#But then everything changed when PING attacked

[rainbowangel110]

Among Us for the love of God....

LET ME PLAY ONE DAMN GAME WITHOUT GETTING KICKED OUT CUZ MY PING WAS LOW DAMNIT-

#*kicked because 6 pings returned without info-* SHUT THE FUCK UP I JUST WANNA PLAY THE GAME HOLY SHIT- #at least there's a new message telling you if someone left cuz of errors #Cuz it's happened to me not once #Not twice! #Not even three times! #BUT ALMOST EVERY GAME I'VE PLAYED (LIKE 9 GAMES OR SO!!!!) #ONLY ONE!!! ONE DAMN GAME TO COMPLETION #FUCKING HELL- #yes I do play among us it's fun okay?! #(real talk my sis downloaded it a week ago and they added pride flag banners and there was an ace flag-) #(Also a new hide and seek mode which is fun) #..... #Anyways #just posting #I just wanna play a game #I had imposter one round and my teammate was competent actually!! We could have won!!! #But then everything changed when PING attacked #only the WiFi master of all Internet could stop it #But when I need them most- #It vanished #And ohhh buddy I don't think imma find it any time soon #(btw I downloaded it yesterday-)

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello, hope you'er having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 team x male reader who gets mald by a strange large dog, at first they wonder if the dog had rabies but it was perfect healthy, but yet reader get extremely sick and there is no explanation.

When reader recovers he has super human strength and speed, and gets irritated faster which is unusual.

All the sudden change causing anxiety that he might he hurt someone or worst. (Reader turning into a werewolf)

You sure can! Alrighty, lets go! I'm pumped today for some reason... Also, sorry for taking this long 😣😣😣, also (C/S) = call sign

Summary: (Y/N) got bit by a dog on a mission. Everything was fine until he got extremely ill.

Warnings: military inaccuracies, flu, seizures, shifting, werewolf, characters are probably OOC

Also, is it just me or is Barry Sloane extremely hot?

(Y/N) leaned his head back as they were driving to their target's location. The mission was capture or kill, as Ghost had before they had all left. Unfortunately, their target location was in the woods, which made (Y/N) rather... Jumpy. He was never fond of the woods and the fact that it was so far into the woods was not good for (Y/N).

" Alright, listen up! " Price started, attracting attention from his squad. " We have already separated into teams. (Y/N) and Gaz, you are with Ghost and Soap is with me. We have our back up and since the house is separated into two part, each team will cover one. " Price finished, gripping his rifle.

Ghost looked at the youngest member of the task force. (Y/N) (L/N), also known as (C/S). Ghost tolerated him, but never gave him mercy on the mat. He was always tough on him, but (Y/N) didn't mind.

" Nervous? " Ghost asked (Y/N), making the youngest turn his head.

" I'm not a fan of woods that's all. " (Y/N) gave Ghost a short explanation. Ghost didn't say anything, he simply got up when the truck stopped.

(Y/N) took a quiet breath in and got up too. (Y/N) followed Ghost and with the rest of the back up they started moving quietly towards the houses. They parked far enough so that they won't be heard.

Both teams moved quietly and by some sort of luck, (Y/N)'s team got the house that was a bit further in the woods. Bastards. (Y/N) sighed as he moved quietly behind Ghost.

" Scared (C/S)? " Ghost teased.

" In your dreams lieutenant. " (Y/N) bit back.

Ghost didn't respond as he kicked the door in, entering quietly and swiftly. Everyone aimed the rifles and spread out through the ground floor. It was very rich house and (Y/N) felt a ping of jealousy. When he was younger, he wanted live in such a house. But not in the woods.

Ghost took down a man and (Y/N) progressed more into the house. He saw the kitchen that was leading to the terrace and he went to check it out. He slid the glass door open and he stepped out into the cold air. He cleared the deck, but stopped when he heard rustling.

He took a deep breath, steadying his hands. He needs to check it out, it could be the enemy, but also it could be an animal ready to maul him.

(Y/N) doesn't get paid enough for this at all. He went down the stairs, putting on his night vision goggles. He listened for the rustling sound before he heard a growl.

He had no time to even turn around, before he felt a something bite him. It attacked him from behind him, biting down head on his leg. (Y/N) let out a grunt as he fell down, face first onto the ground. He tried to turn around, but the thing was heavy and unrelenting.

(Y/N) tried to kick it with it's free leg, but he couldn't aim. A gunshot rang out and the thing whimpered and ran off. (Y/N) looked up, seeing Gaz at the window. (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as he tried to get up. His leg was killing him and he limped back to the sliding glass doors. He was cursing and Gaz ran down the stairs to meet him.

" (C/S), what's wrong? " Gaz asked worried.

" Something bit me. I think a wolf or something. "

" What were you doing there anyway? " Gaz asked, crouching to see the bite.

" There is a terrace and it leads to backyard. I wanted to make sure that everything was clear there. " (Y/N) said as Gaz stood up.

" We need to get to you to a hospital. Come on. " Gaz said, helping (Y/N) walk.

" I hate life. " (Y/N) said as Gaz called it in. Ghost came down, looking at (Y/N)'s leg.

" You alright private? "

" Oh, I'm peachy sir, my leg burns and I might have rabies. " (Y/N) answered sarcastically. " Did you at least have any luck? "

" Not here, but Price had. We got him. "

(Y/N) smiled, happy that they got him. " Thank God. I would have killed someone if we had to look for him. "

(Y/N) hissed a bit as he was sat down. " We will get you to medical in no time. " Gaz reassured (Y/N), who didn't share the same sentiment.

" Yay. I'm taking a leave after this mission. But you know, chicks dig scars. Guys too... "

Gaz snorted as he took the first aid kit. He stopped the bleeding with the gauzed and (Y/N) now realized how this bite was painful.

" I think that my adrenalin is stopping, this bite hurts like a bitch. " (Y/N) said, watching as Gaz poured some alcohol on a clean gauze.

" Get ready, this is going to burn. "

" It can't get any worse than this. "

(Y/N) was in fact, wrong on every aspect of that. When he was shipped off to the medical he was tested for rabies and other stuff that the wolf might have. Thankfully, he didn't get rabies or anything else for that matter.

But what baffled everyone was how sick (Y/N) had gotten. It wasn't a normal flu that hits you out of nowhere and knocks you back on your ass, but something much more severe.

His temperature was way higher than it should be, he was paler then the walls in the medical wing of the base, he was unconscious and worst of all, despite having a high fever, he was cold to the touch.

To Price, he looked like a corpse and that scared him more than anything. He was living and yet he was looking like an actual corpse. Even Ghost was disturbed, although he won't show it outwardly.

And it took a lot to disturb Ghost. That man has see a lot of stuff.

Soap and Gaz were just terrified. They saw (Y/N) while he was sleeping and if it weren't for the monitor, Gaz and Soap would have thought that (Y/N) had died from the bite.

Price was baffled by just what has caused this. The doctors were even more baffled. Nobody had a definitive answer for Price however. Some say stress, some say something else... Needless to say, Price was going to lose his mind.

It was a sad sight to see. A young private, so full of life and sarcasm, the one who didn't show mercy on the mat and the one who was a great sniper. And the one who gave Price the most gray hairs.

Price was sitting down on a chair next to (Y/N)'s bed. He was under a lot of medication and he was hooked to a lot tubes. Price was finishing up some reports. He could have done it in his office, but he didn't want to leave his private alone.

He listened to the heart monitors as he filed out some forms. Ghost was doing some work with the recruits. Ghost and Soap were somewhere on the base and considering that soon there would be a time for lunch, they were probably going to cafeteria.

Soap and Gaz had a really fast metabolism and Price was always shocked by it. Either way, one of them was going to take the shift of watching (Y/N).

Price sighed as he closed up the folder. He put it on the nightstand, watching the now sleeping private. It has been a week since (Y/N) was sick and there were no signs of improvement. Price was afraid of what was going to happen if he doesn't wake up soon.

" Price? " A very croaky voice said, nearly giving Price a heart attack.

" (Y/N)? Hang on, I have to get the doctor. " Price said, standing up, leaving the room.

Once the doctor was done with making sure that everything was fine, the 141 task force was allowed in. (Y/N) was laying down, Gaz feeding him some jello.

" So, the doctor says you are going to be fine. " Price said, sitting down on a chair next to Gaz.

" That's good. " (Y/N) rasped out, making Price sigh.

" Don't talk please. Drink some water. Also, Alejandro and Rudy called. They wish you a speedy recovery. "

(Y/N) just put a thumb up and opened his mouth to eat the jello from Gaz.

" And I have great news. You don't have any rabies. " Price said, making (Y/N) raise his hands weakly up and down, as if he was partying.

" You should get discharged soon too. "

Another thumbs up from (Y/N).

(Y/N) thought that he was going to get better and everything would be back to normal.

Nothing was normal.

(Y/N) soon realized how this... 'flu' changed everything. (Y/N) was faster. That shouldn't be a bad thing right? Well, it is if you were never so fast in the first place. And if it broke every single human record there was in the base.

Soap was very excited about it, but (Y/N) was lowkey terrified. Price said that he was going to test him with some regular tests. Price was shocked too when the times were amazing and (Y/N) didn't even break the sweat. Price thought he was going insane.

The next thing that freaked (Y/N) out was the fact that he was way more stronger than usual. How? Soap challenged (Y/N) to lift Ghost's weights and the weight that he lifts. And everyone knew that Ghost is a big man, with even bigger muscles.

(Y/N) was doing this just for fun and Ghost agreed to spot him just in case something goes wrong. Ghost paled when he saw how (Y/N) easily lifted the weight that made many brake.

And he didn't even struggle. (Y/N) was more leaning, there wasn't any defined muscles. Ghost watched in sheer horror as (Y/N) lifted them with ease. What in the actual hell?

After a few moments, (Y/N) was done.

Ghost thought that he was insane. Soap was on the verge of passing out. Gaz's mouth fell down to the floor. What the hell?

The third thing that made him wonder was the fact that he got super irritated. Soap could say anything or Gaz, even Ghost could set him off.

Price and the others knew that he can sometimes be sarcastic, but he could keep his composure. This new temper was something that baffled the task force. He never really exploded at them like that.

(Y/N) noticed these changes and just isolated. He stayed in his room and wondered what the hell happened. He was never that strong and he was never that fast and more importantly he was never this explosive when it came to his teammates.

Never.

He avoided them like a plague, refusing to be anywhere near them. He still wasn't cleared for any missions until the doctors get to the root of the problem.

The core four wanted to get to the root of the problem of his evasion. So, time to get him out of hiding. Ghost and the others barged into the room, making (Y/N) jostle.

" What the hell?! " (Y/N) yelled out.

" (Y/N), we want to know why you were avoiding us. " Price said sternly.

" I'm most definitely not doing this. At all. " (Y/N) said, ducking out of the room and walking away from his teammates. It was late and the base was deserted so to speak.

" Private! " (Y/N) heard behind him and he sped up. He walked blindly and was shocked when he got outside. It was slightly cold and he shivered slightly.

" Okay private! Please explain yourself for avoiding us. " Price said, the other 3 behind him.

(Y/N) has never felt anxiety like this. It felt like he couldn't breath and there was something else that he couldn't pinpoint it. Price was saying something, but (Y/N) couldn't even comprehend it. All of a sudden, he felt like something was trying to come out.

And something did come out.

The four members watched as (Y/N) turned into a werewolf. They saw a huge werewolf, black as night and with those (E/C), the same eyes that (Y/N) had.

The big wolf whined, shaking. Price took charge and stepped closer. He put his hands up and called him by his name. The wolf listened and Price offered him his hands to sniff.

" Relax soldier. We are going to help you. Now, can you try and switch back? "

The wolf whined in protest and Price assumed that he was too confused to do shift back.

" Whose room is the nearest? "Price asked the rest, who were silent.

" Mine. " Ghost said. Price nodded and turned back to face the wolf.

" (Y/N), you are going to be with Ghost for the night. I don't want anyone seeing you in wolf form. " Price explained, watching as (Y/N) padded over quietly to Ghost. Ghost actually petted him and (Y/N) followed him.

Everyone piled in Ghost's room and (Y/N) jumped on the bed, laying down. Ghost huffed at that, but knew that arguing wouldn't do anything.

" We will meet here in the morning. If he doesn't shift in the morning, we are going to keep him here. "

Everyone nodded and Ghost sat down on the bed. " Now, we are going to leave you two to rest. Good night. " Price said, ushering the other two out. Gaz and Soap said good night and Ghost looked at the big wolf.

" You will need to move a bit. "

(Y/N) shifted on a bed and Ghost laid down. He turned of the lights and said good night to the wolf that just nuzzled his nose closer to Ghost's chest.

#mw2 #cod mwii #ghost x male reader #john price x male reader #gaz x male reader #modern warfare #141 #platonic relationships

[nataliasquote]

Back in time [pt. 2] | n romanoff | winterwidow

Back in time au: part 1

Summary: Bucky and Natasha’s daughter seeks comfort in her Aunt Wanda as her parents go missing on a mission

Warnings: major character death, panic attack, grief

Pairings: winterwidow

wc: 3.5k

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The sound of Wanda's phone ringing shocked her awake. The room was pitch black and she fumbled around for the light switch. Tapping the phone to switch it on, the bright screen flashed 4:36am and she groaned. But Fury's name got rid of any thoughts she had of falling back asleep and she answered the call, sitting up in bed and pushing the hair from her face.

Y/n had slept in her own bed for a little over a week now, so luckily the phone call didn't wake her. Wanda was barely awake as Fury started talking, but at the mention of Bucky and Natasha, she was suddenly alert. As the call ended, she quickly threw on jeans and a shirt and raced downstairs to the meeting room.

As early as it was, the office was teaming with activity. Agents were typing away on computers and Fury was on the phone with someone who he clearly wasn't happy with. Wanda smiled at a couple of people she knew, but she felt so out of place. But Maria Hill came to her rescue and pulled her aside.

"Thanks for coming down Wanda. We've had a note that Bucky and Nat might be coming back today. I'm guessing Fury filled you in on everything?"

"Yeah. He said the quinjet had finally pinged a location?" When she first heard Fury tell her the news, she nearly screamed. But she knew not to get too excited. Nat and Bucky had been missing for weeks and this could just be another false alarm.

"We think. There have been a couple of wrong alerts before, but a team of agents left this morning to investigate the location. They could be back any minute." Maria was tapping away on a tablet as she spoke, her mind in 2 places at once. "You might want to get Y/n down here. She's gonna want to see her mom and dad if they get back."

"If?" Wanda was shocked at Maria's uncertainty.

"I'm sorry we can't give you a 'when' yet." Wanda nodded and slowly backed out of the room. The news of her best friends coming home had excited her, but everyone seemed so unsure, and it left an aching feeling in Wanda's gut.

She decided to distract herself by waking Y/n. The 16 year old was still fast asleep, as she should be. Quietly flicking on the bedside lamp, Wanda brushed the hair from Y/n's face.

"Good morning angel." She whispered as not to startle the poor girl. Y/n's eyes fluttered open and she squinted in the lamplight.

"Morning" she mumbled, stretching her arms and legs out to try and wake up. "What time is it?"

"It's early, baby, and I'm sorry. But we've got some stuff to do." Wanda tried to keep her answers as vague as possible. She really didn't want to get the girl's hopes up incase nothing came of today's investigation. But Wanda couldn't help but be hopeful.

The teenager didn't have any energy to argue. She would usually have gone back to sleep, but something was different about the way Wanda was behaving. Call it a gut instinct, or maybe because she was raised by Natasha, but Y/n could tell Wanda was excited. Why she was excited at 5am was a whole other story, but it was enough for the teenager to go on.

Wanda left the room to let Y/n get changed, which she did fairly quickly. Her usual signature braids had been swapped for a ponytail ever since Nat had left. But the hoodie she was wearing was Bucky's of course. It made her feel just that little bit closer to her parents, wherever they may be.

"What are you hiding?" Y/n asked as she tucked into her cereal. Wanda looked confused at how she'd managed to pick that up so quickly.

"I'm not sure what you mean, darling."

Y/n rolled her eyes and dropped her spoon on the table. "I'm not dumb. You seem excited. And we were up at 5am. None of that is normal behaviour for you. So what's changed?"

Wanda hesitated for a moment. She didn't want to tell Y/n, but the girl deserved to know. These were her parents in question and they couldn't withhold information about them. "There might be an update on your mom and dad." Y/n's eyes went wide and her spoon froze halfway to her mouth.

"What?" She breathed, her eyes filling with tears. "Really?"

