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hazelhavoc · 2 years ago

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Should I upload my OC's on here? As well as my art of them? *strokes chin thoughtfully*

I have no idea how to make like- subposts for Tumblr. Maybe I'll look it up and learn a bit. I don't want my posts to be all over the damn place, especially if I'm doing stuff for my OC's. :]

Besides- I have a LOT and I wanna do stuff with them so badly.

-Transformer OC's. Yes. I am currently interested in Transformers so...

Perhaps when I upload my OC's, you can ask them stuff!

Or maybe I should do it here. Yeah, ima do it here.

I will have bigger descriptions of them when we DM or talk- and I share them. Haha

TW// This will have dark themes. I won't go into detail, but I'm just warning you. It's just mentioned though.

Neutral OC's (Can be added to)

Atomsplitter - Neutral - Mech

Age: 20 million years old

Profession (in his opinion) - Quantum Physician/Researcher and Experimenter

Alt-Mode: Quantum X Hover Craft/Jet, he upgraded himself.

Before the war he left, so he only knows about it due to intercommunication chatter. Very disconnected from his planet, since the Functionalists tried to put him in a job he didn't want. Plus, they feared his genius processor. Basically, he has his own ship he made himself and explores just like how Cyberyronian's used to do!

~•~

Fyri - Neutral - Mech

Age: 8 million years

Profession - Organic Researcher / Explorer

Alt-Mode: Small, sleek four wheeler (pays mind to his symbiotic friend on his body so he doesn't crush it)

He's also keeping on that the current Cybertron has abandoned, traditional Cybertronian's would explore the stars and new worlds. He's an expert in organics, and maps the cosmos! Returning to planets if a long time has planned. He is also friends with Atomsplitter, they have a private comm but they aren't super close. Just fellow Neutrals- he found out about Cybertron and the war when he returned to see his Sire. Coming back to a dead planet.

~•~

Vaikus - Neutral - Femme

Age: 14 million years

Profession - Star mapper, cultural researcher, sort of fucked up in the head because of what the Senate did to her previously. She's an artist as well.

Alt-Mode: Two Wheeler, more of a hover bike.

Basically, the Senate decided to try and mess with her processor. Just to see if they could manipulate her into doing what they want. Sort of like shadowplay, but it was a failed attempt. Instead of removing her emotions, they amplified them to an extreme and she ended up escaping. She ended up leaving Cybertron, unable to handle being trapped on that planet. Not to mention, being discovered again? Primus no, she didn't want that. Ended up coming up with a type of personal medicine for herself, Supressers. Helping with the overwhelming feelings she has, but it can be a huge problem even when said medicine is in affect.

She wants to be normal again, and not feel so overwhelmed all the time.

~•~

Paradox - Neutral but hostile - Femme

Age: 27 million years

Before the war:

Spacebridge Engineer, Top Medical Officer on her space station, Biomechanical Scientist

During the war:

All the same, but now a loose canon, Weapon Specialist and Inventor is added to her list

She started out humbly, a dreamer, though she's quite prideful of all that she's accomplished. Never loosing tha curious spark that made her who she is today. Having a Sire and Creator who were especially pressuring- given they were both elite scientists.

Alt-Mode - Triple Changer:

A four wheeler with modifications done to herself. A jet that's also been modified. Both are lightweight but she made it so her armor can absorb blaster fire for a short time and make a shield around her if need be.

Paradox didn't turn out snobby per say, though she did develop a god-complex early on, which hides an inferiority complex. Confident until she 'fail', and then she doesn't act like herself after everything. Her Sire and Creator didn't help in this regard. Being viewed as a perfect femme, and being expected to be a perfect femme, and high expectations to meet. She did meet them.

She improved upon technology.

Paradox was smart, having an overly developed processor that could store more information than most, and calculate faster as well. Getting top marks in the Crystal City Science Institute. She was one of the ones that new AtomSplitter before he left Cybertron to do his own research. Treated him sort of like a brother, but not really at the same time. He was one of the only ones that can actually challenge her.

Paradox isn't emotionless. No, she shows emotions. Not her real ones though. Keeping up appearances is what she's skilled at other than her gifted processor and calculations. All thanks to the wrong bots around her, she has to be seen as perfect and successful or she'll break down. Having such weight on her shoulders, especially when she was younger just made her mentality worse. Whenever she failed, she'd be seen as a failure. It's as if she's been stripped of her purpose- needing to prove herself all over again.

He left.

And she never got close to anyone again. Finding that the pain of watching someone leave was too great. Keeping herself only barely at arms length, so nobody tries to get any closer.

So when the war started, she was already on a seperate space station with a ground bridge. Only able to watch as war rampaged through the planet. Now even more hangs on her shoulders. All the mechs and some femmes in the space station she needs to take care of. On one servo she revels in the control- of course taking care of the Cybertronian's to the utmost of her ability. On the other servo, her mental state has become distressingly fragile. Outbursts becoming more common, but Paradox tries to make it up to whoever it was aimed at.

Sadly, taking care of an entire space station has it's own cons. Of course she knew they would starve, or others would take themselves out due to the war raging on the surface of Cybertron. Or even join the war by leaving the space station. Due to most leaving, and others going offline around her, she was left alone. Only able to live off the excess inner-most energon and going down by herself to grab energon. Slowly becoming more inclined to make weapons, defenses, tighter security, and guard the space bridge. Never turning it on- it costs much energon. Thanks to the stress of the war, she ended up using herself as a way to improve technology. Weapons, inventions, and others becoming her solace in this mostly empty station.

~•~

Outbreak - Non-Aligned (Neutral) - Mech

Age: 30-35 million years

Before the war:

Graduated from Vos' medical academy at the top of his class. Became quite renowned for his medical expertise, as well as finding antidotes for diseases and plagues.

During the war:

Was sent to Garrus-9 after being found to harbor and make new viruses, unleash them on a small populous and then take the sick to 'cure' them- when in actuality it's an excuse to make new viruses.

Escaped containment after releasing a deadly pathogen that caused delirium and paralysis soon after. It wasn't fatal, thankfully.

Alt-Mode:

A bulkier medical type but he asked Paradox, an acquaintance and lone experimental scientist to give him a new frame. She did. He's a Cybertronian jet.

His love for it slowly turned to obsession though, but he wasn't crazy of course. Being pressured by higher caste systems, and watching as Cybertron slowly fell into a deep void of problems. He got more and more holed up in his offices. More private. More secretive. Even when he returned to help the medical field in higher caste systems, he never spent too much time there.

He found the medical field fascinating when he first started and was given his role. Especially smaller living organisms that can't be seen with the naked optic. Saving lives and studying pathogens was his life. He enjoyed it, was in awe of how life can go on even when so many dangerous things can form from a single mixup in chemicals, or just rapidly evolve. Outbreak didn't mind the slight gritty work of handling outbreaks, he enjoyed it and making solutions too.

Nor was he greedy for fame, he went out of his way to go to the lower caste systems and open small medical facilities to help.

He was eventually caught…Autobots caught him when they were doing a review of his facilities in lower Iacon. Outbreak can admit that it was foolish of him to think they'd overlook a switch into the lower levels especially after a small outbreak suddenly rose and he miraculously cured it before it could get worse. Arrested during the war, being seen as guilty of 1st Degree Murder, Genocide (but not of a specific group, who he experimented on and used was very diverse), Illegal Weaponization of Diseases and Pathogens, and the Production of Deadly Diseases, and Kidnapping. Not to mention planning to spread the disease.

Slowly, Outbreak started to experiment with different diseases, viruses, ect. Having a perfect way to hide it all, and take fresh corpses to see what would happen. The living were slowly taken though, most that were sick. He was…calm but excited, maybe he can make some type of undetectable disease? He agreed with the Decepticon's for the most part but they were slowly becoming hostile. Not to mention, the growing tension between factions. It put a strain on his work since he didn't particularly lean into any other side. Outbreak never pleaded Insanity, because he was always in his right mind. Sure, he was a bit obsessed with making new deadly pathogens, but he did intend to always have a cure on hand if it happened to break out. Excluding all the deadly, specific airborne diseases he made for different frame types and the like- just in case he needed to kill any.

He was sent to Garrus-9 during the war. Even when he tried to convince some of the Enforcers that the diseases he made can improve their immunity. It wasn't in desperation though.

He's intelligent and calm, a bit obsessed with his experiments but overall very reliable if you trust him. Even in G-9, Outbreak was cooperative even in the lower level he was put in. A bit above Maximum Security, but not taken lightly either. Maybe he went a big stir crazy, but not enough to be considering unstable. Wings aching for flight, he never mentioned anything about compartments in his frame that have small vials of specific diseases he made.

Upon serving his sentence here in this very fortified cell. Outbreak was relatively quiet. Silently working out a plan to escape. Even as Autobots and Decepticon's alike came in from the war.

~•~

Tempest - Predacon - Femme ("Aligned with a side" is complicated since she is very morally grey- will take the best route to survive)

Not necessarily part of the Predacon's.

Age - ??? (Pretty damn old but doesn't look it)

Before the war -

She was from The Underworld and part of the Acid Wastes, but went to the Sea of Rust. Very clever and intelligent, so she is interested in other species and her own kind. Though, she can be quite violent if she's pissed off so she's a big fighter when that happens.

During the war -

She is very critical of which side she should help. Tempest isn't particularly keen on either one of them- but helps the Autobots the most. They treat her well, and (most) don't seem scared of her. ~~Very unpredictable when given survival is top priority in dangerous situations~~

(Also because the Decepticon's tried to force her to join them near the beginning of the war.)

Alt-Mode -

Simply put, she is a four legged dragon. She is rather large in her dragon form, but not as tall as Megatron or Optimus in her bipedal mode. Very compact.

(She is light and dark grey, with yellow accents, hints of luminescent blue and green, and some black. The middle of her chassis, under her protoform, it glows a blue when she's charging up her fire. Her optics are a yellow and blue color. Blue takes over all of her optics when she's in dragon mode or using her flames.)

Knows Primal Vernacular and fluent in it, but can speak well in the common tongue. She has an accent because of it though. Also speaks an ancient language that most likely was used by her species.

Tempest has been around for a long time. The dragon doesn't mind how long she's lived, and barely remembers her days as a sparkling given how long it's been. (She has vivid memories of the disaster that took her parents away though.) Witnessing different wars through the eras- she is grateful to still be online. She never had a strong opinion on the Senate since she stayed away from most civilizations. What interests her are the places that many of the populous don't occupy.

She likes her solitude, and can survive well off on her own. Though, there has been times she's assisted bots in different regions of Cybertron. Saving them from offlining.

Strangely, she acts quite noble despite her slightly...unhinged nature. Tempest has been alone for quite a long time. Most of the friends she made along the way, end up dying even when she saves them or tries to help them. She thinks fate might have something against her because of her misfortune. That's why she has strong survival instincts but also...

Heavy survivors guilt. It's a real push and pull mental turmoil in her processor. Especially counting that disaster that took her Carrier and Creator away from her.

Throughout the many millennia, she hasn't had a clear consciousness and it only got worse when she gained someone and then lost them.

Ignorant individuals think she is dumb as well, even when she is not. It's irritating to her, and really put you on her bad side.

Tempest has a strong sense of loyalty. Especially if she puts her trust in someone. Socially inept but relatively friendly. Can act quite animal-like when she trusts her surroundings or someone. (Sorta like a dog in a way but it's a dragon lol.)

If her loyalty is broken by someone she trusts, then that person better wish they never angered her.

She has great fighting capabilities, but can can get a bit too into it. It's a Primal way of acting for her but it's natural to gain complete victory in battle. Though, if she's in a blind rage, you better get the hell away from her general vicinity.

Uses blue, scorching flames to fry/melt her opponents. She can condense the flames to turn white but it can also harm her if used for too long. They are very dangerous.

Tempest may act animalistic at times. Acting like an actual dragon, and exhibiting actual animal like traits. Depending on the person, this can be dangerous or fairly harmless.

~•~

Autobot OC's (Can be added to)

Glint - Mini-bot - Femme

Age: 16 million years

Alt-Mode: Cybertronian hovercraft, four wings and six thrusters. Can also float in the air with careful control of her thrusters on her pedes.

Occupation before the War:

-Air control for landings, messenger relay, weather surveyor

Occupation during the war:

-Flyer, messenger, investigator, tracker, assistant to Prowl, logistics officer, documenter

Glint, as well as other mini's, we're never that well respected. It was fortunate she got a good job, especially in Iacon, but that didn't mean other bots didn't treat her any less shitty. Her boss was an aft, and trying right live as best as she can even when she knew she was getting paid less shanix then everyone else. Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Jetfire treated her with respect at least, but that didn't last when the war started. It was frightening for her. Joining the Autobots was one of the best decisions she ever made though! (Even if some of them looked down on her.)

~•~

Sova - Beastformer - Autobot (doesn't have the insignia though) - Mech

(Red rings in his optics indicate hostility/warning/fear. Usually he has normal, wide golden optics.)

Age: 9 million years

Occupation before the war: Lived near an abandoned area once. Was then taken from his home, treated as a 'pet' and like a lesser being. Had to learn on his own but was either punished for it, or ignored.

Occupation in war: Information gatherer (sometimes), he doesn't like leaving Rung and Ratchet alone nor does he like to worry anyone. He does it to be on look out so he can protect others.

Alt-Mode:

His beastform is a giant owl, armored and talons sharp. His wings and tail are naturally razor sharp, he can cut through most things. He can move fast, quiet, and swift. He prefers not to talk but will if he needs to.

Before the war be always liked to help others but thanks to him being a "beast" he never had that much of a home or job. He didn't know how to handle his emotions, he never learned from anyone. He does feel things but he never expresses or shows it, all he does is have a stoic face. Although, despite this he was taken from his home and into Iacon by some snobby mech. Of course, Sova didn't know how to show gratitude or fear. He felt warm, but that went down the drain fast when he was treated like he wasn't some sentient being. He didn't have much of a choose and stayed with the mech, even through the abuse, mental, physical, and sexual (mainly by a 'medic'). Thankfully, he was rescued by Ratchet when the bombing from the Decepticon's started.

~•~

Breeze - Dinobot - Femme

Age: 25 million years (probably older)

Before the war:

Was part of Primal Vanguard- and well versed in stealth tactics, has high medical experience. Was paired up with Grimlock and Slag. (Much to her dissatisfaction)

During the war:

Still part of the Dinobots! Medical officer in the group, stealth officer.

Prefers not to fight, but can be a ruthless killer if the need arises.

Alt-Mode:

Was a regular four-wheeler before, but was forcefully given a Achillobator alt-mode. (Dark green, red, and light grey with yellow optics)

With one look of her, one wouldn't expect her to be so violent when she's fighting. Sweet, but reserved. Even a bit prideful when it comes to her skills. Consequently, she doesn't like listening to orders from Ultra Magnus, Prowl, or Optimus Prime, even Grimlock sometimes! This was amplified when she got her Achillobator alt-form. Though naturally falling into a pack, she can be troublesome if she wants to deal with something herself.

Because of this, she likes the Wreckers quite a bit, but ultimately always returns to her designated group.

Breeze eventually comes to like her fellow Dinobots, though it takes a while for her to come around.

~•~

Lucidity - Insecticon - Autobot - Femme

Age - 26 million years old

Before the war - Taken away from her home just for being curious of the beauty of Praxus at night. Taken in by the higher power and wealthy and made into an entertainer for them. Also a beautiful singer, she is pretty famous in high society.

During the war -

Medic (but is also in Special Operations under Jazz)

Outlier - Psychosis

-Certain sounds cause a paralyzing effect, most of them others can't hear.

-Patterns she displays in her optics and wings have a hypnosis effect. She has compound optics, multiple lens in her optics, so it's extremely effective.

-If she wants to, she can dispel micro particles that can invade someones mind and cause a euphoric reaction. In reality, this decommissions any motor functions if overused/inhaled too much.

-Can blend into her surroundings in her alt-mode.

Alt - Mode:

A beautiful butterfly. She has six legs in this form, and can fly silently.

In her bipedal mode, she has four arms and to legs.

(Purple and blue optics, plating is white, light purple, dark blue, and some hints of black. Can change her biolight's color naturally)

Extremely beautiful and was taken by the higher ups in Praxus because of her beauty, effects on others processors, and the "entertainer" factor. Her singing was hypnotic in every way. All her pattern like movements that were reserved for personal performances. Used as a pillar of release, lies, distractions, and entertainment. Many on the lower levels believe her to be snobby, rich, and pampered. In actuality, she was being controlled fully by her "managers". Unable to ask for help, or get away. Lucidity has tried many times to leave her captors but after many tries…she learned that she was trapped. Stopping herself from escaping now that she's in this position.

Inspired by:

Grimes - REALiTi (Voice sounds like this)

Grimes - Shinigami Eyes

Villain - Bella Poarch

YOASOBI - Idol「アイドル」

In time, trying desperately to enjoy it and find some kind of purpose from it. Even so, she was naturally very private and sweet- and doesn't do well with lot's of attention. Even so, during many private performances she tries to endure it even when it caused great damage to her mind. Especially her natural power being used to gain highs. But she learned that if she controlled it enough, they'd be high but not too much to notice they are paralyzed. Even so- there was a restriction placed on her abilities so it didn't matter in the end.

Aside from being used as some stress reliever/tool, she found some kind of happiness in singing and making others happy. All the personal finances she got in Shanix, was mostly pushed towards charities anonymously with enough for her to get by (and keeping it under the radar from her captors). Sure, she was being used for deed that made her want to cry but at least she could help those in need.

Lucidity can't help but feel alone and not real, like she's in some kind of pocket dimension that forced her to be a puppet for others entertainment.

There are times when she has identity crisis'. It was more common earlier in her "career" because of all of the drastic changes and struggling to come to terms with her situation.

What's more common now is her derealization. Often happening when she is brought in for meetings, being lectured by her superiors, or being alone with her "clients" (corrupt enforcers, her managers, ect). There are often times when she wakes up sore but alone.

Alone.

They never got to try and find where she went, given the Decepticon threat and leaving the safety of Praxus would mean going on Decepticon territory.

There was a change. A chance.

One night, after one of her performances. Nobody was there to take her back to her suite, only a way to leave the life she had. A chance to get someone- anyone's help. There were shackles on her as she ran out of the building and into the empty streets. So she escaped. Her captors never thought to put a tracker on her. They couldn't do that- given her stardom. Maybe that was a blessing in disguise?

Lucidity joined the Autobot's, believing it to be a safe haven. Somewhere she can stay away from Praxus and any other city for that matter. Having no idea what any other cities would try and do to her.

And it was. It was more than what she could ask for. But with a war on the horizon, she couldn't continue with what she was doing before. It was all she knew anymore- so she was lost for a while. Still experiencing what it was like to fade in and out of reality.

It became another occupation of hers that she enjoyed just as much as being a medic. Efficient in silent takedowns and flooding a battlefield beforehand with her "pollen" like particles, or Decepticon bases with it. She killed others only when necessary. Her abilities were extremely useful when cornered too.

But she did find a purpose. Being able to access more information, and being given suggestions on what to do from others around her. She became a medic at first, enjoying the feeling of helping others and trying to get over her fears of touching others. The use of her four arms and servos came in handy.

Her quiet entrances, use of her abilities to numb patients minds to pain naturally, and overall mask on her faceplate. Well- it didn't go unnoticed by Jazz and others in the stealth division.

