about any cases, he couldn’t help but silently thank you for all that you’ve done for him.

with a kiss on your cheek, and a mumbled, “i love you, flower,” dean peacefully fell back asleep with you in his arms, completing him in ways he never knew he needed.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 7

Mickey Milkovich + Wrestling or sparring

Still been studying, thanks to my teacher giving us twice as much work than usual, so this isn’t as long as I would have wanted.

I have no idea what warning to put for Mickey talking and thinking the way he does, but mickey warning I guess??

kinktober 2023 masterlist

Mickey Milkovich wasn’t the type to go down without a fight, it laid deep in his blood to never go down, and if he did, to go down swinging. Even just playfighting always lead to real scuffling or outright fighting resulting in bloody noses or knocked out teeth. Apparently, he had anger issues, and they always seemed to flare right up when someone got him swinging. It was why he found himself in some less than stellar gym in the south side, run by some gay guy and his friends.

Everyone knew about the gym’s main owner, (Y/N), his family had lived in the south side as long as anyone else’s, were mixed up in the same stuff as everyone else, and got into trouble like everyone else. Only difference about this guy was that he was openly gay, and would knock anyone out cold if they tried to target him for it. Mickey had found him at the ends of his fists a couple of times, and had always woken up with the sickest migraines, maybe even concussions, though he had never gone to the hospital about it.

(Y/N) had left the south side for a while, apparently he was off to get an education on a scholarship, but strangely enough he had returned to the shithole that was the south side. No one had recognized him as first. He left as a skinny guy who packed an insanely mean left and right hook, and came back packed in muscle and taller, with a confidence that few saw in gay guys in the south side. His muscles weren’t for show either, as rumors quickly spread that his hits were not only harder but quicker than ever.

Then he had opened up a gym for anyone who wasn’t gonna start trouble, and if you did start trouble, he took care of you real quick and efficiently. He had quirked a brow as Mickey stepped into the gym, but like he never questioned the local gun dealer being there, he wasn’t gonna question a milkovich being there as long as he paid. Mickey went about his business, taking out some of his burning anger on the punching bags, trying to put all the hatred and anger in his soul into those punches.

Mickey almost swung around and knocked (Y/N)s teeth out when the taller guy had placed his hand on Mickeys shoulder. “You’re standing all wrong, you’ll mess up your shoulders” he explained, his strong hands grabbing Mickeys arms and pulling him into the better pose.

Mickey wasn’t gonna ever admit that he felt warmth rise to his cheeks as (Y/N) grabbed him and moved him around, it was just cuz the guy was eyecandy around the south side. Few guys cared about their appearance around this part, so seeing a guy who actually bathed on the regular and walked around in tight tank tops always caught Mickeys attention. If Mickey wasn’t the type to deny himself so much, he might have seen how his appreciating stares were returned.

One night when Mickey showed up to the gym, a time where there were never anyone around but the owner, he had been stewing in anger. The punching bags just didn’t seem to be enough, even as Mickey cursed and made his knuckles bleed. (Y/N) had sauntered up in that tight tank top and a pair of sweats that left little to the imagination and goaded Mickey into a spar in the wrestling part of the gym.

In reality it was just some mats laid on the floor and against the walls, no way a place like this could afford an actually wresting ring, but it was good enough. Good enough for Mickey to charge at the guy, his normal south side approach foiled by (Y/N)s actual talent for fighting. Mickey only grew more and more angry the more he kept losing, even as his muscles ached and burned, even as he found himself pinned over and over against the mats.

Mickey growled at the smile on (Y/N)s lips, the guy had been smiling the entire time, and though he was sweating and breathing harder, it was in no way as much as Mickey himself. Even as Mickeys moves grew sloppy as he felt exhaustion creep up on him, his pride wouldn’t let him just give up or call quits.

(Y/N) must have felt some pity, as he finally let Mickey pin him, Mickey crouched above his head, pinning his shoulders with his legs and holding the taller man’s arms above his head. “Good job Mick, you finally got it” he laughed, looking almost too pleased as Mickey panted above him. “That deserves a reward, right?” he almost purred, and before Mickey could question it, (Y/N) had freed his hands and reached up towards the waistband on Mickeys pants.

Mickey choked on his breath as (Y/N) dragged his pants down, freeing Mickeys half hard length to the heated air of the gym. The sparring must have gotten the blood pumping in Mickeys system, and he shivered. On instinct alone Mickey almost jumped to his feet and spat some homophobic comment, but before he could warm lips wrapped around his tip and sucked him down, a broken gasp slipping from Mickeys lips at the action.

(Y/N)s hands gripped Mickeys hips as he lifted his torso to keep bopping his head, taking Mickey down his throat with skill one only got from repeating an action many times. Mickey gripped onto (Y/N)s hair as he thrust his hips with little to no rhythm, panting from the strain in his muscles and the pleasurable feeling as he grew fully hard, his toes curling in his shoes as he shivered.

Mickey groaned as he spilled down (Y/N)s throat, his muscles finally giving out, and if it wasn’t for (Y/N) catching him, he would have tumbled down onto the mats beneath them. Mickey didn’t even notice the murmured praise leaving the taller man, even as he tucked Mickeys spent length back into his pants or rubbed his sore muscles. Mickey didn’t even fully comprehend that he was pulled into what looked like a back room, or that he was placed on a comfortable sofa, or even that he dozed off.

It seemed that the energy that hadn’t been wrung out of him from the wrestling, had been sucked right out of him by the very man that had goaded him into said fight. (Y/N) gave a snort as he watched Mickey become dead to the world, leaving a water bottle beside him before leaving the office to go disinfect the mats. This might be the south side, but he was at least semi professional and serious about his business’s hygiene.

[mistermalaprop]

(angst oneshot of MY earthspark knockout— other aus have different ideas but this is for my wrecker version :3 sorry kobd shippers—)

Sitting together in the Decepticon base, Knockout and Breakdown watched the dark, star-studded sky in a calming silence. The rest of the team have gone off to patrol or recharge, and Aftermath was playing with Spitfire, leaving the couple alone together for the first time in a while.

Breakdown lounged on the ground arms folded behind his helmet as Knockout sat beside him, using a small cloth to wipe away at some muddy substances on his frame…

“Breakdown, dear, may I ask you a question?”

Breakdown’s optics opened and he glanced up at his partner, a puzzled look on his face, “Uh, yeah, sure. What’s up?”

There was a pause before Knockout would reply, his golden optics oddly focused on the cloth towel in his claws.

“Do you love me or am I just familiar?”

That made Breakdown sit up. “Where is this coming from?”

“Answer the question, please.” Knockout’s optics shifted toward Breakdown, completely unreadable.

Breakdown’s lips parted, servos clenching and relaxing, “… I love you, K.O. What’s going on?”

Knockout’s optics lowered to his towel, seeing that the spots were all cleaned off. Carefully, as if trying to keep his composure, the wrecker sets aside the cloth and takes a deep breath.

“I had a run-in with that yellow bot, Bumblebee, the other day. When I was with Soundwave’s cassettes.”

Breakdown didn’t like where this was going.

“He asked about you.” Knockout continued, his claws becoming very interesting all of a sudden, “Wondered if you were alright and when you would be available for a race.”

“I told him I didn’t want to be with him!” Breakdown cut through the air, his voice a bit louder than usual. “He shouldn’t be asking you about me, or anyone. He needs to focus on his Autobot self—“

“After I was declared dead, you fell in love with him. That is the truth, isn’t it?”

Breakdown gawked at Knockout. How- why- what—

“You fell in love and you both helped each other through the war. The only reason you two were never official was because of your factions. I am telling the truth, correct?”

Knockout didn’t even sound upset.

“Bumblebee misses you, Breakdown. You didn’t break up properly, huh? He claims I took you from him.”

“You didn’t—“

“I know I didn’t. But do you understand what you have done?”

Knockout grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, the creaking and low groans of his backhoe echoing in the air.

“I am going to make an educated guess.” The wrecker stared down at Breakdown, who bore wide optics and an expression mixed between frustration and… fear.

“You and Bumblebee were going to officially become conjunx, hm? The war was over, humans were out of your oil-tanks, and there’s new life. You were, weren’t you?” Knockout rose a servo, resting his chin on his palm, his other arm crossed under. “But you found me before that. You found me, your old partner, and were so happy to continue where we left off.”

Knockout paused, letting his optics glance upward to the sky— the starry black sky.

“You left him behind for me, Breakdown.”

Breakdown tried to interject, “It wasn’t that serious, Knockout—“

“For Primus’ spark it wasn’t that serious!” Knockout whipped around, pointing a claw right at the racer, who flinched.