"It's really early still, and it's just a location, but Fury thinks it's from their jet." Wanda told her everything she knew. The 16 year old was desperately fighting back tears as Wanda spoke, but the prospect of maybe seeing her mom again became too much. She completely broke down and dropped her head to the table, letting out heart wrenching sobs.

Wanda rushed to her side and pulled her into a hug. "I just want to see them again." Y/n cried against Wanda's shirt. "I miss them so much."

"I know baby girl, I know."

Y/n kept her head against Wanda's chest for a few minutes as she cried. "Can we go see Aunt Maria?"

"If that's what you want, then yeah. Let's go."

The teenager stood up on shaky legs and pushed away her half eaten breakfast, her appetite no longer there. She held on to Wanda's hand like it was a lifeline, gripping her fingers to make sure she was still there. It was a silly thought, but Y/n couldn't lose her too.

They were finally back in the office, but this time Steve was there. He was hovering near the doorway, looking as out of place as Wanda did when she first arrived. In any other circumstances, Y/n would have given him a hug, but she barely even noticed him as she walked in. Wanda flashed him a warm smile which her returned, but a tug on her sleeve notified her of the impatient teenager still hanging on to her arm.

Y/n was frantically searching for the familiar brunette that she loved. There were agents racing around everywhere and she recoiled back into Wanda, feeling rather exposed and overwhelmed. Wanda felt her goddaughter flinch into her side and she wrapped an arm around her protectively, guiding her through the sea of people to where Maria was stood. Y/n hands were slightly clammy, the intensity of the day already getting to her.

"Aunt Maria?" Y/n blurted out, her voice weaker than she intended. But the SHIELD agent still heard her and whipped around, shocked to see her niece.

"Hey Y/n, what-" She was cut off by the girl throwing her hands around her waist and tackling her into a hug, almost sending them both flying backwards.

"Please tell me you've heard something about them. Please Aunt Maria!" Y/n voice sounded so desperate that the surrounding agents shared a sorrowful look between them. Bucky and Nat's disappearance had been hard on everyone, but that kid had suffered the most. "I just want to see mama and papa. That's all I want."

Maria clung on to her niece harder. The truth was, they had more information, but Maria couldn't say what state the couple would be in until they came through the doors, and the last thing she wanted to do was worry the trembling girl anymore than she already was.

"I'm sorry Y/n, there's been nothing so far. But I promise you that-"

A yell from the hallway caught everyone's attention and cut Maria off mid-sentence. A group of agents sprinted through the hall, but what, or who, came after them was the main focus. After the chaos in the hallway cleared, Y/n could have a proper look of what was going on.

She let out a whimper and broke into a sprint, Wanda unable to hold her back. The doors at the end of the corridor were open and 2 people had just crossed the threshold. They were still quite far away, but Y/n knew those figures anywhere. If the red hair wasn't a dead giveaway, then the obvious height difference was. She kept running, getting closer and closer.

But as her body moved on autopilot, her mind span slightly. Her mama was smaller than Bucky, sure, but not that  much smaller. She kept running, but slowed down as she saw the scene in front of her. Her papa was walking with his arms holding Nat upright. She was hunched over, her hands pressing into her stomach as she stumbled, just trying to put one foot in front of the other. Bucky was muttering stuff in her ear, so the couple hadn't noticed their daughter stood 20ft in front of them.

Y/n felt sick to her stomach. She'd waited months, but it felt like years, for her parents to walk through that door. She'd dreamt about it so many times, the day they came home, the way they'd all be reunited as a family. Nat and Bucky would walk in without a scratch, their arms open wide to pull Y/n into a tight hug.

But dreams are not reality. They weren't waiting for a hug. They were being swarmed by doctors and Y/n found herself being pressed against a wall. Her chest felt tight as she watched her mama and papa walked past her without a second glance. She tried to call out, but her voice had been reduced to a whisper, proving futile against the noisy corridor.

She slumped to the floor, her legs giving out under her weight. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. The sweatshirt she was wearing felt suffocating and she pulled at the collar, trying to relieve pressure on her chest. Her mind was screaming at her to run after them, but she didn't move. She couldn't move.

People pushed and shoved above her but she payed no attention. Until a familiar hand grabbed hold of hers and pulled her into their arms. Steve picked up the frozen teenager and carried her back into the office where Wanda was still standing, relief flooding her features as she laid eyes on Y/n once more. The teenager hadn't noticed that she had moved locations, her mind was still replaying that moment in her head. Wanda sat with her in a quiet corner as she tried to bring her back, but Y/n sat there, shaking and sweating, her breathing erratic.

Wanda was good at calming panic attacks, but Y/n barely even acknowledged her presence. The witch was quickly running out of options and Y/n was getting paler and paler.

"Papa?" Y/n voice shook and she reached out, desperately trying to grab onto something. "Papa? Mama?" Wanda offered her hands but Y/N didn't accept them. The teen was still zoned out and Wanda tried her best to keep calm. Seeing Maria walk past the window, Wanda dashed out and grabbed the SHIELD agent, pulling her into the room.

"Please can Y/n see Bucky and Nat? She's in a state and she won't snap out of it. She needs her parents Maria. This girl needs her mom and dad." At the mention of Nat, Maria's smile faltered before she hauled it back in place.

Y/n was still closed in on herself, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles were going white. She was mumbling about Nat under her breath and Maria couldn't help but worry for the girl. "Bring her with me."

She walked out of the room, Wanda hot on her heels. Steve had picked Y/n back up as they made their way to the restricted area of the medical centre. He could feel her body vibrating in his arms and as much as he was desperate to see his best friends, he knew his job was to make sure Y/n saw them too.

There were agents guarding one of the doors, but they saw Maria and let the entourage through, quickly resuming their positions once Steve had walked through. There was a section curtained off, but one person they wanted to see was sitting on a chair, his head in his hands, still in the clothes he wore on his mission.

"Buck." Steve couldn't believe what he was seeing. The best friends made eye contact and smiled before Bucky noticed his daughter in Steve's arms. He leaped up, ignoring his searing muscles, and quickly took her from him.

Y/n noticed that she'd moved and the person felt very familiar. "Papa?" Her voice was hoarse but she was slowly coming back to reality.

"It's me doll. It's Papa." He had tears streaming down his cheeks, and Bucky never cried. Y/n reached out and placed her palm against his cheek, wanting to feel that it was him. That he was real.

"You're real!" Y/n had finally grounded herself enough to fling her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his neck. "You came back."

Bucky hugged her back with reciprocated emotion. "I'm sorry for leaving you doll. I really am. But I'm back." He pushed his face into her hair, just glad to be holding his daughter for real. Every night on the mission he and Nat would talk about stories and memories they had with Y/n, laughing about her as a toddler. They each had a photo they kept in their pockets, and Nat had Y/n's baby thumbprint on the handle of her gun alongside her own thumbprint, so she was always with her baby girl.

"Where's Mama?" Y/n looked around but saw no sign of her. She looked back at her papa, who eyes flashed with sadness. "Where's Mama!"

"She's just in there doll." He gestured to the blue curtains, and Y/n instantly climbed off his lap. "Wait a sec, let me come with you." She waited for him to stand up before they made their way over. "Be gentle with her, Y/n. She's a bit fragile at the moment."

Y/n nodded in understanding as Bucky slowly pulled the curtain open, allowing them to slip through. Y/n stopped still for a moment as she took in what she was seeing.

Her Mama. But she wasn't up and moving like Bucky was. She was on a hospital bed, with wires attached to her arms and chest. But her eyes were open. Her eyes were open and she had a smile on her face as she saw Y/n.

"Hey big girl" Nat breathed, lifting her arms to invite Y/n for a hug. As much as she wanted to run into her arms, Y/N looked back at Bucky for confirmation before she made her way over, collapsing gently into her mother.

"Mama" Y/n took a deep inhale of her mother's scent, missing the instant calming nature it had on her. She didn't know why Nat was in a hospital bed so she made sure to be careful, not putting her weight onto her mother's body at all. She felt immediately felt at home, the feeling of her mama's fingers running through her sending a calm feeling through her body.

"Oh my baby girl. I missed you so much." That was an understatement. Natasha felt as though she was missing a limb without Y/n.

"I missed you too, Mama. God I missed you so much, you don't understand. But you're ok, right? Wh-what happened?"

Y/n sat up and shifted so she was perched on the side of Nat's hospital bed, her fingers intertwines with her mother's. Bucky had taken a seat on one of the chairs at Nat's bedside, placing his hand on top of his girls'. "It's nothing, baby. You don't need to worry. Mama was just a bit careless that's all."

Y/n couldn't believe her. "You're never careless. Every move you make is so calculated and controlled. Natasha Romanoff never makes mistakes. Ever."

Nat and Bucky were both shocked by Y/n's outburst. Their little girl had always been spirited, but not to the extent where she would question her parents' words. Had so much really changed in the months they had been gone?

"You promised you would look after each other! That was the one thing keeping me from going crazy! Knowing that you were watching each other's sixes." Y/n had stood up from the bed in despair. "What if you had been killed? What do you do then? Come home and tell me that my mom is dead because you were to stubborn to protect each other! I could have lost you, mom!" Tears were streaming down her face as she spoke. "I can't lose you." Y/n exhaled a shaky breath, collecting her thoughts. "I can't lose either of you."

Nat went to speak, but was cut off with a groan. Her body tensed up, pain contorting across her features. Beads of sweat quickly formed across her forehead and Y/n moved back from the bed in panic. Bucky slammed his hand on the emergency button, moving to grab Y/n. Nat was screaming in pain and Y/n could barely watch. She wanted to make it stop. She would trade places if it meant her mom would be ok.

Doctors came rushing in, pulling up Nat's hospital gown to check on her stomach. Bucky tried to drag Y/n away but she kicked her heels in in protest, not wanting to leave her mama's side. But she almost vomited into a bucket as she saw the extent of her mom's injury.

There was a scar which looked like it had come from a bullet wound. It was healed but still looked relatively knew. But that wasn't the alarming part. The skin around it was black and it spread through her veins, send some sort of toxin surging through her body, attacking her muscles and nerves. Nat was injected with something to help the pain, but it had little affect.

Her heart monitor started to spike and she thrashed around, her back arched in agony. Y/n was yelling out, fighting Bucky's tight grip as she tried to get to Nat. The monitor kept rising, the beeps getting louder and louder. The walls of the room felt like they were closing in, crushing Y/n's lungs until she could barely breathe. Her mind was a reeling mess, adrenaline running through her veins like lava. The doctors were rushing around, connecting more wires and trying to reduce Nat's pain.

It stopped.

Everything stopped. Nat's body slumped into the mattress, her muscles no longer tensing, her chest no longer heaving. In fact, it didn't rise or fall at all. Just stillness. Y/n was frozen once again in Bucky's arms, her heart hammering inside her chest like a hummingbird. No one spoke. The only noise was the heart monitor.

The continuous beep.

The one that everyone dreads.

No one moved. No one dared say a thing.

Apart from the redheaded teenager who had just lost her sun. Her moon, the light in her life. Gone. Breaking out of her papa's grasp, she raced over to Nat and threw herself on top, sobbing into her mom's neck. There was no pulse, no warmth that she usually felt. It was all gone. Reduced to nothing but an empty shell of a person. The doctors left in respect, bowing their heads as they exited.

Y/n let out a scream which echoed through the whole compound. Everyone who heard it recognised it was not one of fear. It was one of loss, of grief. Holding on to her mama's shoulders, Y/n broke down. Her heart ached to say goodbye. To rewind the last 5 minutes and say goodbye. Her body had attached itself to Nat, her legs wrapped around her waist and her face buried in her neck. Y/n's hands found their way into Nat's hair and she twisted the Scarlett strands around her fingers, almost tying themselves together.

"I can't lose you Mama. I can't lose you." Her heartbreaking mantra started out as a whisper but gradually got louder until she was screaming the words. She was angry. At Natasha. At the universe. At herself.

Wanda had tried to go in, but Bucky had told her to wait outside. He couldn't bear to watch the agonising scene, and he wanted Y/n to have some privacy. She'd just found and lost her mama on the very same day.

"Come back. You need to come back!" Nat didn't move, no matter how hard Y/n begged and pleaded.

"I can't do this alone. I need you."

"I can't lose you." Y/n’s broken voice was reduced to a whisper as she continued to recite these words. This lasted for hours. No one could remove the grieving girl from her mother's body. She just lay there, breathing in her mother's scent for the final time.

"I can't lose you."

#marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #buckynat x daughter!reader #winterwidow x daughter!reader #winterwidow #buckynat #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff #fanfic #bucky barnes x daughter!reader

[riacte]

“hold the line,” a familiar pfp on your dashboard declares. it’s a mutual. you don’t remember when you’ve followed them, you don’t remember when they’ve followed you, because they’ve always been there. you know their blorbo through osmosis, you know who they’ll campaign for. it’s a constant in mcytblr.

“hold the line,” you echo back, fingers trembling as you press the reddit app and carefully place a pixel. kermitcraft is now back to hermitcraft. good grief. the joke stopped being funny ages ago.

“vote for quackity!” “let’s go quackity let’s go!” you go back to tumblr. it’s 50/50. you watch with dazed eyes as the numbers change— 200, 45, 19, 8. they mean nothing, they mean everything. the thin line between grian and quackity fluctuates. your heart thumps, tense and anxious.

“hold the line!”

a ping from your discord, from your comrades in the r/hermitcraft server. not the lime green gme line starting up shit again. with a resigned sigh, you push the gme pixels back to their side.

“hold the line!”

the joehills stans are back. you voted for him in the first hour. you dutifully reblog the propaganda posts anyway. joe has lime green glasses. the gme line is lime green. refresh the stats page. still 50/50. hold the line.

“hold the line!”

oh god, not rogues on r/place. “please,” someone sobs, “we need to maintain peace with our biggest ally brasil.” we cannot afford another crisis. we must remain diplomatic. “HOLD THE LINE!” you blare into your microphone with a resounding @/everyone discord ping. we’ve got to keep our own people in check.

“hold the line!”

scar and techno’s fandoms are rallying. 20k votes, 30k votes, 40k votes. they rise to dizzying heights. another 50/50. there’s a spreadsheet. there’s fanart. there’s fanfic. your dash is in chaos. hold the line.

“hold the line!”

not the reddit void attacking, it creeps over and suffocates your pixels. regroup, rebuild, reapply the blush. it’s day three on r/place and it feels like forever. you’re obsessed. you’re getting too attached.

“hold the line!”

it’s the final minute. grian and quackity are trembling. messages fly by in your discord server as the countdown truly begins. it’s a reverse sweep, an underdog down to the very last second. we are in the metaphorical trenches. honourable allies, honourable enemies.

“hold the line!”

the gme line is our friend now, helping to maintain a sense of structure and stability after the void’s attack. the lime line is decorated with two nether portals. it’s cute. once upon a time, you hated those lime pixels. now, it’s your turn the place them.

“HOLD THE LINE!”

it comes from various people on your dash, text posts melting into one. time is ticking and running out. people are desperate jubilant relieved tense obsessed emotional joyous defeated victorious. we’ve lost track of the days and nights. new accounts flood in. they say the end is coming.

there’s a break.

the canvas expands again.

the fandom regroups.

there’s a break.

new colours are added, a beautiful collision of vibrancy.

(somewhere, someone posts their 8th picture of themselves as their sexyman campaign.)

(somewhere, someone adds a pixel of blush to a beloved mural.)

they say the end is coming. we’re exhausted, energised, exhilarated. so when someone says,

“hold the line—“

you hold onto it. grip onto it with your fingers, knuckles bleeding from countless cactus circles.

you hold the damn line.

#mcytblrsexymen #mcytblr sexymen poll #r/place #ria.fic #sorry 4 being insane 🙏 i was hungry #mcyt

[spectersgirl]

heyyy!! so i just started s5 of suits and (spoiler if you haven’t seen it!!!!) harvey’s panic attacks were introduced after donna left and IM HURTING FOR HIM. but i think that’s such great angst material lol so if you’re still taking requests maybe something with that?

Hiiiii friends!

I know I've been gone for... quite a while... but I'm hoping to start writing more frequently again! I've undergone some massive life changes over the last few months and the stress of that basically caused me to completely burn out creatively. That being said, I have a TONNN of requests in my inbox and a few of them are generally in this same realm, so I will be using all of them for this piece, I hope that's okay with you all <3

The other requests were

"soft harvey just around his girl in a tense moment?!"

"hiii! i love your writing! i was wondering if you could write a fic where harvey had like a bad day at work and he just goes home and collapses onto the reader. like just hugs and softness and cuddles galore!"