But…there was always a part of her that felt like she was wearing a mask always. Sweet and perky, even alluring at times. How she'd been "trained". She wishes she'd have someone to see her real self. Wishing she'd have a place to be comfortable, and to open up to someone. Get rid of the disgusting itch phantom touches, aches, and nightmares she experiences constantly. For now, she keeps it all inside. Too afraid to take off the mask she's always had on. Even if others think of her as ignorant (she's far from it).

~•~

Stutterbolt - Autobot - Femme

Age: 10 million years

Alt-mode:

Racecar hovercraft that floats. She won't get rid of it even if the others insist. She's attached to her Cybertronian vehicle mode.

Outlier(?): Has fits of exhilarating electricity that speed her up in short bursts. Even when she's in her bipedal mode.

15 foot femme

Before the war: Racer, went to an academy in Iacon and visited Kaon to watch the gladiator's fight

During the war: Backup, sniper, messenger. Actually rather good at spying.

Having been from Velocitron, otherwise known as the Speed Planet, it's quite obvious how she acts. She doesn't speak fast like Blurr, but she can be rather antsy if she sits still for too long. Sleek and smooth, she is able to cut through wind like a missile. Finding obvious enjoyment when she is able to fulfill that racers spirit of hers. When she first joined the Autobots, she had to climb the ranks like others. But she was quickly noticed for her speed and sharp optics. Ending up being pulled aside to be tested for her abilities by Optimus and Ultra Magnus. With her sharp eyes, it was obvious she had amazing capabilities for long distant combat. Her speed was no joke, and finding her abilities even more useful, she was put into combat after training to get her abilities at least somewhat combat worthy. Sadly, thanks to an incident with being raided by Decepticon troops, she was badly injured on the helm and on her left shoulder plating. Stutterbolt managed to drag herself to the comms room when the Decepticon's left after their raid. Calling for medics at the outpost.

Having taken heavy damage, she was never able to fully recover. Still having sharp senses, she was able to fight. She stutters more often, and has dull pains, and sometimes forgets things but she's an otherwise capable soldier.

~•~

Hyperdose - Autobot - Mech

Age: 12 million years

Occupation before the war:

Was an entertainer from Praxus but ended up being moved to Kaon when they found no use for him anymore

Occupation in the war:

Was seriously injured in the early starts of the war thanks to the Decepticons finding out he's joining the Autobots. He's a bit of a Communication's Officer, as well as an entertainer on the side since some bots need some positive.

Alt-Mode:

He turns into a Cybertronian high frequency speaker and recorder

Instruments he can play:

Erhu, Guzheng, Violin, Kalimba, Harp, and Electric bass. Obviously his voice too.

Hyperdose can be defined as several different things.

-The Blind entertainer that knows his way around several traditional cybertronian instruments

-Great at communication, social and war related

-Surprisingly great at being sneaky, and can be used as a device to tell where enemies are on a stealth mission

Hyperdose was a great entertainer. A bar in Praxus, made a steady income of shanix, and had perfect pitch. Maybe too perfect, and his audials could hear the drop of a pin easily from the other side of the bar while there's quiet murmuring. Either way, bots of all kinds enjoyed him and his music. The entertainment days came to a halt when the higher up that held power over his district said he's being sent down to Kaon. It was a sudden move, and he couldn't do anything about it. He tried to be hopeful, maybe he can light up their lives a bit? It would be nice to have some soft music to take the edge as you relax with your engex. It was...eventful, to say the least. Several very overcharged mechs came onto him, which he politely denied. (Some had to be taken out due to not accepting his declines.) And there were plenty of fights. Fights that he tried to stop sometimes but ended up getting in the way.

When the revolution started, he wasn't on any side but he leaned Decepticon. Agreeing that the lower caste should be treated fairly. But once the civilian casualties started? Well...

That's when he became fearful for his own spark.

Who could blame him when he decided to leave to join the Autobots? Believing that a gradual change would be good for everyone, as well as defending civilians that had nothing to do with this war? Quite a couple Decepticon's blamed him. They assaulted him, leading to his optics being ripped out and getting absolutely pummeled. Not dead though. He dragged himself to someone who could help, fortunately there was a bit who did.

~•~

Staticflame - Autobot - Mech

Age: 12 million years

Occupation before the war:

A doctor and scientific researcher.

Occupation after the war:

More of a crazed soldier after his sparkmate was killed on the battlefield. He couldn't save him. It drove his already stressed mental state to the brink. He can still perform medical, but that's not a good idea because of the PTSD he has.

Alt-Mode: Slim frame, a two wheeler that's more for quickly getting around the field instead of transport. Can hover as well.

He had a sparkmate by the name of Rainstrider. Both Staticflame and Rainstrider knew each other from just small sparklings. They became Conjunx Endura once they were assigned their jobs. They're both from Iacon. Rainstrider was a four wheeler and had a better frame for fighting, so he joined the enforcers. Thanks to this, Staticflame excelled in the medical field, inspired to help heal. As well as keep his sparkmate in good health. The tension between the Senate, Autobots, and newly named Decepticon's became apparent when the first civilian attacks happened. It was breaking down into civil war. So, Staticflame followed with Rainstrider into the Autobot ranks. Getting acquainted with Ratchet, First Aid, Perceptor, and among other Autobots.

Staticflame didn't like seeing his sparkmate getting hurt so badly, but it made him proud that he was so strong. The proudness turned to horrible pain when he was sent as a field medic during a skirmish between the Autobots and Decepticon. It was the brutality he saw that scared him, trying to stabilize as many as he can on the field. To hide them behind rubble and broken buildings.

Rainstrider was in this battle, having to retreat. Staticflame truly thought that he was going to get out without any heartache. So when he was grabbed and covered by his sparkmate, only to watch as an explosion went off right where they were standing. Skidding across the ground, he half thought he was hallucinating in the disorienting atmosphere when Rainstrider was shot in the spark chamber by a Decepticon soldier. The bot probably thought Staticflame died since he flew off, but that's far from the truth. The next moments were terrible.

So much energon, it covered the ground and his servos. Crying lubricant, sore all over but ignoring his own pain to try and save his lover. All the stress of this war, it was his breaking point. Trying to keep his servos steady, his own spark chamber aching. Rainstrider only held Staticflame as he went offline. Even through the agony of having his Conjunx ripped from him, he continued to try and revive him. Anything. That never happened though. So he vowed revenge against the Decepticon's. Becoming more of a brutal soldier, a warm criminal. No longer a medic (too much PTSD, he doubts his skills heavily).

~•~

Codeburst - Autobot? Grey Area/Leaning Neutral - Mech

Age: 14 million years

Occupation before the war:

[Redacted]

(High Ranking code breaker for the Senate but nobody needs to know he manipulated the information given to the public, as well as an ex-criminal; nobody but him knows this though)

Occupation during the war:

Hacker, information gathering, [Redacted]

Alt-Mode:

Small four wheeler, with modified wheels that can hover for a short time.

Not many know who he was before the war. It feels like it's all been deleted or wiped. He wears a screen over his face, and makes expressions through that even if he's almost always seen being a statue. He has a small build, but is quite fast. Great at sneak attacks...like he's done them before.

Codeburst can talk.

It's quiet and methodical, his speech can be slow sometimes. Thinking about his every word, as if he'll get punished for saying something wrong.

~•~

Cluster - was a Decepticon first, then an Autobot, but later forced into being a Decepticon once more - Femme

Age: 9 million years old

Occupation before the war:

Was a psychiatrist and writer in the higher caste system, but chose to go to Kaon and continue work there because she saw what the caste system was doing. Also to give some type of therapy to bots down there.

Occupation during the war:

Psychiatrist, Historian/Archivist. Even for the Decepticon's, she is one. Can fight, but not the best at it.

Alt-mode:

Small drone form. Thin wings aimed down.

White, blue, and pinkish red

White optics

During Cybertron's Golden Age, she was given a high education thanks to her Creator's influence despite her having an aerial alt mode. Having an excellent mind for small detailed, and reading other Cybertronian's moods and body language early one. She was given the job of being a psychologist. Though, she more so wanted to be a writer thanks to her imaginative processor. Sadly, she couldn't voice this. Not wanting to give her Creator a bad reputation, but also being quite scared what others will do to her if she were to voice her opinion.

So she took up the job.

Despite her not really wanting the job, she actually grew to like it somewhat since she was able to help others processors.

It grew increasingly irritating though when other bots clogged her schedule up with problems that aren't traumatic. Like she's someone to come to to get advice on a disobedient sparkling. Also noting the discontent and unrest in the less fortunate parts of Cybertron.

~•~

Fizz - Autobot - Mech

Age - 21 Million Years

Before the War -

Has always been a space ship engineer. Admires Atomsplitter even after he left the planet, and tries to follow in his pedesteps. Admires Perceptor too!

During the War -

Space Engineer and helped make the Ark. At first, he was very nervous around the other scientists. They are knowledgeable, and intimidate him- but he's always admired them. So when he was asked to help make the Ark and make upgrades to existing ships- well, he was just ecstatic!

Alt-Mode - A Cybertronian Hovercraft. Make modifications to his thrusters and wings during the war with Brainstorm's help. (May have gotten a weapon upgrade too just in case.)

A dark blue and white, his optics are white.

With so much dedication and thought put into his work- is he confident? No. He's been talked down many times by his superiors. Sure, he knows he can do it but there is also that knawing in the back of his mind that if he messes up, its all over. He worries for his abilities, and strives to be perfect. Fizz is a perfectionist, but to a fault- having serious issues with failure. He can take constructive criticism, but if he's insulted or just rudely told his design is flawed? Well, he won't show it but it'll all bubble under the surface. He'll fidget, and laugh it off but when he's alone there is a 50/50 chance of what he'll do.

Fizz was always fanatical about large ships, especially ones used in the Exploration Era of Cybertron. Admires all kinds of designs, but one day wishes to make his very own ship. That's why he admired Atomsplitter. He was confident enough to make his own ship in secret, and then leave to take part in his own experiments in deep space!

Now see, Fizz isn't that confident. Sure, he's intelligent at what he does, and nobody can beat his expert craftsmanship when it comes to handling spaceships he's been commissioned. When he gets to work, he can really hyperfixate on the thing unless someone pulls him away to refuel.

The fear of failure and yearning for praise has mainly to do with his Carrier, who criticized every little thing he did until he didn't get as many comments about it. It was also partly because of his employer's, he rarely got much credit because of the company he worked for. It didn't help that his own framing was discriminated against and hated. But when he was given praise, or others acknowledged him, he'd be ecstatic. Work harder. Better.

Lock himself in his habsuit and let the negativity consume him.

Or he'll slave away with no rest, to make what was wrong with the craft as perfect as it can be. As strong as it can be.

Of course, the war had to start when he was being recognized for his work a bit more.

There was no way he was going to let them get the upper hand. Sadly, he doesn't know how to fight very well. Sure, he has blasters installed but he freezes up when there is a threat. That has resulted in his capture once…being forced to work for the Decepticon's was NOT fun. How would it? It was terrifying, the harm brought to him did a number to his nerves- not to mention his already race of acknowledgement and praise. Abused with both words and frame.

All that recognition hit him right in the face. Being targeted by Decepticon's, Autobot's, and Neutral's alike…

Fizz joined the Autobot's since he knew killing makes his spark weak. A more peaceful solution to functionalism is way better, right? Let the ones responsible accountable in a court. Sadly, that never happened. But this is a place he felt somewhat welcomed. Able to work, and be given some sort or positive reinforcement by his peers. Though, the weight of responsibility in making ships with weapons- and having to make sure they don't fall apart. Plus, the Decepticon's were trying to win a race to more advanced machinery.

~•~

He'd get rescused by the Autobot's eventually. He was forever changed.

Fizz still had wide-eyed admiration for his peers, excitalable curiosity, and motivation for his work. But there was a much more…fragile vulnerability to his mental state. Hyper aware of mistakes he'd make. As well as being extremely scared of those that may get angry at him, or frustrated. The hyperfixation became more like escapism for him when working on his ships.

Other than that, and war trauma, he's always been quite cute and quiet- but happily talks about the ingenuity of ships and detailed explanations of his creations. He's just more hyper-aware now and has an even deeper fear of failure now (given that when he purposefully messed up stuff fornthe Decepticon's he'd get punished).

Fizz is gentle by nature and not very socially aware. He's kind of socially inept (but not as much as Atomsplitter).

Decepticon OC's (Can be added to)

Blight - Mini-con - Mech

Age: 13 million years

Before the War: Doctor

During the War: Poison / Chemical / Toxin Specialist

Before the war, he always had an interest with mixing chemicals, and making different liquids. Already being a doctor though, he had to do this privately, in how own time. He's not crazy enough to go around where he works, flaunting dangerous substances.

There was also the case with his...Master. Abused heavily, and manipulated by said mech, he didn't live much of a great existence. Even if he was a doctor, a mini no less! It was not enough even for that bastard of a mech. Not to mention the inequality and mistreatment even when doing his job- it really fucked with his processor. Photographic memory really is a blessing and a curse. Even before the war, he went through harsh treatment. Especially with other mechs, he was necessarily a servant of any kind. He was cornered once, and it went off from there. It's very personal and I won't put any details. Let's just say it's what his PTSD revolves around (as well as his Master). He didn't have his phobia back then either.

He, of course, like other bots, attended speeches that Megatronous did. He mostly listened to them over speakers as he had a break from his doctor duties, or in his free time at his home. Especially behind it for the equality because of how many Minibot's are discriminated against.

The short version; when the war broke out, he got traumatized as a field medic + having PTSD from what has happened to him in life? He doesn't like when others touched him, and decided to become an expert in all things toxic, chemical, and poisonous.

~•~

Apantesis - Insecticon (Sort of Neutral) - Femme

Age: 16 million years old? Perhaps older, nobody knows.

Occupation before the war:

Was guarding energon ley lines from any strange creatures, as well as helping keep the lines clean. Only popped out a couple of times to try and look at the shining bright light that came through the cracks in Cybertron

Occupation during the war:

Wouldn't really consider herself on any side, having been discovered by Decepicon's down below in the caverns of Cybertron. She doesn't like being a science experiment...

Perhaps you can count her as a scout.

Alt-Mode: A Cybertron's Moth. Around 15 foot, maybe 14 foot. Not that big! Her wings are around 20 foot when spread out though.

Ability/Outlier?

Hypnosis:

-Can control people by using her lovely wings

-Doesn't use it unless she's cornered or forced to

-Can also brighten her biolights until they're blinding, but that's just naturally something she can do.

She's been around for a long time. Maybe longer. It's obvious she knows Cybertron's caverns like the back of her servo, and takes care of it with loving ferver. It's her home, and she thinks the blue energon lines are absolutely beautiful. Vital for all of their survival. Along with other Incect-bots, she commanded a small hive.

Of course...she wouldn't consider herself a leader, but she was one of the few that was actually scentient and not in a Swarm Hive-Mind with them all. After all, she's checked above around before and has learned some basic language. Though, she speaks Insecti-bot and Primal Vernacular the best. Neocybex is a bit hard for her to learn, but she knows enough to understand it. Having trouble pronouncing, lisping most of her words. It was crucial to keep the energon lines safe lest their home deteriorate and all the other bots above die out. Apantesis notices immediately when she saw the energon was deteriorating. Primus, have mercy on us, is this really true? It was an increasing concern through the cycles. So she investigated.

Much to her horror, she found the above ground much more...dangerous. From what she can read in the modern language, a Civil War. Sadly, she was nabbed by Decepticon scientists, as well as some other Insecti-bots. Trying to reason with these new faceplates- Decepticons? The side that's very violent and wants a forceful revolution? Sadly, they didn't listen, subjecting her and the others that we're captured to experiments.

Cloning.

They weren't able to clone her, nor the others. Only a small sentient group came from her...she guesses. But they didn't look like her at all. The Decepticon's ended up with a lot of mindless Insecti...con drones.

Now? Apantesis keeps clear of the labs and even medical bays (needed to be out into stasis to even get repaired). Bombshell, Kickback, and Shrapnel are her friends. Dear to her. They are the first to be sentient like her, so she taught them her Insecti language, as well as Primal Vernacular (though they didn't get very good at it, they know a couple phrases though). Neocybex was their primary language, given to them by the scientist. Shockwave...she didn't like him. She actually hates him, and doesn't want to be near him.

She's more of a pacifist...killing only when she absolutely has to.

~•~

Highrange - Predacon - Femme

Age: 28 million years (probably older)

Before the war:

Was with Kup and the other Predacon's, learning how to fight. Original she was quite wild dangerous but now she's calm- almost too much. Following the others to the gladiatorial pits, enjoying that she can out her skills to the test and improve.

During the war:

Part of the Predacon's of course, an Assault Group. Though she'd calm and keeps the others from fighting too much, she can blow up easily. Loses herself in battle occasionally. Thank Primus Razorclaw is there.

Amazing tracker, as well as ambushing

Alt-Mode:

A large turbowolf (much bigger than a turbofox) (yellow, white, and red)

If anyone calls her a turbofox, they're getting mauled.

"When my denta tear out your voice box, call me a turbofox again! See where that gets you, a one way ticket to the All-Spark, that's what!"

Thanks to always being in a group, she's very much protective over her fellow Predacon's. Only trusting a select few outside of said group. Being the most distrustful and cautious around strangers. She's also highly territorial, so whatever she claims is hers, it is hers. The only ones she shares with is her team.

Thanks to Kup's training, she's learned to lessen her wild urges most of the time. Instead, channeling them into her fighting- it gets hard when outside of it if someone is threatening her though. What she doesn't appreciate is being underestimated, especially by bigger bots (which most are bigger than her). Sometimes her calm demeanor is overshadowed by predator anger and she used that to take down larger bots than her.

Complimenting her wolf like nature, she thrives in packs and therefore tries to take care of everyone. Usually checking if everyone is alright. Highrange is quite smart, giving input where input is needed when Razorclaw takes the lead.

~•~

Echostream - Decepticon - Beastformer - Mech

Age: 20 million years (probably older)

Before the war:

Stubbornly entered Praxus despite being given unfair judgement- subsequently gaining the interest of some Senators for his want to learn. Sadly, this resulting in his naivety getting manipulated.

During the war:

Recon, Ambushes, Escort, and infiltration

Underestimating this mech is what gets most bots killed. Whether it's joking or serious, he will not hesitate to strike you.

Alt-mode:

Large cybersnake, venomous of course. Similar to a king cobra. (White/red, black, and tan)

Having a strong sense of determination, he pushed himself into this foreign society despite the prejudice and disgust. It fueled him to change their minds. He could change into his bipedal mode, frustratingly- most mistakened him for a femme. He has a naturally slim build, given his alt-mode.

It was quite clear to him that Cybertron's non-beast like residents were struggling even from the outside. The Sea of Rust is where he lived previously, but he made it to Praxus through various different methods. Mainly traveling by himself, but hitching a ride where he could find it. It was even more apparent in his processor that the peaceful times probably wouldn't hold up when he got there. The bots there. They judged him before even getting to know him.

Treating him like some primitive animal. How could they live like this, not realizing what they do is hypocritical?

The Senate unfortunately took notice of the strange beastformer that waltzes into Praxus.

It couldn't have gone more wrong.

Being lured in with the promise of more grand knowledge, manipulating his hopeful nature to change what is happening.

Captured and sedated by that digitally masked mech, then handed to the Senate on a silver platter. They ran experiments on him, making his venom exceptionally more dangerous. Fascinated by how his own body could even produce these liquids. More than half his time there was spent half delirious and half numb. The pain didn't even feel like pain anymore. His sensors overloaded- they had tampered with those too. He's so sensitive now, each movement aches. Using his deadly venom for who knows what. Echostream hated them, and they underestimated his intelligence and will.

