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vintagexherry · 8 months

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Even if it Takes Forever

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

//Obsessive themes, slight angst, Cloning sciency stuff that I probably got wrong about.

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"Recording? Again? You might as well work as a cameraman instead of a geneticist. " You giggle as you see a camera being pointed at you. You placed a hand at your pregnant belly as you smile at his actions.

Miguel was about to retort back when you both hear Gabriella running towards you.

"Mama! Mama! Look what I got!"

You look towards Gabriella, who has a handful of flowers, cradled in her arms.

"Can we make those flowers crowns again?" She asks as she sits in front of you, down on the picnic blanket.

You happily agree, as Miguel is filming the whole thing.

You and Gabi talked to each other about several things while interwining flower stems.

Gabriella suddenly pulled you down to her height and whispered something, causing the both of you to giggle.

"Say Miguel....Ever thought about modelling?"

"Wha?-" his questioned got cut off when both you and Gabi gently tackled Miguel behind the camera.

The camera got tackled to the floor while laughs and giggles fill the air.

With a swish of his hand, the hologram screen disappeared into thin air.

Silence fill the empty office.

Miguel deeply sighed as he stared into nothing, committing your and Gabi's voice into his head.

"Lyla, what per cent is it on now?"

As the mention of the name, a hologram of a lady appeared.

"You know, it won't get faster the more you ask." Lyla answered back.

"Just. Tell. Me." He sneered at Lyla.

"fifty-six per cent"

"Fifty-Six?! It's already been a month! Run the system again." He exclaimed.

"Numbers are numbers, Miguel. No matter how much you ask me, it won't get any faster."

Miguel groaned. He knew she was right, but the more days passed by, the slower it felt. He tried convincing himself that waiting is part of the progress, but it doesn't feel like he made any.

"Just.....Bring me down there." He said with a sigh as he steps on a small platform separated from his office computers.

Without another word from Lyla, the platform begins to decend, lower and lower into a dark abyss. Perhaps call it a secret passage way.

Once the platform completely lands, lights turn on immediately.

In front of Miguel, there were two human sized capsules connected to multiple tubes and wires to computers.

Inside those two capsules were yours and Gabriella's bodies, floating in blue-ish liquid.

Your face is serene and peaceful, and so is Gabi's.

He still remembers the days when he first started this project.

With the help of 2099 technology, he can make clones upon clones of people with the help of AI and human DNA.

But it wasn't easy.

Within the first trials, he was able to make Gabriella using his DNA, but she only lived up to a week when her internal organs failed due to missing chromosomes. He found out he couldn't make Gabriella without your DNA.

He almost gave up then.

Almost.

The second time, he tried you, using some DNA of a random woman he found.

You only lived for a week when your brain had miscalculations since it couldn't match with the DNA and with the codes he input and before he knew it, your brain self- destructed.

Trials upon trials pile up to a stack.

A missing limb.

An extra finger.

A missing organ.

So on and so forth, failed expirements pile up.

He remembers how much he was persistent on the project, so much that Lyla had to call for Peter and Jess to spray him sleeping gas and connect his body to IVs and nutrition tubes.

But he still didn't give up.

He finally found the solution when he went to another universe, where you are well alive and so is Gabi.

He fought the urge to stay within the universe, but he had learnt his lesson already.

While he watched you and Gabi sleep, he took it an opportunity to take a couple of hairstrands.

After collecting, he undid his mask and kissed your forehead and left with a heavy heart.

But he finally did it.

He remembers how joyous he felt.

He remembers smiling, which felt like since eternity since the last time he did.

Even Lyla was surprised when he stopped giving her angry demands and shouts.

He looked at the computer and saw that your organs,brain, and overall body were stable.

He still had leftover hair samples from you, and with his DNA sample, he also could make Gabriella.

He remembers staring at the capsule for so long that he swore he could be a statue until Lyla had to make him move eventually.

So here he was.

Looking at the unconscious and floating bodies of you and Gabi.

His palm automatically places itself on the glass, and if he imagines hard enough, he could feel your warmth from it.

He looked at the moniter next to your capsule and saw it was still fifty-six per cent, after seventy per cent he could then input the videos he took into your brain which could be made up to your memories, but alas, progress was slow.

His attention then shifted to Gabriella's capsule.

He remembers the way you would always remind him of how much she looks like him.

He would always respond back that Gabi's smile and laugh matches yours.

Oh, how much he misses those sounds.

He looked at her percentage, and it was still the same. Her heartbeat is stable and has a healthy condition.

"Miguel, you have a call." Lyla suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

He sighed, remembering he still has spider duties.

He went back to the platform, and once it started lifting up again, he looked at both of your capsules once again until the lights automatically turned off, leaving him staring at nothing.

He knows it will take forever for you and Gabi to be completely alive again.

But he'll wait even if it takes forever.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #tw obsession #tw obsessive behavior #gabriella o’hara #x reader #across the spiderverse #angst #scifi #science #cloning

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gumy-shark · 3 months

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ok gumy, i actually would like some more elaboration in this moon big season such as:

The cults, what the fuck is up with that?

something, something bdubs’ last stand as the moon crash down on him (bc almost every king tag in the last 101 mentioned that and my ears are perked up)

the graphic of the moon crashing into world looks so pretty where we’re you when this happened 🎤 ?

hehehe you’ve fallen into my trap >:D

THE CULTS:

there were at least two cults formed in response to the moon big: the Mooners and the Order of Octa.

the Mooners cult was formed by mumbo jumbo at the end of november. mumbo believed that the moon was angry because hermits kept sleeping to skip through the night, so he gathered the other members of boatem village (impulse, pearl, scar, and grian), and they and cubfan135 all decided to stop sleeping in hopes of appeasing the moon.

as they went longer and longer without sleeping, the mooners got a little. silly. and by silly i do mean insane. their skins got more disheveled, eventually turning out to look like this

(in order: grian, mumbo, scar, impulse, cub, and pearl. i know you aren’t v familiar with these guys and what they normally look like, but i think you can get the picture)

the mooners even resorted to human sacrifice to try and appease the moon, but nothing worked. eventually they gave up, tried (and failed) to blow up the moon with a missile, and started sleeping again.

the other cult i don’t remember as much about. the Order of Octa, comprised of rendog and docm77, had been doing an ARG all season, which culminated in them getting a little bit possessed, shaving their heads into monk tonsures, and going around beheading people while chanting their names. for their finale, they gathered all the heads together and input a code? i think? that opened up a portal out of the simulation that was season 8 (note: the season being a simulation is only canon in ren and doc’s storyline)

BDUBS’ STORY:

okay yeah this one’s pretty tragic. for bdubs’ finale, he rides his horse around the server, collects the profits from his shops, business as usual. except the moon is giant, the ground is basically disintegrating underneath him, and for the large majority of his episode there’s just nobody there. he doesn’t seem afraid of the moon or the chaos at all, instead spending the whole time talking about how everyone’s leaving, so that means that really, all this stuff is his now! how fortunate for him!

all his friends are already gone. his only companions at this point are his horse and his pet parrot. he does his usual outro, saying goodbye to his audience and telling us he’ll see us in the next episode! and then he turns around, and the animation of the moon crashing into the server plays- it is clear from the animation that he could not have survived the impact.

that on its own is sad, but what kicks it into high gear is tango’s finale. in tango’s final episode of season 8, he’s on the moon trying to figure out a way to knock it back into its usual orbit, and he receives a transmission from bdubs. this message shows bdubs a couple days pre-impact, and he is panicked, yelling about how everything’s going to shit (static cuts off the “shit” part bc this is a pg server) and everything they’ve built is about to be destroyed. as he finishes the message, he urges tango to stay in space, because things are so bad on the ground, and talks about trying to find a way to escape.

in this context, the general consensus/implication of bdubs episode is that he tried to find a way to escape the falling moon, failed, and decided to live out the rest of his hours in total denial before dying in a massive fucking explosion. which is significantly more tragic.

WHERE WAS I WHEN THIS HAPPENED?

in the kitchen. i remember being super excited for new episodes, and then got gut-punched by nearly every hermit i watched uploading their finale at the same time.