“You don’t get to play with feelings! Breakdown, I was dead. I would have understood that you fell in love with another. I would have supported you! War fragging sucks and I would have wanted you to be happy after I left!”

Knockout shuddered as he tried to recompose himself, his servos moving to cover his face.

“But you chose to do this.” Knockout turned an away, his back-hoe lowering before the claw hit the ground, “You chose this path and now I’m the bad guy. Whether you wanted it or not, I am the evil one in this situation. I am the one who took away a partner’s conjunx and kept him to myself!”

“Knockout—“ “Shut the frag up, Breakdown!”

Knockout forced his servos to stay at his sides, “I’m going to take Aftermath and Spitfire out of the base. You can do whatever you want, but for Primus’ sake I hope you reach out to Bumblebee and fix this slag. I don’t want anything to do with it anymore.”

Breakdown watched as Knockout stormed off…

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Fallout: New Vegas is all about rebuilding society in the Mojave, and the three given factions all attempt to do so by recreating the past. The NCR models itself on the now-destroyed United States, with all the problems involved. Caesar created the Legion in the image of Rome because he believed it could best thrive in the wasteland. Mr. House is arguably the most forward-thinking with his focus on technology and eventual interplanetary travel, but he still rebuilt New Vegas from his nostalgic recollections of the city. Building on the past isn't wrong, the problem is these three factions don't appear to be learning from anything that happened.

NCR characters never directly acknowledge that they're following the example of a society that destroyed itself. Caesar criticizes them for this, believing the republic functioned best while under the quasi-monarchy of Aradesh and Tandi. But Caesar ignores how 1) Rome also fell and 2) he's confronting the same problem as a brain tumor is on the verge of killing him. Even if you treat his tumor, he's still mortal. Caesar was given an education, and his knowledge of strategy and history let him build the Legion, which he then made anti-intellectual and revisionist. The society he created cannot replace him, and will fragment when he dies. House is more contemptuous of the pre-war world, but he still brought it back, and specifically assigned the Omertas with the role of ruthless mobsters who will kill anyone in their way. Apparently he thought that was a good idea.

This extends into the DLCs, too. Elijah plans to use the Sierra Madre to wipe the slate clean and restore the Brotherhood of Steel to their position of unrivaled power, with himself back as Elder. Every day, Joshua Graham feels the pain of being burned. The Think Tank scientists are all stuck in loops, stuck in the past, stuck with their flaws centuries after believing they overcame their humanity. For all my grievances with Lonesome Road, it fits the pattern, as Ulysses saw a new society forming, saw it burn, and couldn't move on. If you let Ulysses live, he has similar criticisms of the NCR, Legion, and House. They're all idealized recreations, like the Vera Keyes hologram. Let go, begin again.

Benny may be a weird mix of dangerous and absurd, but he contrasts the other factions well. He jumped at the chance to join House, fought his tribe's previous leader to make it happen, then planned to take down House, too. House dismisses Benny as not understanding complex technologies due to his tribal upbringing, but he built a computer lab attached to his suite and studies technology as best he can. Benny doesn't want to relive the past, he wants to move forward, he wants something better. You can kill him and take his role, or, when facing certain death at Caesar's hands, he'll explain his vision and ask you to see it through.

After replaying everything, though the other endings have understandable support, I think the Independent route fits the story's themes best, the only one where something definitively new is being built. The Courier isn't remaking anything. Part of this is simply open-ended roleplaying, allowing the player to imagine the character's completed goal. If you choose one of the other three, the Courier can work to correct their faction's flaws and counter the destructive nostalgia affecting them. The Independent ending isn't necessarily the "best" for the Mojave, the Courier's morality and a hundred other decisions determine that, but it is the most compelling conclusion to the story.

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PART 1 - FANFICTION ENTRIES

This surely took a while, troopers. Apologies again for the delay! We've compiled every single fanfiction entry to Delta Squad Week 2025 into this masterlist, so here are some points you should pay attention to:

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Entries by @alor-ika

Or Should I Call You Scorch? - Existing Character(s) - Vau glanced down at the curly haired boy who was clearly trying not to sound too eager. He’d chosen RC-1262 to be Delta Squad’s demolitions expert because was smart, calm enough, and he’d shown some aptitude for the calculations required to mix the explosives properly.

Sev & the Wookiees - Existing Character(s) - Just a silly story about Sev finding and naming baby Wookies on Kashyyyk.

Boss' Dream - Reader's POV as Existing Character - Boss' recurring dream about Sev. Some locations and context for parts taken from the Republic Commando books & TCW.

Entries by @arliganzey

What Should We Drink To? - Existing Character(s) - Delta Squad's hunt for rogue Kaminoan scientist Ko Sai has led them to Tropix Resort, a fabricated luxury beach resort on the planet Dorumaa. General Bardan Jusik has tasked Delta with an important mission: eat dinner at the resort restaurant.

Sex Education - NSFW Scorch x OC - Sometime after the war, Scorch caves and asks Mereel and Kom'rk everything they know about dating and having sex. He finds a partner in Pella - but can he overcome his self-consciousness about his scarred body?

Light Kidnapping - Existing Character(s) - Delta Squad has assimilated into the Imperial army. Being commandos is the only thing they know, thanks to their training from Walon Vau. They know some commandos have deserted and are probably living it up with Skirata. But Delta isn't made for civilian life. Given the choice to leave, will they take it?

My Brother, My Brother, My Brother, and Me - Existing Character(s) - Three vignettes about Scorch and his brothers.

Entries by @blue-marbles

Delta Squad: Bonds - Existing Character(s) - About two years before Geonosis, Sev gets injured in a training exercise. He doesn't want anyone to know - not even his squad mates. But his brothers are way more perceptive than he believed them to be. And sometimes, accepting help is harder than any mission...

Never Forgotten - Existing Character(s) - One year after their fateful Mission on Kashyyyk, Scorch remembers Sev and decides to make a promise.

Demagolka - Existing Character(s) - It had been years since the war ended, years since Walon Vau had last seen most of the Commandos he trained. Yet, the memories of what he did to them still linger and haunt him more than any time spent on a battlefield ever could. Working through nightmares and memories, he has to ask himself how deep his guilt goes, how to live with the regret, and whether there can ever be redemption…

Delta Squad: Trapped - Existing Character(s) - On what should have been a routine reconnaissance mission to an abandoned mining outpost, Delta Squad finds itself trapped in a room full of tibanna gas tanks. The facility's power keeps flickering on and off for no apparent reason, and it seems like somebody locked the door behind them. When the Deltas try to work out what they are actually dealing with, Fixer has a crazy theory that makes his brothers wonder if he finally lost his mind…

Delta Squad: Vode An - Existing Character(s) - After a successful mission, Delta Squad is waiting for extraction. While his brothers are resting, Boss is on guard. He starts thinking about the lyrics of Vode An, and delves into memories about his brothers and the meaning of brotherhood. But then enemies approach, and Delta Squad has to prove once more that their strength lies in their bonds as brothers in arms.

Smoke and Stars - Existing Character(s) - Kashyyyk, 19 BBY. As the Clone Wars are slowly coming to an end, Sev finds himself separated from his squad, with his comm down, and under attack. He knows that if he wants to see his brothers again, he has to fight his way out of this situation, and take a massive risk.

Entries by @clonegirl99

Bet I Can Make You Smile - Sev x Reader - “I’m going to make you smile, Sev, and you’re going to like it.”

"You're Hurt" - Sev x Reader - You giggle again and squeeze Sev's hand. “I’ll go first. Tell me about this scar you have that the boys teased you about…”

Scars - Sev x Reader - “So he bacta’d me and glued my head back together – look, no scar,” You lean forward and Sev studies your forehead – A’den did do a good job, he has to admit. “And now, here I am.”

"I Dreamed About You" - Sev x Reader - Sev had been a wildcard. You’d known men like him before – taciturn, stoic, singularly focused – and they tended to fall into one of two categories: complete aversion to any kind of vulnerability or affection, or touch-starved snuggle monsters.

Entries by @ct7567329

Full Plates, Fuller Hearts - Sev x Reader - Your boyfriend, Sev, is back on Coruscant after a long mission, so you decide to treat him to a special home-cooked dinner.

Pieces We Mend - Scorch x Reader - Scorch rushes to his go-to weapons technician to repair his beloved blaster for the umpteenth time. When sharing stories of his deployment takes an unexpected turn, scars of your past are revealed.

When Dreams Slip (Pt. 1) - Fixer x Reader - A near-death mission brings Boss to the Jedi Temple for healing and you straight into Fixer’s head.

When Dreams Slip (Pt. 2) - Fixer x Reader - Delta Squad has returned from their mission! Scorch, Sev and Boss will NOT let Fixer forget about their 'unofficial' second mission.