He mapped as much as he could of the place he was held in in between experiments. Thanks to his newly improved sensored (that still plauge him to this cycle) he could sense the movements of those even with his optics offline, and audials shut off. It was an inaite ability he always had and they just made it more deadly, as well as his venom.

So he executed his escape plan flawlessly when the Senate was too distracted with rising discourse.

Ending up in Kaon was not his intention. Being loyal to Megatron after many of his species was not his intention. Becoming part of his special forces was not something he expected- but to be treated as an equal. To be able to fight for a cause that didn't leave beastformers out- my, it made him feel joy.

It was excruciating.

Moving overwhelmed him but he didn't give it anymore thought then just getting away.

~•~

Tempjià - Decepticon - Mech

Triple Changer

Age: 18 million years

Profession during the war: Assassin and Intel Gatherer, can fight extremely well, takes dangerous missions as much as he can

Before the war: A criminal, torturer, killed off some bad bots and raided places under the wing of his Sire.

Alt-Mode(s):

Cybertronian Hover Jet Drone / Four Wheeler (both are silent)

Growing up in a more trashy part of Cybertron has it's downfalls. Kaon. Not having much of a childhood or friends caused him to grow up early on. Especially with a strict criminal mastermind of a Sire. It didn't take him long to realize how dangerous it is and how harsh the world can be.

He watched his Creator die at the hands of his Sire. His Sire teaching that not even he can be trusted. Although, still being taken care of by said parental figure. Tempjià never really had any close friends, they were always more like minions that listen to him. He never developed a superiority complex, more like being smart and strategic. Even against his own Sire. He learned from his Sire, took in techniques and training, killing. Becoming obsessive over his weapons and how the rush of murdering someone in cold blood-- err, energon, gave him a high. Sadly, he would get a bit soft over a mech that actually seemed to care for him when he joined Tempjià's gang, well his Sires.

His Sire never let Tempjià do anything fun, or get vulnerable. He was always on edge and sadistic, which in turn made Tempjià that way as well. But the mech was kind, and someone reliable. Tempjià, having no experience, quickly became infatuated with the bot. Albeit, secretly. They became involved after knowing each other for a long time, Tempjià growing more to be an independent. Although, his Sire made him do something that broke him, even before the war but close. Tempjià made a mistake, he showed love for someone. His Sire saw.

His Sire made him kill the mech he loved. That was...the first time Tempjià had cried. It was the first time in a while that he wanted to kill his Sire, to rip him to pieces. Although, as his lover died he said it wasn't Tempjià's fault and that he wishes he had more time to at least be even closer with Tempjià.

He killed his Sire that night. Tortured and then murdered in cold blood.

Tempjià still has a piece of his fallen love, he never really let go even though he knows he should, it's in his subspace. He's brutal now, more brutal than he was. He lost most of his morals when his lover died, but deep down maybe he still feels something. Nowadays, he is one of Megatron's elites, finding enjoyment in watching mechs die. Going on suicide missions with no sense of self-worth, but barely returning with a scratch. He may be small but he is "happy". Sometimes he can be gone for a long time, but others are always on edge around him. Especially Starscream, Megatron let's Tempjià have a couple hits on him sometimes.

~•~

Nighthawk - Decepticon - Mech

Age: 7 Million years

Profession(s):

Field Medic

Seeker

Assassin/Spy (sometimes)

Interrogator (half of the time)

He has always been a medic, even before the war. He liked helping others and healing them, although if he messed up he would really be in a state of panic. It was always easy to calm him down though. It's rather funny, since he worked on fixing up criminals. Maybe he was just too sympathetic to them, because he did a better job at talking to them and helping them, even with his shy nature. Surprisingly, he's good at handling serious people as well. Usually others would probably get annoyed quickly.

Sometimes he was found indulging in the speeches that Megatronous gave out, sitting in the back and away from the commotion of the crowd. It's not like he wasn't fascinated, he just doesn't want to bother anyone. Especially when he's so small, he might get pushed around by all the strong mechs and femmes in the crowd. So he'd hang back and twiddle his servos in front of his chassis and smile softly because of the rights Megatronous is striving for. He agrees that everyone should be equal afterall.

When the war broke out, he was quick to join the Decepticons, those equal ideals fresh in his processor. He didn't fight much, knowing he wouldn't really last long unless he had the upper hand with a surprise. He wasn't expecting to get pulled to Megatronous so quickly, and thanks to him being a medic, he could see the dents in his armor. Not to mention his...now changed demeanor. It wasn't long after telling Megatronous his profession and some previously known skills he had (like being quiet when not even trying) that he was...sent into battle! He was in the backlines, now being pushed into being a field medic. Having his medical supplies and going to fix up fallen Decepticons as quickly and carefully as he could. Trying to reassure the soldiers as best as he could, even when he wasn't used to talking to others.

In the battle for Iacon, it went like it normally did. He helped others, but quickly realized how many were falling. So he had to work fast (with other field medics as well but they were slowly starting to hide or fall). The mech didn't hide, he wanted to help as many as could. Sadly, he was tackled by an Autobot, but before he could react he felt a blade he shoved into his left socket. Pain quickly took over his face and frame, a desperate and pained scream came from. Already having his processor overwhelmed with nightmares from previous battles, even soldiers he couldn't save. It didn't take much for him to push the hesitant Autobot off him and get out one of his blades. His mind was pushed too hard and now he's standing in front of a dead Autobot, energon splashed across him. Said energon running out of his neck cables and spark chamber ripped over thanks to the violent stabbing he did with his blade.

He doesn't go into front row battles anymore (unless he's absolutely needed). He'd rather stay back and do what he does best.

~•~

Duskstar - Outlier - Decepticon - Femme

Outlier Ability - Space distortion (sort of like telekinesis, but less over-powered. She can make things stop mid-air, as well as push things back. She doesn't know the full extent to it, but it gets painful if she uses it too much)

Occupation Before War - Senator Shockwave's assistant, graduated from his private academy with flying colors.

Occupation During War - Megatron's Second in Command next to Starscream/Still Shockwave's assistant, but he became less like the bot she knew before the war.

Can also be considered the strategist, planner, organizer of the troops.

Alt Mode - Two Wheeler and Small Hover Craft

A good 16 foot femme.

Duskstar was helped by Megatron but at the time his actual miner designation was D-16 (then named himself Megatronus, then Megatron). He was a simple miner, but happened upon an injured femme after completing his work for the cycle. She remembers him clearly, he was the first person to help her despite the dangers she posed to herself and others around her as an Outlier (someone with abilities that aren't helped by other technologies).

Yeah. She was beaten and thrown out to rust by others since Outliers are shunned do to being so different. It wasn't inline with the Senate. Duskstar has Space Distortion (basically able to condense space...sorta like telekinesis but has more options). Anyone harboring an Outlier would basically be terminated but D-16 didn't care for such things and led her to a cavern which was his abode. Helping her recover with his little resources and such.

She was helped by him. Of course she didn't want such kindness to get in trouble so she left. Hesitantly promising when she has more control over herself that she'd come back to see him. Then, by the whims of Primus she was later found by Senator Shockwave, who welcomed her to his academy with open arms. Giving her a place to stay and hide, where other Outlier's hid as well. Senator Shockwave was...kind, seeing promise in the Outliers. He had hope that they would change the future of Cybertron and steer it away from the fate it was beginning to dive into. Opression, classism. He didn't see it as right to denounce others with unique abilities and talents. Of course, thanks to Senator Shockwave's disappearance, she left and joined Megatron's revolution. Becoming a Decepticon, after Soundwave. She was second in command, a bit of competition with Starscream.

Duskstar never treats it as a competition though. Remaining rather calm in the face of Starscream who tries to demote her or sabotage her. Oddly enough, she finds it rather admirable that he's so persistent. Not really liking when he tries to become the Leader of the Decepticons though.

It's quite obvious Starscream is staying right where he is.

~•~

Flicker - Outlier - Decepticon - Femme

Outlier Ability:

Perception Control

-Can manipulate a processor to see hallucinations (can be wide scale if she concentrates enough)

-Can also disguise herself as other bots if she gets a full picture of them

-Can go invisible for a short time and still interact with objects.

Age: 9 million years old

Occupation before the war:

Was in prison, thanks to her outlier ability being found out but she escaped when the first bombing of the Senate happened.

Occupation during the war:

Tracker, Assassin, Spy...can also be substituted for a Commander.

Alt-Mode:

Silent Cyberyronian drone

Being discovered with her abilities was not on her to-do listen. To have been caught in a bar fight when she was just growing into her armor sets was an even worse time to experience this. Going invisible in front of the bots, it caused a cascade of reactions. Coming out of being invisible, it caused her dizziness but...seeing that there was hatred in the others eyes. She knew the jig was up. Only at 1 million years old too.

As fast as Flicker could, she ran.

Ran as fast as her legs could take her without them failing her. Living almost between Kaon and Praxus, it was a hotspot for bad mech and femmes alike.

She was on the run for at least 500 stellar-cycles (500 years) before she was finally captured. Dragged to the prison, even when she didn't even deserve to go there. No trial, nothing, just unfair judgement.

Desperate to survive, she adapted to the new dangerous environment faster than she would have liked. Avoiding anyone with a paranoid, cautious optic. It got worse for her, since she was prohibited from transforming like everyone else. Wings being statis-locked from the get go. But by far, the worst part were the radiation testing. It burned her spark so intensely that she felt as if she was going to offline multiple times. It was an overwhelming amount. Eventually, she got used to it and they even stopped for...whatever reason. Being so drained of fear and kindness, she became rather notorious in said prison block. There were some mech that were 'kind' but only because it benefited them. Flicker was taught to fight in there, hide important information, steal, deadly kill techniques, track, spy, and a multitude of other stuff.

Given a rough education, and no emotional stability. Her mental was fucked up, but Flicker made did her best to keep her sanity intact lest she act like the brutes in this prison. Thanks to her deadliness and tendency to be unpredictable, nobody tried to make a grab at her except for a few. She offlined two, and severely injured one. This all happened over a span of 4 million years. The next 4 million would be improving her abilities as quietly as she could. As privately as she could. Having grown into her plating already, it didn't take her long to realize that these idiots don't know how to supress her Outlier abilities. Not to mention, those radiation tests just seemed to make her abilities that much more powerful, though she never told anyone. Not even some mechs she 'trusted'.

Having a photographic memory, she was able to memorize the guards routes. Carefully and meticulous coming up with an escape plan. Patiently waiting for the opportunity to arise where she can get out undetected. Making a rough replica of the key to the stasis cuffs on her wings. It'll be painful to transform after not doing it for so long, but she's been through worse.

Much worse.

So on the day of the bombing, that was it. It was her chance. The panic went all the way to the prison.

During the panic, she slipped through the cracks and meticulously planned route to get out. It worked, thank Primus.

For a whole 3 cycles until she ended up trying to steal from the Decepticon's. Flicker didn't care much for what was happening around her, but it became clear she was taken by a faction with some...good ideals. The idea of becoming equal, to not be judged for her Outlier abilities, it sounds amazing. After hearing Megatron speak of equality, and destroying the functionalist society to rebuild a more just one made her feel at home. Like she found her bots. Flicker joined, especially after finding out Soundwave was also an outlier. He was such a high rank too, clearly this was a good place!

~•~

And that's about it for now. I'll probably put the pictures seperately. I don't have them all on my phone so yeah. I'll definitely put them on this post-- or on a different one. Or just in seperate posts.

ANYWAYS.

You may ask my OC's anything you want. Don't make it super weird though. I'm ok with NSFW questions, but don't get too crazy.

I do ship my OC's with canon characters so you can also ask questions about other canon characters to my OC's and stuff! :] Have fun but keep it respectful too.

See ya! And thanks for reading if you really did read it all!

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That one time the kids called you “mom”

HC / OS (i don’t know) about that one time the kids called you “mom” and that one-time Jean called Captain Levi “dad” (not related with the “being a mom to the survey corps” -- you’re a squad leader in this).

- Armin

Armin was a smart kid and he loved spending time at the survey corps library. Armin grew up with his grandfather and he had to work very hard to provide enough food for the both of them. When Armin’s grandfather died, he was still a kid. When they all joined the survey corps, Armin instantly loved you – you would always be in the library, reading different books every week. He obviously wanted to come to you and talk about books with you, but that boy was too shy. You were a squad leader which meant that you were his superior officer.

You would notice Armin of course. He would always read and study strategies sitting in front of you. Sometimes he would open his mouth, thinking ‘today I’ll talk to her’ but he never did. Once you decided that you would start the conversation, but as soon as you put your book down, Armin ran away. After that, you told Levi, your boyfriend, what happened earlier.

“I think he’s scared of me.” You admitted.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Why did he run away then?”

“Maybe he needed to take a sh!t. Like really needed to so he ran away.”

Meanwhile in Armin’s bedroom, with Eren and Mikasa.

“Why did you do that?” Mikasa asked.

“I don’t know!” Armin inquired, “I’m so embarrassed right now.”

“That was a weird move.” Eren admitted, “Next time just say something, anything really.”

That very next day, Armin was determined to tell you how much he wanted to discuss books with you. He saw you at your usual place and he took his. He repeated his sentence over and over, ‘squad leader Y/N I’ve seen you here multiple times and I’d like to discuss books together.’ But before he could say anything, you started to talk.

“Why did you run off yesterday?” you asked.

“Books.” Armin shouted which only startled you a little, “I like books and you do too.”

“I do like to read.”

After that, Armin was more and more comfortable around you. You would always read together before an expedition or after an intense training day – it became your little tradition.

A few weeks later, Armin wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. He has read a book that he knew you would like, and he needed to tell you about it. He was eating with his friends and when he saw you and Captain Levi entering the mess hall, he shouted “MOM! I-“and stopped immediately after.

Everyone was staring at him and all Armin wanted at this moment was to be eaten by a titan. You on the other side were just smiling widely at Armin.

“You look like a creep, stop smiling.” Levi told you.

After dinner, you went to the library and found Armin sitting at your usual table, arms crossed on the table with his head on his arms.

“Armin, hey. How are you feeling?”

“Embarrassed. I – I don’t know why I called you that.”

“It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about it.” you reassured him.

“But I embarrassed you too!”

“Who said you did?”

“Everyone was laughing.” Armin guessed.

Then, you spend your night like you always do which is reading together until Levi came to bring you back to bed.

“Good night Armin.” Levi told him before leaving.

“Good night Captain, squad leader.”

“Good night… son.” you finished before joining Levi, laughing slightly.

—————

- Eren

Eren was outside with all the others resting after training with Levi. They were discussing their skills after Levi made them do hand to hand combat to know who could have a day off from cleaning duties (it was your idea – Levi would never give a day off for cleaning).

“I am obviously the best here.” Jean acknowledged.

“Mikasa won against you!” Eren screamed back.

“Yeah, but I’m talking about us. Today, I won!” Jean replied.

“That’s because I was too tired from the titan experiments!”

“Riight. You are a titan. You shouldn’t even be tired!”

“Yeah because you know everything!” Eren shouted even louder.

Both were ready to fight, but they were expecting their friends to stop them, but they were just talking between them, ignoring their little dispute. Both of them just stared at each other, waiting for something to happen or someone but nothing – so they just stared at each other awkwardly. Eren spotted you not too far away and screamed at the top of his lungs:

“MOM! WE NEED YOUR HELP!”

You were taking a walk with Levi as one of your rituals with him since during daytime, you could hardly see each other. You both looked at Eren surprised but still walked towards him and his friends.

“Yes? What did you need me for?”

“Eren said he was better than me at hand-to-hand combat which is obviously not true.” Jean explained.

“You agree with me, right?” Eren said to you.

“Hm…” you turned to Levi expecting help, but he just had a smirk on his face, waiting for you answer too. “Well… I mean…” you paused each time a word was said, “I just want to say that I love you guys but it’s late and I’m tired,” you tried to avoid the topic of the conversation. “Levi, let’s leave the kids.”

“But m-“ Eren suddenly stopped his sentence and thought ‘wait, did I just almost called squad leader Y/N mom? Did I call her mom earlier?’

“What’s wrong Eren?” Mikasa asked.

“Nothing, squad leader Y/N,” Eren insisted on these words heavily, “is right, it’s late, let’s all go to sleep.” Eren then run to his bedroom.

“Such a weirdo.” Levi stated before walking away with you.

In the middle of the night, Eren was still awake thinking about what he said. He was moving loudly, and Armin woke up very annoyed.

“Eren stop moving so energetically!”

“I’m not.” Eren mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did I call squad leader… you know.”

“Did you do an Armin? Yes. You call her mom. Welcome to the club! Now sleep.”

—————

- Mikasa

Mikasa was hanging with Eren and Armin outside after dinner. Eren and Armin were frenetically about Eren’s next prank on Jean.

“You always prepare something either too dangerous or just normal dangerous. Jean could get hurt!” Armin protested.

“That’s the idea I was going for. Plus, it’s not that dangerous.”

“You want to push him off the wall!”

“Yeah, but he has his gear on and we’ll just all laugh at this anyway. Right Mikasa?” Eren asked her friend.

“Jean could die if he doesn’t use his gear.” Mikasa observed.

“He’s not that stupid.” Eren replied.

“Ask mom then and look at her being disappointed by you.” Mikasa told them.

They both turned their head towards Mikasa and glared at her, with a shocked look.

“What?”

“You just called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren burst out laughing.

“No, I didn’t. I said mom… as in…” Mikasa tried to correct herself.

“Yeah right, what other mom you possibly could be talking about?” Eren pointed out.

“It’s because you two keep calling her that! And I just forgot her name and…” Mikasa defended herself, “It’s your fault!”

“It’s fine, that makes the three of us in the club!” Armin shouted.

—————

- Historia

Everyone just discovered that Historia was the rightful heir to the throne, and no one knew what to do.

“Fine. Then run.” Levi said taking Historia by her blouse collar.

“Oh my, Levi!” you screamed rushing towards Historia. “Let her go!”

Levi let her go and left. You took Historia in your arms as she was ready to collapse on the ground.

“Are you okay sweetie?” you questioned her worried. She just held you close and thanked you. “Levi didn’t mean it. I’m going to ask to apologise.”

“It’s fine. He’s right. I should do something about this.” Historia waited a few minutes before saying “thanks mom,” blushing.

Everyone else wanted to throw a comment but no one dared after seeing you glaring at them. Only Armin whispered “welcome to the club” for himself.

—————

- Annie

Instructor Shadis sent you a letter asking you a favour. He was feeling ill and asked you to substitute him while he recovers. You obviously agreed to it. You were surprised at how Annie was at hand-to-hand combat.

“Who taught you that?” you asked marvelled by her technique.

“My father.”

“Well good job!”

The whole time you were here you would constantly compliment her. You would really compliment everyone on their asset.

One night, Annie was outside with Reiner and Bertolt, talking together.

“I like squad leader Y/N, she is nice.” Reiner said in a moment of silence.

“Or she could just pretend to be nice so we wouldn’t try so hard when she’s here and that’s how we fail.” Annie pointed out.

“She’s not like that.” Bertolt insisted, “She seems genuinely nice. Never felt that supported in such a long time.”

“Yeah.” Reiner agreed.

Annie did not want to say it, but she agreed with them. You were always so supportive, always encouraging people do to better. Always telling them that they did a great job when they messed up. Annie wanted to add something, but she heard footsteps and she turned around ready to fight but it was only you.

“Mom! I was ready to fight you.” Annie yelled.