#ask!!#fluffy!!#smp 101 with gumy #hermitcraft #moon big #sorry this answer took so long- i went to sleep and then i had to rewatch tango and bdubs’ episodes to refresh my memory #and then i had classes lol #but it’s here now!

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witchofthesouls · 8 months

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Some more TFP Soundwave and his engineer SO with the split-sparks.

Soundwave monitors, and this is no different.

You make no reaction as he shifts. His spindly digits stroke over the swollen abdomen, and the outpour of heat from your bare protoform buzzes pleasantly across his servo and down his wingspan.

The newsparks dream within your frame. Soundwave is careful as he nudges the nascent minds, cradling their developing edges so gently so they don't collapse. Minds are usually flexible and malleable, but he has no direct experience with newsparks, let alone those within a carriage.

Even nestled next to each other, the newsparks can't truly differentiate themselves as separate beings. Soundwave can't tell if it's related to their split-spark status or if it's normal for siblings as they're deeply entwined within their carrier's frame, curled up like shy lilleth chicks tucked within a tiny nest of wires and fiberglass.

They stir by his near intrusion. With a yawn and mounting curiosity, they poke back by kicking his servo. They don't have any experience with color or sight, so they associate safety with being cozy and warm in viscous fluids, the sliding between their bodies and the chamber, the sound of your warped voice, the constant, soothing noise of your sparkbeat and lines, and the reflective beat of his own field.

Of course, this wakes you up as well as they kick something sensitive in their excitement. You groan into the pillow, "Almost there. You little slaggers will be out of me in no time."

He can't help but smile as the sound of your voice stirs them up more as he helps you out of the berth.

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Soundwave works, typing and filtering away data from multiple points as Starscream monologues. In the bottom left corner of his HUD, Laserbeak feeds a live stream of your current position: going over blueprints with a team of Vehicons on the second floor. He watches you wave a servo to zoom in on the specs, the light shifts as you highlight the focused areas. He also spies how you absentmindedly try to grab the empty cup of zinc and copper nuggets and frown at its state.

Without a pause, he orders more online and adds nickel, magnesium, and hematite as he looks into the messages Laserbeak sent.

The Vehicons you oversee weren't just handpicked for their aptitude in your field but with other considerations in mind. C4-PT-IN and his cool head with a long history of surviving unlikely odds. M3-3R-1T and their old history under Hook's rule of the med-bay. Z0-0L-00 and their long experience with explosives.

Ever since your SOS and that close call with Mortilus behind these very walls, Soundwave has meticulously planned for every contingency.

___________

"Still hard at work, I see." Starscream comments, heels clicking at the station as Soundwave continues to type. You're back inside the habsuite and fiddling with the cradle-pod, adding a new mechanism under Laserbeak's gaze.

"I'm not an unreasonable leader, Soundwave." Starscream adds, and he doesn't budge: filtering, categorizing, enabling, and so much more as he feeds the information flow to where it's needed.

The Seeker scoffs, "Must I really spell it out for you? Enough. You've handled the workload for the week. If you're really adamant about staying here, then go take a long break to attend to personal matters. That carrier will need far more than a drone for their health."

Soundwave disengages with the console as Starscream begins to input codes to lock him out. He leaves behind the bridge and rechecks the cameras and their new placements, cross-referencing with all of your work sites and future plans to ensure full coverage of the areas.

He slacked off before, it won't happen again.

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp #soundwave #reader insert #con!reader #cybertronian!reader #pregnancy #bitlets #sparklings #medical complications #starscream #soundwave being soundwave #maccadam #my writing

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sourstroll · 10 months

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Summer Of Cum 2023

Day 6 - Coming in public

Pairing: Lando/Oscar

WC: 1064

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“Do it.”

Lando’s voice is a hushed whisper in Oscar’s ear.

Oscar knows he shouldn’t, really should not listen to Lando this time around.

Lando is insistent, staring at him expectantly.

Just a month ago, he would’ve never even thought of touching Lando in the way he was asking him to, especially not here, in McLaren’s hospitality.

They’re sitting beside each other in one of the few booths in the dining area, barely shielded by their table. Oscar looks around as inconspicuously as he can before his gaze lands on Lando again. Lando’s eyes are trained on his mouth, and he has to look away, or else he might scream or cry, or maybe both. He often gave in to what Lando wanted him to do without question, so his willingness wasn’t in question. It was the approach that scared him, the uncertainty of it all.

Oscar took another moment to gather his courage, one of his hands finding its way onto Lando’s upper thigh, gently squeezing. He feels Lando spread his legs, and it prompts him to move his hand to cup the bulge in his jeans, Lando’s cock feeling firm and full in his hand. “You’re already hard,” he whispers, fingers fiddling with the zipper, slightly relieved when he was able to open it without a struggle. “Were you thinking about me during free practice?” Oscar teased, making sure his tone was even. He knew that from afar, the conversation needed to at least seem normal.

“Yeah, I was,” Lando sighs and schools the look on his face, instinctually wanting to scrunch his features in pleasure. He’d just had Oscar the night before, yet he still felt so worked up over him, his hard cock proof enough of his infatuation. “Turns me on when you do well,” Lando laughs again, holding his breath as Oscar slipped him out of his boxers, the cold air hitting him and making goosebumps rise on his skin.

Oscar wants to giggle, express his giddiness at how silly Lando sounded, how much he loved him for it, but he refrained. His fingers wrapped around him gingerly, slow flicks of his wrist making precome collect at the tip of Lando’s cock. “How would you react if I won a race?” He smiled, still looking straight at Lando as he thumbed the slit, rubbing the sensitive area to get him worked up.

Lando doesn’t say anything for a minute. He’s going insane, briefly wondering what it would take to get Oscar to sit in his lap, grind down on his cock until he came against him. Oscar’s hands were magical, delicate and soft, deftly working him. “I think I’d come in my pants,” Lando jokes and does nothing to hide his gasp, looking away from Oscar’s intense stare.

Oscar’s eyes are back on his phone after Lando gasps, mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram feed. He’s trying to do everything in his power to not look like he was jerking Lando off, scooting a bit closer to him to make his movements less noticeable. It’s a lot to take in, how much Lando wants him sometimes, but Oscar feels just as obsessive about his teammate. “If I win, how will we celebrate?” Oscar asks lowly, still looking at his phone, feeling Lando’s hips push up into his hand.

Lando can’t think, can’t speak, so turned on he was certain he’d burst into flames. With Oscar’s fingers rubbing his slit, he can barely even stay still, calming his hips and pressing himself down into his seat, willing himself not to buck up into his grip. “Dinner. Champagne. You fucking me all night,” Lando bites his lip and tries to mimic Oscar, grabbing his phone in his shaky hand and failing to input his code on the first attempt.

Oscar looks at Lando amusedly, chances a glance down at his lap, mouth watering at the sight of Lando leaking all over his fist, probably just at the edge of his climax. “I like the sound of that,” Oscar hums. He looks back at Lando’s face, this time intent on watching his reactions. Oscar moves his hand faster, too, twisting his wrist just so.

Lando doesn’t dare look back at Oscar. He knows that as soon as he did, he’d make some stupid noise and blow their cover completely. Lando drops his phone back on the table and looks down as well, watching every movement of Oscar’s hand. “Oscar,” he says, barely above a whisper, desperation in his tone.

“Already close?” Oscar pouts playfully and slows down again, holding back the laugh he wants to let out when Lando’s eyes widen, obviously shocked that he’s being a bit of a tease. “Come for me,” he murmurs, relentlessly stroking him now, not letting up one bit. “I know you can’t help it, feels too good,” he says sweetly, laying it on thick for Lando.

Lando would usually disagree and say that he was perfectly capable of holding on, but it’s impossible to do so at the moment. He’d been pent up all morning, thinking about their previous night and anticipating spending time with Oscar after practice, craving him in every way. Lando does little to hide his reaction as he came all over Oscar’s fist, dripping over his fingers and down his length. Lando’s head tips back for a moment, quickly righting the action and trying not to shake at how sensitive he felt, having Oscar work every last drop out of him. He manages to stay quiet, but his breaths tell another story, choppy and heaving.