Target Acquired - Boss x Reader - When Delta Squad comes to help train your Rebel village, you think you're prepared. You already know how to fight. What else would you need to be ready for? Definitely not feelings.

Here and Gone (Pt. 1) - Sev x Reader - One day while hiking, you accidentally stumble upon a Republic sniper post, a quite handsome Commando seated inside. Suddenly, your hikes start to coincide with his shifts, giving you a reason to return again and again. In the quiet moments you share, something unspoken grows between you.

Here and Gone (Pt. 2) - Sev x Reader - It's been over a year since Sev left, but it still feels like just yesterday he was here. You're unsure what hurts more: the fact he left you or the fact that you can't let him go.

Entries by @detroitbydark

Beyond the Clouds - Existing Character(s) - Featuring a reluctant sniper, an overly enthusiastic demolitions expert, and a sky full of possibilities.

What Dreams May Come - Existing Character(s) - His hands press into the soil anchoring him to the moment. Just for a second Scorch pretends he’s not alone. His brothers are at his side and the world is limitless.

Ba'vodu - Existing Character(s) - His heart thuds inside the cage of his chest. Around him, the kitchen has gone quiet. Laseema and Atin are the only others around to witness his lapse in training. Them- and Kad.

Tell Me That Your Soul Lies Now (Chapter 1) - Sev x OC x Scorch - A surprise acquisition leads to questions in Kyrimorut. Sev, Scorch, and Wal'buir are left to question the meaning of family, loyalty, and love.

Caf Bribe - Existing Character(s) - Talking about his feelings (YUCK) was not going to stop Sev from waking up panicked and wild from nightmares. It wasn’t going to make him eat more than half the food Scorch dutifully brought to his room every day. It wasn’t going to get him to talk.

Day of Planting - Existing Character(s) - Scorch celebrates his first holiday in Mandalore.

Entries by @fractiouskat

Terrible Parenting: A Biography - Existing Character(s) - Third-cycle cadet RC-1140 takes a tumble, and Vau is forced to vaguely attempt something resembling responsible parenting. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

Entries by @hellfiresky

Where the City Glows at Night - NSFW Sev x Reader - You hadn’t done a one-night stand with someone off a dating app in a while, but you let Sev, a Republic Commando, ruin you anyway. Well, the city was glowing and loneliness was one hell of a drug.

Delta Squad's Favorite Wingstop Seasoning - Headcanons

Thought This was a Simple Recce Mission - Boss x Reader - What started as a quiet recce mission with Boss quickly devolves into a skirmish through the Kashyyyk jungle.

Entries by @i-willstealyourtoes

Midnight Munchies Invitation - Scorch x Reader - Although your words might have come across as rhetorical, you truly were confused to get a call from Scorch. Especially since you you didn't know he even remembered your name.

Reminders of Failure - Existing Character(s) - Scars never really bothered Scorch. They were just a symbol of all the 'awesome' things he's done and survived, right?

I Had A Dream About You - Fixer x Reader - The others-especially Scorch-had already taken a liking to you by the time Fixer finally admitted his appreciation towards you.

Convenience Store Date - Scorch x Reader - Scorch then spent at least an hour just looking around every shelf, and another half hour picking and buying (technically, you were the one buying, but you didn't mind. It wasn't expensive anyway).

Left Behind - Existing Character(s) - Brothers. Not everyone has one, but Sev was lucky enough to have 3 of them close to his heart.

Show You Where The Fun Is - Existing Character(s) - It felt weird to comm someone for reasons other than work, but Addy reckoned the best person to ask about this would be Mr. Clown himself.

Infighting - Existing Character(s) - Now, it was like every moment they weren't fighting enemies, they were fighting each other. Or rather, Scorch was the one picking fights with him and Fixer. And the truth was, Boss couldn't even be mad at him for it.

Entries by @lonewolflupe

You're Hurt - Existing Character(s) - Watch the master at work; cadet Fixer is testing his slicing skills during a training exercise.

Baby Wookiees? - Existing Character(s) - Too cute; when Delta Squad is finally back on Kashyyyk for an evac, Scorch is in for a hairy surprise.

I Dreamed About You - Existing Character(s) - Boss, I’ve got a problem here; alone and forsaken on Kashyyyk, Sev remembers his brothers

Tell Fixer That - Existing Character(s) - Could you can the chatter; unfortunately, Scorch has little useful to say today.

We Have A Problem - Existing Character(s) - That was a lot more intense than the simulations; a squad of commando cadets find their way into a smelly situation.

Where's My Caf? - Existing Character(s) - Maybe it’s the heat; Boss tries keeping sane between all the squad’s bickering.

I Love You - Existing Character(s) - Delta, give me an explosive solution; Scorch is asking the real questions here.

Entries by @orangez3st

Pardon The Way That I Stare - Boss x Reader - Delta Squad's sergeant is having a silly little crush on a cafe stage performer.

Something More - Fixer x Reader - It was really stupid of Fixer to ignore your affection. You're the kindest person in the world—he doesn't deserve you. But he's willing to change how he thinks about you.

(Not the) Weirdest Group Photo - Existing Character(s) Drabble - Wrecker’s posing with his Deece next to Scorch who's doing the peace sign. “Oh yeah, look at us. The explosion scar duo.”

We Hate Kashyyyk - Scorch & Self-Insert - And it just had to be the Kashyyyk mission. The most dreaded of them all. Say what you want about Geonosis and Assault Ship… “God, I hate Kashyyyk so much.”

Torture Me To Sleep - Scorch x Reader - For a fleeting moment, there seems to be the tiniest glimpse of hope. Although, the future remains uncertain—with Scorch's constant and cold presence towering over you.

Glowing, Fairytale, Knowing - Scorch x Reader - Three years after denouncing your Jedi path, you were still waiting for your soulmate. One night, he came to you in a dream.

Coruscant Guard, the True Professionals - Existing Character(s) Drabble - Inside the briefing room, Stone gestures to Sev’s DC-17m. “That kinda Deece ever jammed in the middle of a firefight?”

Get Tooka-fied! - Existing Character(s) - Tooka-fied Delta Squad is doing the exact same thing they usually did when reporting back to command center like this; their posture straight and… and, well, just that. There's no bucket to be taken off when there's none, and there's no verbal communication when some sort of barrier now exists. Language barrier. Species barrier, whatever.

Pani Popo - Delta Squad x OC - Raye's first day at Vau's turns nostalgic real quick.

How Do You Explain Unsolved Murders by Plasma Bolt?! - Sev x Reader - You always get away from the mysterious deaths of the people who bully you, only because of this dead dude from another galaxy who names himself Sev acting as your avenging angel, if that even exists.

New Orders Just Came In - Boss x Reader - Boss loves to take care of you, especially when you're sick—even if you put up a fight.

Tortured Even When I'm Asleep - Existing Character(s) Drabble - Something inside him was broken to shards, in its place now reigned fear. It keeps him awake at night, even now.

How Delta Squad boys confess their feelings for you - References

Entries by @the-stars-are-warring

Sergeant - Existing Character(s) - The breath comes out of Vau in a rush and Three-Eight braces, the other man's broken arm still held against his ribs. He broke Walon Vau's arm.

Keep Your Bucket On - Existing Character(s) - Something explodes behind them and Scorch shuts up and goes to pull his helmet back on but then the floor bucks under him and Scorch grabs for the wall (floor? Ceiling?) with the image of Boss mid-stagger with Sev falling into him as the last thing he remembers seeing before he wraps his arms over his head and bounces off of something as they hit the ground.

Blow It All To Haran - Existing Character(s) - Fixer winces. "Command wants the data so we get the data." He should care about the data. He should care about doing what command wants and getting it right and slicing into separatist systems and he doesn't.

Surviving - Existing Character(s) - It takes him a moment of fighting to get his breath back, and Sev runs his tongue over his teeth and spits again. His right knee aches, bone deep and spiking sharper. He's in it up to his neck this time and there's no cheerful Omega sap to pull him up and pretend it's not shameful for a commando to fall.

Old Scars - Existing Character(s) - Sev has to be dead because Fixer couldn't find anything. He'd spent months looking for anything. Something he'd missed, interference. Some kind of evidence that whatever had happened hadn't taken Sev's kit offline.

Lovely Afternoon For A Firefight - Existing Character(s) - Sev sweeps his scope over the valley one more time and pauses, tracks back - They'd set up here expecting an early morning patrol, so the mid-afternoon sun glaring off the rocks is interfering with his rifle sight.

Entries by @viridaee

Find A Way - Existing Character(s) - Scorch survived the fall in Bad Batch season 3 finale and now he's going to find a way out of Mount Tantiss's planet.