“What did you just call squad leader Y/N?” Reiner asked surprised.

“I– I said mam.”

“No, you said mom.” Reined laughed.

“NO! I said mam as in sir but for a woman!”

“I just wanted to make sure you guys were alright,” you admitted, “it’s late and I don’t want you guys to be tired since I know how instructor Shadis can be.”

“Instructor Shadis?” Bertolt asked.

“Yes, he’s feeling much better and he’s coming back tomorrow. I also came to say goodbye since I’m leaving tonight. I wish you luck and I know you guys are going to be amazing!” you end your little speech with a hug to each one of them. “I’ll probably see you around if you ever decide to join the survey corps.”

Annie was right, she was going to miss you.

—————

- Sasha

Sasha was a great kid, a great fighter but more importantly, she was a food lover. She never had enough food at lunch or dinner. She would always ask her friend for their bread or a piece of their meat when they did eat meat.

Once, Sasha was late to dinner because she had cleaning duties and she was a slow cleaner which made her late. Being late meant no food too but she still came to the kitchen hoping for leftovers – there were none. She went to the mess hall and collapse on the table. She heard a person sat down in front of her but did not move.

“You should eat Sasha.” she heard.

“No food.”

“Look up.”

She did and there was a tray with a bowl of soup that was still hot and two pieces of bread. She gasped and started to cry tears of joy.

“Thank you, mom! I was so hungry!” Sasha thanked you with her mouth full of a mix of soup and bread.

“You’re welcome, next time you can come to me and I’ll help you clean alright?” you told her.

You waited for her to be finished before going back to your bedroom. In the middle of that night, Sasha suddenly woke up, panting.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asked ready to fight an intruder.

“Nooo. I’m in the club now too.” Sasha realised.

“What? You called squad leader Y/N mom too?” Mikasa joked.

“Yeah…”

—————

- Jean

Jean had cleaning duties in the equipment area. He and Connie were talking and being careless as usual when they were cleaning. So careless that Jean somehow caused a shelf full of heavy books to fall on his leg.

When Connie explained to you what happened you rushed to where Jean was. You and Connie helped Jean out and took him to the infirmary. Jean was now on bed rest for at least a week since he could not move his right leg anymore.

“How am I going to live now?” Jean complained after hearing the news.

“I’m taking care of you until further notice.” you reassured him.

Levi decided that Jean would still be attending training even if that meant only watching. After two weeks, Jean was still hurt – according to him anyway. Which the nurse found weird because that type of injury did not last long if he was resting correctly which is something you made sur of. Levi told you that it was suspicious, but you believed Jean.

“Your love for this kid is making you blind! Jean is obviously fine now!” Levi told you desperately every night.

“He’ll get better, if he’s still hurt and he goes back training then he might not be able to fight at all.” you explained.

You should have believed Levi because one day, you were stuck in a meeting with Commander Erwin which meant you couldn’t stay with the cadets training. Thankfully, the meeting ended sooner than you thought so you went to see the kids, only to find Jean perfectly healthy, on his feet, fighting Eren.

“JEAN KIRSTEIN YOU SON OF A B–“ you yelled.

“NO!” Jean screamed collapsing to the ground dramatically, “It’s not what you think mom! NO!” Jean put his hands on his mouth.

“Oouh Jean called squad leader Y/N ‘mom’” Eren chanted.

“Now that they almost all called you mom,” Hange stated coming out of nowhere, “does that mean Levi is their daddy?”

—————

- That one-time Jean called Captain Levi ‘dad’

It was during one of the expeditions outside. You brought tents and prepared them but none of you wanted to sleep yet. You built a fire, and all sat around it. The cadets took turn telling horror stories and once Jean was done, you all applauded him.

“That was great.” Levi complimented him.

“Thanks, daaa–ptain!” Jean corrected himself hallway through his sentence.

Everyone burst out laughing and Jean was blushing hard, while Levi was only smirking drinking his tea.

“Jean, it’s official, you’re their kid now.” Hange kept laughing.

“I’m so embarrassed.” Jean grunted, “I’m sorry d– captain! What is wrong with me!”

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From then on, they wouldn’t even hide the fact that they all called you mom from time to time. At one point, new recruits thought that it was you name so some of them would call you “squad leader mom”.

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mochegato · 3 years ago

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Even the Losers

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Monday morning came both too soon and too distant for Marinette’s taste. She looked up at the dark, intimidating Wayne Enterprises building as she and Max walked past it on their way to the cafe and swallowed hard. She should have figured she would have to pass by the Wayne Enterprises building at some point, but she still wasn’t ready to see the dominating building so close. They were a few blocks away and she still had to crane her neck to see the top.

Of course M. Fox would want to meet near his office. He was already being beyond considerate having the meeting outside of the office building, expecting him to meet far away from his work was excessive. She could stomach it. It was just a building. This meeting was important. This was Max’s chance to wow M. Fox and get an amazing position. She took a deep breath and continued forward despite it feeling like wading through increasingly deep water the closer they got to the WE building.

Max touched Marinette’s forearm to gain her attention. She nearly jumped at his touch but quickly covered with an embarrassed smile and inquisitive hum. “Are you okay?”

Marinette glanced toward the WE building but quickly looked back to him with an unconvincing smile. “Yeah, it’s fine,” she tried to assure him. Judging by the frown forming on his lips, he was unassured.

“Is there anything I should know?” Max asked uncertainly.

“Nothing of consequence,” Mari promised with a weak smile.

Max adjusted his glasses nervously and darted his eyes between Marinette and the sidewalk ahead of them a few times, trying to work up the courage to ask the question on his mind. “Marinette,” he started slowly. “You didn’t do anything illegal for the plan. Did you?”

Marinette whipped her head toward him wide eyed. “What?”

Max cringed under her gaze. “I just… you’re a very devoted friend and…” He sighed and looked away. “I just need to know if we need to worry about the Waynes coming after us. I’d like to be prepared.”

Marinette's dour expression turned giddy as she started laughing joyfully. After a minute, she wiped away a tear that had started to form in the corner of her eyes and fixed Max with a sincere look. “No. I didn't. None of us did. I would have, but no laws were broken in the making or execution of this plan.” She grinned and looped her arm through his, pulling him forward with a lighter step than before. “I just presented your work to M. Fox and he was extremely impressed. Come on, the cafe is just around the corner.”

Max gave her an unimpressed look. “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I may have violated a few laws tracking down the call you had me trace last week.”

Marinette suddenly froze, her smile becoming significantly weaker. “That wasn’t part of the plan. That was a separate quest,” she tried to joke.

“And it just so happened to be M. Wayne’s phone number.” His skepticism was clear in his voice even if he was too polite to call her out directly.

“It wasn’t part of the plan, really,” she promised quietly. “That was… It had nothing to do with getting you a job.”

Max opened his mouth to ask another question but was interrupted by Marinette’s phone ringing. Marinette pulled it out and rolled her eyes at Alya’s name lighting it up. She hit the button to ignore it with a shrug. “She’s probably really excited to see how your meeting went and didn’t convert the time correctly,” she laughed to Max.

Max smiled and nodded in agreement. He opened his mouth to comment but Marinette’s phone started ringing again. She furrowed her brow at it this time and groaned. “Very excited,” she grumbled, hitting the ignore button again.

Max opened his mouth again but again was interrupted but this time by his phone and Marinette’s phone. He pulled it out and looked at it. “Nino?”

“What the Hell, Alya,” Marinette grumbled. She was about to hit the accept button so she could yell at Alya to leave them alone but got interrupted by a loud cry right in front of her.

“Hey, it’s you!”

Marinette and Max looked at each other with matching confused looks. The man that had said it pulled out his phone and switched on a recording device. “Do you have any comment on the story in today’s paper?” the man, likely a reporter Marinette decided, demanded, shoving his phone in her face so violently, it would have hit her if she hadn’t jerked her face back in time.

Marinette stared at the man for a few seconds, her face scrunching in confusion before quickly smoothing over into an impassive mask. “I haven’t seen the paper this morning. So no, no comment on a story I know nothing about.”

She tried to push past the reporter only for him to move immediately into her path. She looked around as more people joined, not reporters, she didn’t think, just people interested in finding out what was going on, rather than helping them. The reporter pushed further in front of her, refusing to let her pass. He held the day’s Gotham Gazette in front of her face. Marinette had to back away in order to actually be able to read the headline.

She had to consciously force her eyes to stop from widening in front of the audience. She forced her breathing to slow as her eyes scanned the headline and picture. Across the top of the page in bold, block font was the headline ‘More than One New Wayne Introduced’ above a picture of her and Adrien speaking with Bruce Wayne. She glanced at the caption below the picture, her nose wrinkling in annoyance at the words. “Newly discovered Wayne, Marinette Cheng Wayne introduces fiancé Adrien Agreste to her father, Bruce Wayne.”

Max gasped at the headline and cocked his head to the side in confusion. He looked between it and Marinette a few times. He opened his mouth to comment on how ludicrous it was but decided to defer to however Marinette wanted to handle it. Instead, he gripped her arm in an attempt to show support and looked around them, calculating different plans to get them out of the crowd.

Marinette took a calming breath and looked back at the reporter with a cool gaze. “You couldn’t even be bothered to get the names of the people involved correct. I have little interest in reading the rest, which is likely as poorly researched. Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment to get to.”

She tried to move around the reporter but he stepped in front of her, only centimeters between them as he did, and leaned closer to her. “Why haven’t we heard of you before Ms. Cheng? Embarrassed about your family’s history with crime in our city,” he cocked his head to the side and gave her a vicious grinned. “Or was it your family that was embarrassed about you?”

Marinette bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood and glared at the man. “It sounds like you are insinuating the Waynes are associated with crime in Gotham. Surely you didn’t mean to insinuate such a thing, right? Such as slanderous comment,” she tutted in a condescending tone. “I’m sure whatever publication you’re working for would not appreciate such a careless, defamatory, negligent comment.”

The man puffed out his cheeks, which were quickly becoming red with anger. He tensed his body. Marinette tensed hers in response. What he intended to do exactly, she’d never know because just at that moment, the man froze as a hand settled hard on his shoulder. “I can assure you that is exactly the kind of allegation Mr. Wayne and Wayne Enterprises would both pursue legal action over. Now, I believe the young lady said she had an appointment,” Lucius Fox said with a cutting smile.

The reporter scowled at Lucius, but backed away. The crowd of people around parted at his presence. Marinette shot him a grateful smile. “Ms. Dupain Cheng, Mr. Kante,” Lucius nodded to them both. “Are you ready?”

Marinette and Max nodded and moved toward the café ahead of him. The host led them to a spot toward the back where they could have some privacy. Marinette touched Max’s shoulder. She gave him a concerned look. Max’s eyes darted forward to Lucius and back to Marinette. He nodded then jerked his head toward her. The smile she plastered on was even less convincing than her earlier one, but Max pretended like it wasn’t. He leaned closer to her, speaking quietly enough that nobody could hear him. “You should let Adrien and Alya know.”

Marinette sucked in a breath and looked toward her phone warily. It was still ringing and chiming nonstop. She turned it off and leaned closer to Max. “Markov, can you text Alya and Adrien and let them know we’re all okay but I turned off my phone for a while. If they need me they can text you or Max and we plan on returning to the hotel immediately after this meeting. If you both are okay with that.” Max nodded and lifted the flap for his messenger bag to reveal Markov sitting atop her folded up gala dress. Markov looked between the two of them and gave Marinette a resolute nod.

“Thank you, Markov,” Marinette whispered, trusting his sensitive sensors to hear her.

When they arrived at the table, Lucius waited for the host to retreat before looking over to Marinette with a concerned look. “Did you need a break for a few minutes or to call anyone?”

Marinette gave him a tight, strained smile and shook her head. “No, thank you. I’ll be fine.” She would make it through this. She wasn’t going to cry. She could wallow in self-recriminations later. Right now, she needed to focus on making sure Max was given his shot.

Lucius nodded and looked down at the menu the waitress brought over. After a few minutes of silence he glanced over to Marinette. “Always something going on in Gotham.” If Marinette didn’t know better she would think his tone was apologetic.

“Certainly has been full of surprises,” she stated instead, focusing on the menu.

“Certainly puts certain interactions at the gala a new perspective,” he observed carefully, keeping his eyes on his own menu.

Marinette’s focus sharpened on the menu in her hands. Her jaw tensed and her lips thinned. “I’m sure you will understand, M. Fox, when I say my private life is not something I care to discuss with people I do not know well.”

Lucius nodded. “I do.” He looked over the menu for a few seconds, keeping his face buried in the menu, he lifted his eyes to observe Max, noting his stiff posture. His eyes were darting over to Marinette every so often and worrying his lip. “You understand you could have just gotten him a position. One phone call is all it would have taken. You didn't need to go through all of this.” His eyes flicked over to Marinette as he spoke.

Marinette met his eyes, a fierce set to them. “He doesn't need somebody to get him a position,” she snapped. “He's brilliant. He just needed somebody to see him. He just needed an even playing field to shine. He didn’t need me calling in favors. He’s earned the attention he gets.”

Lucius stared at her for a few seconds, analyzing her before finally coming to a decision. He set his menu down and nodded curtly. “No, he does not need help. His work speaks for itself. I spent the weekend researching you, Mr. Kante, and I have to say, you are an impressive young man. You are exactly the kind of talent we seek out. The fact that we didn’t speaks to the utter failure that our recruiting staff has been. And I must apologize for what happened to you. We will be reviewing Mr. Rabler’s actions since he was employed by us to properly deal with any other incidents such as yours.”

Max nodded, adjusting his glasses with a satisfied smile. He was saved from trying to come up with a response when the waitress came back to take their orders. There was a brief lull after the waitress left, Max and Marinette both uncertain where to push the discussion next and waiting for M. Fox to drive the conversation.

“Now, if I did my research correctly,” Lucius started with a secretive smile, “then I expect you have someone else with you.” He looked pointedly at Max’s bag.

Max’s smile turned sheepish and he opened his bag to let Markov come out. “This is Markov. I was hoping he would be able to work with me.”

“Of course,” Lucius nodded in agreement. “It is nice to meet you, Markov.”

Markov zipped up higher in excitement. “It is very exciting to meet you, M. Fox. I have found very exciting information about you and Wayne Enterprises.”

Lucius chuckled. “That is good to hear. We will have no issue with Markov working with you, but we have added several sections to your contract to cover what Markov is allowed to do and what he isn’t. We have a lot of sensitive material, as I’m sure you are aware. We are quite paranoid about protecting it. We have also come up with a contract for Markov, but legal says we have to add sections to your contract as well since legally, Markov is not considered his own entity.”

Marinette beamed at Lucius and squeezed Max’s hand under the table, never more certain than at that moment that Max was going to be taken care of. Max pretended to adjust his glasses so he could wipe at his eyes. He looked over to Markov to gauge his response. Seeing the weepy eye display, Max smiled and looked back at Lucius. “Thank you, M. Fox for your consideration. It means a lot to us both.”

Lucius gave him a soft smile and looked over to Marinette. “We also have a contract for you, Ms. Dupain Cheng. I had legal draw it up yesterday. Not excited to work on a Sunday,” he shrugged guiltily, “but we gave them a lot of compensation for their time. I drew it up before I knew of any other… associations so Mr. Wayne may want to modify it, but it is there if you are interested. We will need a designer for the project, someone with intricate knowledge of fabrics and a demonstrated ability to work with them. Given your involvement thus far and your work on the dress for the gala, you seemed like the natural choice.”

Marinette looked down and took a breath. She looked over to Max to see how he was faring. He gave her a supportive smile and nodded to her. “As I said before, that is kind of you to offer but I have other plans that do not involve Wayne Enterprises. And my ‘involvement’ thus far has been getting your attention. It would likely be better for the project if you continued without me.”

“That is not strictly accurate,” Markov spoke up.

Max nodded in agreement. “Your help was invaluable, Marinette. Not only your insight into different characteristics in different fabrics and how changes affected the elements of the fabric, but also the different approaches to problem solving. I could not have done this without you,” Max stated earnestly. He turned to Lucius. “She worked with me to explain tensile strength and different weaves and how that would affect how the fabric appears and what you can do with it.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and she looked over to Lucius quickly. “He’s being modest. He did the work. He came up with the formulas. He…”

She was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress with their food. Lucius waited for the waitress to leave before he sent her a soft smile. “I understand collaboration, Ms. Dupain Cheng. Mr. Kante’s words don’t make me doubt his work. If anything, it confirms my faith in him. I also researched you this weekend, Ms. Dupain Cheng. You are quite talented. Your designs are elegant and bold and you personally have always gone out of your way to help your community. Those are all ideals Wayne Enterprises strives for. Along with what Mr. Kante said, you should know, I’ll be pursuing you and it has absolutely nothing to do with your…. With Mr. Wayne.”

Marinette looked down to her plate with a blush and nodded. “Thank you, M. Fox. I will consider it, but…” she furrowed her brow in frustration, not knowing how to say what she was thinking and not knowing if she should even if she could.

“You have time to consider it, Ms. Dupain Cheng. But for now, we should eat. The food here is extremely good.” Marinette’s shoulders relaxed and she sent him another grateful smile. She looked over to Max and Markov and smiled before taking a bite of her breakfast. “Now, Mr. Kante, I would love to hear more about your invention, unless you would prefer to wait until the contract is signed.” Max smiled excitedly at Lucius and pulled out the dress as he described the process for working on the fabric while Marinette and Markov looked on proudly.

Chapter 4

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The Right Chapter 23 || Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

hello my loves! Some of you may have already seen this, but I have news! This fic is officially complete. There are thirty chapters, so you still have seven left after today’s update. I’ll be keeping the usual Tuesday/Saturday posting schedule, so you have a month left of updates.

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contains: canon-typical descriptions of violence, cursing, hospital mention

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A little while later, Hotch sends JJ and Emily to the school to interview the classmates of the students who had been murdered, and you and Morgan head off to the medical examiner’s office.

“Find anything interesting in the calls from the tip line?” Morgan asks you as he pulls out of the parking lot, and you shrug.

“I need to go back through my notes. There were a couple kids' names that came up, but I want to go back and cross check for the names that came up more than once-- i figure if the name only comes up once, it’s kids pranking each other and I don’t want to waste our time on dead ends. Garcia’s looking into a teacher for me, though.”

“We just need a couple more puzzle pieces, and then it’ll all come together,” Derek says, more to himself than to you, and you murmur out your agreement as he pulls into the examiner’s office.

“Cause of death for Mrs. Mack and Mrs. Sutton was a gunshot wound to the neck. The daughters, to the abdomen,” the doctor says, passing over her report. “The men were all strangled. The boys by hand, the men with a garrote.”

“Any idea what order they were killed in?” You asked.

“My guess is the women first, one right after the other. Then the sons, and the husbands.”

“How did he stop the husbands from taking him down while he killed the sons?” Morgan asks skeptically.

The medical examiner points out a bruise on Mr. Sutton’s skull. “Looks like he was knocked unconscious, maybe by the butt of the gun or something in the home.” She explains.

“Thank you,” you said to the medical examiner, who smiled and left you both to your work.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Morgan asks you.

“White man in his twenties or thirties, snubbed by a woman he desired for another man, taking out the families he’s convinced he’ll never have?”

“Call Hotch,” he said, taking off at a brisk pace back towards the car and trusting you to follow. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and discovered that Garcia was already calling you.

“Hi Garcia, can you patch Hotch in?” You asked.

“Already here bug, and trust me, you’re gonna want to hear this.” She told you, and you put the phone on speaker so Morgan could listen in while he drove.