I referenced actual events and lines from the show but changed up the context a little bit, obviously.

I appreciate you all for reading my work and liking it enough to request anything from me. I've never had such a positive response to anything I've created before, so this all means the world to me. Truly, thank you :')

Be With You

Harvey Specter x Reader

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It was nearly 11pm and you were teetering on sleep, having worked all day and come home to do a much-needed cleaning of your apartment followed by a glass of wine, when your phone loudly pinged on the nightstand. You fumbled for it and turned on the small bedside lamp next to you. You smiled when you saw it was your boyfriend, probably just saying goodnight, you'd assumed.

"Hey, can I come over? Please? I really need to see you right now."

A pit formed in your stomach reading the words on your screen. Though you hadn't been dating Harvey all that long, you'd spent a lot of time together, but he'd never sent a message like that.

"Of course, is everything okay?"

You couldn't help but worry, it was simply in your nature. You stared at the bubbles that indicated he was typing, which seemed to take an eternity.

"Not really, it's been a rough day and I just really need you."

Your heart lurched, Harvey had rough days all the time as a lawyer, but none had caused this response from him. You wondered what could've possibly happened. You got up, going back out into the living room and took a seat on the couch as you lit your electric fireplace with a remote.

"I'm sorry :( come over whenever, I'll unlock the door for you."

You did just that and looked down at the pajamas you'd chosen, just some shorts and a tank top. You decided they were fine enough for Harvey to see you in. You busied yourself with some TV to pass the time until he arrived. He was there in 20 minutes, and you immediately clocked the visible exhaustion on his face as he walked inside.

He dropped his jacket onto the couch without saying a word. You opened your arms for him as he walked to you and wrapped himself around you in a hug that felt like he was clinging to you for dear life. You stroked the hair at the back of his neck as he breathed you in, and you felt that he had been sweating.

"Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" You asked hesitantly, still cradled in his strong arms.

He shook his head before pulling back, allowing you to really look at him now. His eyes looked like he'd been crying, and his cheeks were flushed. Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

"Not right now, I just need to be with you." He said, his voice slightly hoarse.

You nodded and sat with him on the couch, laying your head on his chest while you listened to his heartbeat. He absentmindedly stroked your hair while staring into the fireplace, debating on whether he wanted to fully open up about everything that was on his mind.

When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with nerves, and you sat up at full attention.

"I... A while back, right before I met you, Donna had left my desk to go and work for Louis. When that happened, I started having panic attacks. It felt like I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, it just completely took over my entire body until it passed. She came back to work for me, and then I met you, and I think that combination helped me tremendously."

You nodded, listening as he continued.

"I didn't want to tell you about it because I didn't want you to worry or make you think I was weak, and since I stopped having them, I didn't think it was important anymore, but today... I had another one."

"Harvey, I would never think you were weak for being honest about your feelings or your struggles. I'd like to think you'd be understanding and supportive of me if I was going through the same thing."

"Of course I would!" He said definitively.

"Exactly. So, do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to sit some more?"

He sighed and ran his free hand through his hair.

"Donna told me she didn't want to be on my desk anymore, she said she wanted more. I get that, but I just don't know how I'm going to do what I do without her help."

"Did she say what she meant by 'more'?" You asked softly.

"She said she didn't know."

Harvey hung his head slightly, looking down at the floor. You could tell how much this was affecting him, normally he had all the answers and didn't sweat about getting what he wanted, but this time felt different. You knew how much he and Donna had been through for them to get to this point, so it never occurred to you that someday she might want to leave her position. You idly rubbed circles on his back.

"Maybe you can still give her more and keep her at the firm with you?" You suggested, desperately trying to come up with a solution to soothe the pain you knew he was in.

"I'd love that, but ultimately if she wants to go, I have no choice but to let her."

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulder, you yawned and briefly closed your eyes as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You tired?" Harvey asked softly, suddenly noticing that it was long past the time you normally went to bed.

You nodded, sitting up again.

"Yeah, but I knew you needed me." You answered, looking up at him as you grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to keep you up." He replied, feeling guiltier than he had when he walked in. The time hadn't even registered to him after the day he'd had.

"No, no. It's okay, this is what partners do. You should be able to lean on one another, it's a balance. I'm glad you trust me and our relationship enough to want me to be with you for this while you process. Now, are you sleeping here with me or are we going back to your place? Because I know you, and I know you won't admit you don't want to sleep alone tonight."

Harvey smiled weakly before he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

"I love you, Y/N. So much." He whispered against your lips when the kiss broke.

The admission made your heart skip a beat. Neither of you had said the L word yet, but you knew from the moment you saw him that he was it for you. Harvey had felt the same but didn't want to come off as some crazy boyfriend that knew you for all of five minutes, so he buried those feelings deep down for as long as he could bare.

"I love you too, Harvey." You said, a smile growing on your lips.

"Let's stay here tonight, I don't want to spend another second not in a bed with the wonderful, gorgeous, brilliant, selfless woman that I love." Harvey declared, standing and taking you with him.

"Uh oh, you're gonna make me cry." You warned, sensing the impending waterworks.

"I'm just getting started."

#harvey specter #harvey specter suits #harvey specter x reader #suits fics #harveyspecter #request #suits #we're so back

[cookie-crumblr]

Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 2~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, extortion, pet names not given by ML (kitten, good girl), little angsty possibly?, smut will start in the next part!🐶✨!

“Sup Jazzy” his own voice says to him.

“Sup Devvy, how’re you and Issac?”

“Awww, did you just call cause you missed us?” they say in an mocking tone, their voice changing to one of their own mid way through the sentence.

“Always, but that’s not why I called.” He sends a copy of some of your cat cam footage that he sped watched through. “I just need the name of the dick hole at 57:32. I’d do it myself but I don’t want to look that thing up on my work computer.”

“Ooooo! I see why you need that info. She’s mine and Issac’s type too… Sent!”

“Thanks. This still doesn’t pay me back by the way.”

“Figures, I am using your face and all.”

“Yeah ‘nd my face is hot. You’ll owe me for a long time you filthy fuckin’ sadist.”

“Takes one to know one,” they say through a smirk. “Hey Jasper,” their head tilts in curiosity, “your girl just left her building…”

“What?” He pulls up some of the other cameras in the building to look. The second floor has a bling camera that pinged it’s owner’s phone just now.

Sure enough you’re seen walking down the stairs in front of that door. You have a baking pan in hands with one birthday candle sticking out of what looks like chocolate cake.

“Why is she going out at this time? it’s like 3am for her. Has she done this before? does she always bring cake, and nothing else?”

Not even a second passes, “Looks like once a month. She goes out at two-ish, I followed her through the ground cameras to a factory. Sending all footage from the last time now. And coordinates for current active cameras near the perceived destination.”

“Shit. A factory?! What could she possibly be doing at a place like that at three in the fucking morning. That’s so dangerous. Watch her until she gets home. And I don’t know, fucking, blow somethin’ up if shit starts to go down. I have to take a flight. ‘Nd, don’t go outside for a while, unless you get a new face in the meantime.”

“Awww, but I like your face,” they pout.

“Me too! Just kidnap someone for a minute, and deal with it. jeeze. You’ll figure it out.”

“Or I could—”

“Bye Dev.in, i’ll be in contact, and if something happens to her, you’re never getting out of my contract.”

“I hate being indebted to a filthy fucking sadist like you.” they fake a sigh, not actually upset.

“Takes one to know one.” Jasper hangs up abruptly, already packing up three laptops, and their accessories to go.

Sure enough, you’ve walked all the way to a factory at 3am.

You’re running a little late tonight…

He can wait… You think.

He’s already extorting you double, almost triple your rent now.

He can wait.

“Fuck!” You hurry.

All you brought is that stupid hollow cake filled with a plastic bag of cash, and a lighter. Like always.

Eventually you get there, none the wiser that you’re being watched over by a sort of guardian angel this time.

They invisibly follow as you swerve through dark alley ways. You take slightly different routes every time.

Dev.in sits watching, waiting, finding everything nearby that they could hack if they need to cause a distraction to hopefully save you if it comes to that.

You’ve done this so many times before, usually just out of a camera’s reach.

They get into the satellites, replaying footage, as it is unfolding in real time, comparing.

On more than one time you’ve gotten attacked.

Jasper isn’t going to like that.

He already doesn’t approve of this.

You hobble dazedly to the ER when that happens, but you still go to the drop off point first.

What could be more important or scary than that, that you’d not see a doctor first?

The satellite and the real time footage all play out similarly:

You meet the same man.

He grabs you

He kisses you on the cheek.

You light the candle.

He blows it out.

He leans in to say something into your ear.

You walk either home, or to the hospital depending.

Dogs are out barking viciously nearby.

You don’t even flinch at any of this anymore.

This has been going on for more than a year it seems.

What is in that cake?

“The cake you wanted.” You shift uncomfortably, holding the pan out in offering. “And sorry I was running a little late.”

“It’s okay,” He gives you that smile that sends a freezing chill right down into your bones. “things happen,” He shrugs.

He kisses you on the cheek, and leans further to tell you how much you owe them next month and the day he wants you to come.

His menthol cigarette scent makes you nauseous the closer he gets to you.

Intrusive and rough hands grope up your arms and one rests now under your chin.

He makes you feel filthy.

You’re grimacing.

“I trust you Kitten, besides… you know i’ll get my money one way or another.” His grip tightens and your face scrunches harder. “You’d hate to go back into the pit right? Now go on home and be a good girl until we meet again…” his grip is so tight you stifle a whine.

You turn and walk away again. Keeping your pace even, and your head held high.

You almost blend into the underground world.

Almost.

A man with a blade that glints in the cameras is following you back home.

While you fiddle with the main door’s lock and your keys, your hands tremble, displaying how terrified you really are.

Dev.in starts a car parked directly behind you.

You manage to stumble inside while the guy is distracted.

You lean against the inside of the front door, a relieved, and beyond stressed sigh leaves your chest.

Then you head upstairs, fatigued just like every time prior.

You have a fitful rest, filled to the brim with nightmares that constantly wake you up, panting and clutching your chest.

The dawn finally comes. The sun is more than welcome as it shines through the slits between your blackout curtains.

You jump out of bed, not wanting to try and sleep any longer.

You have today off work, thank goodness.

As soon as your computer is on, and dipcord is open, you get a DM, “Hey! Sorry I had to suddenly leave last night! getting a little overworked rn. Wanna VC soon?”

You call him this time.

The longer it rings, the harder your heart pounds.

“Hey there, Y/N, I forgot to tell you somethin’ last night.”

“Oh really?” You try not to sound nervous, or stressed but he can hear it all in your sleepy inflections.

“I have a meet up comin’ up soon!” He didn’t until last night though. “It’s in (a city near you), is that close to you at all? My viewers have been begging me to bring you since they met you!” He isn’t wholly lying, they really do love you already.

“What?! really!” your excitement overpowers you precarious emotional state, “That’s actually super close to me! I think I can afford the trip…” You sigh, remembering work, “Wait, um what day…?”

He frowns, his heart spreading a tingling sharp pain all the way down to his left hand, “I-I can change it! i-if you can’t make the day! when are your days off next month?”

“No!” ops, that came out a little too loud, “Uh, no, sorry. I can’t have you do that. I mean, what if your viewers already changed their schedule?” You sigh.

He hasn’t even told them yet, nobody’s schedule can be impacted.

He scrubs the footage from the bling camera downstairs to see your schedule quickly, you seem to have one day off a week… What the fuck? He thinks… And so much overtime, how little are they paying you?

“Jasper…?”

“Oh sorry! i only got like three hours of sleep last night,” he chuckles”

“Oh no! that’s not good, you should try and nap after this!” you sound so genuinely stressed for him. His pain evaporates.

“It’s on Tuesday the 12th. Is that doable?”

You sigh in relief, “Yes! I actually can! that’s so cool! it falls right on one of my days off!” Your gut flips, something feels so off…

Maybe it’s just the residual feeling from last night?

“Awesome! I’ll definitely be takin’ that nap soon then,” he laughs such a perfect and easy laugh, it somehow eases your entire being beyond belief.

Tears start prickling your eyes, and he hears your tiny sniffle.

“Is somethin’ the matter Y/N?” His voice is so gentle again. he makes you imagine a summer morning in a sprawling golden field. It’s like sun on your skin for the first time in so long…

Yes. God yes. your life. That’s what’s wrong. How the fuck did you get in half the predicaments you’re currently in? “No,” You fake a yawn, “I’m just a little sleepy, I guess we’re in the same boat there!” you let out a laugh that sounds more strained than you wanted.

You can’t cry yet.

Don’t cry yet.

Please.

Do. Not. cry.

I’m gonna take a nap too! sorry I-I have to go!” Your voice cracks, “sleep well, Jasper…”

You hang up without giving him a chance to say anything more. Without the chance to catch you.

and the second that app is closed, your dam bursts.

You feel like screaming, and you feel hoarse like you already have been.

How long ago was the last time you’ve cried?

The last time you’ve even felt safe enough to cry.

“Jazzy! my man-”

“Dev, I need ya to black this entire town out for an hour.”

#my oc #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere #yandere x reader #my fic #yandere x you #tw yandere #dead dove do not eat #oc jasper #yandere streamer #male yandere #yandere oc #streamer yandere #yandere streamer x you #yandere streamer x reader #streamer x streamer

[circusmania]

Can you please do tusedere Jax that is in denial that he loves the reader. The reader is a girl that has a crush on him but nobody really knows .Shes very happy ,hyper and treats him like a bunny but changes emotions fast. Jax is extra mean to her at first because he is confused of his emotions and he gets flustered by her. (she constantly calls him cute) He always tries to play it cool but it doesnt always work. Finally Jax realizes he likes her and "confesses" (he just wrote " your not that bad I guess. Ill be at the s;ide at 3 if your not bus" on a piece of paper and slid it under her door ) and then they date after the reader says they love him.

Please change the story as much as you want! This was just to show how they act . TYSM for reading! :'D

Jax x gn!Reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 I changed the fem!reader to a gn!reader, since no pronouns are mentioned here. ♡ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

Jax was always known as "your classic troublemaker". He always had to have some snarky remark to throw right back at you. However, the cocky persona that he had built quickly started to fall apart when You joined the troop. There wasn't anything special about You, either. Or perhaps, there was something unique about You. Your overly cheerful personality. It sickened him. What could you find so happy in this hellhole? He hated how You always found a way to pull Pomni back up on her feet after a prank he pulled. He hated how You and Ragatha had managed to form such a close bond together. He hated how you'd always comfort Gangle after her mask broke. He hated how You care for that crazy old chess piece, Kinger. He hated how You made even Zooble smile. But most of all, he hated how You made him feel. He has been stuck in this digital circus for so long, he thought he was having a heart attack when You first talked to him. The ping in his chest was something he hadn't experienced in a long time. And he wasn't that welcoming to it, either.

He tried his best to make You hate him. He pulled pranks on You, made jokes about You, believe me, he's tried everything under the sun to make You hate him. In the end, he just started to avoid You entirely, but somehow, he always wound up right back to You. Was Caine playing a joke on him? You had noticed the change in Jax, who wouldn't? Thinking he had just given up on trying to play his pranks on you, You approached him. "What's wrong, Jax? Where is your usual cocky self?" He ignored you. Which was really weird of him, but did You give up? No. You kept pestering him, kept trying to talk to him, trying to see what would make him tic. Zooble found it funny and teased him a lot because of it. You had decided to take it a step further and just started outright flirting with him. Calling him "cute" and stuff. When Jax first heard this, he quickly turned his head away. Thinking you had offended him, You quickly apologized. "It's nothin'. Just go and bother that crybaby instead."

You reluctantly agreed, not wanting to offend him any more than you had already. He didn't want to shoo you away, he just didn't want you to see his flushed face.