Oscar slows his movements down to a stop, gently squeezing his cock one last time before pulling his hand away. Luckily, they’d gotten napkins for the meal they’d just had, so it was easy to pass the mess off as such, crumpling up the napkins and throwing them onto their empty plates once he was finished. He shamelessly watches Lando push himself back into his jeans. “I’ll see you in a few,” Oscar says suddenly, standing up and grabbing both of their plates so he could bus them. “My room. Don’t keep me waiting.”

Lando wants to follow him right then and there, but he knows it’s for the best if he hangs back for a second, for the sake of their public image. It would do him good to take a moment to gather himself, anyway.

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#summerofcum2023 #sourwrites #Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri #f1 smut #481

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filmofhybe · 8 months

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SONGS THAT REMINDS ME OF ENHYPEN

synopsis : random songs that just reminds me of each enhypen members

pairing : ot7! Members x fem! Reader

genre : fluff, slight angst at jay sunoo and niki’s

warning : continuing words such as : but like and cuz 💀

work count: about 200-300 per member

정원 jungwon - confess to you by LIM KIM

IF ANYONE WATCHED KING THE LAND THAN YOU WILL KNOW THIS SONG IT SLAPS

this song is just so jungwon

Just imagine High school Jungwon having the biggest crush on you

Which is so cute cuz he will deffo be listening to this song

and he would be dreaming of you 24/7 and dreaming to confess to you

LIKE ALL THE LYRICS MATCHES YOU SM

and after he confessed and you said yes

He would make you listen to this song

cuz he would literally direct those lyrics to you

ESPECIALLY THE LINE “this love is so true, sent from above.”

You just blushing at how cute he is and how much he loves you

He fr is the only one you’ve been dreaming of

you guys would just sit there and listen to this song and jungwon’s smile would be so big

and his mind would just be all the times you treated him so lovingly

He would input those lyrics in your daily convo’s as well

“babe do you know your love is a sweet dream?”

“You and your confess to you pick up lines is getting out of hand wonnie..”

“But you love it don’t my lovely lover?”

“I will always love them so so much.”

Will you ever complain tho? Never.

희 승 heeseung - bad by wave to earth

STAWP CUZ HE’S SO BAD BY WTE😞😞

I can imagine a normal human being heeseung, that works in a office in the middle of Seoul

Like his life used to be so boring until he met you

The person that makes his morning so much better and less stressful

And the person that makes him try to finish work earlier so he can go home and just cuddle with you all night long

Okay but imagine this:

He’s stressed out about the day cuz he’s about to do a pile of work again

But coffee in the morning with you and the sun

And the best part is he gets to see the view of you in his shirt

Humming to BAD BY WTE WHILE MAKING HIS BREAKFAST

LIKE HOW CAN HIS DAY BE BAD WHEN HES WITH YOU??

His heart melted at that sight

You just watching him with heart eyes as he munched on your delicious breakfast

You making silly jokes from time to time as he enjoys his breakfast

THE ONLY JOKES THAT CAN MAKE HIM LAUGH

LIKE HOW CAN HIS DAY BE BAD WHEN HES WITH YOU AGAIN

wants to stay at home instead with you

But obviously he can’t but at least his morning is always better when he’s with you and your obsession with wave to earth

박종성 Park Jeongseong - save your tears by The Weeknd ft AG

I can just see him at a club as your ex boyfriend

BUT YOUR THE ONE THAT BROKE UP WITH HIM

Cuz you feel like he deserves someone better

And when he saw you at the club with your friend

Looking all happy and that

It just made him stare at you and your gorgeous figure

THE FIGURE ONLY HE CAN TOUCH

deep inside of him he’s still hurt that you guys aren’t together

But than you caught him staring at you which caused one tear to drop out of your eye

BECAUSE YOU STILL MISS HIM HOW CAN YOU NOT

So you left without looking back

Jay felt so hurt that he didn’t even realize he started tearing up

And this man decided to follow you, passing and pushing through crowds just for you

Until he found you sitting alone in a dark hallway

He kneel down and hugged you tightly

“I know you still love me”

“I do but you deserve someone better”

“Baby Save your tears for another day because I’m not going anywhere tonight.”

oh jay what a man you are honestly..

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun - Fearless by Taylor Swift

HES JUST SO FEARLESS CODED. IDC IF ANYOME DISAGREES CUZ IN MY EYES HES FEARLESS CODED.

he would be the that American type of Boyfriend even tho he’s a Australian

He would make you dance in the rain in your cute little suburban during sunshine

I can imagine you in your little white sundress while he’s in a dress shirt, sleeves rolled up and blue ripped jeans and both of you wearing the same bracelet that blings underneath the sunset

Omg he will giggling with you while you guys stretch your arms out and spin around underneath the rain

WHILE YELLING TO FEARLESS

“BABE I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ELSE CAN GET BETTER THAN THIS!”

“IN THE STORM WITH MY BEST DRESS AS WELL!!”

He’s the type to drag you head first and kiss you afterwards

Your giggles and laughers could be heard down the road

And he would run his hand through his hair to prevent raindrops to run down to his eyes

MAKING YOU ABSENTMINDEDLY MAKING YOU WANT HIM

Your neighbors are so annoyed but they don’t even want to stop you both

Cuz you both are so fearless for dancing in the rain like this

Honestly they would capture this moment and would remember it forever

Just 2 teenage loves enjoying each other’s presence while blasting to Taylor swift UNDERNEATH a sunset and storm

성훈 Sunghoon - Heaven Sent by Tevomxntana

the song title can explain why.

LIKE PARK SUNGHOON IS LITERALLY A GREEK GOD SENT FROM HEAVEN

but absolutely ppl gotta ruin it by saying hes a dickhead in the whole company.

But to you, your boyfriend, sunghoon is sent from heaven

And at the beginning of your relationship, you promised yourself you won’t get attached to this man cuz what if he’s actually a dickhead

but do you give a fuck? No.

AND LET ME TELL YOU THIS MAN IS THE SWEETEST MOST KINDEST MAN EVER

no one deserves him.

Everyone can fuck off cuz they are liars

He would do the most loveliest thing ever, hoping your feelings for him would never decay

CUZ NO ONE HAS TREATED HIM BETTER THAN YOU

Both of you are heaven sent.

Both of you are sent by God into this disgusting society but non of you cared cuz all you need is each other

And In each other’s eyes. Both of you are the most heavenly angels to ever step on earth.

“ Angel your a ten out of ten”

“I’m I now hoonie?”

“Always from the front and back.” He winks

“I’m so done with you.”

“You will never be done with me Angel.”

선우 Sunoo - Blue butterflies by JHIN

JHIN SONGS SLAPS SO HARD

you guys are sleeping on his songs please stream Blue butterflies.

Anyways SUNOOOOO!!!!

You and him in a long distance relationship :(

Sadly. (sorry Sunoo Stan’s)

Because of his busy schedules he can’t always visit you

“I wanna see you all the time…”

“Same sunoo but you need to keep the good work up so you can see me soon okay? I love you!!”

Your words of encouragement is the reason he’s here with you rn

Blue butterflies strawberry skies filled the air as you both just lay on the grass

Until darkness covered the skies and THE STARS COVERING THE WHOLE SKY

And all sunoo can say is

“You shine like the stars.”

HOW SWEET OF HIM

he pulls you into his embrace. I wanna cry he’s so soft for you

“Everything is better now when I’m with you.”

And when is his time to go, both of you just wanna cry for hours and hours

And you always question “why did you go?” But yk damn well why

Sunoo wishing you were there with him instead of miles away from him

“Your all i need tonight..”

But trust me eventually your distance will close and you both would be sleeping next to each other. But that’s when time is right..

にしむらりき Nishimura Riki - tumblr girls by G-Easy ft CA

Niki is just so Tumblr Girls. Like the song was MADE for him

Yeah the lyrics absolutely doesn’t match niki himself but yk is just so niki vibe.