“What did you find, Garcia?” Hotch asked.

“So, I looked into Marc Vexper, and it turns out this long-term English sub has something to hide-- he didn’t make a single card purchase on either day that he was out, and his phone was completely off from the moment he stepped off the school’s campus to the time he returned.”

“Morgan and I are just leaving the medical examiner’s office now-- Marc fits the profile to a tee.” You interject.

“Oh but wait, the high school of horrors doesn’t end there,” Garcia warns you. “I took a peek at Marc’s texts looking for clues about his whereabouts, and I noticed some too-friendly chats with Victoria Sullivan, a student in his AP Literature class. Her phone was on both days, and I’ll give you one guess as to where she was both days-- and it wasn’t school.”

“You’re kidding,” Morgan sighs out.

“So did he groom Victoria into doing it herself, or was she an accomplice?” Hotch asked.

“The men were strangled, Aaron. There’s no way she could have done that herself.” You tell him.

“We need an address, Penelope.” Hotch demands.

“Already on your phone. The station’s closest.” She tells you.

“We’ll meet you there.” Hotch says, and the line clicks.

In a routine you’ve performed too many times to count, Morgan flicks on the lights and sirens as you mount your phone with the GPS sending you in the right direction. It’s all the same as it usually is, so why are you so nervous?

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Hotch elects not to put on his lights and sirens as he approaches Mr. Vexper’s house, not wanting to alert him that anyone had found him out. There are two cars in the driveway-- a modest sedan with a few dings in it, and a shitbox of an old jeep with a parking permit for the local high school on the back bumper.

“The girl is here-- she might be a hostage.” Hotch tells Spencer, who nods. “We need to be careful. There’s no need for any other kids to lose their lives,” he says, quietly opening up his car door and gesturing for Spencer to take a back entrance while he takes the front. He climbs the worn wooden steps and peeks into the window, seeing nothing before he takes one hand off of his gun to swing open the front door of the home, where he’s met face to face with the Victoria Sullivan, standing on the main stairway of the home, gun leveled square at the middle of his forehead.

“Victoria, put the gun down,” Hotch says slowly, raising his own hands as a sign of good faith. “I’m here to help you. Where’s Marc?”

Before Victoria can answer, Hotch hears the woosh of metal in the air and feels an overwhelming crack in his legs, falling to the ground as he yelps in pain.

“Run, Vicky! You know where to go!” Marc yells, and the girl disappears from Hotch’s blurring line of vision as March continues to beat on Hotch with a crowbar, stomping on his legs.

Hotch vaguely hears Spencer's running footsteps, and Marc takes off, running in the same direction as Victoria.

Spencer falls to the ground next to Hotch, attempting to gently tend to his injuries, but Hotch weakly waves him off.

“Go, go, save the girl, he’ll kill her next. I’m okay. Go,” he coughs out, and after a moment’s hesitation, Spencer goes.

Hotch groans as he gropes around in his pants pocket, pulling out his cell phone and calling Garcia.

“I need help,” he says once the line clicks.

****************

If Aaron lived through this, you were going to kill him yourself. You knew you were being irrational, you knew it wasn’t his fault, and worst of all you know that he hadn’t even done something you could be mad at him for, like going in without backup. This was just the job. This just happened sometimes. And you were absolutely fucking livid that it was happening to him. Not to mention scared shitless.

Morgan had pumped the gas as soon as Garcia called, but it still wasn’t fast enough. Your leg bounced anxiously in the passenger seat.

“He’s gonna be fine,” Morgan attempted to placate you, but you wouldn’t have it.

“You don’t know that,” you spat out.

“He’s tough. He’s got a lot to stick around for. He’s gonna be okay,” He tells you, and this time you don’t argue.

When you finally pull up to the house, Aaron is on a stretcher being loaded onto an ambulance. You throw yourself out of the SUV before it’s even fully stopped, calling out for Aaron.

“I’m okay,” he sputters out as you climb into the back of the ambulance.

“No you aren’t, you asshole,” you scoffed at him, your voice a little watery. “Tell the paramedics what happened so they can help you,” you said, stroking at the hair at the top of his head as your chin quivered.

“Don’t cry,” he says, reaching up for you and you see that his hands are bloody.

“Shh, shhh. Don’t worry about me. Let them help you,” you calmed him down, trying not to let your tears interrupt the medics when his eyes roll into the back of his head and he loses consciousness.

Aaron will live, and you suppose you won’t follow through on your threats to kill him. Once he’s in the hospital, they wheel him back to a restricted area, leaving you alone in a waiting room while the rest of the team finds the unsub. You call Jess, let her know what’s going on, but ask that she keep it from Jack until you’re back in the room with him and Hotch is able to talk to Jack himself. You didn’t want Jack to worry, and you knew that Aaron’s assurance that he was fine was the only comfort Jack would accept.

After a while-- it could have been thirty minutes or three hours, Emily appears in the waiting room..

“I was appointed to come check on you,” she says by way of greeting. “Have you seen him yet?”

“Not since they took him out of the ambulance. He looked… bad,” you struggle to find a word that explains the magnitude of it.

“He’s gonna be fine. No gunshot wounds, just some nasty bruises. I’m sure it looked worse than it actually was.” She consoles you gently.

“I hope you’re right.”

At that moment, a doctor appears in the doorway. “For Agent Hotchner?” He asks, and you walk over to him.

“I’m Aaron’s partner,” you explain, the word “girlfriend” feeling entirely too childish for the scenario.

“Agent Hotchner is going to be just fine. His left leg is fractured slightly at the femur and the kneecap, but we’ve put him in a brace to stabilize the knee, and he should recover over the next eight to twelve weeks. He’ll need some physical therapy, and field work is out of the question until he is cleared, but he’ll make a full recovery. He has a mild concussion and a few bruised ribs, but we’ve given him some meds for the pain and the concussion shouldn’t present any further complications.”

No field work. Aaron was going to be pissed. “Thank you, doctor.” You said gratefully.

“He’s been asking for you, if you’d like to follow me,” The doctor responds, and you allow him to lead you down a maze of hallways, leaving you just outside Aaron’s room, where his eyes are shut and his chest rises and falls slowly. Figures, you were sure he’d been up all night running through profiles in his head.

You sat on his right side, away from his injured leg, and rested your head against his mattress, near his hip bone. He looked so fragile like this, wrapped up in a thin blanket and a johnny, bandaged from his collar bone to his toes. You wondered, briefly, if he felt this helpless and frustrated the night that he picked you up from your old apartment. The tears well up against your will, but you allow them to fall, for a few moments. You had earned the right to care for him, to worry about him, to fret. You had earned the right to sit vigil at his hospital bed and try to force images of a lifetime lived without him to stop passing through your head.

Aaron stirred, and you sucked in a quick breath, not wanting to wake him. He settled, again, and you rested your head back against the mattress, letting the gentle rhythm of his breath lull you to sleep.

He twitches a little while later, and the sudden movement jolts you awake. His return to the waking world is slower, and you let him come at it at his own pace, not wanting to overwhelm him when he was probably already going to be in pain and disoriented. You hear him mumble out your name and you stand, placing one hand on his cheek and the other in his uninjured palm.

“I’m right here, baby,” you whispered to him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to look you up and down without moving his neck.

“Am I--” you chided gently. “Honey, I’m fine. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”

“My leg,” he tells you, trying to sit up, but you push back on his shoulders.

“Absolutely not,” you tell him. “You broke your leg. You are staying in this bed until a doctor tells you otherwise.”

“Fuck,” Aaron muttered out. Suddenly, a thought occurs to him. “Is Spencer okay? And the girl, Victoria Sullivan?”

“The team took them both alive. Spencer is fine, just a little breathless from his run.” You tell him.

“When is it gonna heal?” He switches topics back to his injury.

“You mean, when are you going to be allowed into the field again?” You asked skeptically, and he at least has the good grace to look sheepish. “Not for at least six weeks, more than likely closer to ten, plus physical therapy.”

“God damnit,” Aaron sighs.

“It could have been a lot worse, Aaron,” you point out softly, and he looks up at you.

“You’ve been crying.” He says softly.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Don’t lie to a profiler,” He chides you gently.

“Well, I’m the woman who loves you and I’ve earned the right to cry when you’re hurt.” You said defensively, but not unkindly.

“Hey, I’m okay. Really, I swear. Come up here,” he urges you, and you roll your watery eyes.

“I’ll hurt you,” you tell him.

“You’ll hurt me worse if you don’t come cuddle,” he pouts.

“Corny bastard,” you chuckle, tenderly sliding into bed next to him.

Unable to shift and cuddle, Aaron settles for reaching out for your hand, which you allow him to take in his own. He strokes his thumb over the back of your palm tenderly.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispers, and you might start crying again right there.

“Don’t do it again. I was ready to kill you myself,” you warned him.

“Noted.”

“We should call Jack. I didn’t tell him what was going on, I didn’t want to scare him. Jess knows.”

“I just… want to hold your hand for a couple more minutes.”

“Okay, love. A few more minutes.”

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years ago

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N: hi! i’m going camping soon so i will have limited to no cell service so my blog may be kind of dead from tuesday-friday. i may have a chapter out next weekend but i’m not entirely sure. also, i plan on closing my 400 follower celebration on tuesday if you want to get any last asks in! :)

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Chapter 33

Spencer’s phone vibrated on the kitchen table as you were breast-feeding Ophelia, Ollie patiently waiting his turn in the bouncer.

“Spence!” you tried to call up the stairs where Spencer was folding laundry with Jo.

He must not have heard you so you slowly got up and shuffled over to his phone, trying not to disturb Ophelia.

“Hello?” you answered.

“Oh hi, Mrs. Reid! I was hoping to get one of you on the line!” Taylor, your real estate agent, spoke through the phone.

“Oops, my bad if you tried to call me first, I think I left my phone out in the car,” you apologized.

“No worries! I was just calling to give you some good news! The owners of the house on Magnolia Drive accepted your offer! You’re in!”

You shrieked in delight and surprise. All of a sudden, you heard footsteps sprinting down the hall upstairs and then Spencer tripped on one of the top steps and tumbled to the main floor.

“Oh god, Taylor, I have to call you back,” you hung up the phone and set Ophelia down, running over to Spencer.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” Spencer tried to sit up from his position on the floor panickedly.

“Hey, hey, stay there for a second. Don’t get up too quick. I should be asking you that question. Did you hit your head?” you asked.

“No, just my back and elbow,” Spencer groaned.

You helped him to the couch and had him lie on his belly. You walked over to the freezer and grabbed a bag of frozen peas to place on his lower back.

You sat down on the floor right in front of his face so you were level with him. You gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

“Hopefully the news that got you hurt in the first place will help you feel better,” you smiled softly, “We got the house!”

“We got the house?!” Spencer tried to sit up slightly but you pushed him back down gently so he wouldn’t further injure his back.

“Taylor just called. She didn’t give me any specifics but I said I would call her back.”

“Call her back! I’m fine!” Spencer excitedly insisted.

You grabbed Spencer’s phone and hit Taylor’s contact.

“Hey Taylor, I‘ve got Spencer here with me now,” you smiled.

“Well congratulations to you both. The owners have already moved out all of their stuff so they said you can move in as soon as you sign the paperwork. Could you stop by my office tomorrow?” Taylor asked.

“Yes, we’ll be there!” Spencer beamed as you ended the call.

“We got the house!” you cheered, “We got the house!”

Spencer chuckled at you bouncing up and down in front of him.

“What’s happening, Mommy?” Jo asked as she came down the stairs.

“Baby J, we got the house with the big yard! We’re moving!”

Jo ran down the rest of the stairs and joined your little dance party.

Spencer slowly sat up on the couch and groaned in pain, reaching over to the babies’ bouncers.

“Oh my god, you can’t be without a kid in your arms for one second,” you laughed.

“I can’t believe not even two years ago I was moving into the spare bedroom here and now we’re moving into our dream house,” Spencer smiled softly as you and him packed boxes in the bedroom.

“Well, believe it, love. I can’t wait to have a little more room,” you sighed happily as you taped up one of the boxes.

You were pulling clothes out of your closet to pack when you saw Spencer’s Caltech sweatshirt from your first interaction.

You slid it over your head and waited for Spencer to turn around after stacking a box on top of the growing pile.

Spencer smiled when he saw you, “Just as beautiful as ever, my love.”

Spencer leaned down to kiss you but Ollie started to cry. You reached up a little further to connect your lips, giving him a quick peck before walking over towards the bassinets.

“Hi, my baby. What’s wrong?” you lifted him up.

As you were patting him on the back slightly, you heard a burping sound.

“Oh no!” you panicked as you looked in the mirror, seeing spit-up trailing down the back of your beloved sweatshirt.

“Hey, hey sweetheart. It’s okay, we’ll put it in the wash,” Spencer assured you, grabbing Ollie from your arms.

“What if it’s ruined?” you cried softly.

Spencer pulled you in for a hug with the one arm he wasn’t holding Ollie in. He rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Love, if you told college me that when I gave you that sweatshirt so many years ago, that eventually it would be covered in our baby’s spit-up, I would be the happiest man in the whole word,” he whispered in your ear.

You laughed softly, wiping the tears from your eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“It’s even bigger than I remember, Mommy and Daddy!” Jo greeted you at the door of the new house.

Jo opted to ride with her Uncle Derek in the moving truck while you and Spencer took the twins in your car.

“Can I please go play in the yard?” Jo asked sweetly.

“Yes but don’t go past the trees at the edge of the yard. I need to be able to see you from the window,” you told her, “Henry should be over soon to join you with Aunt JJ.”

Jo pushed open the sliding door to the sun room and ran outside. You opened a window so you were able to hear her giggles of delight.

You watched as Jo did cartwheels and somersaults across the yard as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

“Still can’t believe it?” you asked Spencer.

“My dream coming true? I guess I’m still trying to take it all in,” he sighed happily.

“Arms up, my girls,” Spencer smiled.

You and Jo lifted your arms above your heads as Spencer slid two of his big t-shirts on to your bodies.

“Alright, Jo. We’ve got our smocks on. I’d say we’re ready to paint!”

You and Spencer had already done a base cost of pale sky blue late in the new nursery last night after you put all the kids to bed. Spencer decided to leave the artistic creativity up to you and Jo today because someone had to watch the babies.

You and Jo laid out your paints and brushes. You were going for a nature theme with the blue base coat serving as the sky and Spencer used a sponge brush to create big fluffy clouds. Today, you and Jo were going to paint a garden scene.

“I’m going to start on some ladybugs over here, Mommy,” Jo informed you, picking up one of the stencils.

“Okay, sweetheart. Let me know if you need any help. I’m going to work on the big maple tree next to the window,” you smiled.

“Daddy! You have to come see now! We’re done,” Jo yelled down the stairs.

“Coming, Princess!” Spencer replied.

Spencer entered the nursery with the double cloth baby bjorn on his chest holding the twins. The walls were adorned with colorful flowers, bumblebees, butterflies, trees, and birds.

“Oh my god, this is beautiful! My girls are so so talented!” Spencer praised.

“Do the babies like it?” Jo asked hopefully.

Spencer picked the babies up one by one and pretended they were whispering in his ear.

“Ollie and Ophelia both love it! They want to thank their Mommy and big sister for their amazing work! They can’t wait to sleep in here,” Spencer pretended to be relaying the message from the twins.

“You’re welcome, babies,” Jo beamed.

Spencer crouched down so Jo could give them both forehead kisses.

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teiasviago · 3 years ago

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Signs

Episode: “Je Souhaite” | Rated M | @today-in-fic | Warning: if any of the symptoms of pregnancy are squicky for you, it would be best to avoid this fic. Also, a reminder that we use Fahrenheit in the U.S., so don’t freak out at the wonky temperature stuff, my Celsius loaves.

Scully feels a little guilty for sending Mulder home last night after teasing him all day about what she was going to do to him in bed, but she blames her upset stomach on being “forced” to skip lunch that day. Scully had waved him off after three hours of on and off vomiting, feeling like she sent the entirety of her pizza and soda into the toilet.

She’d sent him back to his apartment so he’d stop hovering, his incessant chatter only magnifying the headache beginning to build at the base of her skull.

Mulder had called as soon as he got home, leaving a voicemail for her to please not come in tomorrow if she’s still sick. Well, Scully had fortunately felt right as rain when she woke up, aside from the minimal gnawing feeling in her stomach.

She regrets eating two bagels with lox and her real cream cheese now. This must be her punishment for breaking the rule of saving it for the fair amount of bad mornings she encounters. Her stomach’s mutinying again at the smell of Mulder’s black coffee and she can feel another toilet session coming on.

“Oh, God,” Scully whispers, all intent to apologize and press a soft kiss to his lips going out the proverbial door as she sprints out the real one and hauls ass to the bathroom.

She must have a stomach bug, Scully reasons, trying to even out her breathing as she folds some paper towels and wets them before pressing them against her face and neck. She’s suddenly feeling strangely hot, evidence of her sick flushed away.

Mulder knocks three times on the bathroom door. “Scully?”

“Yeah?” she sends back, splashing her face with water. She groans as she feels another gag coming on.

“I brought you some ginger ale and—and some Pepto Bismol. And Tums. I know you don’t like the Pepto but, you know, I figured this called for all the stops.”

She can imagine the look on his face as he hears her vomiting again. Scully checks her watch when it’s over. It’s still only 8:27 in the fucking morning!? How the hell is she supposed to make it through the rest of the workday like this?

The door hinges creak and she looks over at Mulder. “I told you not to come in if you’re still sick, Scully.”

“I wasn’t! I felt fine this morning, and then I walked in the office and smelled your coffee and...”

He leans against the counter and crosses his arms, puckering his lips as part of his exaggerated thinking face. Scully stands up straight and shoots him a look. Mulder shakes his head and puts his hands up. “Look, all I’m saying is that it looks like the same thing happened last night. As soon as we got out the ice cream, you bolted to the bathroom.”

She sighs and shakes her head. “What are you getting at, Mulder?”

“Just that you should go home and at least take a nap or something. If you stay off your feet for a few hours and relax, I’ll be happy. Nibble on some crackers, catch a soap opera...” Mulder shrugs. “You’re clearly sick, Scully. If not for yourself, do it on the chance that it’s contagious.”

Scully places the wet paper towel on the back of her neck, holding it there. “Fine. But only because it might be contagious.”

“I mean—that doesn’t make it better, but thank you nonetheless. Do you want me to drive you? What if there’s a random smell that sets you off on the ride there?”

She rolls her eyes but tells him, “Fine.”

—

Mulder’s assertion that certain smells have been setting off whatever’s going on with her stomach seem to be proven true when she comes back to the office after a few hours of rest and relaxation to the harsh sight of a man whose... whose mouth suddenly disappeared and had to be surgically recreated. Not a twinge from her stomach aside from shock butterflies.

Scully’s relieved that she’s been able to keep down her lunch. To be fair, it was crackers with a little cheese and a full two cups of water to make sure she was hydrated, but any food is good food. She proudly announces to Mulder during their ensuing flight the next day that it seems whatever illness hit is gone.

—

It’s not cold in Creve Coeur, Missouri—certainly not in Spring—but Scully’s feeling every degree of the breeze through the open windows like it’s in the thirties. She’s shivering the entire car ride to the Mark Twain Trailer Park, and noticeably enough for Mulder to glance at her with concern before putting up the windows and turning the heat up.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little cold.”

He frowns at that but lets it go until they hit a red light, when he leans over and presses his hand to her forehead.

Scully quirks her lips in a smile. “What are you doing?”