Entries by @yarnspunmuse

Eat Or Be Eaten - Existing Character(s) - The Deltas are bored until Scorch's legendary animal magnetism strikes and things get interesting. Fixer is infodumping. Sev is going feral. Boss just wants to lay down please.

Chronic - Existing Character(s) - Sev's throat is bothering him. It's Fixer's job to help. Neither of them are excited about it.

Improvisation - Existing Character(s) - Sev and Scorch are unsupervised on an active battlefield. They pick up some strays, make up plans as they go, solve some problems and create a few others. All in all, a pretty good day.

Tooka Troubles - Existing Character(s) - Scorch thinks he's alone on the squad's shuttle, just using the quiet time to get some boring grunt work done. Unfortunately, he is incorrect.

Bleach Bonding - Existing Character(s) - Sometime before Geonosis, Scorch learns about the wonderful invention that is hair bleach. This is alarming to Fixer for a multitude of reasons, so he decides to step in. Thus, a new tradition is born.

Tracyn - Existing Character(s) - Delta Squad gets an accidental crash course in wildfire awareness. It doesn't go well.

Kar'taylir Darasuum - Existing Character(s) - Sev and Boss and a late night conversation on Kashyyyk.

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SWEET REVENGE AND GUITAR STRINGS | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

your ex-boyfriend decided to cheat on you- the sane course of action was sleeping with his enemy

ROCKSTAR!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, unprotected sex (use birth control idiots), dressing room sex, slight violence and blood, blood kink if u squint

word count: 2.2k <3

Wrath.

Not even anger or rage- it was pure fucking red wrath. Your boyfriend of 2 years was cheating on you. He had the fucking audacity to cheat on you, and try to hide it. 

God did you want to kill him.

Your bestfriend Elle had sent you a video of him making out with some rando chick at a party and then taking her into a room to obviously have sex. You weren’t even sad, you just wanted to hurt him.

It was 3 days after you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you and the wrath hadn’t gone away. You’ve been ignoring every text, every message, every call- he was going to be so pissed. You were doing a pretty good job of not running into him but today he had a gig and you would have to end up going.

You and Elle were sitting on your bed in your underwear and bra eating a huge assortment of candy and snacks while re-watching Sex Education. 

“Wait have you confronted Theo about cheating on you yet” Elle asked with a lollipop between her lips

You groaned you wanted to but every time you thought about it all you could do was want to punch him “I wanted to trust me but I just wanna hurt him y’know I don’t need his half-assed apology”

“Wait so why don’t you just ditch his gig” Elle inquired

“I would but imagine your girlfriend just ditches you with an explanation because remember he doesn’t know I know he cheated on me” You threw your head back- it was gonna be really hard to get him back

“Hmm does he have like y’know enemies that you can y’know… fuck” Elle suggested

“Elle we’re not in a wattpad fan-fic, Theo doesn’t have enemies per say” You rolled your eyes… but he did have someone who pissed him off to no end

You shot up with a plan in mind, “But he does have someone he kinda hates” You said while you carding through your closet trying to find an outfit

“Oooh who” Elle sat up like a curious dog 

“Vinnie” The name was met with a huff from Elle

Vincent Cole Hacker, lead guitarist and singer of his band and adored by girls all over the country.

His killer style mixed with his rough hair and piercings accompanied with the rings he adorned on each hand which trailed across his guitar with so much purpose you couldn’t help but think what else they could do.

The same Vinnie Theo hated, and the same Vinnie who could never take his eyes off you.

“Babe you're super hot but I’ve legit never seen Vinnie without his army of girls following him, are you sure he’s the one?” Elle probes and she's right Vinnie’s a chick magnet, you’d be lucky to find him alone, but Elle was also right about the fact you were hot, the way your hair sat, framing your face and the way you would bite your fingers, and look up at guys, batting your eyelashes and giggling- toying with their feelings- you had boys begging for you.

But Vinnie was the one you wanted.

“I know, I know, but I have a plan trust me” 

You didn’t have a plan 

All you knew was that Vinnie stared at you for far too long to be considered platonic, and no sane guy would give up a chance to hook up with you.

After about 2 hours, you and Elle were ready. She was wearing a denim skirt with a pink tank top and pink converse adorned with little accessories, while you were wearing a black cropped top with Dominic Fike embroidered on without a bra so you could see your nipples poking through the fabric. Paired with a black mini-skirt and pantyhose which looked like it was attacked by an army of cats and a pair of platforms with some other accessories here and there- you looked enchanting.

The pair of you got there around 30 minutes later and broke off, with Elle waking to the bar to get some drinks and you trying to find your cheating ass boyfriend. 

The bass of all the people walking around made you want to turn on your heel and walk away. You had endured it for the sake of your boyfriend but now the air was filled with venom rather than admiration.

“There she is, hi baby” It sounded so goddamn awful coming from your boyfriends mouth but you had to play the part of the oblivious girlfriend for a little longer

“Hi Theo” You say with the only respect you have for him left and kiss his cheek

As he continues his conversation with his bandmates you zone out and look around while drinking some fruity drink his bandmates gave you. As you looked around you caught the addictive eyes of your target, Vinnie, and unsurprisingly he was checking you out, who wouldn't tbh.

As your staring competition played out you were quickly brought back to reality by your boyfriend telling you they were about to go on stage.

“Hey babe can I talk to you for a sec?” You asked and he went along with it, presumably thinking he was about to get some last minute action.

“Yeah baby, what do you want?” He asked, so fucking oblivious to what was about to happen.

“Who the fuck is this chick your making out with in this video” You said while playing out the video on your phone.

His mouth hung agape, this cunt thought he could have the audacity to be shocked.

“B-babe I don’t know what that is, I-I’m pretty sure I was like sure drunk” Seriously, the ‘I was drunk’ excuse? 

He can do better than that.

“Are you fucking serious, I’ve been drunk plenty of times and I’ve never fucking cheated on you” Every gross and terrible emotion was bubbling up from inside you as you were about to overflow

“I-it doesn’t even matter I just kissed her your fucking overreacting!” Overreacting, this fucking bitch thinks I’m over reacting

With gritted teeth you said “Oh I’m overreacting? I’m fucking overreacting, well you wanna see overreacting?” 

You didn’t even register what your body was doing before,

SNAP!

Fuck, your hand made contact with his face and there was a stream of red trickling down his nose while your knuckles were bruising up.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH” He yelled pushing you up against the wall, while his blood spilled on to your chest

On any other day you wouldn’t have been able to push him off but with the immense amount of rage mixed with adrenaline you were feeling you pushed him to the ground, with your head spinning you ran off into another room trying to catch your breath.

As you finally stood up from your hunched over position and walked over to the mirror in the room- shit my shirt has blood on it, I look like I killed someone

You try to get some tissues to take the blood off but it’s no use the blood is congealed and staining your white shirt so you grab a closed water bottle and try to figure out what dressing room you're in.

You hand slides across a red leather couch with stains and find a stack of polaroids.

As you shuffled through them you see a drummer and bassists clearly drunk and passed out on a sofa, in another one you can see a brunette making a face and flipping off the camera, and in the final one its a group photo 4 boys playing a song in front of a smaller audience- in the photo you spot a particular face- Vinnie.

And as fate has been so kind the tall blonde walks into the room as if on cue, “Oh shit, what are you doing here?”

But before you you can answer his eyes widen and he walks towards you, “Fuck are you okay” He says with knitted eyebrows as his hand hesitantly swiping the blood of your shirt.

“Yeah, it's not my blood” You say with a smile as you try to reassure him, but which only leads him to look at you, even wider eyed.

“It’s Theo’s” You continue as you sit down on the red sofa, “He kinda cheated on me so y’know he deserved it”

You play with your hands in your lap as you look up at Vinnie who's now sitting next to you with an unreadable expression.

“Well he fucking deserved it then” He says breaking the silence as you look up to meet his gaze, “If you we’re my girl, I’d cut my balls of before cheating on you”

You let out an obnoxious laugh while he follows you, “I’m serious though I would never do that, your to fucking hot for that.”

“Yeah yeah” You breathe out as you tip your head back on the sofa as you let Vinnie’s eyes rake over your body, huffing your chest so your tits press against your shirt, watching how he bites his lips.

“So any plans now that you're single” He was obviously trying to hint at you, so you played along.

“I dunno Vinnie, do you have any ideas for me?” You said sliding across the sofa, closer to the blonde boy

He hands trail over the blood on your shirt, staining his fingers and dragging his hand onto your jawline pulling your face up to his, so close but so fucking far, “I have a few ideas”

“Yeah”, You breathe out, “Show me”

Both of your lips interlock at a slow pace at first until he pulls your face away from him to breathe but his gaze drops to your spit covered lips and flushed out look before he smashes them up together for the second time and pulls you onto straddle his lap.