I can imagine motorbike rider Niki and you just going around in Shibuya Japan at Night

While this song blast in your ears

Your arms just around his waist as wind blew your hair

BOTH OF YOU JUST LOOK SO PEACEFUL

and all niki can think of is how much he loves you

But your relationship is not as peaceful as you think it is

Both of you will constantly walk out the door after spending the night at each other’s

Acting like you don’t know each other.

Causing the closure between you both to create distance

But moving to present time

Both of you sat together looking at the Shibuya night light from afar

“Love you and I were made of glass, we’ll we ever last..?” Niki asked

That question stabbed your heart causing tears to fall out of your eyes

You know both of you were toxic in the relationship

But at the end you hope you were mature enough to handle it.

“We will I promise.”

But sadly you both didn’t because he broke up with you

thinking other girls out there are less toxic and different.

Missing everything you said was what he regret the most

Because they’re all looking the same to him.

Besides you. You were the special one and he blew it.

taglist : @surefornext @spilled-coffee-cup @skepvids

taglist application form is opened on my navigation post!!

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beelmons · 1 year

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BAU guys + Love Languages (Pt1)

According to Dr. Gary Chapman, there're 5 main ways in which we show and receive love. These are some head canons on the love languages I think apply to each BAU guys. Are you compatible? My ask is always open if you want to share your thoughts and hcs with me! If you want to find out your love language you can take a free test here!

Spencer Reid

Giving: Spencer definitely shows love through acts of services. He's the type of partner/friend that will help you with a chore or offer to do it for you. He's a "fixer" even if sometimes he doesn't understand what that means. As a friend, he'll constantly notice if you're struggling with a task and offer a solution. As a romantic partner, he'll always be ontop of your needs, physical and emotional, to make sure that they are being solved.

When communication is not good, he might come across as insensitive, sometimes you just want to vent and be heard. He might seem like he wants to one-up you or show you that he could solve the problem faster, but that's not his intention. He wants you to be well again, as quickly as he can make it happen.

Receiving: Words of affirmation is how he understands you love him. Thanks to his autistic tendencies/neurodivergent coding he has trouble understanding social cues and underlying messages. You have to be forward with him about everything you do, no matter how fast he can pick up on your mood, if you don't tell him what's wrong, he won't be able to tell.

If you're not able to communicate properly, he might feel unwanted and pushed away. Simple expressions such as "you did good" "thank you so much for helping me" "I appreciate your input on my work/issues" can be very fulfilling for him. He needs to be reminded of what he does well so he can continue doing it, even if he himself doesn't verbalize his feelings a lot. Physical touch and quality time are his least present languages.

Aaron Hotchner

Giving: Hotch mentions time and again how he tries his best to provide both the team and his family his undivided attention. Doesn't this sound just like quality time? His job might take him away for weeks at a time, sure, but it's his whole and complete intention to give you every second he has destined for you without any interruptions.

Because of the line of duty, this can be complicated, sometimes making you feel as if you come last. Even when his love language is in conflict with his line of work, once he's not working, it's all about you and his loved ones. Listening to hours of your rambling, not even looking at his phone (if it's not an emergency), watching an entire movie without falling asleep. When you're with him, he's there, he's present in every way.

His guilt and regret from being away can sometimes add a bit of gift giving to the love language, but even if he shows up with a bouqué of flowers, remember that's only a token, he's there for you and nothing but you.

Receiving: In the same way he makes all the effort to be there, he expects you to be there with him. If you start looking at your phone or pioritizing time with others over time with him, he will feel unhappy and unloved, it’s all about the quality time. Receiving gifts and physical touch don't go a very long way with him, so if you are making him feel unloved you will have to find another way to remind him. This doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy cuddles and gifts every now and then.

Words of affirmation can also be a good way to communicate your love for him, but it's only a support language for quality time. Having dinner without looking at the time, doing a puzzle together, cooperating to help Jack with his homework, those are the moments his heart feels the fullest.

Derek Morgan

Giving: This man will shower you with so many words of affirmation and compliments you might feel like suffocating at times. He will praise you and let you know how adored, cared for, and desired you are. Mix it up with a bit of gift giving, and you've got that attentive boyfriend. Communication is key, because you might run into some trouble if you can't agree exactly on what a praise is. He can run his mouth, and sometimes he says stuff that, even if it's not ill intentioned, might come out as harsh and judgemental.

If you struggle with your self-perception, at times it might feel like he's lying to you or trying to deceive you for an specific purpose. Remind yourself that Derek Morgan is one of the most honest men to ever exist, and he would never say a word he didn't mean (as long as he isn't angry!).

Receiving: This PDA king needs his share of lovin', physical touch is how you can remind him he's the man of your dreams. Holding his hand, touching his shoulder, kissing him in public. He loves being displayed as your man, he loves feeling the electricity generated by your skin when it touches his. If you struggle with physical touch, he might come to think you don't desire him. You'd have to be open about your feelings towards the gestures, and come up with some rules, maybe you don't initiate the contact but try your best to not reject them.

During intimate times, it's very relevant that you initiate contact every once in a while, otherwise he might feel the relationship is one-sided. If you're unable to provide the touch he needs, at least make sure you give him quality time, when you're with him, it should only be about the two of you. This is only a supplement, but it will remind him of your care for him. The least understanble love languages for this man are acts of service and receiving gifts. He can do and buy things for himself, thank you very much.

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writeforfandoms · 9 months

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Shatter Me 12

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We have a little calm between adventures. Also, gentle reminder that although Peli is mech's sister, it could just as easily be an adopted relationship.

Warnings: Continued anxiety, handling blasters and weapons, Grogu is a menace (affectionate), Feelings!

Word count: 1.6k

Eventual Din Djarin x f!reader

The days in flight passed quietly on the ship. You kept the kid–Grogu–entertained as much as you could, gave Mando his privacy to eat. There weren’t many repairs that actually needed to be done on the ship. So you had time on your hands.

And Grogu was a lot of fun. You were still learning what his various noises meant, how he communicated. But he was fun. He loved clapping games and songs.

Any excuse to make noise, really.

But he was still a kid, and he did take naps. Not that you were doing all that well at keeping track of his naptimes - it was so easy to lose track of time on the ship, with the artificial lights.

So when Grogu took his naps, you either rested, ate, or started to tentatively stay in the cockpit. Mando did look back at you once, the first time you settled up there without Grogu, but he didn’t say anything. And he didn’t kick you out. So you stayed.

The two of you were quiet every time. He was naturally reticent (although less so with Grogu), and you were still a little intimidated by him. Just enough to keep you from making easy conversation with him.

Well. Not that you really made easy conversation with anyone, these days.

But somehow that was okay. The quiet was okay. It didn’t bother you. And as long as you weren’t bothering Mando, you could just… relax. And just be.

It was new. And strange. You weren’t used to giving yourself time. You were used to working until you dropped, or having things demanded of you. This almost limbo state was… different.

But perhaps not all bad.

You put the kid down for a nap one afternoon (you were pretty sure it was afternoon - you really needed some kind of chronometer around here) and then stood up straight and stretched, debating what to do with yourself.

Boots on the ladder caught your attention, and you looked over to see Mando climb down into the hold. He nodded to you once and walked over to the weapons locker, inputting the code. The doors swung open.

This time, you were in a perfect position to see inside. There were… a lot of weapons in there. A lot. Including your blaster. (You’d insisted Mando keep it in there after you caught Grogu trying to pick it up. Twice.)

Paying you no mind, Mando picked up the pulse rifle and sat on a crate, using another crate as a makeshift table. He started to disassemble the rifle with confident motions.

Oh. He was going to clean it.

You inched closer, curious despite yourself. You were sure he wouldn’t want you around for this, would very shortly tell you to head up to the cockpit or something to get rid of you. But you were curious. You’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be truly curious, to have your fingers itch to take something apart.

“Sit.”

It took you a moment to realize that Mando was talking to you, and you warmed. “You don’t mind?” you asked, a little squeakily.

He shook his head, and so you sat down opposite him, watching him. He disassembled the rifle completely, the parts all laid out before him, before he started cleaning them methodically.