“Checking your temperature,” he replies. “You don’t seem to have a fever...”

“I’m fine, Mulder,” she insists, leaning into his hand for the few seconds she gets the light turns green.

“Alright, but if you’re still sick, Scully, then you have to promise me that you’ll go back to the motel, okay? I brought the meds just in case, if you need them.”

She smiles softly and places her hand on his arm. “Thank you.”

“It’s what a good boyfriend does.”

—

Her stomach bug really does seem to be gone, which is a relief. However, she’s now insatiably hungry for two things: Mulder, and the bagels from the bagel place two streets over from her apartment. Well, she consoles, one is attainable, at least. And, boy, does she attain it. They’re both breathing heavily by the time Scully’s through with him, and even though they’re sticky with sweat, she curls her body around Mulder’s anyway.

Her breasts are tingly, which has never happened after sex before, but she chalks it up to Mulder’s harsh treatment of her only a minute ago as she nuzzles his chest. She inhales and sighs happily. “I love the way you smell,” she murmurs.

He laughs and she feels it against her cheek. “Coming from the woman who made me start using a different deodorant,” he jokes, squeezing his arm around her shoulders. “Your nipples are darker.”

“What?” Scully props herself up with her forearm to make proper eye contact as her brows furrow.

“Yeah. I don’t know. They’re darker. Feel a little heavier, too. You didn’t notice?”

She shakes her head and laughs. “Unlike you, Mulder, I don’t spend hours studying my boobs.”

He shrugs and rolls them over so he’s hovering over her on his forearms. “Your loss.”

—

“Fuck,” she swears, digging around in her suitcase, fresh from her shower. She’s only got one hand because the other’s holding her towel wrap together.

“What?” Mulder asks around his toothbrush, exiting the bathroom. His tie is slung behind his neck and his suit jacket is waiting for him on the bed.

“I don’t have any panty liners.”

“Do you want me to go out and get some?” he asks, heading back to the bathroom to spit.

“Yeah, that would be great.” Scully walks past him into the still-warm bathroom and lets the towel drop as she uses the one wrapped around her hair to dry the wet strands.

“Alright. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” She drops the hair towel when he takes the singular step needed in the tiny motel bathroom to invade her space in favor of pulling him down for a kiss by the ends of his tie. “Mmm, settle down or the plan’ll be botched.”

“I was just thanking you,” Scully says, affecting innocence as she does his tie for him.

“For buying you panty liners? What would happen if I surprised you with some ice cream?”

“I would eat the ice cream.”

“Damn.” Mulder presses a kiss to the top of her head before heading out to put on his suit jacket. “Do you mind me asking why you need panty liners? Also! What brand?”

“Any with wings. And I need them because there’s been an unusual amount of vaginal discharge in my underwear and I don’t want to ruin any more of them.”

“Right.” He steps back in view of the bathroom and takes in her naked body.

Scully raises an eyebrow at him. “What?”

(Their books on pregnancy are buried inside their storage closets from a time best forgotten.)

“Nothing. I just like looking at you.”

She smiles at him, drying her hair again. “Get going, hotshot.”

—

Halfway through the flight home, Scully discovers something that makes her a bit worried. She’s not supposed to get her period until next week, so the blood on the liner she quickly tosses away with shaky hands can’t be because of that. She tries to forget about it as she walks back to her seat next to Mulder, but he must see something on her face that prompts him to ask if she’s okay.

“I’m fine,” she lies, managing to give him a smile. “Just tired.”

He seems to accept that and leaves her be. It’s not even a lie; she feels exhausted after everything that happened over the past few days. Scully makes a mental note to book an emergency appointment with her Ob-Gyn when they land, and closes her eyes.

—

“Dana,” Dr. Namin starts, disrupting her patient’s thumb twiddling.

Scully abruptly stands up as her doctor moves to stand in front of the exam table, computer and several documents in hand. “You don’t look concerned,” she says, following Namin to the exam table.

“Because there’s nothing to be concerned about at this stage except plenty of rest, hydration, and eating at least three good meals a day,” Scully’s doctor replies, opening up her computer and spreading out the documents. “We’ve done all the tests you asked for, but nothing came up. However, based on the symptoms you listed, I performed one more, and that’s where we found the culprit.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re pregnant, Dana. Plain and simple. Congratulations.” Dr. Namin slides one of the documents towards Scully, who takes it. “You’re about three and a half weeks along. You can take all the papers. There’s suggestions for all the prenatal vitamins you’ll need to take and how much water to drink in a day. Resources for managing symptoms, too.”

Scully nods dumbly, tears gathering in her eyes as she stares at the diagnosis. “Um, when should I come back?”

“Don’t worry about that right now, I’ll have someone give you a call with that information. Just relax and enjoy the news. I remember how much you wanted this, Dana. I...I don’t know how this happened, but the baby’s doing well. Minor bleeding is completely normal and you don’t need to worry. If it gets worse or doesn’t stop soon, then come back.”

“Okay,” Scully chokes out, smiling widely as she wipes away her tears and collects the documents on the exam table.

—

She spends a few hours at her apartment trying to figure out how to tell Mulder the good news but gets nowhere. In the middle of pacing around her couch, one arm unconsciously wrapped around her abdomen, her phone starts ringing.

“Scully speaking.”

“Agent Scully,” Skinner starts, and she immediately knows that Mulder’s done something stupid again, “could you check on Agent Mulder? He snuck into my meeting and was yelling at my chair.”

“Yes, of course, sir.”

“Thank you.”

Scully hangs up the phone and sighs heavily. Looks like God’s giving her a sign to just get it over with. When she enters the office, however, the woman Mulder keeps insisting is a genie is there, too. She licks her lips nervously and tries to ignore her.

“Skinner called me, Mulder. Is everything alright?”

Sitting at the desk, computer on, she has to wonder what he’s doing. “You don’t remember disappearing off the face of the Earth for an hour this morning?”

She gives her head a small shake as she tells him, “No,” truly starting to get concerned.

Mulder just shrugs with a little smile and gets back to typing with a nonchalant, “Well, I guess everything’s okay.”

Get it out, just say it, she thinks, trying to psych herself up. She sighs. “Mul—” But the woman’s still there in the office. “Could you give us a minute, please?”

“Sure,” the woman—Jenn, Mulder told her on the plane—says with a nod.

Scully steps closer to the desk, butterflies in her stomach. Jenn isn’t moving, and it’s making her annoyed, quite frankly. “Like, today?” she says, turning around, but the black-haired woman is nowhere to be found, not even in the annex. Scully turns back to her partner, extremely confused. “Where the hell’d she go?”

Mulder childishly imitates a genie disappearing and she feels the sudden urge to laugh at the thought that this man is the father of her child. “No...” she says, softening the guffaw trying to escape to a scoff-laugh. “It’s gotta—” She scoffs for real this time. “It’s gotta be hypnotism, or—or mesmerism, or something.”

And thus begins the verbal sparring. As he lists all the things he wants for the world, Scully thinks, again, of how this is the father of her child. Something suspiciously soft is trying to emerge from her heart as she responds, and she’s a coward to boot, so she leaves without telling him. Driving back to her apartment, Scully feels guilty at how little effort she put into trying to break the news to Mulder. She just—she doesn’t know what to make of the news herself, let alone how to explain it to him.

An hour into The Exorcist, hugging a pillow as she wishes Mulder was watching it with her, the phone rings. “Scully, do you wanna come over and watch a movie? I’ve got your favorite popcorn...”

She grins. “Of course. I’ll bring the drinks.”

—

They’ve both changed their clothes for the movie night, and when Mulder opens the door, they’re sporting matching grins. “Oh, zero alcohol content?” he faux complains, taking the case of six drinks into the kitchen. “Is this your punishment for me, Scully?”

She elects not to respond as she follows him and takes out the package of popcorn and a pot. “Can you grab the olive oil, Mulder?”

“Yeah, of course.” He puts four of the drinks in the fridge before reaching into one of the cabinets to grab the oil and put it on the counter next to the stove, which Scully’s turning it on.

“I’ll never understand why you won’t just microwave them. It’s faster.”

“Yeah, but if you do it in the pot, it tastes better,” she shoots back, opening the package and pouring the kernels into the pot.

“That’s just because of the oil.”

“Well, you can continue to eat shitty popcorn for the rest of your life if you want, but I’m going to eat my good popcorn.”

They turn to face each other as the kernels pop and hit the lid, a staring contest beginning. Scully wins when she licks her lips and distracts Mulder enough to get him to blink.

“Ha! I got you! I win!”

“That’s cheating!”

“I won!” she says in a sing-song voice, emptying the finished popcorn into the bowl.

Mulder shakes his head with a smile. “Why don’t you take the drinks and get comfortable. I’ll finish the popcorn.”

Scully nods and does as he suggests, but as she’s crossing into the living room, she pauses and turns around. “No butter, please,” she says, and he turns around with a scoop of butter in a bowl in his right hand, the handle of the microwave in the other.

“No... butter...?” She nods. “We always put butter on the popcorn, Scully.”

“Well, I don’t want butter this time,” she says, and makes her way to the couch, sitting down and placing the drinks on the coffee table. She hears Mulder sigh heavily and put the bowl of butter in the fridge before making his way to the living room, bowl of popcorn in hand.

He shakes his head as he grabs the movie case from the table and inserts it into the player. “Can’t believe you don’t want butter on your popcorn. Eugh. It’s un-American.” He steps around the table and sits down next to Scully.

She takes the case from where he left it and makes a face. “Caddyshack, Mulder?” she questions.

“It’s a classic American movie,” he insists, grabbing his drink and propping his feet up.

“That’s what every guy says.” Scully grabs her own and untwists the cap, tossing it onto the table. Mulder does the same, but his bounces off onto the floor, and she laughs into the bottle. “So, uh... What’s the occasion?” she asks, as if they still take the justifying movie nights thing seriously.

Last week’s was I thought you might need some help feeding your fish.

“I don’t know. Just felt like the thing to do. Cheers.”

Maybe it is time to turn over a new leaf, especially considering the baby growing inside her, cell by cell. They clink their bottles—“Cheers,” she says—and drink. Tell him, tell him, tell hi—

“I don’t know if you noticed, but I, um, never made the world a happier place.”

They nod together and Scully knows that this is the moment to tell him. She takes a deep breath. “Well, I’m fairly happy. That’s something.” A smile slides onto her face and she looks at him, a lot more than fairly happy now. “Actually, I’m ecstatic.” She gives a little laugh and reaches into her pocket for the piece of paper she’d stared at for hours earlier.

“Really? Is there a specific reason, or...?”

Scully pulls the paper out and looks at the blue highlighted text on the portion of the paper that’s not folded back for a moment before handing it to Mulder. “That’s why,” she says, voice trembling a little out of happiness.

She watches his face as the words sink in. He reads it again, murmuring, “Diagnosis: pregnancy (3.5 weeks),” as he does so, a grin spreading across his lips. “Scully...”

“I know,” she says, setting her bottle on the table, and before Mulder can say anything else, she cups his cheeks and kisses him, unwilling to fight the urge.

“Scully, this is wonderful!” He laughs joyously and kisses her again, setting the paper and his drink on the table. “I’m so happy.” He brings her into his embrace and buries his face in her shoulder for a long moment, both of them starting to cry. He suddenly pulls away and puts his hand on her abdomen under her shirt, his other arm still wrapped around Scully.

“I love you,” she tells him.

“I love you, too,” he replies.

#txf #fanfiction #msr #mine #wahhhh!!!!!#i love: them #i had so much fun writing this ksdjhfkjs like an inordinate amount

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nelapanela94 · 3 years ago

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Levi x Fem!Y/N

Levi and Y/N choosing a name for the new member of their family.

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Kids had never been a topic of conversation between Levi and Y/N, and much less were they part of the plans. Now they were both in her room, listening in disbelief to the doctor announcing the big news to the soon to be parents.

"We appreciate your discretion, Doc" Y/N said while putting her shirt on.

"My lips are sealed" He swiped his thumb and index fingers across his lips, pretending to zip and lock his mouth. "Everything seems alright so far. I'll set an appointment within two weeks" Y/N nodded and he finished packing the instruments before taking his leave.

Levi was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and eyes closed. Y/N chewed her lower lip waiting for him to say something. "You said you'd timed it"

"I'm sorry I miscalculated" she walked towards the black-haired man and stopped in front of him. "Are you angry? It's only seven weeks, we still can..."

"Don't even think about it" We warned opening one eye. The steel gray orb landed on her face. "We're having the brat together Y/N" He reassured. "And I'm not angry, I'm just surprised" He let out a sigh. With both eyes opened, he scanned her face looking for a reaction. She looked at him with her mouth agape as tears of joy were forming in her eyes. Then, the sweetest smile drew on her lips. "You don't know how lucky I am to have you by my side, Levi" She whispered before pressing her lips on his.

Levi and Y/N had kept their relationship a secret for over a year, and only Erwin, Hange, Mike and Moblit knew about it. The ravenette had threatened the energetic Hange with killing the precious titans they used for research if they let it slip off their mouth. However, they let the secret escaped when Moblit was around, and that's how he learned. Fortunately, no one else heard, and Moblit was good at keeping secrets.

Y/N and her boyfriend entered the commander's office.

"Levi, Y/N, what brings you here? Today is your day off"

"There's something you need to know" Levi bluntly said.

"Erwin" the young woman took a deep breath. It was now or never "I'm pregnant" She averted the eyes, biting her inner cheek. Erwin's eyebrows rose at the news. "But it wasn't my fault, it was Levi's" She gabbled and hid behind the ravenette, who was standing next to her.

"Congratulations" A corner of his mouth lifted. Y/N poke her head from behind Levi's shoulder. "Thanks!"

"It also means you'll be out of the field for a while" The commander was happy for them; but concerned at the same time. Y/N was a skillful soldier and a great asset on expeditions. Her absence would be noticeable. Levi, on the other hand, was glad and relieved Y/N wasn't taking part on any upcoming mission, meaning one less concern for him.

As months passed by, Y/N's belly began to stick out, making it impossible to hide her pregnancy any longer and rumors about the father's identity spread among the scouts. "I'll tell you when the baby is born" She'd firmly stated. They tried to guess and even make their bets, but they were not even close. No one would believe that the ever stoic, ill-mannered captain was soon to become a dad.

"Don't mind them" Y/N told Levi once.

"I hate when they insinuate you're a..."

"You and I know the truth, it's all that matters. I can't care less about their comments" she placed a kiss on his cheek. "Now, I want some rice with cheese and strawberry jam on top"

"That sounds disgusting"

"it's not, you gotta try it"

And obviously he'd go downtown to get the damn cheese she liked.

When Levi was hectic with work, Hange and Moblit looked after Y/N. The brunette researcher was too excited and impatient to meet their nephew or niece. Since the future mother didn't want to be a burden, she volunteered to take notes and help with the transcription of the investigation reports, even though Moblit insisted she didn't have to.

The night before the 57th expedition, Y/N and Levi were lying on his bed, his calloused hands caressing her belly. "Please, come back home to me safe and sound" she placed a peck on his lips. "To us" and her hand found his. "I want a boy" she said with a smile. "With your hair, your nose and your eyes"

"The brat will have your looks"

"But..."

"Listen Y/N, I promise I'll come back to you" he kissed the back of her hand. "The doctor said you'll deliver anytime soon. I'll be there for you"

The 57th expedition beyond the walls ended up in an utter mess. Countless lives lost, including Levi's squad. Injured soldiers with missing limbs and on the verge of death. Y/N waited for Levi in the SC headquarters. The doctor had advised her not to travel to Karaness since she could go into labor any moment. When Levi opened the door, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. She would not let go, as if her life depended on it. He cupped her face and passionately kissed her. The expedition didn't even last a day, but it felt like a century.

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Levi was impatiently waiting outside the delivery room, nervously walking back and forth and cussing under his breath. "Take a seat Levi" Hange worriedly said. "Your leg is still healing"

"Shut up, shitty eyes"

In truth, he didn't mind the damn leg.

"Captain Levi" he heard the nurse's voice. "You can come in now"

"Congratulations to you and Y/N!" Hange squealed in excitement. "Take your time, I'll be waiting downstairs."

Levi opened the door and found Y/N sitting on the bed, with her back resting on the headboard and the newborn in her arms. He dragged a chair and took a seat next to the bed, placing a hand on Y/N’s. “Are you ok?”

“I am” She assured. “I’m just exhausted”

“Did you give your mom a hard time, brat?” He said rubbing the baby’s head with his thumb, careful enough to not wake him up.

“Isn’t he cute?”

“Yeah, we did a good job” He proudly said. A smirk showed on his face. “We did have fun” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head.

“I haven’t thought in a name yet”

“Me neither” He sweetly placed a kiss on the side of her head.

“I guess we’ll have the time to come up with a good one” She looked down at the new bundle of joy and smiled. “Daddy and I will protect you at all cost little one” She whispered.

Levi couldn’t keep his eyes off of the new member of their family. The new life they had created, half him, half Y/N; he now had another reason to fight for.

After the battle against the colossus and the armored titans to bring back Eren and Historia, the Survey Corps were left on the brink of dissolution. Dimo Reeves and two of his employees were found death in the middle of Trost. Commander Erwin was to blame for the murders and all the remaining members of the Scout Legion were to ceased their activities and turn in to the Military Police. Erwin had previously made an arrangement to hide Y/N and the baby in a brothel room in Trost. The sole idea made Levi uneasy, but he was aware Y/N was not in the condition to escape along with the rest of the scouts while protecting Eren and Historia.

Nonetheless, her hideout was discovered by the M.P.

A tall man broke into the establishment looking for Y/N; and out of fear, the owner gave her away. The man didn't bother to knock and kicked the door open to her room. The place was dark, the smell of recently blown out candles still lingered in the air. Y/N had managed to take the baby in her arms and hide under the kitchenette counter. Tears were running down her cheeks, and cold sweat bathed her entire body. She was quivering in panic, and covered her mouth with one hand to drown her crying. She was praying to all the known gods for the little one not to start crying anytime soon. Surprisingly, he was staring up at her with a cute toothless smile and bright steel gray eyes.

"Well, well, you can't hide from me for too long" the man laughed as he searched around. "Gotcha!" Y/N jolted and cried harder when she saw the gun aiming at her. "Let's end this nice and smooth"

"Who are you?" She asked between sobs. "Why...?"

"Shhh, I'm afraid I'm not here to answer your questions, young lady"

"Please" She pleaded. "Kill me, but don't hurt my baby"

The man's expression turned into a scowl. "Baby? They never mention anything about a baby" He muttered. The infant's cry filled the room, and the coated man grunted.

"Can I... put him to bed?"

"Make it fast"

She stood up slowly, her knees almost giving in. She walked to the bed rocking the baby, feeling the gun on her back. The cry finally came to a halt. Y/N placed a kiss on the baby's forehead and whispered "I love you" before tucking him between two pillows. Then, she turned around with her hands up. The man put the pistol in the case and was about to take his knife out, when a glinting, flower shaped object hanging around her neck caught his attention. His forehead furrowed and walked towards her with a menacing look on his face. "Where did you get this?" he growled, grabbing the pendant in his hand.

"The baby's father gave it to me" She replied, her eyes shut, waiting for the knife to slice her throat.

"May I know his name?"

"Levi, Captain Levi from the Scout Legion"

"I see" His scowl turned into a smirk. "The midget managed to get himself a pretty lady and make her a child. I guess he did learn something after all"

"Uh?" Y/N snapped her eyes open, confused at his sudden reaction.

"What's the baby's name?"