As days (hours, weeks? It’s hard to tell here) passed, he warmed up to You more and more. You couldn't lie that the overgrown bunny wasn't in fact cute, and maybe you were catching feelings too. Now, there weren't many people to ask for advice on how to confess. And Jax had built his reputation solely on how nothing could phase him, and he'd like to keep it that way. So, he decided to go with the classic: writing a letter. But it wasn't going to be some love letter, he could never muster up that. It was more so just a simple letter Nothing more, nothing less. Jax wrote the letter, folded it like 10 times, slid it under your door and ran as fast as he could to not get caught. After an hour or so of listening to Kinger's theories, You happily skipped back to your designated room. You unlocked your room and almost missed the paper on the floor. It was terribly creased and begged to be opened. Inside was a messy-written message stating: "You aren't as bad as I had thought. Meet me by the forest if you want to hang out or whatever..." Your heart filled with glee, You had forgotten all about your exhaustion and hurried over to the forest. Your heart pumped with joy as You saw the familiar purple bunny. As he saw your figure getting closer, it didn't take him a magician to know what your answer would be.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟

#x male reader #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc pomni #tadc #x female reader #x male y/n #x transfem reader #x transmasc reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x m!reader #jax #the amazing digital circus jax #jax x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[ribread03]

pool day. bsf!Nick(platonic) x reader x crush!Matt PT.2

warnings: Smut, fluff, teasing, Head m receiving, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap)

AN: Finally getting around to writing part 2 of this. Also Im doing this rather than writing an essay for my English class lol.

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He suddenly pulls away looking at your neck. His fingers brush over the spot he was just attacking with his mouth. "Hope you have some make up with you" He says as he turns around and leaves you there on the counter, alone, after he built up all that tension.

Getting off of the counter you change and walk up to Nick's room to say bye to him. "Bye Nick, I really need to go. Thanks for the bathing suit again." You say before you hug him and head out to your car.

When you reach your car you remember about the deep red, and purple marks on your neck. You are really hoping Nick didn't notice them, but it's Nick so he probably did. Slapping yourself in the face you back out of their drive way.

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Walking into your house you drop your bag and head straight to your bathroom. Turning the shower on, -the water being a thousand degrees-. Stepping into the shower you relaxed into the hot water. Grabbing your phone you open the music app and turn on your shower playlist.

About 5 minutes go by and you get a text from Nick. "Shit" you say out loud. You open it not really know what to expect. When you open it you see a photo of Matt but its from far away. Along with the photo is a text that says "This dude has not stopped talking for the past 2 hours. Wanna tell me anything?"

Stepping out of the shower and texting him back you don't really know what to say because you cant tell Nick that his brother gave you hickeys in the bathroom, and was praising you about the way you looked in the bathing suit that Nick got you. So you just reply with a simple "I don't know why he is like that. Idk why you are asking me?"

"I DONT KNOW Y/N. MAYBE BECAUSE YOU WALKED INTO MY ROOM WITH HICKEYS WHEN YOU CAME TO SAY BYE! GIRL AND YOU WHERE ALL FLUSHED TOO..." Nick quickly responds to your lame excuse for a lie. "and after you left I came down stairs to see Matt talking to Chris and you'll be happy to know it was about you."

Walking into your room now blushing from embarrassment and the fact that Matt was talking about me, I try to come up with a good reply to send Nick but I really can't think of any before another text pops up on my phone. It's Chris, the message is not what you expected "Matt only seems to be talking about you btw, and he's really blushing... what did you do with my brother y/n?"

Not know what to say to either of the brothers you decide to tell them some. How Matt said that you looked good in the bikini that Nick gave to you and that you should like it because it made your body look good. But you didn't tell them how he gave you the hickeys and how he left you sexually frustrated and having to deal with it on your own in the shower before they wanted to start blowing up your phone.

Nick is now blowing up your phone even more than before. Asking you to tell him everything because he knows who gave you the hickeys. "Tell me everything y/n! But not to much... that's still my brother you're talking about." So I go on to tell him everything, still in my towel.

~~

Now you are fully dressed, between texting them and trying to get dressed you've lost track of how this even all happened. Deciding to text Matt to ask him what the fuck just happened, your phone pings in your hand. Rolling your eyes you open the text and smile a little when you see it is from Matt. "Im coming over, be there in 5." You didn't expect him to be this up front and out of no where with this type of text.

"Ok.. front door is unlocked just come in." You text him back. Now you're rushing around your house to straighten it up, first your living room, then your room and bathroom. Running around your house going from room to room. Changing into your nice pajamas you go to the kitchen to get a snack. Then you hear the door open. Thinking to yourself that 5 minutes went by really quick.

"y/n?" you hear Matt say from the door.

"In the kitchen!" You say loud enough for him to hear but making sure to yell.

You hear Matt start to walk over to you. Feeling his presence behind you, you turn around to face him now. "Hey." He's standing over top of you, close enough to you to feel the heat coming through his clothes onto your body.

You can feel the tension building "Hi" You say just above a whisper. Not wanting to ruin this little moment

"What are you making?" He questions.

"I was just getting a snack before I headed back to my room to watch a movie, but you text me so I didn't go back to my room." You slightly ramble trying to make up and excuse to figure out why he is here.

"Sorry, I can leave if you had plans to do something." He pauses for a moment. "They were just really starting to get on my nerves." Referring to his brothers makes you think back to the text messages you were getting not even 45 minutes ago.

"Matt, you can stay." You say stopping him before he starts to ramble on.

"You sure?" He ask just trying to be nice but now you feel like this conversation is started in drag on.

Taking Matt's hand you lead him to your room. Going to your bed you flop down with the bag of chips in your hand. Matt is now looking at you standing 5 feet away from the bed. Patting the spot next to you inviting Matt to come and sit, he does.

"What movie you wanna watch?" Trying to ignore the throbbing that is going on in-between your legs now.

"Its up to you honestly, whatever movie you planned on watching before I came over." Matt say.

"Oh, ok then." you say a little surprise about what he said because he always wants to pick the movies or he's doesn't really get into them. So putting on your cheesy romance movie you scoot closer to him so he can have some chips as well. Feeling Matt flinch when your thighs meet sends tingles up your back for some reason.

~~

About 45 minutes into the movie you feel someone looking at you. You know who it is but you still decide you look over at Matt. When you eyes meet he doesn't look away, instead he crashes his lips onto yours. Your eyes go wide for a moment defiantly not expecting him to kiss you like that. Kissing him back your hand finds its way to the back of his neck, pulling lightly on the hair at the base of it.

This makes Matt moan into the kiss, sending shivers down your throat. Taking this as your chance to move so now your straddling him. Feeling is hard on under you, you pull away. "This okay?" You ask before slowly moving your hand down his chest down to his dick. Never breaking eye contact with him as he nods his head yes and pulls his bottom lip in-between his teeth.

Your now palming him through his pants. A moan escapes his lips making you clench around nothings. Watching as his eyebrows push together you slide your whole body down, so now your face is level with his dick. Unbuckling his pants you look up at him asking him for permission with your eyes. He nods yes again. You continue to unclothe his lower half until his dick springs up out of his boxers.

Your eyes get big when you see how big he really is. You have heard rumors about his size but you thought that people were over exaggerating, but you were wrong. Looking back and forth between his eyes and his dick.

His tip is red and leaking pre cum just from you touching him in his pants. Puckering your lips together you let a little drop of saliva fall on his tip. This action making him whimper and head fall back. Slowly bringing your thumb up to the slit you slide the saliva down the length starting to pump him a bit before taking his tip into your mouth.

Matts hands go right to your hair when you fully take him in your mouth gaging a bit when he pushes your head down by mistake. "K-keep go-going." He moans out when you hollow out your cheeks. Humming before you pull off of him. Matt letting out a despite cry when you do this makes you giggle a bit.

"Dont worry Matt, you'll get there." You say before grabbing his hand and bringing it down towards your heat, and where you needed him the most. Moaning when he slightly touches you through your panties.

"Can I touch you y/n?" He ask making sure its ok even tho you moved his hand there.

"Yes Matt, pl-please touch me" your practically begging to have his fingers in you at this point.

With this Matt moves you onto your back so that he is now over top of you. Pulling you panties and tiny shorts down throwing them somewhere on the floor. He brings his fingers to your clit moving them fast making you arch your back and start moaning his name.

You feel Matts finger suddenly insert into you causing you to moan his name. "Ma-matt k-keep going. Pl-please." Begging him to let you cum. His fingers move faster as he is trying to get you to your high.

"There you go. Come on, cum for me y/n" Feeling the coil snap as you cum around his fingers. Moaning nonsense as you come down from your high.

You wanted nothing more for Matt to be inside of you right now. "Matt?" you whisper

"Yeah?" He says in-between kissing your neck.

"Im ready, can we.." You trail off but Matt knows exactly what you mean as he pulls his shirt off and helps you with yours.

"You sure?" He ask again.

"Yes, just please, I need you Matt." begging for him to be inside of you once again.

With this Matt Slowing starts to play with your entrance with his tip. Slowly he starts to slide into you. At first its painful due to the sheer size of him but slowly it turns into pleasure. Once he bottoms out your both whispering messes, feeling his fill you so much. He fills you more than anyone ever has before.

Trying to rock your hips against his he takes this as a sign to start moving. Thrusting into you Matt groans as he starts to move faster. Your hands find his hair and tug lightly. Moaning his name and other nonsense of sounds coming out of your mouth.

Feeling close to a second high you squeeze around him. "Matt, Im close." You manage to get.

"Me to princess."

The word princess is enough to make you cum all over Matt dick. Moaning as he is still pounding into you chasing his own high. The stimulation is becoming to much as you try to pull away, but Matt's strong grip on your waist hold you down onto the bed. "Matt, cum inside of me."

With your word Matt is cumming within seconds. Falling on top of you catching his breath as you catch yours. Lifting his head Matt plants small kisses all over your face. Pulling out of you, you whimper with the loss of him being inside of you.

Once you two have both catch your breath, you finally decide to ask the question that's been killing you since he text you. "Matt? Why did you even come over here in the first place?"

He rolls over to face you. "To be honest y/n.. I really couldn't stop thinking about you, and Nick saw the hickeys and wouldn't stop bothering me about them because we went to the bathroom at the same time."

"I mean, you did give me the hickeys. Hes not wrong about that." you say with a giggle.

Planting a kiss on your lips Matt gets up from the bed and walks over to the bathroom. Coming back out with a damp washcloth in his hand to help clean you up. Smiling to yourself as you watch Matt pick up the clothes and throw them into your dirty clothes bin.

"Can I spend the night with you?"

"Of course Matt."

~~

After a little while you and Matt decide to watch a movie, falling asleep not to far into it. Tangled up in each other's arms, not a care in the world.

~~

Walking up to giggles in your room, you are met with a camera in your face with Nick and Chris behind it. Putting your hand up to block it you roll over and snuggle back into Matt's chest, giving Nick and Chris the finger at the same time.

Matt is awake not even two minutes after you are. Now whisper yelling at his brothers to get out so you can get dressed. This causes them so shout and whistle at Matt as they walk out of the room.

After you and Matt gets changed, Matt walks out of the room to go and talk to his brothers. You have no idea what he is saying to them so you have no choice to sit and wait for him to come back.

About five minutes go by when you hear Chris yelling your name. "YOU AND Y/N!" Now really curious about what is going on you quietly walk out of your room and peep your head around the corner.

You see Matt smiling blushing like crazy, Chris is still shocked at the fact his brother made a move on you, and Nick is sitting there fake gagging while giving his brother a high five for making a move.

You see Matt starting to walk back so you go to turn around and go back into your room like you've been there the whole time. "Where are you going to miss y/n?" You stop in your tracks and turn on your heel.

"No where.." You say with a slight smile which gives away your lie.

Matt grabs your hand pulls you closer to him. "y/n, y/l/n... Will you be my girlfriend?" You gasp at what Matt just said. Wiping your eyes you nod your head yes

"Yes, yes! A million times yes!" you say throwing your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss.

Gagging is coming from the next room. Nick... of course he is gagging at us. Running over and hugging Nick you thank him for the bathing suit that just got you a boyfriend and sex. Gagging in response he hugs you back.

"Hey! I pushed him to go into the bathroom with you..." Chris says feeling left out. You go over to him and whisper in his ear. "Did you also tell him to leave me high and dry in there?" backing away from him he's smiling. Hitting him on the arm "You're such an ass"

You feel hands grab your waist now. You turn around a meet Matt, giving him a quick kiss, and earning a gag from Nick. You say bye to the boys and walk out to the car with them. "Bye, Ill be over tomorrow."

"Okay" Matt says with a cheeky smile, winking at you.

"Bye y/n, see you tomorrow." Both Nick and Chris say at the same time.

Watching Matt pull out of the driveway you smile to yourself, thinking about how lucky you got to have Matt in your life.

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AN pt2: This literally took me so long to write and idky but I hope you like it. This is my first time writing smut so Im not sure how I feel about writing it yet so bare with me.. anyway I hope you liked this. OKAY BYE<3

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✰⋆⁺warnings: cussing(!) slight existential crisis(!)

✰⋆⁺Sorry this took so long to come out- I had a hard time figuring out what kind of game I wanted this to be. I also changed the pov to 2nd person bc 1st person is starting to make me a bit uncomfy- Much trial and error. Enjoy this chapter!!

✰⋆⁺ Chapter 1: Welcome to the Underground! Sike-

(Prologue) | (chapter 2)

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PROGRAM LOADED, START? (?)

YES NO (ok then)

{ enjoy your experience dear player :] } (WAIT! )

You couldn't tell where you were, and you could swear you could hear dying by omfg playing somewhere in the back of your head. Or was that all around you? All thoughts were interrupted by that trashy music.

Speaking of, your head really hurts.

And so you took a moment to gather yourself before you looked around your environment. and oh dear

Everything was either bright or pastel (you're pretty sure you wouldn't be able to see once you got out of here) and the build of the place reminded you of something from mario's 3D world.

Your Utah Aunt's baby shower could never.

You were in the forest, and in the near distance, you could see blocky-like hills. The grass underneath you was a sea green, and then you saw your feet underneath your knees.

you were pixelated... Which you found odd, the environment around you was round and 3D, but whatever.

You were in a royal attire, which made you question your lack of shoes.

Reaching for your hair you felt a metal through your tufts. A crown? You took it from its place and inspected it. huh, it was increased with a heart shaped gem. Underneath it, it was encrested with the words 'Our Majesty' Which made you do a double take.

where you a royal? Alright then. About time! You deserved this for a long time damn it!

Placing your status jewelry back on your head, you turned back to the world around you...how were you gonna get back? If this was really a video game, how many lives did you have? Were you...ever going to leave?...

What would happen if you ran out of lives?

A lot of it was cutesy in a way, something that you would've decided to play with your cousin- but knowing that your life could potentially be on the line...

Well now isn't the time to start that pissy crying now! If you're in a game, the only way to progress is to keep moving forward. In this world, time would wait you for, making your leave unnecessarily prolonged. You had to keep on moving.

You were currently in front of a rushing river, speeding as one would do when you're in a court case involving your kids. It didn't look safe to cross, so you didn't.

You looked around once more, seeing a long tree trunk conveniently placed between two branches. It also looked more like a plank now that you looked at it.

Either this game was trash, someone granted you a gift, or this was a coincidence. Either which way, you weren't gonna slow this journey. Rolling up your ridiculously puffy sleeves, you stretched and began to prepare yourself before you gripped onto the plank.

Oddly enough (what wasn't odd about this place?), the item wasn't heavy at all, but it held against the currents of the water.

You thanked the stars as you walked across your makeshift bridge to find out it was very much stable.

You marched deeper into the other side of the woods, hearing a ping above your head. You looked up to see a...?

A white check mark? Welp, you did something right in life, even if it was virtual.

You press onto it, the sign stretching out into a screen. Like a small laptop. It lowered down in front of your torso, with the screen black, and the words in purple pixelated text. There was 3 pages, each labeled stats, traits, and inventory.

Stats

Lives: 1

Death Count: 0

Health: 30/30

Attack 2/20

Traits

Perserverance: 5/20

Kindness: 0/20

Charizzma: 0/20

Intelligence: 5/20

Shadow Phase: 20/20

Inventory (1/5)

Extremely sharp knife

That sucks, you could only hold 5 things! And you weren't even gonna acknowledge the traits. And you were wrong...The wingdings didn't read 'One shit', the game is called 'One Shot'.

Which means anything with more atk damage would easily kill you, even if it took some time.

Underneath the stats read a note. It would be crazy if this was written by some gnome.

Welcome my Liege, this is Nigel the Gnome, your previous caretaker, and now lost friend! If you are reading this, I am dead.

'Well damn'

I warn you: Someone of non-royal status is going to dethrone you! Maybe even going as far to assassinate you. I am unsure. All I know is, you have to be careful on this journey. Ever since you left for the expedition, this forceful tyrant has only started his progression.

'i just got here bro-'

He's taken control of the capital, placing a bounty on your name.

'you just had to think something didn't you'

I yearn for this to be another life, but this isn't the case. Your Majesty, there is something about you no one has ever known of. Your legal guardians have entrusted me with this royal government secret, and now is the time to bestow the same upon to you.