“What–” You cut yourself off, biting your lip.

He paused, lifting his head enough to look at you, visor as impenetrable as always. But less scary now than it had been. “Go ahead. Ask.”

“What makes this one different?” You looked down at the parts spread out before you, picking out the ones that you recognized.

“It’s a disruptor rifle,” Mando told you, gaze focused back on his work. “Disintegrates organic material.”

You nodded slowly, frowning just a little. But some of the pieces didn’t fit.

“That looks like a resonator,” you mumbled, touching the edge of the forked piece that belonged on the end.

There was a soft chuckle from under the helmet. “It is. I modified the rifle. Added that.”

“Oh.” You went quiet again. For a few seconds. Then you couldn’t help yourself, fingers hovering over one of the parts you didn’t recognize. “What’s this?”

Mando paused, and for a moment you were terrified you’d overstepped. Again. Then he sighed softly and shifted in his seat, setting the piece in his hands down. Just as patiently as he had explained the parts of your new blaster, he went over every part of the rifle. He repeated the ones you weren’t familiar with. He even let you attempt to put it back together once he was done cleaning it.

Honestly, as much as you disliked violence in general and weapons in particular, this was… fun. It was fun.

Somehow, you weren’t sure how exactly, you even got Mando to tell you a couple of times he had used the rifle, both as a disruptor and to electrocute enemies. He’d used the electrocution setting on something called a Ravinak (you had no idea what it was, but it sounded terrifying).

You didn’t have to ask about the next weapon. He pulled out a blaster (of unknown type, you weren’t exactly an expert on these things) and handed it over to you to disassemble for him. You couldn’t help grinning, examining everything closely as the pieces came apart in your hands.

It felt good, to be learning something, to be practicing something new. You loved taking things apart and putting them back together again, and always had. It was why your father had showed you how to work on a speeder in the first place, to spare your mother the headache of keeping your sticky little fingers away from everything as a child.

You didn’t even realize you were telling him all this until you heard soft laughter from under the helmet. You looked up, eyes wide, fingers frozen. Oh. Oh dear, he had a nice laugh. That you immediately wanted to hear more of. Oh, kriff.

“And Peli?” he asked, nodding for you to go on.

You finished taking the blaster apart and then sat back. “Oh, she took to mechanical work pretty quickly, but she didn’t feel the urge to disassemble the house in her quest for knowledge. She was just a general terror.”

His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he started cleaning the parts. You looked down, grinning, feeling oddly bashful.

Movement caught your eye and you spotted Grogu creeping over towards the still-open weapons locker as quietly as he could. You snorted.

“Grogu.”

He stopped and turned to give you a look that just screamed, “What? I’m innocent!”

“Nuh uh,” Mando said, turning and waving a finger in front of him. “No.”

Grogu sat on the floor and pouted up at his dad, and you bit your lip hard to keep your giggles to yourself.

“Here.” Mando scooped up the kid in one hand and passed him over to you. “Hold onto him until I’m done.”

“Sure.” You settled the kid in your lap, grinning. “Not that you were going to get into mischief, right?” You grinned down at the top of his wrinkly little green head. Grogu huffed and grumbled something at you, ears twitching. But he sat in your lap. “How did you learn to use all of these?”

Mando shrugged. “Weapons are a part of my religion,” he said, putting the blaster back together. His motions were sure, unhurried, and more than competent.

“So all Mandalorians know about weapons?” You tipped your head to the side, watching as he stood and returned the blaster to its proper place.

“Yes.” He closed the weapons locker and then sat on the crate again, nodding to you. You let go of Grogu, who immediately toddled onto the crate between you and Mando.

You leaned back a bit, just watching with a little smile as Grogu babbled up at Mando, little hands waving around as he tried to convey something. Mando hummed and murmured, “That so, kid?” Which only set Grogu off saying more.

It was really, honestly… adorable. Just adorable. The way the two of them communicated, while imperfect, was clearly far superior to your own guesses at what the child was saying. And they had bonded. You could absolutely see what Ahsoka had seen. Grogu looked up to Mando like a father, it was clear in his gaze and how he preferred to be with the man when possible.

Beeping from the cockpit interrupted you all, and Mando picked up the kid. You followed behind him, settling into your usual seat as Mando flipped a switch.

“There’s our stop,” he murmured. The planet below looked nice, green and blue, with evidence of cities down there. “We won’t be here long, but you’ll have time, if you need to get anything.”

You nodded, barely paying attention as you looked at the sight below you. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

Mando hesitated, hands on the controls. Then he let go, leaning back in his seat. “I suppose so,” he agreed quietly. He made no move to take the ship out of orbit, and you greedily drank your fill of the beauty of it all.

It didn’t escape your notice that the greens and blues reflected gently off the beskar, tinting the Mandalorian in the colors of the planet. And that? That was every bit as beautiful.

#shatter me #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #f!reader

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cienie-isengardu · 10 months

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Jaster & Tor

For me, one of the most hilarious and no less furious aspects of Jaster Mereel’s treatment in the sources is how he is hailed as the great figure in Mandalorian history that brought back honor between Mandalorian Mercs and all but like, not getting any real development for over two decades. Sure, he got here and there mini encyclopedia entries and some mention in regard to Jango Fett, but never anything truly expanding his characterization beyond the general image of “good” Mandalorian created by tie-in sources - an image I find a pretty bland one compared to retconned “The Last One Standing: The Tale of Boba Fett” (in which Jaster Mereel originated from) and Jango Fett: Open Seasons comics series.

This is hilarious, because Tor Vizsla got a personal entry in Fact Files - an article biased as hell but still acknowledging both him as character and his impact on Jango & Mandalorians - and a whole section of Bounty Hunter Code for himself and Death Watch. And though I will forever stand with Jango that the Manifesto doesn’t sound much like him (but I like the idea the Manifesto is based on Tor’s notes just edited by someone to be more reader-friendly), there is like 30 pages expanding history and his person while Jaster is once again reduced to small mention here and there. And look, it is hilarious to me that Vizsla and Death Watch is the Mandalorians that Lucas wanted to keep for The Clone Wars, throwing out of window the supposedly great Jaster Mereel and True Mandalorians without any second thought but good damn, it is so frustrating we can’t get any solid material on him even though Bounty Hunter Code was the perfect opportunity to bring him back, as it would make a perfect sense for Jango to keep Jaster’s notes if not the whole Codex.

It is also frustrating because Tor and Jaster are like the two Mandalorians officially writting down important stuff and apparently both were versed in Mandalorian history & lore and I for one would love to compare their notes to get the feeling of middle-ground and see their ideas from the proper perspective not from biased sources that clearly favores Jaster - even if in JF:OS, after making research and interrogating Jango’s allies, Dooku’s only conclusion was that for Mereel Mandalorians were “merely highly-paid soldiers”. Which is hardly the same as bringing work ethic to your group (not that it does cross out the possibility of having actual moral standards, but it does not automatically mean the same). It is frustrating, because we don’t get that often Mandalorians with literary tendencies - hell, we didn’t get any other Mandalorian like that for years because almost everything is about the oral culture which makes Tor Vizsla and Jaster Mereel’s existence even more hilarious, as the two literature nerds that at some point sit down and write their own input - Tor about history and political goals for new members of Death Watch, Jaster about work ethics for True Mandalorians. And it is even more hilarious than that, because Jango Fett presumably read both works and HE DOESN’T READ BOOKS BECAUSE HE THINKS THEY ARE WASTE OF TIME:

Boba's father didn't read much. "Books? A waste of time," he said. "Read maps, Boba. Instructions. Warnings. Important stuff." [Boba Fett Book 1: The Fight to Survive by Terry Bisson]

#star wars #jaster mereel #tor vizsla #jango fett #mandalorians #death watch #true mandalorians #LOOK FOR ME JASTER AND TOR ARE THE OLD GUARD TYPE OF MANDALORIANS #they may not agree on what it is mean to be mandalorian in modern times #they may hate each other #but both at some point decided to write a fucking book-ish type of work #solely to pass it to other members of their group to uphold standards and ideals they believe in #AND THERE IS JANGO WHO DOESN'T READ BOOKS #and he read dw manifesto as can be seen by his comments #and presumbly read jaster's work either to please his mentor or was forced to do so #WE WERE ROBBED #tor and jaster should get more spotlight in books and comics not just some biased tie-in materials #WE NEED MORE MANDO NERDS WHO WILL SIT DOWN AND WRITE THE IMPORTANT STUFF FOR US #AND TO TORMENT JANGO WITH MORE BOOKS TO READ XDDD #but seriously jaster deserves so much better and it seems my new tradition to write a rant about him once in every year or two lol #tor too deserves better #the only more frustrating thing is how jaster tag is now full of jedi and still barely about him but i guess the poor bastard is really #that unlucky lol

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John Tracy hated taking public transport.