"We haven't had the time to think about it yet. I just call him baby, and Levi opted for brat"

The mysterious man took his knife out and with the free hand, he grabbed a fist full of her hair. With a swift movement, Y/N long strands of hair fell on the floor. It was too fast she didn't even have the time to shriek. "Change your clothes and grab the little runt." He ordered. "I'm getting you out of here" Y/N nodded in understanding and changed into a big shirt, loose pants and her boots. She then wrapped the baby in an improvised baby carrier she made out of a blanket.

"I'm ready" She gulped and everything went black.

Y/N woke up in a small cabin in the middle of the woods. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. The man with the hat was sitting at a chair across the room, while the baby laid peacefully next to her on the bed. The headache make her wince in pain.

"Sorry, but they had to believe you were dead" He bluntly said as he stood up. He put his coat on and fix his hat before leaving.

"Wait. I have plenty of questions sir. Who are you? What is this place? Why did you save us? What about the necklace..."

"You really are a pain in the ass" He complained. "The necklace was a present for my sister. I had it crafted for her when we were young" He turned around. "Ackerman. Levi Ackerman is his full name. Take good care of the little brat" He continued his way to the exit.

"Wait" She got off the bed and followed him. "Who are you to Levi?"

Without turning around, he replied. "An old acquaintance"

Y/N didn't ask anything else. She stared at the man's back as he walked away. When the man was out of sight, Y/N finally relaxed, letting out all the tension contained in her body. While the baby was still asleep, she did a little house tour. There was not much to see, honestly, but the place was cozy enough. There was food for at least three days in the kitchen, as well as barrels of clean water and firewood. She went back to the bedroom, laid next to the sleeping bundle and caressed his black strands of hair. "It seems you're an Ackerman after all" She chuckled. "Your father..." Her eyes saddened. "I wish I could go and find him, but I'm still recovering and taking you with me would be a high risk." She heavily sighed and closed her eyes. "I do hope he's doing well."

A couple of days later, a heavy knock on the door startled Y/N. She swallowed hard and tucked the baby in the bed "Shhh" She put her index finger on her lips, "I need you to be quiet. Do it for mommy" She said in a whispered, then headed to the kitchen. She grabbed a pan and slowly walked towards the door; her hand landed on the knob as cold drops of sweat traveled down her temples. "Oi! Y/N, it's me. I know you're in there, open up" Without a second thought, she twisted the doorknob and found her Levi standing there, with stains of blood on his face and clothes. Y/N glomped the ravenette.

"Levi!" She squealed; her eyes already glistened. "Oi" He fought to keep his balance and embraced her tightly. "Don't leave me alone again" She sniffed.

"I promise I won't" He muttered. "And can you get rid of that damn pan? It's making me nervous"

"Sorry" She threw it away. "I can't believe you're finally here. Please tell me this is not a dream?"

"This is all real" He pulled apart and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Are you alright? did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, Levi. That tall man with the cool hat was sent to kill me, but he changed his mind when I mentioned your name and hid me in this place instead. Are we even near the city? and how did you find me?"

"He told me where to find you" He pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"Come on in, somebody wants to see you" she took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. Levi sat at the edge of the bed and a small warm smile drew on his face. The giggling baby wrapped his little hand around Levi's index finger. "Y/N" he called her name.

"Huh?"

"Have you thought of a name already?"

"Not really"

"What about Kenny?"

"Kenny? I actually like it" She smiled and rested a hand on Levi's shoulder. "Kenny Ackerman will be, then"

#levi x y/n #levi aot #levi ackerman fanfiction #levixreader #levi x reader #levi ackerman #aot #aot fanfiction #aot oneshots #snk levi #snk

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joeygoeshollywood · 4 years ago

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My 25 Favorite Films of 2020

Well, this was quite the crazy year, especially for movies. While many films that were slated to be released this year were postponed due to the coronavirus pandemic, this year still provided some laughs, tears, and thrills both in theaters and in the living room.

(NOTE: Due to the delayed awards season calendar and postponed Oscar bait films that are unavailable to be seen before the end of 2020, this list will eventually be updated after having seen the following films: The Father, Minari, News of the World, Nomadland, One Night in Miami, Pieces of a Woman, Promising Young Woman)

Here are my 25 favorite films of the year:

25. Kajillionaire

Quirky filmmaker Miranda July is back with her first feature in nearly a decade. Kajillionaire is a bizarre but captivating tale about a family of criminal grifters and how the daughter reevaluates her strained relationship with her parents after an outsider is welcomed into the fold. Evan Rachel Wood takes what could have easily been dismissed as a goofy caricature in Old Dolio (yes, that’s her name) and turns into a heartfelt portrayal of a woman whose lifestyle of freeloading dictated by her parents (played by Debra Winger and Richard Jenkins) becomes her own crisis. In many ways, Kajillionaire feels like a fantasy that keeps people asking, “What on earth is going on?” And this time, it’s for the best.

24. Freaky

Revamping decades-old plots like the body-swapping antics from Freaky Friday can either result in a predictable failure or a surprising success. Thankfully, Freaky falls into the latter category. In this horror comedy, a deranged serial killer (played by Vince Vaughn) swaps bodies with his victim, a timid teen girl (played by Kathryn Newton). What makes the film work though are the dedicated lead performances, particularly by Vaughn, who is pretty convincing as young girl trapped in a grown man’s body. With a few good laughs and decent thrills, Freaky is worth the watch.

23. The Outpost

The Outpost is an intense film about the real-life story of small group of US troops isolated by surrounding mountains in Afghanistan, under the constant threat of the Taliban, which ultimately comes to a head in the Battle of Kamdesh. The film captures the harrowing experiences of these soldiers with heart-pounding action sequences, which are fueled by a solid cast including Scott Eastwood, Caleb Landry Jones, and Orlando Bloom.

22. Uncle Frank

Paul Bettany may be best known for playing The Vision in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but he should be celebrated as his title character in Uncle Frank, a touching dramedy set in 1973 about an NYU professor who returns home to his estranged family for his father’s funeral while his niece, played by rising star Sophia Lillis, idolizes him for teaching her to be her authentic self while he keeps his sexuality a secret. Bettany brilliantly balances the coolness of his stature with the internal agony that ultimately hits a boiling point, which is counterbalanced by Peter Macdissi’s fun performance as Frank’s happy-go-lucky lover who accompanies him back home despite his wishes.

21. Hillbilly Elegy

Hillbilly Elegy was panned by critics over politics that had absolutely no role the film. Based on the best-selling memoir by J.D. Vance, the newest feature from Ron Howard shows the journey of a boy who despite all odds growing up in a poor family that constantly struggled with abuse and addition managed to get into Yale Law School and achieve the American dream. While both Gabriel Basso and Owen Asztalos hold the film together as the younger and older Vance in the present and flashback scenes, Amy Adams as the impulsive, irresponsible mother and an unrecognizable Glenn Close as the no-nonsense inspiring grandmother that turn Hillbilly Elegy into an acting tour de force.

20. The Trial of the Chicago 7

Oscar-winning screenwriter Aaron Sorkin sits in the director’s chair once again in this courtroom drama about the real-life protesters who showed up in Chicago during the 1968 Democratic National Convention. With themes that resonate today, The Trial of the Chicago 7 benefits from its sharp screenplay, well-paced editing, and an outstanding ensemble cast that includes Eddie Redmayne, Mark Rylance, Yahoo Abdul-Mateen II, Sacha Baron Cohen, Jeremy Strong, Frank Langella, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, and Michael Keaton.

19. Yellow Rose

Broadway actress Eva Noblezada makes her film debut as an aspiring country singer on the run after her mother, an illegal immigrant, is obtained for deportation. Yellow Rose presents a nuanced depiction of US immigration, but at the heart of it is a heartbreaking story of a young woman who struggles between putting her family or her dreams first. Between Noblezada’s powerful performance and solid original music, Yellow Rose hits all the right chords.

18. Palm Springs

Move over, Groundhog Day. While the Bill Murray classic has largely monopolized the time loop film genre, Palm Springs gives it a run for its money. Andy Sandberg and Cristin Milioti star as the unlikely duo who are stranded reliving the same dreaded wedding day involving mutual acquaintances and their desperate efforts to escape the seemingly inescapable. The Hulu comedy stands on its own two feet for the good laughs, the chemistry between the two leads, and the film’s emotionally-grounded plot.

17. Let Him Go

Kevin Costner and Diane Lane reunite on the big screen after playing farmer parents in Man of Steel to rancher grandparents in Let Him Go, although this time they are able to display their full acting chops. In this period dramatic thriller, they set out to find their only grandchild following the death of their son only to discover that the widowed daughter-in-law remarried into an infamous crime family. While both Costner and Lane tug at the heartstrings, it’s Lesley Manville, who plays the ruthless matriarch of the family, that really takes command of the screen. Ultimately, Let Him Go is all about family and the lengths one is willing to go to protect it.

16. Unhinged

In a year plagued by the pandemic, Unhinged led the way to the revival of movie theaters back in August and perhaps in some ways it was meant to be the film to do so as the themes of a rage-fueled society and the lack of human connection carry weight. Russell Crowe stars, as the title suggests, as an unhinged psychopath whose road rage torments a woman and her adolescent son. Unhinged is the epitome of pure entertainment and is why we go to the movies. While it’s not quite the most sophisticated thriller of the year, it’s still one helluva ride.

15. Emma

Anya Taylor-Joy has had quite the year with both highs (The Queen’s Gambit) and lows (The New Mutants). But it began before the pandemic with the release of Emma, which she stars as the iconic Jane Austen title character, a socialite who meddles in the love life of others while refusing to acknowledge her own shortcomings in that department. Supported with a strong ensemble cast, beautiful production design, and comedic charm, Emma is not to be missed.

14. The Invisible Man

ln the era of remakes and reboots, very few are as good as Universal’s latest monster flick revival of The Invisible Man. Elisabeth Moss stars as a woman who believes she’s being haunted by her abusive ex-husband, someone she becomes convinced faked his own death and is stalking her without being able to be seen. Filmmaker Leigh Whannell, the writer behind the Saw and Insidious horror franchises, generates good thrills and high-wire tension with the help of high production value and a terrifyingly-good performance from Moss.

13. Dick Johnson is Dead

Documentarian Kirsten Johnson filmed a beautiful, intimate tribute to her father Dick Johnson, who has been suffering from Alzheimer's in the final years of his life. However, instead of dreading his death, both daughter and father embrace it by having him acting out several scenes of his over-the-top demises. Dick Johnson is Dead may focus on the subject manner of death, but this documentary actually celebrates life and the laughs that happen along the way.

12. The Wolf of Snow Hollow

Perhaps one of the littlest-known films of the year, The Wolf of Snow Hollow is not your conventional indie comedy horror flick. Writer/director Jim Cummings stars as an overly-heated police officer who attempts to get to the bottom of a string of murders in his small, snowy Utah town by what appears to be some sort of werewolf, though he remains unconvinced. Featuring one of the final performances from veteran actor Robert Forster, The Wolf of Snow Hollow uses its quirky sense of humor to stand out from the rest of the pack.

11. The Gentlemen

The Gentlemen is a fun, action-packed, crime caper from Guy Ritchie about the London turf war of drug kingpins. Matthew McConaughey, Charlie Hunnam, Henry Goulding, Michelle Dockery, and Colin Ferrell all round out the strong cast, but its Hugh Grant that really steals the show as the comedically manipulative Fletcher, whose only allegiance is to himself. If you like a stylish film with well-choreographed violence and a fast-paced plot, The Gentlemen should be your cup of tea.

10. Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom

Some of the best play-to-film adaptations are the films that feel like you’re watching a play, and Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom is one of them. Produced by Denzel Washington, Viola Davis gives a transformative performance as Ma Rainey, known as the “mother of the blues” and the clash she had with a pair of White music producers, but she also butts heads with her trumpet player (played by the late Chadwick Boseman), who also has his own music ambitions. While Davis obviously gives other Oscar-worthy performance, it was Boseman who was able to show how incredibly gifted he was as an actor. And while the world lost him far too soon, at least his last role ended up being his greatest.

9. The Kid Detective

One of the biggest surprises of the year was how good a movie starring and produced by Adam Brody was. Brody plays a washed up former kid detective who attempts to revive his once-celebrated career of solving mysteries by getting to the bottom of a murder in his hometown. The Kid Detective is a brilliant dark comedy from newcomer writer/director Evan Morgan with good laughs, plenty of plot twists, and a career-best performance from Brody, who proves he’s more than just the pretty face from The O.C. we all know him as.

8. Mank

Citizen Kane is widely regarded as one of the greatest films ever made and Mank is a worthy tribute. Gary Oldman stars as the title character Herman “Mank” Mankiewicz, the Oscar-winning screenwriter behind the iconic film. David Fincher (The Social Network, Gone Girl) managed to capture the epic scale of the 1941 classic that would make Orson Welles proud.

7. Soul

Soul is one of those rare existential Pixar films that goes beyond being children’s entertainment. Following in the footsteps of 2015′s Inside Out, Soul depicts what happens to the soul of a jazz musician who’s convinced his time on Earth isn’t over. While the universe created to explain how souls work and the plot that went along with it falls short of its emotions predecessor, Soul is still high-caliber among Pixar films and a great movie for both kids and adults alike.

6. Another Round

Perhaps the greatest work from Swedish director Thomas Vinterberg to date, Another Round follows four unsatisfied middle aged men who decide to take a theory of task from a Norwegian psychiatrist, who concluded that maintaining a blood alcohol level of 0.050 will enhance their mental and psychological state. Mads Mikkelsen, who’s best known to American audiences as Hannibal Lecter in the short-lived NBC series Hannibal and the Bond villain in Casino Royale, offers a strong, nuanced performance as one of the four educators who embraces this drinking challenge in a film that provides an equal balance of chuckles, cringes, and emotional gut punches.

5. I’m Thinking of Ending Things

From the crazy mastermind of Charlie Kaufman, the writer behind Being John Malkovich, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and Anomalisa, his latest on Netflix is too a mind-bender. I’m Thinking of Ending Things is a surreal, zany, and at times disturbing examination of the human condition as the nameless female protagonist played by an incredible Jessie Buckley mulls over breaking up with her boyfriend (played by Jesse Plemons) while visiting his parents’ house. Accompanied with a stellar production design and a crazy-good performance from Toni Collette as “Mother,” Kaufman newest cerebral feature lives up to his iconic reputation of filmmaking.

4. Da 5 Bloods

Spike Lee is one of the few genius filmmakers who is able to blend multiple genres together and his latest film is no different. Da 5 Bloods is an action adventure, buddy comedy, dramatic character study, and war movie all wrapped up into one about a group of Vietnam War veterans who return to the former battlegrounds to find the remains of one of their fallen soldiers as well as some treasure that they kept hidden years ago. With a strong ensemble cast that includes the late Chadwick Boseman, its longtime character actor Delroy Lindo who steals the show with his powerful performance. Da 5 Bloods is easily one of Netflix’s strongest films to date.

3. The Assistant

One of the first #MeToo-era films, The Assistant offers the day in the life of a low-level female staffer of a production company who is haunted by the presence of her Harvey Weinstein-like boss (who never actually appears in the film). However, rather than depicting the dramatics of sexual misconduct, The Assistant uses the common subtleties and nuances of the workplace yet maintains the same tension and heartbreak. Anchored by the remarkable, devastating performance by up-and-comer Julia Garner (Ozark), The Assistant is as important as it is well-done.

2. Sound of Metal

Riz Ahmed gives the performance of his career as a heavy metal drummer and former addict whose sudden battle with going deaf upends his life. Sound of Metal is an incredible experience that gives a rare glimpse in the American deaf community which is enhanced by the remarkable sound design that helps the audience actually hear what the musician is going through. It’s truly one of the most rewarding films of the year.

1. The Climb

The Climb takes the generic “man sleeps with his best friend’s fiancé” storyline and turns it on its head. In his feature debut as writer and director, Michael Angelo Covino leads as the not-so-apologetic adulterer Mike and Kyle Marvin, who co-wrote the film, is the good-hearted Kyle who struggles to whether or not to forgive his best friend’s ultimately betrayal. Not only is The Climb is quirky and hilariously written, it’s a remarkably well-made comedy with some of the year’s best cinematography. Between a strong cast, a superb screenplay, and the extremely-high production value, The Climb is at the top of the mountain of 2020′s best films.

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Dream SMP Recap (March 12/2021) - Exiting the Vault

After Sam finally checks the cell and discovers that Tommy is alive, Tommy exits Pandora’s Vault at last. Everyone on the server starts coming to terms with Tommy’s return, while both Tommy and Ranboo are set on a new goal:

To kill Dream for good.

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VOD LINKS:

Foolish

Tubbo

Fundy

Tommy

Jack Manifold

Ranboo

Eret

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- Tommy is in prison. Still there.

Dream: “I’m starving! Can you give me that? Can I have that?”

- Tommy throws him a potato.

Tommy: “I only have one.”

Dream: “Oh, well you can have it then.”

- Tommy eats some potatoes.

Tommy: “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why do you look like that?”

Dream: “It’s a mask.”

- They talk about Dream face-revealing and Tommy concludes that it must be sewn onto his face.

Dream: “Sam has not visited us in like a week! He hates me!”

- Tommy throws him the last of his potatoes. There’s no way of knowing how long time’s passed in the cell.

Tommy: “I’m still...I can’t believe you did that.”

Dream: “You were the one pushing me to do it! You were basically begging me to!”

- Tommy throws an item frame, a book and two potatoes into the lava.

- He boasts that he hasn’t cried

- Tommy sees Sam’s nametag by the lava and rushes over. Sam tells Tommy to run to the corner and Tommy gets out via damage pot. Tommy confronts Sam about letting him die. Sam is just shocked to see him alive.

- Tommy flicks the switches to let the lava down, wanting to look at Dream. He says a last “fuck you” and walks after Sam to get out.

Tommy: “Suck it, green boy.”

- Tommy tells Sam off for failing at his job again, as they go through the security measures.

Tommy: “Sam, you kept me in this prison for thirty-two days!”

Sam: “Tommy, I didn’t even know you were here -- I haven’t even gone to feed him!”

- He tells Sam that Dream is going to escape.

Tommy: “You are now the most powerful man on this server -- not Dream, you are, ‘cause you withhold him! And you can’t even stop him from killing me! You’re not qualified to run this prison, Sam.But that’s beyond the point, alright? Look at me -- Dream is going to escape, he told me that he’s planning on escaping, alright? Technoblade owes him a favor, Technoblade owes him a favor -- I’ve seen everything!”

- Tommy tells Sam that he can’t have any visitors ever. He tells Sam about the revive book, that that’s how he’s back.

- Tommy exits through the Nether portal. The first thing he sees when he gets out is the giant penis statue.

- He starts walking down the path and sees Tubbo working on Bee ‘n’ Boo. Tubbo sees him and runs away initially. He doesn’t believe Tommy is real.

- Tommy points out the bench where they listened to music after defeating Dream -- but they didn’t defeat Dream, and now they need to kill him and also probably Technoblade.

- Tubbo tells Tommy about the inn and also getting married.

- Next, Tommy speaks with Sam Nook and sees Jack Manifold at the desk. Jack is outraged.

Jack: “No, you’re dead, you’re dead! You died, I grieved for you! You’re not back! No one comes back, I mean -- oh -- MOST people don’t come back!”

Tommy: “No I’m alright. Anyway, um --”

- Jack is furious. He tells Tommy he’s been trying to kill him for two months.