You, my dear child, have the power to manipulate and phase into shadows. Apologies for not explaining this sooner, but here is some information you may want to get familiar with:

You can change the shape of shadows, you can travel through them as well as see through them, and you are able to make shadows, as well as your own, physical enough to defend and offend someone.

Bad news is, the only drawbacks you get is your body phasing in and out of the shadow realm, and tiredness. The best part is that only happens when you make the shadows physical.

I am running out of paper, so I have one last thing to say.

You only have one shot.

With the love, determination, and care I can give to you,

-Nigel Gnomaly

the world zoomed in around you, giving you tunnel vision. 'oh dear stars-' The world around you turned black.

GAME LOADING

LEVEL ONE FINISHED

{ Keep on going, the journey hasn't even begun :] }

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[xoxiu]

twinkle - ot7 x reader

chapter 01 table of contents masterlist

summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

They had used a burner phone to talk to the girl, not wanting to risk her tracing the number back to one of them. It had been Jungkook's idea; he found the girl's Instagram page, where she frequently posted pictures of herself, her dogs, and her friends. A quick DM and an hour later, Jungkook got her phone number and the two were texting daily.

He found out so much about the girl: her name was Ophelia, she lived in a small town in America, her dogs were named Gengi and Jingob, she had a younger brother named Henry and a 6-month-old sister named Rose, her father was Korean and her mother was Israeli. She had naturally dark, curly hair, but she frequently bleached and straightened it (right now it was an adorable baby pink). When she was born, her mother wasn't together with her father, so she was named Ophelia Felicite Potter, but her father forced her mother to change her name to Ophelia Lynn Park once they had officially started dating three months later. Henry, her little brother, was in Junior High, and Ophelia always drove him to school, since their town was so small that their Middle School, High School, and Community College were all in one building. 

Eventually, the rest of the boys began talking to her. All seven of them were pretending to be one person, a 19-year-old named Ian. Of course, Ophelia believed everything 'Ian' said. She had told them that she never had a boyfriend before, and absolutely loved the attention she was receiving for the first time. Even though she was still young, naive, and too trusting, she was still smart- both academically and morally. Whenever 'Ian' asked for nudes, she refused, which both pissed off and pleased the boys.

It was important that Ophelia never found out who they truly were. At least, not yet. The boys were heirs of one of the biggest mafia rings in South Korea, and they all knew that if the girl found out, the fake number would be blocked immediately. Even though the seven of them weren't important members in the business- their fathers and older brothers were more active than them, they were more of the poster kids- they were still expected to keep certain things private in order to keep them safe and their fathers in power. 

They decided that Ophelia would be one of the things they kept private.

'i have a surprise for you in an hour!! :D'

God, the kid was so cute. Seokjin looked down at the phone as the text alert caused the coffee table to gently vibrate. He smiled as he sent his reply.

'Why can't I have the surprise now?'

A moment later Ophelia's reply pinged.

'i'm in class right now and im fairly certain you dont want calculus as your surprise'

'Alright, I'll wait. Do your schoolwork.'

'dont tell me what to do love u xxx'

Seokjin smiled again and put the phone in his pocket. It was currently three in the morning in Seoul, so two in the afternoon Ophelia's time. She gets out of school at 2:25, so it wouldn't be long before Jin received the 'surprise' Ophelia was talking about. 

Jin idly played on his own phone, waiting for another text from the girl, when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned his head towards the noise to find Namjoon approaching him.

"Hyung, what are you doing up?" Namjoon asked, voice deep and rough with sleep. In the back of his mind, he knew he was texting Ophelia, but if something important had happened he wanted to know. 

"Ophelia's getting out of school soon and she has a surprise for us." Namjoon hummed in response. He never was as obsessed with Ophelia as the other boys, but he had talked to her quite a few times. 

Jin grabbed Namjoon's hand and guided him to lay on the couch with him. Namjoon immediately curled into his boyfriend, breathing in the lingering scent of his cologne. One of Jin's hands began stroking the younger's hair while the other continued aimlessly scrolling through his emails. 

Namjoon quickly fell asleep again, and the burner phone pinged soon after that. Jin carefully took the phone out of his back pocket, trying not to wake his sleeping beauty, and became excited as he saw Ophelia had sent a picture message. He quickly opened the messaging app and cooed at what the girl had sent. 

She had sent a mirror picture of her in a dress. The dress was a flowing red ball gown with gold accents on the waist. Ophelia looked absolutely beautiful in it, and Jin quickly saved the picture to send to his real phone. 

'prom is in a month and i really wish i could go with you. what do you think of this dress? someone told me this shade of red suits me but idk'

Prom. Ophelia would be going to prom with someone other than Jin or one of the other boys. While one of them taking her was unrealistic and impossible, it still pained him to think that it wouldn't be him. 

'You look stunning. I wish I could see it in person.'

'&lt;;3 :)'

Jin put the phone back on the table, smiled, and closed his eyes. He was absolutely whipped.

Once the rest of the boys woke up, the dress was the main discussion at breakfast.

"I think she looks adorable in it," Taehyung said, "Just look at her face in the picture- it's obvious she's in love with it, too."

"But its too mature for her! It shows off too much!" Jimin said, his voice distressed. 

"Jimin, she's not our baby yet. Once we have her then you can decide what is and isn't too big for her," said Namjoon. 

For the past month, they had been preparing a plan to bring Ophelia to Korea with them. They wanted her to be their Little, and them be her Daddies. Some of them were more excited than others (Jin and Jimin were both ecstatic about this), but all of them had warmed up to the idea. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung had gone crazy over putting together a nursery and clothes shopping. It had been easy to find childlike clothes in Ophelia's size, including a car seat, since Ophelia was rather small for her age. 

They had decided what they would be called almost as soon as they got the idea of Ophelia being a Little. Namjoon and Jin would be the main caregivers, with Namjoon being Appa and Jin being Eomma. Yoongi and Jimin would also be her caretakers, Yoongi being Daddy and Jimin being Mommy. Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook would be less of caretakers and more of playmates, but they still wanted to spend time with Ophelia. 

Luckily, they had a business meeting in America in two weeks, which would be relatively close to where Ophelia lives (thanks to careful mapping done by Jungkook), so they could take her and bring her home with them with ease. The boys knew Ophelia would have a much better life with them.

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[flowerpotmage]

Tight Grip, Broken Dam (6)

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You don’t question it anymore, when Miguel appears in your bed at night. He’s not there for sex, no, you’ve never even kissed—though you would be lying if you said you weren’t open to the idea of kissing him. He’s there for comfort. For rest. If only it could stay so simple.

Pair: Miguel O'Hara & GN!Reader

Notes: for series: slow burn, ambiguous relationship, found family dynamics, reader is in their late 20s. for chapter: miguel being... well. if you're here you're familiar with his shit. references to offscreen deaths. panic attacks and grief

Word Count: 3.5k

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Author's Note: hiii!! you must be thinking "wtf, it's not monday/sunday where tumblr user flowerpotmage is?" and you'd be correct! i'm posting this chapter on my sunday before my night shift, as i'll be away from my laptop on monday/tuesday while i visit my mom.

i'm a little nervous about this chapter for some reason, so i rly rly hope you like it <3

Miguel does not think he’s catastrophizing.

He’s sure that Jess would disagree, if he confided in her what he was thinking. Scratch that, he knows she would if she knew any of what he was doing.

Peter probably would, too. Shocking Peter. If Miguel knew how many shocking Peter Parkers he’d have to deal with on a day to day basis he probably would have thought twice about inventing the damn multiversal watch.

So, as of now, Lyla is the only one saying anything about his behavior. She’s the only one who knows.

“I think you’re catastrophizing, boss.”

“I am not.”

“And I think you owe them an apology.”

Miguel doesn't disagree, but... “What do you know, Lyla? You’re a LYrate Lifeform Approximation.”

“A very good one with a deep understanding of human relationships and emotions since you lifted me out of being locked to your apartment and got me that upgrade from your old friend, Miguel.”

He huffs.

“I think you're self sabotaging out of a PTSD induced fear of loss.”

“Dios mío, Lyla, okay, will you just let me out of this damn bathroom?!”

Lyla does let him out, eventually (despite his growls of “Vete a la chingada!” when she initially refused), but it doesn't mean she leaves him alone. It's not that she keeps pestering him directly on the subject, but rather that she pokes at it around the edges, a toothpick testing the crust of bread in the oven. Little comments about how you would have been the perfect backup for this or that anomaly event, (“They’re benched until they’re healed, do not ping them.”) or randomly wondering aloud what you might be up to when he’s in the kitchen rinsing a plate (that immediately breaks under his abruptly tightened grip).

And his sleep is terrible. It's been a week and a half since he stepped foot in your dimension, longer since—

He tries not to think about it.

“You know, I can think of something that would help with that,” Lyla practically taunts him late at night when he's trying in vain to relax enough to find sleep

“No.”

The thing is, he shouldn't have gotten so used to it in the first place. Shouldn't have become dependent on you for a good night's sleep. Because how shocking embarrassing, crawling into your comrade’s bed like a child who can’t sleep without their parents.

But it helped. And Miguel had never been the best with impulse control.

Dana was proof enough of that, even before everything changed.

And now Gabriella, too.

He lets his mind wander to her, far more willing to linger on the ache of grief and well-deserved guilt than any fresh hurt. A reminder of why he does the work he does, validation for why he keeps everything where it is, why he tries not to let the other Spiders get too close.

He’s royally shocked that last one up, that's for sure.

You hear about the new Miguel before you see him from small group passing you in the hallway where you’re waiting to ambush Peter and chew him out for yesterday’s antics. Secretly, you’re also there because you're curious about this other Miguel and want to get a look at him when he arrives, mostly because of your Miguel having been so firmly against you joining the recruiting team.

So you’re waiting, casually, just past the opening where the lobby opens out into the larger HQ, when you overhear them.

“He’s so much friendlier,” comes one Spider-Woman’s hushed voice.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen our Miguel smile so much,” a Spider-Man replies. “Even if it is with closed lips.”

They pass by, off to wherever they’re headed, and then you hear Peter’s voice approaching just around the corner.

“Yeah, whoever designed the place had a real one for architecture–”

You push yourself off the wall, turning on the ball of your foot to stand in the doorway and block his path.

“Peter.” You greet him with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms, feet planted shoulder-width apart. You vaguely register Jessica Drew and the very, very tall familiar figure beside her, but you have your sights forcibly fixed firmly on Peter for now.

Play it cool.

“Oh, there’s Garden-Spider!”

“It’s just Spider,” you suppress a smile, rolling your eyes. “He likes to call me that because I have so many pla…” You turn your gaze to the new Miguel, voice dying in your throat.

The first thing you notice about the new Miguel is how similar—no, nearly identical he looks to the one you already know. His hair is slightly different, a lock of it falling across his forehead instead of pushed back. His suit is darker, more matte and black instead of blue, and he’s wearing sunglasses even though you're all indoors.

But none of that is what killed your sentence dead in its tracks. Because the second thing you notice is how when he sees you, he looks like he’s encountered a ghost.

Peter, of course, goes to introduce you two, waving off your comment about his nickname for you. “New Miguel, this is–”

New Miguel whispers your name in what can only be utter disbelief.

“Oh boy,” Jess says.

“Um,” you say dumbly, the confidence in your posture going a bit slack.

To his credit, the new Miguel seems to pull himself together fairly quickly. He closes his mouth, and you recognize a familiar twitch in his jaw muscle just before his throat bobs in a nervous swallow.

“Sorry,” he says. “I just—didn’t expect…” he gives an apologetic, borderline sheepishly wry smile, and you see a glint of sharp teeth—of fangs—and suddenly you understand his slight mumbling, why he doesn’t open his mouth too wide. “Figures that there’d be a version of you that’s the hero out here in the multiverse.”

You give a nervous, forgiving smile and hold out your hand. “Sorry. Earth-7723,” you introduce yourself.

He looks at your hand, eyes glancing back up at you behind his tinted glasses before he accepts it with his own.

“Miguel, but I’m guessing you already know the other me I’m hearing about. Earth-209.”

“Earth-209 in the year 2099,” you quip. “Fun.”

He lets loose the barest chuckle, more of an amused huff really, as if the tension in his body won’t let him laugh properly. If you weren’t so familiar with your Miguel’s body language you probably wouldn’t have even noticed. It feels strange, being able to read a complete stranger so well. You wonder if he’s having the same experience, and how well he knows the you from Earth-209—because clearly he does know another version of you—and you also wonder if it’s as strange for him as it is for you to see such a familiar face on a stranger.

“Yeah,” he agrees, letting go of your hand; his own falls to his side. “Very fun.”

“We should get you to the Boss’s lab and introduce you,” Peter says after glancing between the two of you.

Jess nods. “I agree. You probably have questions.”

“You’re not off the hook,” you say to Peter with a pointed finger, trying to dredge back up your earlier determined mischief, doing your best to set aside the dizzy surrealism and unbalanced feeling from the brief interaction with Miguel 209.

“What did I ever do to you?” Peter says as the group begins to pass.

“Oh, don’t play innocent after that stunt yesterday.”

“What stunt?” Jess asks, raising an eyebrow, starting to smile.

“Oh, he knows.” You mirror her expression with your own raised eyebrow.

“Nope, I don’t. Bye!” Peter waves, hurrying the group along.

“No, I wanna know what's got Garden-Spider out for revenge,” Jess says even as she walks off with the two men, giving you a wave and a smile.

You watch them go, your arms now more wrapped around your middle than crossed. The new Miguel, Miguel 209, turns to look at you over his shoulder like he needs to check that you’re real.

You give him your own small smile and lift a hand in your own little farewell wave—one that he returns with a matching and equally small smile and the ghost of something sad in his brow as he turns back to watch where he’s walking.

The circumstances under which you had met your Miguel were much different. Part of your story was actually quite similar to Gwen’s, and many other Spider-People: hiding your identity from those you love, balancing the two worlds until one encroached on the other, a full scale incursion that ended in more than one life ruined and at least one snuffed out. An unavoidable event by all accounts, according to Miguel’s theory of canon events and every article about grief and guilt and control that you’ve read since.

It turns out that when you have great power, and a great deal of self-appointed responsibility, the guilt stage is hardest to overcome.

Then your dimension had its first anomaly. A copper steam-powered Rhino had wreaked a path of destruction through the underground subway. It was a miracle that nobody was killed. Well, more accurately it was because of him that people were able to walk away with their lives.

Once the scene had cleared, the panic hit you, raw and fresh as the cracked rubble. Damaged walls brought to mind an image of an entirely different event featuring more structural damage and death. As a result, when he went looking for the Spider he had helped in order to invite them to join his effort to keep the worlds intact, he found you where you were crouched behind a cracked pillar. Your knees were to your chest, your head in your hands, and your breath ragged.

“Hey,” he said, voice low as he knelt on one knee in front of you, barely more than a foot and a half away. “It’s okay. You did it.”

You looked up at him, your hands still cradled your head and your eyes now wide under your mask.

He had a hand held out to you, stretched out in an offer to help with standing up.

You glanced at it, at him, back at the hand. With a sharp movement that seemed to startle even his apparently cool and collected self, your hand darted out and grasped his, squeezing tight. He began to stand. You shook your head, and he froze.

“Sorry,” you managed to gasp out. “I ju—“ a desperate gasp for air interrupted your words, but you managed to continue: “I just need a second.”

He settled back down onto his knee. His hand adjusted to hold yours more gently.

“Breathe,” he said gently.

You did. And then you said: “You have a cool suit. What’s your deal?”

“I— what?”

“Your— your suit,” you said with a shaky, breathy laugh. “I like it.”

He hummed, a quiet thoughtful sound. “Thank you.”

“What’s your deal?” You asked again. “You’re… like me. But I haven’t seen you before.”

Then he gently squeezed your hand, letting go to rest his arm on his knee.

“I’m from another dimension.”

You linger around Earth-928, wandering and pacing the criss-crossed beams of Spider-HQ, exchanging polite hellos with other Spider-People.

Word about the new Miguel—Miguel-209—the one you can only refer to with clarifiers in your head because he’s not your Miguel and you need to differentiate or you’ll feel even more off kilter than you already do, has spread fast.

“I can’t believe there’s going to be another Miguel around.”

“Do you think he’ll co-lead?”

“I wonder how similar they look.”

“I bet he’s just as serious.”

“Do you think he’s as much of a leader type, or nah?”

“I heard he’s just as built–”

You swing up to one of the little used alcoves, a little space that feels like a cozy waiting room or one of those places in that mall you had found yourself in when you visited California as a child, styled with almost too firm armchairs and potted plants that gave the quiet corner the illusion of being shielded from passersby.