He hated the cramped seats, the invasion of his personal space, the fact the bus stopped every few minutes to pick up more passengers and the noise.

It was stressful, annoying and far too full of people.

But the astrolabs were too far from the dorm to hike it or bike it, so bus it was.

He mapped out the most direct route, left early to avoid the crowds and handled it the best he could. Earphones helped and he never travelled without his tablet and a network connection.

He made do.

He made do for over a year. Every morning and every night.

The work was fascinating and he thoroughly enjoyed it. He considered getting a car, but it wasn’t practical and parking was non-existent, so he stuck with the bus.

Despite the fact he hated it.

Every trip he buried himself in his own world whether it be his work, research, a good book or even a movie. He shut the world out and more importantly anyone who sat next to him.

Sometimes this was not possible.

Because sometimes they spoke to him.

John had been brought up polite. His grandmother would have slapped his wrist if she found out he was ignoring people. So, he always replied. Often concisely, but always watching his manners.

That often opened the floodgates. Because if there was anything common between big cities it was the people who were lost in them, desperately alone in a sea of faces.

John liked being alone to a certain extent, but he was blessed with a close and large family.

Some people had no one.

So, ever so reluctantly, he found himself answering their call for help.

The first was Mrs Bucklin. She was a tiny woman, well dressed, but slightly scented with mothballs as if her clothes hadn’t been out of the closet in a long time.

She sat right beside him and immediately enquired as to what he was doing.

At the time he was coding a new game and her sharp voice startled him enough for his fingers to slip and enter a chain of commands he had not intended. He would have sworn if he was alone, but the program righted itself and the new commands, instead of corrupting and crashing the function, actually appeared to improve it. He frowned and hastily input some bridging structures so the code wouldn’t fragment, idly wondering if the error would improve the game, ruin it, have him need to rewrite the whole section or be the spark that would initiate sentience.

Great, his tablet would rise up and eat him while he was distracted by a random bus passenger.

She did apologise and he did reassure her that it was all okay in the hope she would let him be.

She didn’t.

He learnt she had three cats, a niece in another country (he didn’t gather which because the woman’s pronunciation defied translation), that she had lost her son in the Global Conflict, she liked his hair (that was a first) and that he looked like an intelligent young man.

He acknowledged her quietly and politely as he eyed his code and the results of an initial compile test. How did it do that?

Her cats were named Scottie, Gordy and Allie.

He did blink at that, but didn’t comment.

Eventually, she said goodbye and got off the bus at her stop.

He would have forgotten about her, except she sat next to him the next day and the day after that.

Apparently, this was her route to work, and he was such a polite young man.

Three weeks later she admitted he made her feel safe just by being there. She had been mugged three times in her life and public transport was as much a bane for her as it was for him.

He actively kept an eye out for her after that.

Gus was a different matter.

Gus didn’t have a home and he often rode the bus just for the air conditioning and comfort.

He sat on the other side of the walkway to John. He didn’t say much and would likely have never said anything if it hadn’t been for the gang of boys who decided to throw verbal potshots at him one day.

John had had an all-nighter with exams coming up, so he was cranky. His latest project had stalled – the same game he had been tackling when Mrs Bucklin had startled him. The core of the program had become a little unpredictable and he couldn’t work out why.

So, when a group of teenagers crawled to the back of the bus and started needling a fellow passenger, it was not only a situation where the innocent man appeared to need a bit of a rescue, but it also pissed John off.

There were four of them. Teenagers flocked in groups apparently. He’d never been one for that formation himself, but he knew of them, had encountered them and Virgil had kicked a few of their asses for him.

John was in college now.

He could kick his own fair share of ass quite happily.

“Leave the man alone, or I will call the police.” He raised his voice, but not his head, transmitting all the body language of how beneath his notice they were and how he might respond if they didn’t comply.

“Mind your own business, kook!”

There was always a brave one amongst the group, usually the ringleader, the head dickhead.

At least they were only teenagers.

This time he did look up and put all that communication theory into the coldest stare possible. “Excuse me?”

All four of them froze. Hell, they couldn’t be older than fifteen, somewhere between Gordy and Alan. If either of his brothers acted like this, there were three older brothers who would quite firmly re-educate them on proper conduct.

Not that he thought either of his younger brothers would do such a thing.

In any case, all four of them stared at him wide-eyed. The eldest swore and climbed out of his seat just as the bus pulled up at the next stop. He snarled at John as he stalked past, spitting profanities. His cohorts followed and they climbed off the bus.

It was lovely and quiet after that and John went back to tackling his misbehaving program.

“Thank you, sir.”

John blinked up at the unkempt man who had been the centre of the teenagers’ torment.

A small smile. “You’re welcome.”

Was this variable being changed by the program itself? How the hell could it do that?

He didn’t fail to notice after that incident that Gus, as he introduced himself the next time they met, always sat near John on his rides, morning or evening.

John met other people. Mrs Magarey and her three young children always needed a hand with her pram. John sometimes took advantage of this and stuck the pram in the footwell of the seat next to him so no-one could sit there.

That made Mrs Bucklin sit behind him and whisper her stories in his ear.

He wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with that either.

Two other students from his faculty took the same bus as well. Ridley was in the year behind him and always had a friend on the phone. She chattered a lot and he learnt to tune her out.

Well, until the day he boarded the bus and found her crying into her tablet.

She had lost her entire thesis in a computer crash. He was polite. He enquired and she answered, staring up at him as if she had never seen him before. Which was entirely possible. John didn’t like to draw attention to himself.

He accompanied her off the bus that day and delved into her damaged computer. He dug up her thesis and she gushed all over him, even crying into his sweater.

He hugged her awkwardly and wished her all the best.

After that, she always said hello and had a smile for him.

John smiled back, but his program was still not behaving. It acted as if it had a mind of its own and it was very distracting.

Mrs Bucklin said it sounded like cat number two, Gordy. Never behaving, but always loveable.

John stared at her when she said that, and wondered if she knew more than she was letting on.

The day Virgil landed in the seat beside him on the way to the labs startled him enough to drop his tablet.

“Hey, Johnny.”

He fumbled between the seats for the device. “Don’t call me Johnny.”

“Sorry.” But he could tell Virgil was anything but.

His fingers touched the cool metal of his tablet and he scrabbled for it. “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t a brother drop in on his brother to see how he is doing?”

John eyed him. If it was Scott sitting next to him or Gordon, he might have been suspicious of any double meaning his brother might be communicating. But this was Virgil and although the engineer had a sense of humour that could cut when necessary, this wasn’t his style.

“I guess he can. But why the bus?”

Virgil shrugged. “Didn’t catch you early enough. Barely caught the bus behind you. I thought your classes didn’t start until later.”

“They don’t.”

“Then why are you up so early?”

It was John’s turn to shrug. “Just avoiding the crowds, I guess.”

Virgil eyed him with a slightly worried frown.

“And who is this lovely young man who has taken my seat?”

Oh god.

Virgil stared up at Mrs Bucklin as she bustled in to sit behind them.

An internal sigh. “Mrs Bucklin, this is my brother Virgil.”

“Your brother?” She eyed Virgil as if inspecting him for sale. “Doesn’t look like you at all. Where’s the red hair?”

Virgil arched a dark eyebrow.

“Nevertheless, Mrs Bucklin, Virgil is my older brother.”