Jack: “That’s the problem. All the time, you belittle me, you dismiss me, you drop me in a pool of lava, I’m the only person who tried to visit you when you were in exile, and you forget me! Like I’m nothing! And when I try and finally get my own back, I launch NUKES at you and you didn’t even care!”

- Tommy talks about Moana. Then they argue some more.

Tommy: “Jack, what you’re doing here is creating a villain for yourself, alright? And when I was gone, you didn’t have that. You’re so glad I’m back, you need to stop -- you’re just creating a villain out of nowhere, alright?”

- Tommy tells Jack he’s changed, he’s seen things in death, he’s trying to hold himself together like it’s still the old him, but he’s struggling.

- Jack draws his axe. Tommy tells him to put it away.

Jack: “You died and you think you’re all that, you think you learned everything. I died! We died! I died because of you!”

- Tommy leaves the hotel, telling Jack he can keep the hotel for now while he deals with bigger issues.

Jack: “This isn’t the end.”

Tommy: “It probably is.”

- Tommy sees Tubbo watching him from on top of the McPuffy’s.

Tommy: “He’s staring at me like I’m not even real. And he’s got a new best friend -- a new husband!”

- He sees all the statues by his house. Connor is inside, freaked out to see him.

- Tommy tells Connor to move out again, and Connor gives him his diary -- Connor misses Schlatt, wants to solve mortality, knows Karl’s secret (thinks he should see a doctor) and missed Tommy when he died.

- Tommy tells Connor what he went through. Connor says they need prison reform. Tommy tells Connor that Sam isn’t fit to run the prison, and Connor moves back into Ninja’s house.

- He takes a quick look at L’manhole.

Tommy: “I fuckin’ miss when times were simpler, and all I had to worry about was defeating one big green guy. And all I had to do was follow someone else’s lead. And now it looks like I’m gonna have to follow my own lead. So the server seems to have changed a lot.”

- As he walks down the stairs, Antfrost stares at him and backs away. Tommy wonders why no one’s treating him normally.

- He finds Ranboo by the ice cream shop, Tubbo coming along as well. Ranboo asks about what happened -- did Sam lie? Tommy doesn’t want to talk about dying.

- Tommy asks if Tubbo is Ranboo’s best friends. Ranboo says he’s one of them and hands Tommy an allium. Tommy burns it.

- Tommy continues along the path and notices the Therapuffy office. He drops a book in the chest. He also notices the Red Banquet posters.

- Tommy feels like even though he’s back, he’s not. People celebrated his death.

Tommy: “This server was -- this server wasn’t about this, it was about me and Tubbo fighting Dream! I’m still dead to most of these people...They’re looking at me like I’m not even alive.”

- He finds Quackity by the Community House. Quackity thinks it must be some sort of sick joke. Tommy reminds him of the heists they used to do to convince him that it’s actually him.

- Tommy tells Quackity that Dream used the revive book. Quackity is overjoyed at his return.

- Tommy leaves and goes up towards the Nether portal. He decides that he needs to kill Dream, and soon.

- Jack is upset that Tommy came back. It took him dying for Jack to remember Tommy as a friend again, but when he came back, it all came flooding back.

“But when he came back today, he said a couple things that have stuck with me. The main one being...a simple word. He turned to me, looked me dead in the eyes, and he went ‘anyways.’ Anyways.”

- Jack decides he’s done with starting again.

“But the day he died, the day he was killed by Dream was not the day I should’ve grieved. I lost my friend a long, long time ago...I lost my friend a long time ago, the day he decided those discs were more important than any of us. The day he got rid of L’manburg, the day he sacrificed absolutely everything to take back those discs! That’s the day I lost my friend.”

“Him coming back today doesn’t bring back my friend. It doesn’t fill the empty void I felt when he died. All it has done is given me a new purpose.”

- Jack decides he needs to kill Tommy. His friend died a long time ago. He talks about how even when Dream is locked away, Tommy isn’t satisfied and is still going after him.

- Jack came back because he had a purpose. And that purpose was to take Tommy out.

“I’m glad I grieved my friend, and I’m still sad and hurt that he’s gone. But my friend didn’t come back. Dream didn’t bring back my friend with that book, he brought back a monster.”

- Dream brought Tommy back out of cowardice, fearing the server without him. Jack is better than Dream.

- Jack heads into the underground city and speaks with Niki. Jack tells her Tommy’s alive again. Niki isn’t sure she wants Tommy dead anymore.

- They start talking about government and anarchy. Niki says her underground city isn’t a government, while Jack disagrees with anarchy.

- Niki says she’s started baking again. She says she’ll give it time to think about it, whether to help Jack. In the meantime, he’s free to stay in the city.

- Jack returns to his hotel, still upset.

- He makes his way to the prison, thinking. Tommy coming back took away the satisfaction of him being Jack’s villain. Jack came back because he had one goal, one purpose, and that was to kill Tommy. Why not take the same from him?

- He tries to enter the prison portal but it doesn’t work. Jack is infuriated and walks to Tommy’s summer home, where he encounters Quackity.

- Quackity wants him to leave the property. He hid some things there a while back that he doesn’t want people finding.

- They talk about Tommy being alive again. Quackity is happy, but wants to know what Jack’s plan is regarding their business.

Quackity: “Tommy is a complex business partner, and I have to come to terms with that fact.”

- Quackity points out it seems that Jack lack’s power over this hotel business venture. Jack tells him Tommy said he could have it for now. Quackity says he’s made great progress on his business, and they’ll continue to talk later. He leaves.

- Foolish says he looks poor and hands him two diamond blocks.

- Jack says he needs funds anyway and has an idea...what if he became a prison guard?

- He wonders how to go about it. Who would suggest him?

- Jack looks at the ruins of Ze Haus. He’ll stick to the motto:

Be Worse.

- Ranboo starts off in his house, his Memory Book open

“He’s alive!”

“He’s alive?”

- Ranboo thinks to himself. It’s incredible, but…was he even dead to begin with? Did Sam lie? It doesn’t make sense. Once something is dead, it’s dead, right?

- Tubbo’s not handling it well, but he’ll come around eventually. But Tommy’s alive now, that’s awesome! That’s a good thing…right?

- Ranboo isn’t upset at him for burning the flower. If someone died and came back and everyone still thought they were dead, of course they’d be hesitant to things.

- He goes back to the confusion about death. People can be revived.

“And if death isn’t permanent, then people are gonna be living a lot differently.”

“If death isn’t permanent…if death isn’t permanent, then nothing is. Then that means that…anyone can just die, decide ‘no,’ and just come back. And…if…people live with no fear, then they’ll be put through so much pain.”

- Tubbo was so ready to fight the Egg despite being on one life. Imagine if he found out that he could die and come back if he got hurt.

- Ranboo heads through the Nether to the portal to…Dream’s mountain vault

“What is this place?”

“I’ve been here before?”

“Why am I here?”

“…Step away from him, Dream.”

“Everything everyone’s ever loved is right here. If I can control that, I can control the server.”

“Dream was…he was trapped in here when we all came through. Wait, I’m — you can’t kill him because he’s the only one who can bring Wilbur back…what? Dream could…Dream could bring people back?”

“Was I here?”

He moves towards the elevator. “I walked over there.”

“The Enderwalk. That entire time. And they all came to save him…that entire time.”

“You should’ve paid him more.”

“The only reason they kept Dream alive was because he could revive…people. Dream has the power…to…bring people back. No matter…when…who…where…”

“He needs to go, or else…death won’t be permanent, and then, if we get rid of someone because they’ve been causing problems this entire time…then we can never get rid of the villains in this story. We can bring back the villains in the story, when they were supposed to be written out.”

“He needs to go.”

- Ranboo leaves.

“We should be able to get rid of the villains, even if it means not being able to keep the good guys.”

- There’s a reason he was able to pick up blocks slowly throughout time. Things start to manifest. There’s something going on with the Enderwalk. The Enderwalk isn’t a different version of Ranboo, it’s still Ranboo, it’s just more…wild

- Ranboo heads to Snowchester and sees Michael.

“Cause I don’t wanna hurt him…so I gotta make sure I get rid of any possibility.”

- Ranboo is scared of doing something that makes things worse.

“I don’t hurt people. That’s not what I do, I have to keep it that way. However…”

He looks towards the prison.

“There is one exception.”

“Do I even have to be careful? I mean, I still have my three lives. I mean…I’m one of the most safe people on this server. But…I don’t even have to be. I can afford to be reckless.”

- Ranboo writes in his book.

“He’s alive. But hopefully soon Dream won’t be.”

- Ranboo goes into his house. He surveys his riches in the vault. He has a lot of supplies, but he’s not ready to do this yet.

“It’s time to train.”

- Puffy finds Tommy’s book in her Therapuffy office and reads it. Does this mean he’s alive?

- Puffy watches the VOD and decides she would lose all her canon lives just to escape the possibility of solitaire.

- Puffy is happy that Tommy is alive. But how, and why? Why would Dream resurrect Tommy?

She wonders if there was a tiny part of Dream that cared, or if that’s just the duckling perspective talking.

- She goes back to her office and writes a response letter, going to leave it in a chest at Tommy’s house.

What Tommy needs right now, she says, is support.

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My Perfect Pet

Title: My Perfect Pet Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Boss Tony Stark. Reader disobeys Mr. Stark’s order to work in his office and learns her lesson for disobeying when he tells her to do something. Words: 2,303 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Dom/sub, fingering, shameless smut, boss/employee relationship, punishment, office sex Author’s Note: I had a dream, alright? I got distracted from the other fics because of it.

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You walked into one of the old filing rooms where one of the old assistants was already working to scan old documents in. A whole archive had been discovered recently and they needed all of the papers uploaded onto the Stark database.

Aeisha looked up when you walked in and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I thought Abby was going to be down here with me.”

“She really wanted to be around and in Mr. Stark’s office.”

When you had arrived this morning, the head security told you where you were supposed to be. Mr. Stark gave orders at the beginning of the day where all of you were supposed to be and he had wanted you assisting him today. But Abby had complained to you, pouting. You figured it was not a big deal and told her you would take her job down in the filing room instead. She had been ecstatic.

The other girl snorted and said, “Of course she does. She’s been trying to get him to fuck her for months.”

You stammered, “W-what?”

“He has his favorites. She wants to be one of them.” She held up her phone, the newest version, and smirked, “He gives good gifts to keep us away from HR. Not that I would ever consider that.”

“You… have sex with him?”

Aeisha shrugged, “When he wants. It’s not often. In between the ladies at his parties and some other girls in the building, there’s time in between.” She saw the look on your face and gave a hearty laugh. “He’s good in bed. Don’t worry. When I said I wouldn’t consider going to HR, I mean it. That man knows how to work my pussy.”

‘That’s not what I’m worried about,” you muttered, opening one of the boxes. ‘I didn’t know I was gonna have to potentially fuck my boss if he ever gets a wild hair. Wasn’t in the job description. Sure, he’s extremely attractive – sexy – but, Jesus. That’s asking for issues if you ever wanna be in a relationship with someone and he’s still expecting it. Maybe I should be thanking Abby for taking his office today.”

Aeisha closed the scanner and shot you a curious look. “Wait… did you clear that switch with him?”

You shook your head and she rose her eyebrows, looking concerned.

“What?”’ you asked worriedly. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. We are both gonna do the same thing no matter where we are at.”

“He wanted to see you in there, Y/N. He’s very specific about his instructions.”

Your stomach did a flip flop and you asked worriedly, “Am I going to get in trouble?”

Aeisha shrugged, “Who knows? If he hasn’t sent Abby back down here in the next twenty minutes, maybe it’ll just slide.”

You did not want to lose this job; it was well paying, especially for NYC.

“I guess I’ll just… go up there if she gets put back down here,” you said slowly, thumbing through the files.

You picked some of the papers up and asked Aeisha where she was filing the paperwork before going to your own scanner. You kept tensing whenever you heard someone walk by, thinking it was Abby coming down to fetch you and make you go upstairs where Mr. Stark wanted to see you. It was customary for you to wear pencil line skirts and low-cut shirts with heels, something that had been encouraged by the hiring manager. And you learned quickly it was just the norm with all of the assistants. Thankfully, you had already had a good enough collection started with going out wear that was easily masked as office wear. Such as the bodycon dress you were wearing today, the long zipper up the back that you had had to have your roommate help you with. But now you wondered if maybe you should cut back on it a little bit, knowing what you did now.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of your mind, focusing on your work.

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It was almost 9:00pm when you were walking back from the filing room. You told your immediate supervisor that you would take a few more hours today to be able to get off early tomorrow for your appointment tomorrow afternoon a few weeks ago.

You stopped though outside Mr. Stark’s office, hearing noises coming from within. You furrowed your brow confused considering how late it was. You put your hand on the door, your ear coming closer. Someone yelped loudly inside and you threw the door open in alarm, thinking someone was getting hurt.

Upon seeing Mr. Stark being straddled by a naked woman and another kissing him beside them on the couch, you almost vomited in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I thought—goodnight!” you stammered, closing the door clumsily and rushing off.

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You were not surprised in the slightest when you arrived the next morning that Mr. Stark wanted you in his office. Reluctantly, you walked to the door and knocked. He called from inside and you took a deep breath, your heart hammering. All you could see was them on the couch last night and feel your mortification that had kept you up half the night.

He was working off to the side of his desk with a hologram table, his back to you. He was wearing a three-piece suit as usual, sans the jacket, all black.

You did not know what to say – if you should say anything too – so you just stood there awkwardly until he sensed the awkwardness too and turned around. You did not miss the slight smirk that graced his lips at the sight of you.

“Mhm, Y/N. Good morning,” he greeted you, closing the hologram and turning around to stride back to his desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark,” you managed to say.

He sat on the edge of the desk, running his eyes over you. You had chosen a mid-thigh dress, still showing leg but the top was long sleeved, no cleavage.

You blurted becoming uncomfortable with the silence, “I really am sorry.”

“For?” he questioned.

That caught you off guard and you stammered, “U-uh. Last night?”

“Oh, that,” Tony chuckled. “I didn’t know anyone was still on the floor. Quite a surprise to see you. Did throw the vibe off a bit, took me out of my element, really.” He cleared his throat and said, “As a matter of fact, thank you for apologizing because the sex really wasn’t as great as it was going to be if I hadn’t of seen you. Because it just reminded me of earlier in the day when I was expecting to see you when I came in the morning and I was severely annoyed when it wasn’t you. So, I was just a little irked during the whole threesome.”

He snickered seeing you at loss for words. “Well, I figure you can make it up to me. We can break in the couch. Just you and me.”

A strangled noise left your throat. “What?”

“Did I stammer? You disobeyed what I asked yesterday. I was gonna let it slide and give you a chance to make it right next time – aka this morning when I requested you again to be in here. I like my assistants in the building to follow directions specifically how I ask them. But then, you came in and interrupted when I was about to plow two of the hottest models on the market right now and threw off my vibe.”

That sounded so ridiculous, you said before you could stop yourself, “You still had sex with them.”

His eyes crinkled with his dangerous smile. “That’s cheeky. You are very determined to get me even more riled up, aren’t you? I didn’t mark you as bratty. Everyone’s got their surprises though...”

He stood up from the desk and you fought to stand your ground, your hands still folded in front of you. His eyes were searching hungrily, eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

“You’re definitely not a top rider like Vivian or Aeisha. They love sitting in my lap… reverse cowgirl…” Heat came to your cheeks as he ran his eyes over you again, lingering on your legs. A wicked smirk came to his face as he met your gaze again. “No. That’s not you. Not at all. You’re a perfect candidate for training.”

Training…?

“In fact, we can have your first lesson now. Lock the door.”

“Mr. Stark—”

He sat on the couch and said, “Do you remember me just saying that I like my assistants to listen? And follow directions just as they’re told? This is your chance to do that. So, impress me, sweetheart. Or leave the building and don’t come back. I’ll have someone mail your check or direct deposit. Whatever the hell you have set up.”

You stared at him in bewilderment, and he was staring back, a hard look in his eyes. He was not messing around. Swallowing sharply, you turned on your heel and went to the door, sliding the lock into place. You turned around, your heart thumping.

“Take your dress off. Put this blindfold on,” he ordered, reaching for the piece of cloth on the table. You had failed to notice it sitting there before; he had already had this on his mind before you had come in apparently. “And get over my knee.”

Mortified, you took a step back towards the door and his eyes flashed at the movement.

“What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

You had a choice, really you did. You could find other work, but you did not want to. Sucking down a deep breath, you walked over towards him. He reached forward again and grabbed a small remote, clicking it. The large TV turned on at the end of the office and he turned on a random show, turning the volume up.

Your dress fell to your ankles and you stepped out of it. There was a fire sparked seeing the way he was looking at you, drinking you in. But it made you extremely nervous too; what if this went sideways and you lost the job anyway?

The blindfold was waiting on his thigh and you reached for it, putting it on and laid across his lap. You could feel his length through his dress pants, causing heat to come to your core already as well. You squirmed with the anticipation.

He smacked your ass hard and you gasped loudly with the sting. His hand caressed at your ass, squeezing. “Look at that nice jiggle you had just there. You’re gonna tell me you’re sorry when this is all done and take this like an obedient girl. Right?”

“Right.”

“’Right, sir’,” Tony corrected you.

“Right, sir,” you squeaked in repeat back to him.

He hummed in approval before he smacked you again, harder this time. He yanked your underwear down and ordered you to kick them off. He helped getting them around your heels and you felt him toss them. His hand was back on your ass, squeezing and admiring. Another smack landed and then another, drawing a low groan from you.

Tony’s fingers delved past your wet folds, running up and down your sex. A finger slipped in as his thumb massaged your clit, causing you to pant in need.

“Look at you, you little wanton harlot,” Tony husked, adding another finger.

He pulled his hand away and laid another hard smack across your cheeks, leaving wetness from you.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

You did what he told you and you squealed when he slapped your pussy, instinctively clenching and driving your hips forward.

“Keep them open!”

Hesitantly, you did what he said, and you cried out softly when he smacked your pussy again, repeatedly. The contact was reverberating, stimulating. He was driving you insane, loving the contact on your clit from each hit. You heard him spit and his other hand came to rub at your tight ring, wet from his spit, while the other found your nub again, circling faster now. He was working you too well, it was too much pressure. You did not want to come all over him, and you clenched again, trying to stop him from touching you.

He laid a rough smack across your ass and growled, “I told you to keep your legs open!”

Whimpering, you opened your legs again to him and he praised, “Good girl. Now, are you, sorry, pet?” You nodded and he squeezed at your nub causing you to whine sharply. “Tell me!”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

“Mhm, you’re a fast learner. Such a good girl. But what are you sorry for?” he asked, his fingers picking up speed.

“Not listening to you! For interrupting you!” you panted, gripping at the couch fabric.

“Yeah, that was really naughty of you,” Tony agreed, his knuckles brushing your sex as he hit your g spot. “Very naughty.” Your breath was quick and short, and he cooed, “Sweetheart, do you need to come?”

“Yes, sir! Please!” you begged, embarrassed simultaneously how easily you had come unraveled. How easy it was for you to fall into this role.

Tony hit your spot again and you moaned pathetically. “You can let go. Come for me.”

You cried out, shaking, coming undone around his fingers. His other hand came to your throat, holding tight as he continued to stroke you, slower now as you shook with your release. He squeezed in slightly and that only added a cherry on top to your orgasm.

Empty of him, you heard him salaciously sucking on his fingers, his other hand still flexing gently on your throat, and he hummed in approval again. “I think with some more lessons, you can shape up to my perfect pet.”

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