That’s where Jess finds you, strolling into the space like her belly has no impact on her.

You offer her a slight smile and a glance in greeting, shifting in your window seat to face her better when she takes a seat across from you, hand resting on her stomach.

“I think you need to talk to Miguel.”

“Which one?” you can’t help it, your mouth quirking up at the corners.

She chuckles. “Well, probably both at some point. But I’d give the new one some time to… adjust.”

You nod, then nod again at her belly. “Looks like everything’s still going well?”

She nods, smiling. “Last check up went great. Ten fingers and toes, two eyes, the whole nine yards.” (You hold back the impulse to quip ‘Wow, that’s a big baby.’) She pauses, and then sighs. “Listen. I’m sorry about the meeting yesterday.” When you look at her with a questioning frown, she elaborates: “Peter told me you hadn’t gotten the schedule.”

You look down, picking at nonexistent dirt on your suit. This one is new, a remake after your previous one had gotten shredded in the road-rash incident. “It’s fine, really. Miguel probably assumed I was still on… medical leave.” The last two words come out more bitter than you had intended.

Jess just watches you. “Your hands doing okay?”

You shift slightly, pulling off your gloves to present your palms to her, and she leans forward to look properly. The skin still has a slight irregular shine from the fresh scars, but only if you know what to look for.

“Looking good,” she says, leaning back into her seat.

“Do you wanna get some food?” you blurt.

She raises an eyebrow, and then laughs in pleasant surprise. “Sure.”

You’re closer to Peter than you are to Jess, but it’s still nice to spend time with her outside of meetings and anomaly wrangling. She’s telling the story of when she first met Gwen.

“I can’t believe she called him ‘Dark Garfield,’” you laugh. “How have I not heard about this before?”

Jess laughs and shakes her head, adjusting her grip on her burger. “I’m as surprised as you are. I guess Gwen tries not to brag, or something.”

You nod. “She’s a great kid.” You sigh. “I worry about her sometimes, honestly. I can’t imagine being Spider-Woman, or man, or any of it, so young.”

Jess sombers. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

Miguel wonders how all the Peters do this, how they’ve all adjusted to being surrounded by alternate versions of themselves when it felt so strange for him just to be face to face with one of his own. It’s not that he didn’t know, not that he wasn’t aware of the other versions of himself in the multiverse. 

He just didn’t expect to actually come face to face with one of his variants like this. One that was living. One that was also Spider-Man.

Miguel-209 had just left the lab with Peter following the latter's offer of a tour, leaving him alone in his lab with Lyla. He stands, hands braced against the console, head hanging low from his shoulders.

He pretends his chest doesn't feel tight.

“Do you think any other Miguels also-?”

“Lyla, please,” he cuts her off.

For once, she listens, falling silent.

Miguel takes a deep breath, pushing himself up on the exhale. “Did you add it to his file?”

“I did.”

Miguel nods. “Lock it.”

He doesn’t look at Lyla when she crosses her arms, creasing her brows under the pink glasses.

“It’s locked.”

He nods again, turning away further. One arm crosses over his chest, and much like when he paced the corner of the medical room a week ago, his elbow rests on his crossed arm and his fingers rest on his lips.

“They’re going to find out.”

“I know,” he says. “I know. And they should. But only from him. And I don’t need anyone else…” he trails off, unsure how the sentence ends. “It’s clearly private. For him,” he adds on at the end, gesturing his hand and resting his fingers back on his lips.

“And you trust Jess and Peter not to say anything?”

“Run daily reports,” Miguel says, changing the subject, lowering his arms to perch on his hips.

“You got it, boss.”

It had taken some very light convincing on his part (a portal) to get you to believe his story, and only slightly more after that (basic info on the multiverse and what he was aiming to do) to get you to join the Spider-Society.

Parker had been one of the first to welcome you, eventually dubbing you Garden-Spider when he visited your dimension and saw the greenery of your city, and more specifically, your apartment.

Then you hugged Miguel in his lab.

You still get embarrassed when you remember how the rest started. Another panic attack. More tears. You’d found that person’s shirt in your storage closet, and with nobody to call in your dimension who knew about both your lives, your first thought was him.

So you called. Not to ask for anything really, you’re not even sure why you did it. You suppose, if you think about it, your brain picked him as the most recent example of comfort and sympathy you’d experienced—though in the first month while getting to know him, those wouldn’t have been the words you would pick to describe Miguel O’Hara, even if they were now.

So, in a desperate grab for a lifeline, part of you had reached out before your conscious mind could stop the taps of your fingers.

“Is everything alright?” He asked when he answered, a holo-bust of his suit popping out of your watch.

“I—“ you gasped, trying to speak through your choked lungs. “I—“

“I’ll be right there.”

Not even fifteen seconds later a portal opened in your bedroom and Miguel stepped through. He crouched before you. “Are you injured?”

You shook your head, buried your face into your hands. “Sh-shit, n-no,” you managed to get out, and tried not to look at his thighs and the shape they made where they sat right in your line of sight. “I—Sorry—“

He didn’t say anything more, just moved closer and offered a hand as his mask receded. You nodded, and he rested it on your shoulder, eventually pulling you into a somewhat stiff hug, like he was trying to remember how they worked. Eventually he let go, once your breaths and tears had calmed.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Water,” you’d whispered, beyond mortified now that you had calmed down. “I can-“

But he was already up, leaving your room to find a cup for you. It took a minute, while he figured out your kitchen cabinets, but he returned with what you'd asked for.

“Peter’s right,” he said when he passed the cup into your hands. “You have a lot of plants.”

You laughed, then turned quiet, shy. “Thank you, Miguel. If… if you ever need…”

He nodded. “I appreciate that.”

It surprised both of you that it wasn't long before he called to cash in on your offer.

“Are you… Do you mind returning the favor again?” He asked through your watches, quoting you indirectly.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you’d replied after a millisecond of surprise. “I can be there in–”

“No. I mean–” he huffed a sigh. “Is it alright if I come there?”

Another second of surprise. “Oh, of course,” you repeated.

“Thank you.”

That happened a few more times, the two of you ‘exchanging favors’ of comfort and rest between regular days around Spider-HQ and missions across the multiverse.

Until one mutually grueling day came around and the exhaustion was too much for even your super-powered bodies, and Miguel had helped you home from a mission.

“Shock, I just–”

“Yeah. I need to fucking lay down,” you’d laughed tiredly, and eased yourself down onto your bed. You didn't even take your suit off; still smeared with soot and grime and a little bit of someone else’s blood.

He chuckled at that, running a hand over his hair. “Yeah.”

By then you had gotten halfway decent at keeping your eyes to yourself, glancing away from the muscles of his arm and the way they moved.

“Come on,” you sighed. You patted the space on the bed next to you, exhausted and already melted into your bed. “You look like you need it too.”

Even with your eyes closed you felt him hesitate. But you left it alone and folded your hands over your stomach, one ankle over the other, letting him decide for himself what he wanted to do.

The soft sound of your floor creaking let you know he was walking around to the other side of your bed. The gentle dip of the mattress let you know when he was sitting, and then the weight next to you accompanied by the sound of fabric told you that he had laid down by your side.

His quiet sigh when he had gotten comfortable told you that he had, in fact, needed it too.

That was the best night’s sleep you’d had in months.

It was for him too.

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[flower1622]

Clarisse fights vampires at the casino that evil Percy tricked Clarisse and made her believe it was a normal casino/hotel (Fanfic):

Clarisse changes clothes and meets Percy in the lobby. He takes her to play ping-pong, to play baseball, to the water slides and to the arcade games. They eat something and then play video games. At night, they drink, dance and continue playing games. Clarisse stays at the Casino having fun for days until Percy leaves her alone for a little bit. She goes to play some games. She talks with a person and the person mentions something about the 90's. Clarisse finds that a little weird, so she asks about the year they were in...and the person says 1999. Clarisse gets confused. She thanks the person and walks away.

She was distracted thinking about what the person said that she ends up bumping into someone else. She knocked down Sally Jackson. Clarisse apologizes and helps Sally to stand up. She asks what she was doing there. Sally says that Percy has invited her. Right at that moment, Clarisse really realises that something was totally fucked up. She walks away but she bumps into someone's chest. It was Percy.

He pretends to be confused and asks Clarisse if she was alright. She says that she wasn't. She tries to warn Percy that they fell into a trap and they needed to get out of there. He asks why. Clarisse answers him that they may have been drugged when they ate the blue cupcakes. Percy only laughs and Clarisse gets confused. She asks why he was laughing and he answers that she was the only one who fell into a trap. Then everything started to make sense to her....the dark glasses, the pale skin and cold touch....Percy Jackson has become a monster.

She says that he was a vampire and he says bingo. He says that they were in the same Casino Bianca and Nico got stuck. Clarisse curses at him and tries to punch his face. But he holds her hand. He says that such nice girls like her shouldn't dirt their hands.

Clarisse looks around and notices that there are other vampires. She noticed that some of them were feeding on the humans and the others were coming close to her and Percy.....even Sally Jackson smiles showing her fangs to Clarisse and tells her that everything is going to be alright. Clarisse gets a little desperate because she was surrounded by vampires, but she didn't let them see her fear.

She looks at all of the vampires surrounding her, but then she notices a baseball bat on a pool table near her. She runs to a vampire that was in front of her and she somersaults over the vampire and lands on her feet on the pool table. She takes the baseball bat and spins it with her hand. She asks:

- Who wants to turn into a bat pudding?

She climbs down of the pool table and start fighting the vampires with her baseball bat as if it was a sword. She also punched and kicked every vampire she saw on her way. The humans looked at her as if she was crazy because they only saw a girl fighting other people and not monsters. Then Percy gets her baseball bat and breaks it. She tries to punch and kick him, but her efforts fail. So, she kicks him in his private part, takes her dagger and stabs him.

- Sayonara, motherfucker! - Clarisse says angry and Percy desintegrates. Sally gets pissed and attacks Clarisse, but Clarisse stabs her in the heart too and Sally desintegrates. Clarisse sighs. She didn't want to do that, especially to Ms. Jackson, but she needed to defend herself. She knows that is only a question of time before they revive again. She continues fighting the other vampires and then runs away from the Casino. She sees a motorcycle and steals it. She drives away on the vehicle, but is followed by the vampires. She sees a boy coming from a competition holding a bow and arrows. She stops next to him and takes them. She continues driving away, but the boy cries and she throws some money to him.

Clarisse takes a little bottle containing the Hydra's blood that she always keeps in her pocket for emergencies and puts some on the arrow. She starts shooting at the vampires, who were following her from behind and above. She gets to "kill" them, however she forgot to drive her motorcycle and almost gets hit by another vehicle, but she stops the motorcycle on time.

- That was close! - Clarisse says and sighs

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #heroes of olympus #percy jackson heroes of olympus

[transingthoseformers]

It is a Prowl Day, so I feel like I should mention him in Propagate. I mentioned briefly that he is also carrying and in denial. Basically, most things follow Canon, but Prowl after the Tyrest Incident when he almost died and wasn't found by the Autobots sought to comfort and comfort from them. It ended with him carrying, which he didn't think was possible due to how CCs were constructed given how rare it was with a governmentally steralized species.

He isn't fully aware of it, just experiencing a lot of high stress needs to den and avoid thos ehe doesn't trust behaviors and even more wary of others.

The Dark Cybertron Arc occurs, and Megatron's Trial, but when Optimus invites him, Prowl declines. He has genuinely lost trust in Optimus in a lot of ways and is noting his instability, and his entire body screams DANGER, though he isn't consciously recognizing it.

Now Cybertron has to deal with an increasingly shut in devstated Prowl who is convinced he's dying while the Constructicons are trying to figure out a delicate way to get him to admit the obvious (to them) because the Carrier is the one who announces it culturally and him not doing it yet is semi rejecting them so they are trying to prove their worth and get him to acknowledge them. He's giving them mixed signals as he is responding well to things, but then catches himself. He blames his instinct to trust them on the gestalt bond and it upsets him more.

Society takes a sharp left turn when Phase Seven is announced, and there is a confusing reaction (for those not in the know) from the Decepticon Populace who, accept this as the reason Megatron went Autobot and immediately start being more actively courting Autobots and Neutrals. Even more its working and everyone is dealing with a baby boom.

Tarantulas eventually still happens and kidnaps Prowl, forcing him to accept what is really happening. Due to changes though the Constructicons are the ones who come running and Prowl hesitates when Tarantulas asks and is emotionally compromised enough to admit Ostaros/Springer lived and he has been keeping an eye on him since. This changes the direction of this conversation and when Arcee and the Wreckers and Kup (who got pinged by panicking Sires) arrives Prowl gives it away and there is a whole messy family reunion and everything takes on very different tones with Verity just judging the entire time. The Constructicons are bristling and holding Prowl who accepts it and very quietly informs them he is carrying and they are over the moon.

Prowl cannot make himself go back to Cybertron and Starscream's rule, and the Constructicons don't blame him. He considers going to Earth but sees Optimus decide annexing it is a sane reaction and turns away. They head towards Luna-1 because Prowl is still needing to eliminaye threats and he leaves Tarantulas a contact and does not order he be eliminated not that it would work.

On the way a situation occurs and Prowl gets separated from the Constructicons who are freaking out and runs into the Scavengers who end up delaing with him giving birth while being attacked by slavers who want to sell the baby Cybertronians. Grimlock and Spinister help him with Grimlock specifically carefully carrying one, the future Grimlock II, back to Prowl.

He names them afterwards.

Sentinel happens with the addition of the Constructicons and commentary on Prowl’s "abominations" (babies) and Prowl dens down on Luna-1 making awkward friends with the Moon Husbands who think he is just enough of a sad sack to pity and is covered in children.

Tarantulas eventually ends up calling up Prowl instead of Overlord and they reminisce and Prowl thinks up a reciprocity since Mesothulas didn't get to raise a child Prowl should give him one so he attempts to seduce and babytrap Tarantulas who sort of bluescreens about it. Fort Max is the one who sits Prowl down and goes hey body please use words after the third time he catches Prowl in the closet with the "spider monster" that Red Alert warned them about and Prowl explains the logic. Fortress Maximus has become that friend who helps Prowl be less an asshole and articulate his feelings and forces him to verbalize them.

He, Tarantulas, and the Constructicons discuss their future and plans and the Constructicons explain yeah they love Prowl and he's Gestalt and theirs but they can tell he has some weird complicated feelings he needs to resolve and they are fine with the spiderbot and appreciate the warning because they've been having some weird sex dreams lately.

Blackarachnia happens by the time anyone finally realizes where the "missing" Prowl ended up.

Of course he's carrying and in denial about it yep yep, typical Prowl move

yk Prowl under more stress is probably something nobody needs, goddamn he's gotta be terrifying

A lack of Prowl at the trial has gotta lead to interesting consequences! Makes sense he lost trust in Optimus, Prowl isn't doing so well

So Prowl's losing it and the constructicons are trying to help but they kiiinda don't know what to do, makes sense the gestalt bond would register them as safe™️

I cannot properly explain the sheer sound I made when I read "when phase seven was announced"

My godddd is that gonna cause fun results because all the other phases were rather unpleasant, but this part? Oh dear Primus is this gonna cause so many funny interactions between decepticons who Know and the autobots and neutrals who Do Not Know. Megatron did not intend on this when defecting, but ykw it could've been worse. It could have been worse. I mean, this definitely changes how mecha are gonna see the moderately confused Megatron and the far too elated Tarn. Tarn, such a force for horribleness, endorsing creation.

Ooo on the Tarantulas event still happening and him immediately noticing Prowl is carrying and well Tara Mc No Filter is definitely gonna bring it up. Makes sense in this case the constructicons are the ones coming for him this time, which has gotta cause interesting results.

FAMILY REUNION TIME

Verity is judging so much

So so much

Prowl: fine I'm pregnant

Verity, who has eyes and can see this: nice to see you've caught up with the rest of us

So Cybertron is a no go, Earth is a no go, so off to Luna-1 they go time to have some babies on the moon. Moon babies yet again

[this action will have consequences later on]

THEVAFVKJXX

THE SCAVS

So the scavs 100% help, Prowl babies love being born at the exact wrong time don't they. Aw on Grimlock with just a tiny little constructiprowl sparkling.

SENTINEL YOU ASSHOLE, YES

The moon husbands have several opinions about this but those opinions are somewhat in the positive, "nice to see someone loves Prowl, must be lonely to be the only ones" just.