“Then how come we haven’t met before? You’ve been travelling this route for a year now and we haven’t seen hide or hair of him.” She continued to glare at Virgil as if he was a threat.

Virgil was shifting in his seat, his expression decidedly wary.

“Virgil has been assisting my father on a project. He’s an engineer. I’m unsure what he is doing here right now.”

“Hmph, well, in my opinion, he should have been here earlier.” She addressed Virgil directly. “Did you know your sweet little brother has been a bastion of this bus route, defending and assisting all?”

What?

John’s head shot up. “Mrs Bucklin-“

“Don’t you go all humble pie on me, young man. I saw what you did to those teenagers and how you help young Mollie every week. That girl is going to work herself into an early grave. And poor Gus, you’ve given him a new reason to try. Did you know he has enrolled himself in a course? Got himself a grant from the government and everything. Got help from that employment assistance group. Not to mention that doe-eyed young student who stares at you with love hearts floating about her head. I don’t know what you did for her, but I have no doubt she would do anything for you if you asked.” She turned back to Virgil, accusation in her eyes. “Why haven’t you been looking after your brother?”

Virgil’s wide eyes darted between John and the older woman.

John had no idea what to say.

“Well?” Mrs Bucklin’s glare was determined.

“Ah-“

“Is this man harassing you?”

John looked up to see Gus looming over Virgil.

You know, the Virgil who lifted weights that weighed more than his brothers on a daily basis.

John frowned. Gus had a new coat on and was looking much healthier than the last time he paid attention. “No, Gus. This is my older brother Virgil.”

And Virgil was subjected to another staring glare. “Doesn’t look like your brother.”

What?!

“I can assure you that he is indeed my caring older brother and he is not neglecting me in any way.”

Gus grunted, still glaring at Virgil. He nodded in John’s direction. “Make sure he eats more. He’s too skinny.”

That started Mrs Bucklin off again. “My goodness, yes. John you do not eat enough. Have you tried any of those recipes I recommended?”

Gus was still eyeing Virgil.

Virgil appeared to be regretting several recent life choices.

“I’m fine, Mrs Bucklin.” He raised his hands. “And both of you, Virgil is not responsible for my wellbeing.”

His tablet beeped. A glance and he found a text message from Ridley. You okay over there?

He looked up and found her at the other end of the bus staring back at him worriedly.

A sigh.

A flick of his fingers. I’m fine.

He turned back to Virgil who was literally cornered, only for his tablet to chime again.

You free tonight?

Oh, for the love of-

“Guys, Virgil is my big brother. He looks after me. He cares. I’m fine. He’s here for a visit. I don’t know why yet. Stop glaring at him.”

Gus grunted again and wandered off to his seat. He didn’t stop eyeing John’s brother for a second.

Mrs Bucklin let off a slightly miffed sound before leaning back in her seat. “He better. Or I have a mind to bring Scottie with me next time. Or maybe Gordy. To teach him a lesson.”

What the hell?

“No need, Mrs Bucklin. I assure you.”

Virgil was staring at John as if he wasn’t sure what planet he was on.

John sighed.

Yeah, he hated public transport.

It was stressful, annoying and far too full of people.

His tablet pinged again. This time it was the program he was working on. It was claiming it was dawn despite the fact the sun had risen an hour ago. He let out an exasperated hiss.

Virgil was still staring at him.

Damn public transport.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #nuttyfic reblog #I hope to do some actual writing tomorrow #who knows #might actually happen

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minniethemoocherda · 9 months

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Iridescent: Chapter 5

Summary: When Jazz is promoted to Head of Special Operations, the last thing he expected was to have to work with a face from his past.

A/N: So yeah sorry this might end up more of a slow burn then I initially intended... Xxxxxx

Ao3

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Prowl had spent most of his allotted sleep time re-reading the autobot code to see if there was a way to legally remove Jazz from his position.

Unfortunately short of treason, there was no way to remove a head of command without input from the others and as they were fighting to uphold democracy, Prowl had to concede to the votes of his peers, even if he disagreed with them.

Ultimately all his late night research had resulted in was a four hour recharge cycle. Which was even less than the six hours he usually allotted for himself which he had previously calculated to be the minimum amount of sleep needed so that he could ensure that he was using as much time as possible to attend to his duties. And now his functionality was below optimum usage which in turn had increased his stress levels, as his battle computer helpfully informed him.

Despite the late night, he was still able to arrive fifteen minutes early to the fortnightly command meeting.

For once he was not the first person there, as sitting in what was usually his chair with their pedes up on the oval table was the source of all Prowl’s current problems.

“Good morning Commander!” Jazz cried with a wave.

Prowl didn’t have the patience hold back a cringe at the loud audio volume.

“That is my seat.” He told him.

“Sorry mech, didn't know we had assigned seating.” Jazz said, although Prowl’s processor was willing to bet that it was no coincidence that the spy had chosen that seat, if the times he had previously happened to coincidently be busking outside his old station whenever he was on duty were anything to go by. Which they were.

"Here ya are." Jazz said, graciously getting off the chair and offering it to him with a bow.

Prowl had learnt more than he would have cared to know about pranks from the twins to fall for that.

“Whilst do not have assigned seating, normally I would sit there. However, today I have decided to sit here instead.” Prowl said, pointed sitting in the chair next to him.

If Jazz had been about to protest, it was cut off as the rest of high command started to arrive. The spy quickly started up a conversation with Ironhide and within a minute, the gruff old veteran was laughing along with whatever tales Jazz was spinning like they were old friends.

Prowl watched as Red Alert skittered around the pair and scanned their usual seat for explosives before sitting down, one optic trained on Jazz. Prowl was glad that at least not all of high command had fallen for his charm.

Thankfully it wasn’t long before Optimus arrived by which point everyone had settled down.

Optimus blinked when his optics landed on Prowl. Prowl felt a twinge of guilt as he just released that he was sat where the Prime would often sit, even though he knew that Optimus would not be upset by it.

Instead Optimus' optics moved from Jazz to Prowl. For some reason that his processor, hadn't quite worked out the meaning of yet, Optimus was wearing a similar tired look to when Bumblebee had decided to pick a fight with some of the older mechs for no reason.

For the most part the meeting carried on as normal. It was their monthly briefing with the rest of command at the MacCadam's base so Elita-One, Ultra Magnus and Chromia joined them via holo-call. Prowl's mood was not improved by Chromia and Ironhide spending most of the meeting blatantly flirting even though he should have expected it by now.

By the end of it, not much had changed and nothing new had been learnt. Megatron was still a threat and Elita-One didn't have anything new to report. The only thing that had changed was the pain behind Prowl's processor which had gotten even worse.

He headed straight for his office when the meeting was over, not wanting to indulge in pointless small talk that he knew the others, especially Jazz would try to force him into.

However, when he got there, he found a package waiting on his desk. Once again, having learnt from previous experiences with the twins, Prowl was not going to entertain the idea of opening that.

He also made a mental reminder to book a meeting with Red-Alert to re-evaluate his office security as he put the package in his draw to be tested by Wheeljack later.

Prowl had barely opened the morning reports when there was a knock on his door. He had no meetings scheduled and if it was an emergency then someone would’ve hailed him over his internal comms by now.

His processor ache worsened tenfold when he opened the door to find Jazz standing behind it.

“Hey Prowler did you like your present?”

“I haven’t opened it.” Prowl stated.

“Saving it for a reward for when you finish all your paperwork eh?"

Prowl had no plans on ever opening that present but he did not mention that as Jazz continued.

“Anyway, I was just passing by on my way to the rec for mid-day rations if you wanted to join me?”

Prowl knew that his office was not on the way back from the rec room as he deliberately selected it to be as far away as possible. But again, he decided not to mention that.

“Sideswipe brings me my rations as part of his current punishment detail.” Prowl also didn't mention that by the time the Lamborghini was done chatting the audio receptors off everyone, it was usually half spilled and lukewarm but it was preferable to being in the rec room where the constant bombardment of noise irritated his battle computer and nobody wanted him there anyway.

"No worries! Maybe some other time then?"