“God every fucking time I saw you with that prick I wanted to kill myself.” He confessed, letting his hands graze up your sides pulling your top off.

All you do in response is giggle whilst you tip your head back so he can lay a trail of saccharine sweet kisses from the base of your neck down to your tits. Your hands scratch his shoulders, bawling his shirt in your first hoping he’ll take it off.

And if Gods looking out for you, he pulls his shirt of ruffling if his hair and goes back to attack your chest with love bites, your hands reach to the back of his head grabbing a tuft of his hair as you throw your head back and moan as his teeth catch your nipples in his mouth.

“Vinnie, fuck oh my god” You moaned out, his hands moved to flip up your skirt and fondling your ass while you grind down on his hardened dick, then he takes shuffles around with his belt pulling it of and tossing it on the ground keeping you too connected with the bloody kisses falling from your lips on to his tan skin.

“Whenever he kissed you, touched you, my skin felt like it was on fucking fire,” He pulls of his pants with one swift motion as they fall to the ground with a light, airy thud, “He doesn’t fucking deserve you, your too hot for him,” 

You pull off of him to stare into his eyes, “Vinnie, I adore you, but if you bring up my ex one more damn time while we're about to have sex I’m getting up and leaving” You say will as emotionless of a face you can pull.

He airs out a breathy laugh but rather than replying he flips the two of you over onto the sofa and rips your skirt of, “Yes ma’am,” He starts, “But we both know your not leaving to go anywhere” 

He looks for a condom but I stop him, “I’m on birth control and your clean, don’t worry”, you say with the most poise you can muster whilst your under a 6 foot man

With his new found confidence, he lines up your entrance with his dick, carefully sliding in, going gently through your folds whilst you arch into the motion gasping out for him,

As your hands hook around his head to pull both of you into a kiss, he sets a ruthless pace, pounding into you like his life depends on it but not letting you relish a single moment of freedom.

He doesn’t stop for a second, not letting you rest whilst the entire room echos with sounds of skin slapping and it doesn’t stop, turning the melody of your skins coming in contact and the rhythm of your synched breathless moans turns the room into a orchestra of pleasure and carnal desire as both of you chase your release.

And it’s not far, you cum first with a loud moan and arching your back with your mouth in an ‘O’ shape and he’s not far behind cumming in you and dropping down on to you to place more hickeys all over you and claim you even more as his.

They say revenge is an act of passion, and while you're laying there, breath panting, legs sore and your ex-boyfriends biggest rival laying on top of you rubbing circles into your skin… you can’t help but think they're right, because what’s a bigger act of passion than sex? And what’s a bigger form of revenge than betrayal? And the best betrayal is the sight of your ex-boyfriend watching you limp out of a dressing room with your hair and makeup messed up whilst his rival follows behind you in an even worse state.

[i-did]

bullet fic where Andrew works at one of those reptile birthday party companies, and Neil is hiding from the kids at Dan and Matt's kids 6th Birthday

Andrew first got into reptiles because a foster dad was really into them, his whole garage filled with vivariums of different animals, mostly reptiles but some were tarantulas and other bugs

Andrew thought it was interesting watching feeding time, and he liked that the animals were set in a designated space where the animal wouldn’t touch him unless he approached the space first

He learned how to fiddle with and maintain the spaces, which can become very self sustaining and many only need to be fed once every few weeks or once a week

After meeting Aaron, Andrew’s first job is at an adoption center, handling all the “scary” pets that aren't cuddly or cute, because of his experience and isn't afraid of them

Andrew ends up working for one of those lizard birthday party companies – unfortunately named Kreepie Krawlies – as an animal handler who both takes care of them and drives the van to events occasionally

Renee, his coworker, handles the kids, doing educational talks and passing off some of the creatures for kids to hold

Andrews maximum involvement around the kids typically being setting up the tanks as well as holding things the kids aren't allowed to touch, but depending on the party size he hangs out back by the neon green and yellow van with the company logo, blending in with his khaki and green uniform

He meets Neil in his mid 30s, at a really expensive birthday party for some professional athletes kid, child of Matthew Boyd and Danielle Wilds

Andrew is waiting out by the Van, waiting for when Renee will need him and call him on his walkie talkie, smoking his cigarette, listening to kids shriek, and play, one giving a startled cry and beginning to sob

When an adult from the party wanders over, like he's hiding from the kids

Hes burned heavily on his arms, half his face and neck melted, one ear a waxy nub, Andrew wouldn't be surprised if they continued down, 

The non burned side has cuts like shards of glass scarring his other cheek, he was hot, Andrew decided, and wondered if he was vain before whatever had happened to him

He reaches out, asking “Can I bum one?”

Andrew quirks his brow, thinking this could very well be a deadbeat dad hiding from his own kid, as Andrew gives one over

The guy, answering a question Andrew didn't ask, says, “Dan doesn't mind if I smoke as long as they don't see it” 

Andrew resists responding with, ‘didn’t ask’, and instead says, “Husband?”

“Ah, no. Friend’s wife – well – she's my friend too, I just met him first.” 

Ah, Dan short for Danielle, Andrew thinks, then states: “Hiding.” 

Neil confirms, nodding his head, “Their kid is used to me but uh, not the others, kinda scared of some of the others.” and gestures vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette. 

“Hm” Andrew says, watching the other man's fingers, burned and some shorter than they should be, a mixed set, fiddle with Andrew's lighter, flicking the spark for the flame, completely unafraid of burning his hands any further. 

“You?” the man asks

“I don’t hide.” Andrew responds, and it's the truth, he isn't hiding, he's waiting, and smoking away from helicopter parents eyes. 

He looks at Andrew for a second, before nodding and accepting it for the answer it was, and reaches his hand out to pass back the lighter

Andrew waits until his hand drops, “Don't burn yourself, not much skin left for anymore grafts”

He laughs, and pockets the lighter, he's about to say something, a smile on his lips when a voice calls out, “NEIL?” and his head whips around, looking for who called him over.

He, Neil, turns back around, and does one last inhale, before he carefully stubs out the cigarette

“Thanks uh..”

“Andrew.”

“Thanks, Andrew.” and he walks away

[rockyteriyaki]

TEAM BUILDING ACTIVITIES 👯

s/o to @powerful-owl for starting this meme and @disarmd for the insanely funny contribution, it’s such a delightful thought exercise! here’s my attempt:

MASCOTS!

american sports have hella mascots, so every team is tasked to create a marketable mascot that could represent them for u.s fans. they also have to build a little model to pitch the concept. there’s the williams whale sharks. the aston martin martinis. lando and oscar devise a walking papaya named penny who looks so much like a vulva oscar backs out almost instantly.

GUESS THE GRID based on clothing choices: drivers assemble an outfit they’d wear and then everyone else tries to guess who picked what. the catch is that the f1a girls did the same challenge and their answers are mixed in as well. everybody thinks doriane’s mercedes-themed picks are george’s and maya gets confused for charles even though there’s no ferrari branding to be seen. chloe’s picked a haas cap with a black skirt and we watch nico hulkenberg go through every emotion known to man trying to figure out why kevin would—???

(meanwhile the academy grid is absolutely ripping everybody’s style choices to shreds, accusing hamda of being the most basic bitch on the planet bc max chose to wear basketball shorts, etc)

PADDOCK SCAVENGER HUNT

5 teams are in on it and the other 5 can’t know what’s going on, otherwise they lose points. charles pretends that he’s too tired to walk when pierre catches him searching the top of a cabinet on carlos’ shoulders. oscar distracts williams while lando tries to get a picture of logan with red, white and blue objects in the background. yuki gets stranded on top of the rbr motorhome because daniel won’t stop using him for reconnaissance and the whole thing gets called off because max sees them squabbling on the roof and thinks the rapture has arrived.

GEORGE AND ALEX MAKE GRAPHICS

ib george’s natural talent for graphic design. the audience gets to see what a communications team actually does in motorsport (educational!) and george and alex get free reign of the entire library of press photos of eachother. george is hunting for a terrible picture of alex to edit onto a podium but ends up having a very verbal crisis about how none of the pap shots are appropriately bad and then spends the next half an hour digging himself into theeee deepest hole talking about how it’s just not as FUNNY if alex looks TOO GOOD on the podium! it would be UNFAIR! alex is squirming and trying to remember where tf he was planning on going with this zoomed-in great-gatsby-esque picture of george’s eyelids on his screen right now. george silently edits alex’s teeth out of his mouth and tries to erase the fact that he just called alex handsome like 47 times.