A sad sack of pity and covered in children

oh Prowl.

Tara:

Tara: ykw I'm gonna try the whole parenthood thing again and Prowl did give me his number after all

Poor Red Alert, he probably thought he was losing it again but nope nope it's real, the "spider monster" is real babygirl and don't worry destruction is the opposite of what's on his mind right now

I like to think Fort Max gave them the most tired stare after catching Tara and Prowl. Just. MN YES, HE'S NOT SO SURE THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO BEND LIKE THAT. The idea of Fortress Maximus actually helping Prowl be a better person is amazing, because fuck knows someone's gotta do it.

They do honestly need to have a thorough, thorough talk, and I like to think the moon husbands are lightly but consistently pushing them to talk about figuring stuff out. This actually brings up cool things regarding how being in a gestalt affects having a non gestalt partner, I'm stashing this away for Broadwings Universe KOBD and Stunticons reasons.

And all of this went down while only two large handfuls of people knew where Prowl was

#maccadam #transformers #stage seven: breeding season #propagate #idw prowl #constructicons #idw Mesothulas #idw tarantulas #< same guy #constructiprowl #taraprowl #moon husbands #blackarachnia #mtmte scavengers #idw optimus prime #sentinel prime #Wreckers #and more!

[ae-azile]

Progression, Chapter 22 Sneak Peek:

Between the two of them, Kim tends to sleep later than Chay. His body is hard-wired to stay up late, and on top of that, he tends to sleep lightly. The latter is something that has changed a little in the last two months. Sleeping with Chay is just better. Even when they had slept on the couch in Chay’s house - prior to everything falling apart - he slept better than he usually had. Now that they're together and Kim isn't waiting for Chay to find out everything and leave, he almost always sleeps through the night. 

So that's the only explanation for not hearing his phone ping the next morning. He sleeps right through it until Chay is gently shaking him awake. 

“We missed a few texts. I have been talking with Macau for a bit, but you should catch up and read them.”

Kim lets his eyes open as he sits up and grabs his phone from the nightstand. Even as he opens the texts from Macau and Porsche to read them, he can't quite comprehend what it means. 

Macau: Hey, why is my brother talking to Kinn on the phone?

Macau: I'm not hiding in some safe house to wait out another attack. The cell service was so shitty and the WiFi was non-existent. I was kept out of the loop until Porsche and Khun came to get me. Pissed me the fuck off at the time, but I went with them because I needed out of there, even if it meant death. 

Macau: That sounds like I didn't care about my brother. I did. They downplayed his condition until we got to the hospital. I didn't care about the shitty service after that, but it was horrible while it was a main priority and I didn’t know any better. 

Macau: He's now off the phone, barely talking, and cuddling with Paris, Valencia, and Pittsburgh.

Chay: Who are Valencia and Pittsburgh?

Macau: Hia’s and P’Pete’s cats, duh. 🙄 Took you long enough to answer. 

Chay: Who names a cat Pittsburgh? Who names anything Pittsburgh? 

Macau: When Hia and P’Pete got them, they agreed to each name one. Hia named the girl Valencia because it is a city that has the same starting English letter as his name. So P’Pete picked Pittsburgh for the boy because it matched the starting letter of his own name. They also got stuck there during a layover last year due to a huge snowstorm and it was the first time P’Pete ever experienced snow. I guess they even extended their time there a couple of days to enjoy it. Pittsburgh now has a special place in P'Pete's and Hia's heart. Anyway, the cat is white. Pittsburgh. 

Chay: I guess that makes sense? Also, why did you never say anything about being an uncle now? Kim and I would have sent you a present or something. Hia showed me a picture of Paris. She's really cute. 

Macau: I’ve been an uncle. Valencia and Pittsburgh have been here for a while now and are a lot quieter. Paris doesn't scratch at the furniture though, so that's nice. I think that's why she's Hia’s new favorite. 

Chay: That's definitely it. Let me know if anything else happens. 

Macau: wtf he and Kinn are on the phone again. What is going on???

Kim: 🤷🏻

As soon as Kim sends that emoji to Macau since he doesn't actually know, he moves over to the text group Porsche started with the two of them. 

Porsche: Kinn and Vegas talked on the phone for over an hour last night. I guess it went well. Kinn was emotional when I got back to the suite, but he said it went better than he expected it to go. 

Porsche: And they're on the phone again. Idk who called who.

Porsche: They're fighting over some game they played when they were kids and are choosing to be pissed off about that over literally anything else?

Porsche: Vegas hung up on him 😕

Porsche: Nevermind, he answered when Kinn called him back. 

Porsche: I don't know what is going on. Kinn is laughing about something. It's exhausting to keep up with. I am about to go hang out with Arm and Khun because they cause me less stress.

Chay: You can't. This is more important and interesting.

Porsche: Important, maybe. It isn't interesting when I can only hear one side of the conversation. You know two people who are interesting? Arm and Khun. 

Porsche: Also? Took you long enough to answer. 

Kim: 🤷🏻

“Is that all you have to contribute to both conversations?” Chay asks as Kim cuddles back into him, “You just found out your brother is on his second phone call with Vegas and that's the only thing you can say?” 

“It's their third conversation,” Kim mumbles, wrapping himself around Chay, “Vegas hung up on him the second time. See? I care. I paid attention to what I read.” 

“Kim,” Chay says, “This could be huge for your family. You may have some sort of reconciliation and be friends with your cousins again after years of animosity.”

“I’m not going to get my hopes up, but that sounds nice.” Kim says, but it is apparently not enough. 

“Kim. Call your brother. See how he's doing.” 

Kim glances up at Chay, “It sounds like he is probably on the phone.” 

Chay points at Kim's phone and keeps staring at him, “Try. If he doesn't pick up, ask him to get a hold of you later.” 

“Or I can just call him later,” Kim counters, “Or talk to him when I get home.” 

Chay lets out a huff, “I'm nosy, P’Kim! I want to know what's going on now! I'm invested, just like Hia is invested in us, as well as Arm and Khun-” 

“Pretty sure ArmKhun is his top ship now,” Kim says with a shrug, “And there is no romance between Kinn and Vegas, so it isn't really comparable-” 

“Maybe I get more invested in toxic family dynamics than I am in romantic couples!” Chay says, then literally rolls over Kim to grab the phone before handing it to him, “Call him. Now.” 

#progression preview #progression 22 #kimchay fic #kinnporsche fanfic #kimchay fanfic #progression spoilers #I may share a second preview #i just started writing and felt like sharing what i have so far lol

[fixyourwritinghabits]

can you give me some advice? i always know exactly what i want to write for a cold opening/inciting incident and exactly what i want to write for an ending, but everything in between i just have no good ideas and have rewritten no less than forty times. any advice for coming up with a beginning and middle? i’m dying.

You're at a great point, to be honest - having the ending figured out is half the battle right there. For the rest of it, there's two pathways to consider

The Big Turning Points in the External Plot:

The Beginning - This is your world before, where you establish the status quo. You'll also establish what needs changing (an evil empire, a toxic relationship, facing the first day of school). The important thing to think about here is whatever you want the ending to resolve or confront will have its establishing roots in the beginning. If the main character ends with leaving his abusive home and finding comfort in friends and therapy, then we need to firmly establish that home in the beginning.

The Inciting Event - While this is where things change, it's merely the jumpstart of the change. The important thing to know is there's no path back to before the inciting event happens (joined the rebellion, slapped the abusive ex, passed out in front of your fifth grade class). The only path for the main character to take is forward.

The Middle (or Mid-Climax) - Your character seemingly finds the solution to their problem, but it backfires/makes things worse/leads to a bigger problem (saving the princess means the Death Star is tracking you down, leaving the state means your ex will ruin your reputation, the rush to get with the cool kids deeply hurts your best friend). One of the better ways of thinking about this is your character has been circling around how to fix their problem with solutions that don't work, and after the middle will have to turn down the path of finding what will.

The Climax - The big end fight, etc. We resolve the external plot (we blow up the Death Star!) because we've faced an internal crisis and beat it (believed in ourselves/the force). Or... this is a tragedy and the reverse happens. Either way, potential is realized, grasped, or lost.

The Ending - I think when you said you had an ending you might be thinking of the climax, but what I mean by ending here is just Wrapping Things Up. It's the final shot of the movie, it's the last chapter in finding out where our characters end up. It's the epilogue or sequel bait. Basically, you'll give your readers one last emotional ping to send them off on.

Now, it's easy to put those cards together, but how do you actually use them? I want you to switch gears and think about your story from a character standpoint. You have where your characters ended up - now what did they need to do to get there?

The Big Turning Points of the Internal Plot:

The Need for Change - The beginning is where you'll introduce your characters, their wants and needs, and establish what they need to accomplish even if they don't know it yet. Luke Skywalker is restless on his farm while the galaxy goes very wrong around him. We know what's wrong and what will need changed, even if he doesn't yet.

The No Return - The inciting event will yank your main character into your main plotline. Whatever happens will force them forward no matter how much they want to go back. A traumatic event, a witnessed attack, something that they can't run from, even if they try. Mirabel witnesses the house starting to fall about in Encanto. Even when no one else sees it or believes her, she knows she can't pretend it didn't happen.

The False Victory/Defeat - The path to the middle is best described as "the wrong way" in my book. The main character tries to fix the problem, but because they won't confront their own flaws or fears, they bungle it. They seek out someone else to solve the problem, or invest in the easy way out, and it doesn't work (or creates a bigger problem). The false victory is when things should have worked, but didn't. The false defeat is when things go badly wrong - but the main characters double down to fix it regardless.

The Road to the Climax - If your characters have been trying to fix things the wrong way in the first half of the book, the second is about fixing things the right way. Confronting fears, facing painful realizations, breaking out of toxic relationship - this part of the book will give your characters the tools they need to face the climax.

Weave these two together and you'll be able to find your footing. Get stuck in an action point (external plot), think about how it's affecting your character points (internal plot). If you already have an ending, sometimes the easiest thing to do is to work backwards. Good luck!

#plotting #plot points #writblr

[devastator1775]

Rewrite of Episode 7: Mass Destruction so it makes sense in my Nix Doorman AU!

Also on AO3!

Uzi stared at the screen that had shown all that had happened with her mom and the AbsoluteSolver. How it had taken her over, how Yeva – doll’s mother – had used some crucifix to exorcise the malevolent AI and how they inadvertently had had a hand – no pun intended – in the Core Collapse of Copper-9. The tape had ended for a little while now, but Uzi was still staring at the static, her eyes replaced by the Solver’s symbol.

CRACK!

The tv screen cracked and Uzi – painfully flung back to reality as her right eye flickered yellow once again – stumbled backwards, panting heavily. The candles that lit up the halls went out, showering the cathedral in darkness for a few moments, before lightning struck outside and illuminated the room and cast a shadow of someone standing in the doorway and slowly started to make its way towards Uzi.

The latter never noticed. What she had seen on the tape had scared her immensely. She felt panic well up inside her, pulling on her choker until it came off. She stared at the thing in her shaking hands with frantic breaths, fear in her expression. Her mother’s necklace slipped out of her hands, dropping to the floor with a high-pitched ping. Uzi stared silently at the ground, trying to make sense of what she had just seen, what it all meant and in what her next move should be …when she suddenly heard something behind her. She slowly turned around, her hollow eyes slowly widening in shock as she saw-

“Doll?” Uzi asked, staring at her rival – by lack of a better word. 

The red-eyed Drone stared at her for a few moments, opening her mouth to say something …and promptly stumbled to the ground, coughing up oil and groaning in pain. Her shock at seeing the girl changed to a mixture of curiosity and worry. She slowly approached Doll and with every step that cold feeling inside her stomach grew. Doll looked damaged, extremely damaged even. Oil was leaking from numerous wounds and sparks flew from exposed circuitry. Something had attacked her and damaged her so much that her regeneration couldn’t kick in.

Despite her damage and obvious tremendous pain, Doll managed to push herself towards a pillar, so she could sit upright.  Convincing herself that the Russian Drone wasn’t able to attack her, Uzi closed the distance between them and knelt down.

Doll managed to look up. Her visor was cracked and her screen was glitching between her eyes and [⚠ DANGER ⚠]. “<Uzi…>”

“Doll, what happened?” Uzi asked. “What …who did this to you?”

“<Uzi….>” Doll repeated, her voice weak and barely audible. She grabbed Uzi's hand.“<Fight …. fight back.>”

“Fight back what?” Uzi asked. “Doll, what attacked you?”

Doll’s visor started to flicker and her head started to droop. “<The hu- …the hu->” Her chin fell on her chest and her visor showed the message [⚠ Low Power ⚠].

She was offline, but …still alive, it seemed. Uzi couldn’t help to feel a tinge of sadness for Doll, despite everything she had done. After all, Doll seemed to wanting to help, even if she had done things completely wrong …and unforgivable. She didn’t deserve to be brutalized like that. Uzi stood up and backed away from the unconscious Drone, fear once again growing in her chest.

“Yikes.” A familiar voice announced behind her. Uzi turned around and saw Tessa leaning casually against the cathedral doorframe; her figure briefly illuminated by the flash of lightning. “Someone’s been busy.”

Uzi realized how this looked like. Doll damaged and she standing there unscathed. Tessa probably thought that she…

“Tessa, I- I didn’t-“ Uzi panted, backing away slowly from the human as the latter pulled her sword from her back. Sparks jumped from the floor as the sword carved into the stone tiles while Tessa slowly approached her. Uzi gestured frantically towards Doll’s body, as if to make a point.  “Sh- she just –”

Tessa kept coming at Uzi with confident strides.

“Wait!” Uzi’s visor glitched as she felt the Solver’s influence trying to take her over again. She let out a shrill gasp as one of her wings popped out of her back, while some sort of claw shot out and grabbed a pillar, holding her in place. “Something else did this to Doll?”

Tessa swung the sword over her shoulder, looking over to the fallen Drone. “Oh, ‘someone else’, ey? And what could possibly be able to – to …” Her voice faltered and she seemed to stumble for a moment, her hand clutching her helmet, almost like she felt lightheaded for a second. She shook her head and continued her way towards Uzi. “Nah, not gonna fall for that. Nice try, little Drone.”

Uzi raised her hand, the Solver symbol appearing in her open palm. “Please, you – you have to believe-“ She froze when her visor showed her a message.

⚠--//ERROR: AbsoluteSolver_trn [like object non-interactive] --⚠

Uzi’s thoughts were running at lightspeed. She had seen this message when she tried to use her powers on Doll when she attacked Uzi in her home …which seemed so long ago, even though it all happened that same day. Their powers didn’t work on each other because they both had the Absolute Solver. But now Tessa…? No, it was different somehow, but Uzi couldn’t figure out what. She didn’t have the time to, anyway.

“Don’t worry. Makes my job easier.” Tessa said as she closed the distance between her and Uzi. With a swift kick, she knocked the scared Drone to the ground. The sword dragged across the ground as Tessa made her away around Uzi, the latter wincing in pain as the blade cut through her wing. She tried to use her powers to halt the blade, but Tessa stomped on her wrist and raised her sword. “Thought there’d be more of you silver freaks anyway.”

Tessa aimed the tip of the sword at Uzi’s chest and rested her arm on it. Uzi wrapped her hand around the blade, wincing in pain as it slowly started to pierce her chest despite her best effort to pull it away. Her eyes kept glitching between the colors purple and yellow. Tessa raised her fist above the handle, readying herself to give the final push and-

A blade suddenly rested against her neck, halting her final blow. She looked over her shoulder and saw N standing behind her. One of his eyes was showing an ‘X’ and in his free hand he held a crucifix – or more precise, an USB drive shaped like a crucifix.

“You knew about the patch, yes, or no?” N demanded, pushing his blade slightly harder against Tessa’s neck. “One. Chance.”

Tessa placed a finger against N’s blade and casually pushed it from her neck. “Cuuuute.”

Before N had time to react, Tessa had suddenly swung her sword against N’s blade and knocked him briefly out of balance. The Disassembly Drone quickly regained his composure, reacting just in to time to parry another swing of Tessa’s blade.

“Why are you doing this?” N yelled as he and Tessa exchanged blows, sparks flying all around them.

“I need to do this!” Tessa did a backstep and thrusted forward, aiming for N’s chest.

N deployed his wings, giving one fierce flap to dodge the attack and stagger Tessa. “WHY?”

Tessa seemed to falter for a moment. “I – I…”

N noticed how weird she suddenly sounded, and he briefly dropped his guard. Tessa seemed to overcome her brief confusion and immediately took advantage to use some acrobatic moves to bring herself closer to him. N shrieked in surprise as she landed right in front of his face, but managed raise his blade in time to block Tessa flurry of attacks.

“I told you, N!” Tessa shouted as she swung her sword again and again, forcing N on his knees. “You needed to choose! The Universe or one little Drone!” She raised her sword over her head.

N saw his opening. “I have chosen!”  He lunged upwards, his arm outstretched and –

Tessa let out a gasp. She looked down at her chest …and N’s blade that stuck inside her. The sword slipped out of her hands, falling on the ground with a loud metallic clatter. “Oh…”

“I’ve chosen Uzi.” N announced through gritted teeth. He pulled his blade out of Tessa’s chest, whom fell on her knees, clutching her stomach. Her entire body was trembling as she slowly looked up at N.

“N …” She began weakly. “I remember…it wasn’t…” Her voice faltered as she fell over on the ground and stayed there. Motionless.

N looked at the thick red liquid that was staining his blade as it was dripping on the floor. As the realization of what he’d just had done hit him, he started breathing heavily, nearly falling over if didn’t use his blade to keep him upright. His audio receptors were ringing, the world was spinning and he barely noticed that Uzi had rolled over on her stomach and had started to drag herself towards him.

It wasn’t until her hand clutched the crucifix that he managed to fall back to reality. “H-hey, buddy. Yeah, that should help” N began weakly as Uzi took the patch out of his hand. He started to help Uzi stand up. “All I know is, I need you …to figure things out.” He smiled as Uzi put her hands in to his’. “Together.”

He pulled Uzi to her feet, their hands interlacing. He smiled softly at her …before suddenly the latter crushed it, making him wince.

Uzi started giggling weirdly.

A moment later, she used her powers to destroy the patch.

N’s eyes grew in shock as slowly the realization started to dawn on him.

Uzi kept giggling. “That’s really sweet.” She began, but her voice wasn’t Uzi’s anymore.

It sounded like …

Uzi’s head snapped up, her smile wide and her eyes yellow. “Big Brother.”

Cyn. The Solver.

N didn’t have the time to process before Uz- The Solver threw him against a pillar and pinned him against the stone with a claw through his shoulder.

��Too bad you served your purpose.” The Solver commented, hunched over and their head snapping towards the pinned N with their unsettling grin. They started to make their way to him as another clawed tentacle grew out of their back. “Don’t worry. Your backups will forgive me.”

They raised their claw, ready to dispose of N.

They swung.

Just before it could decapitate N, a pickaxe collided against it and knocked it away. A purple Solver symbol appeared around the pickaxe. A heart – wearing a mourning cap – jumped down onto N’s shoulder, quickly cutting down the clawed tentacles from the flabbergasted Solver.

“Nori?” The Solver asked, genuine surprise soon replaced with anger. “You’re dead.”

Nori angrily pointed the pickaxe at the Solver. “You’re frickin’ grounded.”

“ANGRY!”

A battle commenced. The Solver launched claws at the Nori, but she quickly deflected them, giving N time to fly up to escape. A Solver-power guided pickaxe got thrown and landed in the middle of the Solver’s face. N readied his gun and prepared to shoot, but …he hesitated. The Solver looked at him, their expression neutral. All he could see was Uzi and he couldn’t bring himself to harm her. A wide, disturbing smile grew on the Solver’s face. A moment later, it teleported towards him and Nori, clawed tentacles growing out of their back. It grabbed N and threw him against the wall.

N fell on the floor. He blinked and the Solver was suddenly in front of him, pinning Nori to the wall. He deployed his blade and held it against the Solver’s neck, ready to slice …only to find himself once again unable to do it. The Solver grinned at him as they grabbed the blade and started to push it against their neck. Oil started leaking from the cut. N panicked and tried to push the blade in the other direction, trying to keep the Solver from hurting Uzi.

Nori took advantage of the Solver’s distraction to use her powers to grab her pickaxe and cut off Uzi’s arms. Free from the solver’s grasp, she landed on N’s arm and …slapped the Solver once across their face. She grabbed her pickaxe again and gave the Solver a mighty slap, slinging it across the room where it landed on a small building.

Nori spun around and gave N a few slaps as well, giving him a look that spoke a thousand words. Get your head in the game, dummy!

Behind them, the sound of lightning sounded as the Solver regenerated their arms, electricity sparking around them. They raised their arm, making a giant [null] sphere appeared, which started to shoot [null] discs at them, which they barely managed to dodge. N and Nori flew up, dodging [null] attacks left and right as they made their way over to The Solver.

Barely managing to dodge another attack, N managed to close the distance between them and the Solver, grabbing one of its arms, which Nori promptly sliced off. With the connection severed, the [null] sphere disappeared. As the Solver raised their remaining hand to create another [null] sphere, Nori quickly jumped on its head to distract it. N flew up again, deploying his gun. He flew around the Solver, showering it with a hail of gunfire, which the latter deflected with one of their wings while it deployed [null] spheres into N’s flightpath.

After Nori managed to cut off the Solver remaining hand, they used its brief disorientation to slam directly into it, knocking it off the chapel. The Solver deployed their wings just as N and Nore landed on the opposite wall. Nori quickly threw her pickaxe toward the Solver.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion.

The axe flew towards the Solver with every intention to kill.

The Solver stared right at them.

It winked at N.

N saw Uzi in danger.

N reacted instinctively. He took off and managed to reach ‘Uzi’ before the pickaxe could hit her, pushing her out of the way of its path …and bringing himself into it instead. As their eyes met, N managed to bring a soft smile on his face.

Yellow eyes briefly flashed purple.

The pickaxe collided against N, cutting off both of his arms and threw him on the ground. N groaned as his blurry vision slowly started to clear up. A pickaxe suddenly landed right next to him, barely missing him. As he looked up, he noticed that the Solver had taken Nori and was …going to eat her?

N’s thoughts were racing, faster than he’d ever thought before. He needed to do something. He had seen Uzi’s eyes. She was still in there. She had managed to break free from the Solver’s control, if only for half a second. He needed to reach her again.

It was then that N had an idea. He had no idea if it would work, but … Despite being severed from his torso, N still had control of his arms. He quickly made them start to write out a message.

“Nori!” N shouted. “I should mention, Uzi and I, uh…”

The Solver stopped mid-attempted-meal to look down at the message that N had written out in his own oil.

HANG OUT? WE JUST KINDA ARE HANGING OUT A LOT IDK

He had also drawn a big heart and some type of dog.

The Solver lowered their hands in annoyed confusion. “What?”

“Uzi Doorman.” Nori began, her voice filled with the reprimand and authority only a mother could muster and that could bring any teenager to their frightened knees. “Those things killed your frickin’-“ She raised a tentacle. “MOTHER!”

The Slap of Motherly Love landed with such might, it made the Solver plummet to the ground in a matter of …a second. Nori landed back in its hands.

“OW! I’m not- “The Solver’s voice started as they scrambled up, their eyes started to flicker between yellow and purple. Suddenly, a familiar – but angry - voice sounded as yellow eyes turned into purple. “HEY LADY! YOU DON’T FRICKIN’ OWN ME!”

Uzi was back.

N started to laugh in victory, but was almost instantly switched to a scream in horror as he watched as Uzi unceremoniously punted the Heart into the flesh pit.

“UZI!” N shouted as he walked towards her.

The latter spun around; her furious expression locked on N. “WHAT?” she asked – practically growled. She angrily stomped her feet as she walked to N. “We did not discuss being gross and –“ She started shrieking in teenage annoyance.

“That was your mom!” N shouted.

Uzi stopped mid-scream.” What?”

N panicked. “Wait, no!”

They both started shrieking at each other …and fell into each other’s arms. Tears streamed down Uzi’s face as N rubbed the back of her head in comfort. Uzi tightened the embrace for a few moments, before they both let go.

N smiled softly at Uzi, brushing a lock of her hair out of her visor. “I’m glad to have you back, Uzi.”

“I’m still mad at you.” Uzi said, but the blush on her visor and the small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth said otherwise. She took a step back, her hands pressed against her temples. “Wait, you said that heart was my freaking mom?”

N chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, long story. She kinda saved me fro-“ N paused and looked at something behind Uzi. “Uh, didn’t I see Doll earlier?”

“Yeah, something attacked her.” Uzi explained. “She’s in a bad shape.”

“Well, she must’ve regained some strength, because …she’s gone.”

“What?” Uzi spun around and looked where she had left Doll. She was indeed gone. Only a puddle of oil to indicate a damaged Drone was laid there as proof was left. Uzi groaned. “Guess we’ll run into her again ….”

“Do you know what attacked her?”

“My guess it was-“ Uzi noticed something moving behind N. Her eyes hollowed in shock. “TESSA!”

N immediately spun around, his blade deployed and resting against the neck of Tessa once again, who stood before them, clutching her stomach and blood slowly dripping on the floor. Uzi quickly hid behind N, clutching his arms and peeking from behind his back, giving the human the stink eye.

Tessa took in shallow, raspy breaths as she looked up at N. “N, Uzi, you need t-“

“Yeah, we’re done listening to you, backstabber!” Uzi announced. “Why don’t you just lie down and-“

“Please!” Tessa desperately cried out. The fear in her voice made N take a step backwards and even Uzi felt something wasn’t right. “You-“ she coughed. “Please, listen to me. I don’t know how much longer I-“

“Tessa, what’s going on?” N asked, holding out his blade again. He was ready to listen, but he wasn’t going to drop his guard down this easily…this time. “Why is JCJenson doing this?”

Tessa groaned in pain, but managed to find her voice. “Not them. Don’t work for them, not really …my cover…”

“What do you mean?” Uzi asked, her curiosity spiking.

“I work for the …the New Earth Alliance government of the Unified Colonial Planets.” Tessa began.

“Who and what?”

“They formed ….out of the remnants of human governments ….” Tessa groaned. “Ugh …after Earth’s destruction. Preserve what’s the human race. Rebuild our society on various exoplanets. I’m an Agent. My mission …infiltrate JCJenson and see what their role was with the Solver and its destruction of earth…”

“So …you’re a spy?” N asked, a hint of his usual childlike admiration in his voice. Uzi slapped his shoulder, and gave him a look that told him he needed to focus.

Tessa nodded, suddenly clutching her stomach in pain. “I got in. Became a technician. Managed to …work my way up and get a spot on their secret operation regarding the Absolute Solver …found out they were trying duplicate and weaponize it …without much success, luckily.”

“Of course…” Uzi deadpanned. Why wasn’t she surprised that humans never seemed to learn from their mistakes.

“They discovered Cyn had gone off-planet after she – the Solver – destroyed Earth…they were tracking it …they found her… dispatched a team…” Tessa took a few deep breaths. Her pain seemed to get worse. “…was ordered by NEA to stay behind, but …I went against orders. I …wanted revenge.”

Uzi wanted to ask for what, but by what she remembered from N and V’s hidden memories, she could guess. Killing her parents – awful as they were. Taking her Drones – her friends away from her and warping them into monsters that helped decimate the human race. Yeah, Uzi could relate with wanted revenge.

“They – we – found Cyn – the Solver using her body - on Bauxite-12. Hiding among the Drones as it was repeating what it did on Earth.” Tessa continued. She fell on her knees, wrapping her arms tightly around her stomach. “We engaged. We fought. We …lost. Everyone died.” She slowly looked up. “Everyone….”

Uzi eyes hollowed when she realized what Tessa was saying and judging by the way that N’s blade fell from Tessa’s neck to his side told her he figured it out.

“She ….she killed you?” N asked. “Wait, how are you-“

“The Solver realized that it needed a human to gain access to Cabin Fever Labs and finish its work on Copper-9.” Tessa stated. “It remembered me. It choose me. It …it….”

Tessa slowly reached a hand to her helmet and pushed a button on the side. The darkened visor cleared up, finally showing the human behind the blackened screen. “It changed me…from the inside out.”

Uzi gasped in horror and even N backed away in shock. While there was blood staining the inside of her helmet – probably coughed up when N stabbed her – they could still see enough. Tessa eyes were glowing slightly, like something was being lit up behind them; they could see wires and circuit sticking slightly out of her skin.”

“What …what did it do to you?” Uzi asked.

“Made me forget. Altered my memories. Made me believe I was sent to Copper-9 for a reason. Whispers in my ears that told me what to say, what to do. ” Tessa groaned. She clutched her stomach and let out a pained cry. “Gave me a clone of J with altered memories as well to help my story. I didn’t know the truth. J doesn’t know the truth.”

“But …why?” Uzi asked, stepping away as N put away his blade and helped Tessa on her feet.

“It …needed a ride…” Tessa stated weakly. “Hide in plain sight …until it got close.”

“Wait, are you saying that you …brought Cyn with you?” Uzi asked. She looked around, almost expecting to see Cyn slither from out of the shadows. She looked over to the human. Tessa was breathing rapidly and trembling. “Tessa, where is it?”

 Tessa slowly looked up. “In- ….”

“In where?” N asked.

Tessa let out a whimper. “Inside me.” She suddenly lurched backwards, letting out a long scream of pain. Before Uzi and N had time to react, something suddenly tore out of Tessa’s wound.

“JUMP SCARE!” A heart with a yellow eye, wearing a yellow band that read MARKED FOR DISPOSAL P/N: CYN-N~A like a sash, lunged towards N with enormous speed. “NECK TWIST!”

With one swift move, the heart had wrapped its tentacles around N’s head and snapped it. Uzi readied her solver powers, but she didn’t even time to react as she saw him drop to the floor, as the Solver-Heart jumped at her. A yellow solver symbol appeared on one of the claws that were cut off during the battle and flew in Uzi’s direction.

“STAB.” The Solver-Heart announced as it drove the claw in her shoulder, pinning her to the floor.

The Solver-Heart jumped on Uzi’s chest, tapping her visor. “Oh yes, get snuck upon!” It hopped off Uzi and scampered over to Tessa, who was passed out on the floor. “Thank you for being my flesh suit and, also, that was sarcasm.”

It spun around and ran towards the flesh pit. “Honestly, I am-“ It jumped down. “-Starving!”

Suddenly, a bright yellow light and tentacles erupted from the pit, thrashing around in an almost victorious, yet violent manner. Uzi had managed to free herself from the claw and had crawled over to N, shaking his hand in an effort to wake him up. A sound behind her made her look away from N and she noticed two tentacles slithering towards them. She gasped when it grabbed both her and N and started to drag them towards the bit. Uzi grunted and whimpered, trying to grab N as well as trying to find something to hold and keep them from falling down the flesh pit of certain doom.

As they got dragged over the edge, Uzi noticed a human ribcage and she slammed her hand into it, pinning her in place. She immediately looked down and managed to grab N before he was out of her reach. She grunted, trying to pull herself and N up, but the tentacles were determined to drag them down.  

She noticed that N had turned back online. Her fearful eyes met his worried ones.

“H-hey.” Uzi managed to say, wincing as the tentacle pulled at her again. The rib broke a little, but didn’t snap all the way through. She looked at N, smiling softly at him. “Thanks for, like …”

Suddenly, a glint grabbed her attention. Something was falling down. She recognized it as the set of keys that Tessa had tossed at J before they went down the labs. She didn’t know how or why it was suddenly here, but …maybe it could be a chance.

She smiled lovingly at N. “…everything.”

“Uzi, don’t you dare!” N shrieked as Uzi took a better grip around his hand. Leave it that lovable goof to see right through her.

Uzi threw N into the air, broke off the rib and jumped off from the flesh wall. She used her Solver Power to grab the key, after which she threw both it and the rib that was stuck in her hand at N. The rib severed N’s leg – making sure he wouldn’t jump after her immediately – and the key landed right in N’s shoulder, making him wince.

Maybe she had put a bit too much force behind that one.

As she prepared her Solver power again, she noticed the unconscious body of Tessa not too far from her N.

She looked down at N – who was using his blade to keep himself from tipping over - for a few moments, before her visor showed the message DIE MAD. The flicked her wrist and both N and Tessa’s body got thrown out of the Cathedral.

She managed to gave N one final look …before the tentacles grabbed her and pulled her down the pit. As she fell down a long hole of flesh and yellow lightning, she managed to bite of one of the tentacles that held her. She crossed her arms, wrapped one leg over the other and closed her eyes, waiting for whatever was on the other side of this ride.

Silence.

She felt …like she was floating.

Tock

Something hard pinged against her visor.

Tock.

Another one.

She finally managed to open her eyes and, to her surprise, noticed that she was floating in the void of space. In front of her she saw a large orange light. The inner core of Copper-9.

She sighed.

Okay, I’m here …. now what?

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