MARIO KART SIM RACING

im talking full immersion. sherbet land is ice fucking cold. every time they drive over some kind of giant clock or railroad or something the sim porpoises like a jackhammer. someone is standing behind them with a full tank of water for the splash sections. there’s a legitimate epilepsy warning at the start of the video. bowser puts the fear of god into lando norris.

MAX AND DANIEL DO TEMPORARY TATTOOS

i’m hesitant to allow them access to a bowl of water but i have an extremely clear vision of daniel slapping tats all over the blank spaces on his skin to the point where they overlap and he’s just got shiny plasticky tattoo skin everywhere. max would find this unappealing and also stupid until he realizes all the fake tattoos on his side of the table are replicas of daniel’s actual ones. cut to: daniel with a snake tattoo stuck in his eyebrow hairs hiking his shorts up so max can mirror the placement on his own inner thigh. daniel resembling a concussed post malone, watching max’s careful application of the ‘3’ tattoo. max does a horrible aussie accent and daniel looks like a chimpanzee seeing its own reflection for the first time. cinema.

[achillesisnotcomingdown]

Ive lose the ask asking for my transmasc!Leo headcanon TT but i have them written down so imma post em like that

Leo transmasc headcanon

(many things are based on my own experience. Especially the dysphoria related things (so when i talk about Leo not being a real boy it is what he thinks bc of dysphoria. It’s not true.))

(warning angst angst (but thats Leo so that was expected)

it was so obvious even when he was small. He always wanted to play with boys, wear boys clothes, ect… His mom was fine with it. She bought him boys toys and clothes and even sometimes called him hijo. She was a bit confused, but she knew it made her child happy and it's all that mattered. 

However, it didn’t go that well with his foster homes. However much he tried, they always stuck to his deadname and she/her. That was a big part of the reason he kept running away. 

There really is no story behind the name Leo. He picked that one bc it sounded cool. 

Once he got a good enough passing, he did everything he could so ppl will assume he’s cis.

Don’t ask me how he gots his hands on hrt. It’s a long and weird story.

The wilderness school was very strict about not mixing girls and boys in dorms. 

Piper was his roommate, that’s how they met. 

In their memories created by Hera, Jason has kinda always known he’s trans. So Leo never bothered to hide it from Jason (as he does with others).

But Jason doesn’t have much (any) education on transidentity… At first he assumed Leo was a cis guy, and then some things were a bit confusing (why was he in fem dorms ? Why does he wear a tank top under his shirt ? Did he just ask Piper for a tampon???) but he just kinda gave up on trying to understand, bc Leo is a nice guy anyways. And with time (and exterior knowledge on the matter) he started to put the pieces together and to understand that “ooh ok that makes sense". 

Otherwise. Leo has no desire to get out of his comfortable closet. 

He has such a fragile masculinity 

Sometimes he acts a little bit macho. He’s aware he’s acting like an asshole but he’s terrified of being perceived as feminine. 

Why does he try to flirt with every girl he sees ? Another attempt to pass better (and comfort himself in his fragile masculinity) by copying stereotypical boys' things.

He overbind so much, GODS. Man will wear his binder for 11h straight (while fighting and running around) and then have the audacity to complain that his body hurts.

Piper tries very hard to remind him to take proper breaks. 

Jason is the biggest gender envy ever. He is handsome, tall, muscular… Leo really loves him but he also is so jealous and envious. 

He is very envious of other boys in general. 

When Percy got woken up in the middle of the night and left his cabin shirtless. When Frank went to take a break in the men’s restroom…

Gods, he would do anything to just be a normal boy. To be like them. To have their bodies. To not have to destroy his body to look slightly more masculine. To not have this constant fear that they’re gonna find out. 

And to add to the reasons why he felt so much like the 7th wheel : Among the 7 there are 3 girls, 3 boys… And Leo. Forever inbetween. Not a girl, but not a boy like the others either. 

Fortunately, with time he learnt to accept himself better and to feel more comfortable with others. 

Piper helped him to go easier on himself. And he had an actual proper talk with Jason.

The first person he actually came out to was probably Annabeth, bc she’s cool and wise and nice. 

And then he saw it actually was ok. She didn’t treat him any differently, she didn’t tell anyone else. She was cool with it.

He then told Frank and Hazel, with Piper’s help (mostly to explain to Hazel all those new terms). And it also went very great ! He then also told Percy and Nico. 

He’s not entirely out, just to his closest friends and his siblings at camp. And it’s enough. 

He still overbinds, but he has ppl to (discreetly) remind him to take care of himself. He’s still very dysphoric but his loved ones know how to remind him that he is their brother, an amazing boy.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Right Wing Watch:

Pam Bondi, President-elect Donald Trump’s second pick for U.S. Attorney General, has ties to New Apostolic Reformation dominionists who worked hard to put Trump back in office and believe his election will bring about a spiritual “great awakening” that will help like-minded right-wing Christians take control of the “seven mountains” of influence in America—government, business, education, media, arts and entertainment, religion, and family. 

After Bondi left office as Florida’s Attorney General, she joined the America First Policy Institute, a think tank created by former staffers that, like the Heritage Foundation’s Project 2025, has been laying the groundwork for a “revolutionary” plan to “seize control” and dismantle the “administrative state” -- federal agencies charged with protecting American workers, consumers, and communities from corporate wrongdoing. This year, AFPI partnered with dominionist Lance Wallnau’s Courage Tour, which mixed religious revival with Christian nationalist politics and pro-Trump political organizing. Wallnau celebrated the announcement of Bondi’s nomination as a “great pick,” noting, “She’s part of the America First Policy Institute, a great group I had the privilege of working with in the last year.”  Reflecting the MAGA movement’s increasingly aggressive Christian nationalist orientation, AFPI claims scriptural foundations for every aspect of its right-wing policy agenda, which it has called “10 Pillars for Restoring a Nation Under God.” 

Former Florida AG Pam Bondi, who Donald Trump tapped to replace Matt Gaetz for the DOJ head job, has ties to Seven Mountains Dominionists and Christian Nationalists.

[shadows-over-the-wastes]

Shadows Over the Wastes: Chapter Seven

About a week and a half on the road, nothing but walking the path and watching out for any manner of dangerous things. Raiders, mostly, but flashing my Rusteater medallion got them to turn swiftly away. For now. Food and water were oddly plentiful out here. Depending on what your definition of food was. My time with Chopper passively taught me what was and wasn’t edible. By typical pony standards. Bloatsprites? Edible. Radscorpions? Edible. Yao Guai? Edible. Just don’t get eaten by them first. I quickly found out that anything extra infested with rads was fair game for me. In fact, they were better. My cough went away whenever I had more radiation in my system. The rest of the time? It was hack after hack. I hadn’t been like this since I was a filly, perpetually bronchitis-riddled. I guess that was a revelation. It wasn’t age making me healthier. It was the rads. Oh well, it answered a lot of questions.

Foaledo was on the horizon. A little wooded town, constructed from old pieces of stripped bunkers, surrounded by a wall made of car chassis covered with sheet metal, reinforced with old tank treads. The stallions guarding the wall wore old green uniforms, welding suits, padded with tire strips, nails, and squares cut from chain link fences. They wore helmets, old hoofball helmets with road spikes welded to the top, and pilot goggles. They carried old rifles, modified with makeshift picatinny rails and ammo belts.

As I approached, they locked their barrels onto me, a set of turrets that used propane tanks as ammunition containers swiveled my way. “Who the hell are you? You don’t look local.” One of them on the wall said. I could see one of his purple eyes through his visor, a strange, primal fear instilled within. Base instincts, like an animal.

“Uh, I mean. Yeah I guess not. I’m from Stable 27, two weeks north by hoof.” I explained, glancing around, “You always this wary of strangers?”

The other stallion chuckles, flashing yellowed teeth behind crimson cheeks. “What a stupid fucking question. You’re a Stable Dweller alright. What got you kicked out?”

I tap a hoof against my chin before I answer. “Uh. Nothing. I left of my own accord.”

The two stallions look at each other, slinging their rifles back on their sides. The one with purple eyes shakes his head. “Why on Celestia’s rad-packed Equus would you do that? You don’t even look like you know how to use that knife on your leg, let alone a fucking gun.” Surprised he even knew the rest of the world’s name. Maybe these ponies were a little bit more educated. Maybe. He points at me. “Are you crazy?”

“That’s plausible!” I shrug and nod, not entirely sure how to respond. “Am I allowed in or do we need to keep playing 20 questions? If so, I think you only have 16 left. I’m fine either way honestly. This is the most civilized conversation I’ve had in like, a week.”

The two stallions begin wheezing, slapping the sides of the wall as they holler, laughing at my words. They cackle for a good long while, in one another’s face, practically restarting their laugh session a few times. Then, the red stallion relents. “Fuck me, you are unique! Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any Sardines as sassy as you! Hoo!” He wipes tears away from under his goggles. “Wow, that was entertaining.” He sniffs, “Yeah, you can come in, I don’t believe you have it in you to kill a Bloatsprite, let alone a pony.”

My smile fades as I hear his judgement, ears relaxing, eyebrows lowering. I had to grit my teeth, feeling my left eye twitching. What a prick. As the rusted old gate hoisted upwards, I walked into town. I saunter under the giant metal barricade, shaking my head impatiently.

Inside, the city was rather well put together. It seemed as if it had been burned once before, and rebuilt. Buildings were made from a mix of thick, ashen logs from the forest around, secured with rail spikes, bike chains, and steel plates. It was a rather busy place, ponies of all kinds moving from building to building. I even stumbled across a Nightkin, wrapped in burlap, selling fixed up electronics. Then, I stumbled into a mare, a pegasus, standing in front of a small building with a green cross above it. She had a white coat, pure white, with a mane of violet that progressively darkened towards the ends. She had bright red eyes, the sclera off color. On her neck hung a set of red welding goggles, and she wore an old flight jacket. It had a faded Wonderbolts patch, studs added to the shoulders, and a strange frame under white wings.

“Oh, shit! Sorry-“ I started, watching as her focus turned to me. The longer I looked, the more I realized she was rather green looking in the cheeks.

“Watch where you’re-“ she heaves, cupping a hoof over her pallid face, then gulps loudly, “fuckin’ goin’.”

I grimaced, backing away slightly. “Are… you alright?”

“She’s got fuckin’ rad sickness, you shit-for-brains!” A hoarse, ragged feminine voice calls from behind the counter. As I look, I visibly recoil a bit from what I see. A mare with mostly melted looking, swirly burned skin. Her coat was gone, and all that remained was irritated-looking scorch scars, all over. She had scraps of a blue mane hanging in her face, glowing yellow eyes, her sclera blackened. I remember Chopper telling me about ponies like this. Ghouls. This one was non-feral. Mostly. “Now buy somethin’ or GET LOST!”

“Oh, rad sickness? Uh, here.” I use my magic to pull the Rad-X and Rad-Away from my saddle bags. “I don’t need them anyway, you can have them.”

The pegasus squints, distrust in her eyes. “You’re… givin’ these to me? Like, for free?”

“Yes? That’s what I said. They’re yours.” I hold them closer, urging her to take them.

“… Dumbass.” The pegasus snatches them up, and runs off, presumably to use them.

“You-! You fat fuckin’ Sardine! She was my paying customer!” The ghoul mare yells. “I should kick your fuckin’ ass!” She launches herself over the counter, slamming a hoof into my face. I fall backwards, feeling something in my gums crunch, and warm liquid rolling over my tongue. 

I scurry away, watching as the lab coat wearing ghoul ran for a weapon. “Whoa! Fuck!” I panicked as she pulled a cord on the weapon, trying to start it. Some kind of sword-shaped device, a chainsaw of sorts. She quickly lost steam as my little legs carried me as quickly as they could. I took a few turns, winding myself through the swirling streets. I stopped once I hit an area that was a little less populated. Huffing, panting, wheezing, I leaned on a fence post. Then, the coughing started again. It was hard to stand, between my lack of breath from my sprint, and the horrible, razor-sharp hacking. I slipped onto the ground, trying to cover my mouth with a hoof. I felt those loose bits in my mouth fall into my hoof. They were teeth. “Fuck… I need those.” Then, I realized blood was actively dripping from my mouth and nose. “Shit…”

Tossing my teeth onto the ground, I coughed a little more. I didn’t have anything that would fix this. Not right now. Sure, I have a stimpak or two, but this little inconvenience didn’t justify using it. I’d just have to suck it up. As far as I could tell, this place was clean. Checking my Pip-Buck confirmed my suspicions. Not even background radiation. Sighing, I turned my Pip-Buck off, and searched through my bag. I took the bottle of Sparkle-Cola, and slapped the cap off. Sure, I wanted to save it for a better time, but I needed to wash the copper out of my mouth, and I’m sure there’s plenty more in town. Knocking it back, I cleaned the blood taste from my mouth, smacking my tongue around my now sugar-slick teeth. Barely here an hour and I’ve already lost two teeth. What a joke.

After finishing my bottle of soda, I tucked the empty glass bottle back into my pack, and slipped the cap into my pouch. I felt good enough to stand again, and my throat wasn’t on fire anymore at least. Cleaning myself up a little bit, I continued walking through the strip-city. I had to find something, and soon. An irradiated puddle. A fucking X-Ray machine, I didn’t care. It’s all I could think about. Radiation. My mind had never been so clouded before. What the hell was wrong with me?? Not even hunger or thirst made me this one-track. I slapped a hoof against my head a few times out of frustration. I couldn’t even remember why I came here. Or where I was going. I was just aimlessly wandering, my vision slipping in and out of focus. And then, I heard a voice.

“You look like you need something to break that headache of yours… and no medicine-mare around here has the solution.” A smooth, aged voice. Feminine, and tempting, often how Aero described a good cider. I turned my head to see her, leaned up against and sitting on a fence. She had a teal coat, legs darkening as the fur got closer to her scarlet hooves, and a short, voluminous, wine red mane that also darkened towards the ends. She was a unicorn, with an odd, lightning bolt shaped horn that looked charred. She was draped in a black cloak, and wore a black stetson that seemed to have horns in the brim, lined with white. Her shadowed eyes locked onto me. She had a smug smirk, a yellowed snaggletooth peeking from her curled lips. Fluttering her narrow crimson eyes, she opened up her cloak. The first thing I noticed was the massive, webbed scarring, or stitching rather, on her belly. Dangling inside her cloak was a set of fusion cores. “I got what you need, honey…”

I recoiled, stepping back from this strange mare, eyes widened. How the hell did she know about this? Did I have some kind of wasteland mutation? There was a piece of this puzzle that I was missing. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” I furrowed my brows, poppin the buckle on my knife holster. This mare knew something about me that no pony else did. Either she was a friend, or a massive threat.

“Hmmm… suppose not.” She flashes her teeth with a grin, “Don’t be scared, honey…” she reaches a hoof forward, an offer for a shake, “I’m Willow Wayfarer. Might I ask your name?”

Squinting slightly, I carefully stepped forward, giving a cautious wrap of the hoof. “Yellowcake Cream. Why are you offering me fusion cores? Those are for generators. And Power Armor. And Gatling Lasers. Which I don’t have…”

“They sure are.” She plucks one with her black magic, like staring into the night sky. Flipping it around in her hoof, she locked eyes with me. “Sure you don’t need them?”

I hesitated. She wanted something. “I… no. No I don’t.”

“Ah, well, guess I better toss them. So odd that I have so much to sell, and yet ponies don’t know the value of a good fusion core…” She throws it off to her left side, away from the fence.

I dive onto my belly and catch it in my hooves before it hits the ground. I twist it at the top, cracking it open to get a look at the fusion mechanism inside. I pull the ribbed lid away from the yellow casing. Where a blue glow normally would be, there was nothing, the frame was broken. This was a hollow dud. “This is a fucking dud! Where’s the internal reactor?!” Picking myself up, I furrow my brows, rattling the empty core with my hoof as I turn back to her. “Is this a fucking scam?”

Willow chuckles. “Thought you said you didn’t need it?”

I choke on my words. Shit. I did say that, didn’t I? Unfortunately, I was acting purely on instinct right now, prone to saying things that would jeopardize my control in a situation like this. “Fine.” Sighing, I toss the empty core over my shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Your satisfaction.” She swiftly replies. “Give me that, and you can have whatever you want.”

I flicked my eyes behind her, realizing exactly what I stood outside of. A brothel. A whorehouse. A discolored brick building, covered in scorch marks, but relatively nice looking. It was pretty self explanatory, having a big, bold WHORES painted on the windows. Then, I looked back at her. “You need to get tested before I do anything.”

Letting out a hearty laugh, she shakes her head. “Oh, no, I don’t need that sort of satisfaction.” She gets off her post, slowly approaching, circling me like a vulture. “I just need emotional satisfaction. Euphoria. That feeling you get whenever you do something you love. Something that makes you feel good. That feeling of quenching a craving. I know you have cravings, Cake…” she pulls out the other fusion core, “and I know exactly what they are.”

“You just… want me to use this? Near you?” I was offput, but wasn’t terribly discouraged.

“Correct.” She holds it forward. Rattling it. Waiting. Rather impatiently, antsy to watch me. ”Go on then.”

Taking it from her hooves, I crack it open. The blue glow washes over me, and so does a massive hit of radiation. I shudder, a chill rushing up my spine as my fur stood on end. This close to the reaction, this rich of a hit, it was intoxicating. Better than any alcohol I’ve had, any dessert I’ve eaten. I couldn’t stop myself from holding it as close to myself as I could manage. So much energy, raw, unfiltered.

Willow’s eyes nearly bulged as her pupils contracted further, horn thrumming with magic. She started to sweat, giving a psychotic grin, biting her bottom lip. “What a potent source of magic you are…”

I tuned her out, simply continuing to suck the core dry. My body swelled with strength, my mind was crystal clear, and my vision was sharper than it had ever been before. The blue glow disappeared from the inside, and I dropped the drained core, my eyes nearly rolled back into my head. “Holy… shit. That was incredible, that was the cleanest flow of rads I’ve ever had access to…”

The odd, tall unicorn clapped her hooves together. “My goodness! You are such a dense source of energy.” She pulls me into a side hug, a foreleg wrapped around my collar, another hoof poking my chest. “You and I, love… we’ll make the best of friends.”

I felt my face rush with heat, she felt hot, like she had the flu. “Uh… right. Friends. I guess I need those now. Out here… speaking of which- have you seen um. A white pegasus around? I gave her my Rad-Away and got my teeth knocked out by some ghoul doctor.” I gently pull away from the strange mare. “I wanna see if she’s doing okay.”

“Oh. Nightdrive?” Willow scoffed, “The Raider Inventor? Works on commission? You think she’s your friend now?”

“Hopefully. I cured her rad sickness, after all.” I nodded. “Does that not mean something?”

“Pfft, I guess.” Willow scoffs, “If you wanna see her so bad, I’ll take you. Don’t knock on her door too hard.”

My face flexed with worry, “How hard is too hard?”

“You’ll find out.” She replies.

Following Willow through town, we eventually came upon an old shack, with an even older wooden door. It wasn’t decorated, so much as it was splotched with red paint. At least, that’s what I chose to believe it was. The front door was covered with lights. Red lights. Motion sensors, I thought, or something similar. Maybe indicators of mines. At this point, I had to swallow the anxiety and push forward. Holding up a hoof, I knocked on the door. Then, I heard something snap on the other side. “Wha-?” The door slid upwards in the middle, and a circular saw blade launched out at me. It narrowly avoided me, the blunt tip of my horn scraping the side, listening to it whirr as it soared over my head. Then, a loud thunk as it slammed into the dirt behind me. My jaw hung from my face, eyes unfocused.

“I told you not to knock so hard.” Willow chuckles.

The top door swivels in, the same mare from in front of the doctor’s stand appearing from the dark interior. “Who the fuck-? Oh! It’s you! Sorry I almost took your head off, hahaha.” She snorted, giving a sharp smile.

“I think I pissed on your porch.” I blurt out, feeling tears in my eyes. “Respectfully, that might be the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced. Maybe. I’m not too sure at this point.

She peeks over the bottom door, “Oh,so you did. Ah, it’s fine.” She looks back up at me, as if nothing had happened, then, back down at my forelegs. “Is that-? Is that an actual Pip-Buck? Stable-Tec license and everything?”

“Y-uh, yes? Why?” Before I could ask anything else, the bottom door flung open, and she pulled me inside. “Oh-!” I could hear Willow wander in behind me, shutting the door and turning on the lights.

The strange white pegasus holds up my foreleg, inspecting it thoroughly. “Celestia’s four hooves! This is awesome!”

“Haha, um, it’s nice to meet you too? I’m Yellowcake Cream.” I smiled shakily, nervous about what she might do, now that she knew about the Pip-Buck.

“Oh! I’m Nightlight Overdrive. Nightdrive for short. Can I call ya Cake? I’m gonna call you that.” She drags me over to a computer, plugging me in. “Wow! This is the real thing!”

Unplugging myself, I back away. “Ahaha, yeah, it is. Anyway, I just wanted to see if you were doing alright after I gave you Rad-Away. Looks like you’re doing fine…” I rub my neck. “I should probably leave you be, y’know, seems like everypony here is kinda cranky, hahaaaa…”

“Where are you going?” Nightdrive asks.

“Uh… Whinnyapolis. Why?” I glanced around, getting a good look at the house. It was full of odd contraptions. Death traps, almost every single one of them. Like one wrong step in here would cut any pony in half.

Nightdrive’s face suddenly changes, and the mood in the room immediately shifts. “You’re not goin’ alone, are you?”

Looking back at Willow, she had a concerned expression, that name seemed to strike some kind of nerve. Then, I turned my attention back to Nightdrive. “I was told to by a Rusteater, name of Chocolate Pennyroyal. Or… Chopper.”

The white pegasus’ face drops, like I could physically see her heart slam into her belly like a defunct elevator. “The fucking Raider Prince?? Bullshit. There’s no way in hell you met him, face to face, and lived.”

“He… saved me, from Fiends.” I explain.

Nightdrive and Willow look at one another, and at once, a single thought passes between them. The pegasus grabs a saddlebag, rooting through it. “I… can’t go with you. Especially not to Whinnyapolis. Fuck that place. It’s an absolute hellhole. But I can give you something that’ll help. And also a piece of advice for your route.”

“I’m going with you though.” Willow interjects.

“Wh-? Seriously?” I snap my head back to the unicorn, my brows creating a dark fold on my forehead.

“Cake, I watched you huff the radiation out of a fusion core like gasoline fumes. I’m coming with you.” Willow comments. “If you’ve got something like that going for you, there’s gotta be other talents you have that I’ve yet to see. Plus, you… seem sweet.” She hesitates for a moment between her words. Oddly, she hasn’t done that until now.

Looking down at the floor for a moment, I nodded a little bit. I didn’t expect to be leaving this place with company, especially not with somepony like Willow. “Alright. What’s your tip?”

Pulling something out from her bag, she shows it off to me. A small device in a leather pouch, a single dial and light on the top. “Stealth-Buck. Made it for a Fiend who paid me out the nose in gold teeth. She hasn’t swung by to pick it up, so, it’s yours. It draws on magical output for power, turns you invisible when you twist the dial.” She lets out a snicker. “She liked getting up close with her shotgun. Real personal.”

A shiver strikes my spine like a lightning bolt. There’s no way she was talking about the same Fiend I was thinking of. “This Fiend. Was she a unicorn? Fiery orange magic? Black spiky armor?”

“Actually, yes!” She enthusiastically replies. Then, her mood shifts. “Wait, have you seen her?”

Sighing, I showed off my flank, which was now completely healed. Shocking even me. There was very little scarring, you could barely even tell. “Hmmm… my wounds were more obvious before. Let’s just say I had a pretty up close encounter with her. One she personally lost. Thanks to Chopper.”

“No shit…” she hoofs over the Stealth-Buck, “so this rightfully is yours. Good luck, Cake. There’s a shortcut between here and Whinnyapolis. A creek, called The Blackwater.” She holds up a hoof, pointing at me, “Watch out, though. There’s a clan of Raiders in that territory.”

“Death Heads.” Willow inserts herself, stepping in. “Darkness-worshipping cultists. Hopefully we don’t get caught up in their business.”

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About Rafayel ❤️

Mainly things i gathered from the mini conversation we got from the miracle voyage event mixed with my thoughts 🫶🏻

*we* is used to refer to us the readers/players, hope you don't find that weird 😗

The word "home" is a person to him, He believes that we are his home

We are his most important thing, will take us along with his painting tools and canvases

He pays attention to what we like when we go out and keeps them in mind

Will buy us those things just because we liked them, *also let's not forget the knowledge he has and how smart he is in general, like knowing about the flower here and the different languages he speaks that was mentioned in one of his memories, my boi is so smart and well educated 💕*

He enjoys listening to our silly thoughts and memories, *Will add his artistic vision to the topics and might get inspired by that*

Would never get mad at us, even if we happened to ruin one of his paintings by mistake, aka the most important thing to him. *i think he will call it a happy accident*

He will sign our names on it *our special art collab 🫶🏻*

*i just know that he would be the greenest flag when it comes to him teaching / doing art with us, i think that he would be so open-minded and extremely supportive to the point of even if we paint/draw nothing but one chicken scratched line or a blob of paint, he will appreciate and treasure it, will also use his creative artistic vision to explain how that one line/blob of color "is not only just a one line/blob of color it's way more than that, it's unique because it was created by you"*

He got a little red fish called reddie, he's so caring of it, got a starfish to keep the little fish company *he also makes sure that the fish tank feels like home to them*

We are his comfort person, He feels better when we are around him. Our morning texts makes him feel happier

That's all, thank you for coming to my ted talk and feel free to add your own thoughts 🫂💕, now i gotta go and bawl my eyes a little because this man is so perfect 😭❤️