"Maybe." Prowl replied, shutting the door before he could be roped into agreeing to a specific time.

Frustrated Prowl tried to finish his reports, but thanks his processor ache he kept falling further and further behind schedule. Until there was another knock at his door.

As Sideswipe was not due for another hour, Prowl ignored the request for entry, his processor having already provided a 87% chance of who was most likely at his door and carried on with his reports.

A few moments later, despite being locked, the door beeped open.

Prowl startled as the black and white form of Jazz strolled into the room.

“So I thought, I would save Sideswipe the trouble of getting your rations. Plus I added something a little special.” Jazz said, winking at the unnaturally purple liquid that had been adorned with decorative rust flakes.

“I do not drink high-grade during office hours.” The and neither should you went unsaid. Besides, the texture of sprinkles irritated his intake port.

"Your loss Babe." Jazz shrugged.

“Babe?!" Prowl exclaimed incredulously.

“Yeah mech, everyone is either a bot or a babe and you tall, pale and serious are definitely a babe.”

Prowl bristled as Jazz’s optics roamed his plating.

"If you drink that in front of me, I'll report you." Prowl stated, having to hold himself back from flipping his table out of the way and shoving the spy out himself.

Jazz took the hint, sauntering back out, raising the glass to his lips just as the door closed.

Prowl commed Red-Alert an order for new security codes.

Sideswipe came and went with his mid-day and evening rations and Prowl finally felt his fuel pressure return to near acceptable levels as he worked through his meal breaks to catch up.

Then there was a beep at his door as despite having got new codes, it slid open.

Prowl's fault pressure skyrocketed as Jazz once again waltzed in, this time with an electro-bass in his hands.

“Aww you just missed one pit of an impromptu party!" Jazz cried. "And since you missed our little shindig in the rec, I thought we could have our own private party here instead!”

Jazz had barely started strumming when Prowl marched out from behind his desk. Yanking the instrument from his hands.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Prowl yelled, throwing the base across the room.

A flash of emotion slashed across Jazz; faceplate as it crashed into the wall. It was too fast for Prowl’s processor to recognise it, but if he hadn't been designed to look for the details that most bots missed, he probably would not have seen it at all.

Prowl watched Jazz approached the electro-base. The spy knelt beside it, cradling the instrument in his arms like a wounded animal. With his head bowed, his expression was hidden from Prowl's view.

Prowl didn't know much about instruments but to him it looked as though one of the strings had broken. But what he did know was that on their barren wasteland of a planet the probability of them finding a replacement was near to zero.

Before Prowl could even think about what to say, Jazz left without even looking him in the eye.

Feeling himself slip into autopilot, unsure what else to do, Prowl returned to his paperwork, failing to force his brain to focus on his work in an attempt to not analyse the impending guilt.

#transformers #jazzprowl #prowljazz #prowl #jazz #transformers prowl #transformers jazz #optimus prime #ironhide #elita one #elita #elita 1 #chromia #ironhide x chromia #ultra magnus #red alert #sideswipe #jazz x prowl

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twisted-whispers · 2 years

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Yandere!Idia Shroud Thought Dump #3

Part 1 | Part 2

Oh nooo

Anyways

Yandere!Idia sabotaging going outside by slipping you hallucinogenic consumables. Jade was so eager to try out a new mushroom concoction and Idia had been looking forward to this event for weeks, why did you want to go out today? Yandere!Idia being surprisingly soft and tender with his partner during twilight hours, grimacing when he traces ghostly trails into your skin and you open up to him, when he's trying to sleep next to you, overthinking what he's done to get you here - in his domain, tied to him - trying to make up for his sins but knowing he'd do it without hesitation if given another chance.

Yandere!Idia being placed with a partner during a school festival who he is completely obsessed over. He's been seeing some normies eyeing you, so he laced your drink long enough to tag you. Yandere!Idia who uses his drones to stalk you at first, whose grades plummet when he is sleep deprived from watching any possible clip he can find of you.

Yandere!Idia getting detention and in a panic shares his woes about you with Crewel - who with his wisdom about steering those you care for in the right direction - gives Idia the motivation and discipline to apply himself in that regard. Yandere!Idia going through with the groom event because it means he gets to practice before he's committing to the real deal. When he sees how you're breathless at his appearance is when he feels himself losing to you completely.

Yandere!Idia coding a VR version of your world with your discretion and input - not to garner sympathy or open the relationship route but to make you feel better when he finally captures you.

Yandere!Idia replacing limbs parts of you to anchor you to him, to control you if you ever decide to leave. You can't maintain the legs he gave you after that terrible accident, especially if you leave him to go back to your world. Why would he help someone who doesn't love him?

Yandere!Idia trying to create a healthy future for you two, but he's had such a difficult existence he can't help but smother you a bit. You make life bearable, won't you let him keep and spoil you?

Yandere!Idia being a selfish diva - crying, chest heaving sobbing when he finally realizes that stealing someone away, removing their right to choose, and harassing them isn't going to progress him through the romance route he wanted and he can't reload your save game.

Yandere!Idia who nuzzles, whimpers and leans desperately into his partners touch.

Yandere!Idia who steals and tucks your soul away so even if someone fatally injures you, he can just bring you back no problem. Sure this allows him total control over you but he's a good guy and won't abuse your trust, alright?

Yandere!Idia not going to class for an entirely different reason other than it's in public, but now it's because he gets to follow you around as you both skip classes and shimmy in empty classrooms. Ortho can record his History class - he's learning the history of you right now and thats much more interesting.

Yandere!Idia using "it's my birthday" to get you alone in his room while all his dorm members clean up after his (reluctantly public) celebration. Don't worry about giving him something, just sit down and wait really quick while he fetches your(read:his) present.

Yandere!Idia who only mentions you once before Ortho is your new friend and has found every handle you go by. Look, one of the STYX satellites can see right into their bedroom!

Yandere!Idia getting right into your personal space when you're being a brat and not doing what he wants - hovering with an absolutely feral look as he forcibly slips a mystery drug tab onto your tongue.

Yandere!Idia feeding you cookies just to watch your lips and the drool-link in action. He gets cockier the more you allow him to do this and eventually just substitutes himself instead.

#Yandere!Idia Shroud #yandere #idia shroud #twst #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcannons #yandere twst

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itsahotminuteinbetween · 17 days

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urg had other questions abt the truman au wowowowow

what abt eclipse? would there be an eclipse in this au ??? would he be trapped w sun or just as aware as moon???

ALSO, urrrmm are they separated in this au? Are they separated in the digital rendition and one body in the real world or the reverse of that??

After Sun escapes (if he does), how would he readjust to the real world? would he have conflict with moon after the fact?

sorry this au has got me in a CHOKEHOLD

BUDDY DON'T APOLOGIZE YOU'RE FEEDING MY BRAINROT AND I HEAVILY APPRECIATE IT

okay so I'm gonna be honest I haven't really fleshed out much of the details for this au (it kinda took a backseat in terms of development simply because no one was showing interest in it and my witch au was more compelling at the time), so I'm not too sure about an Eclipse. In terms of a combined Sun and Moon ai, that does exist (it only appears at the very end of the au, but it exists). There's also a possibility of their base functions that are fronting the body while these two are stuck in the mindscape gaining sentience and not being too happy about being forced back in, so take that as you will...

Sun and Moon do share a body within this au, with the two taking on separate forms within the mindscape, though they don't really stay in the same spot long enough to see each other properly. They mostly communicated through message exchange and an emotional frequency prior to events in the au, but the au basically starts with Moon already being infected, so they haven't talked in some time...

Sun doesn't escape for a good while-he's gone through a good many loops by that point and struggles with differentiating between reality and fiction. He experiences a lot of relapses where he's still convinced that he's in the mindscape, and sometimes his code mimics the functions inputted during that point, so that his thoughts are very jumbled and he can't really think straight. Moon can't really help him through this-how can he help when his mere image is the very source of the problem? If he tries to interfere, Sun becomes even more panicked and can't tell if it's the real Moon or what his brain replaced Moon with. It's extremely painful for Moon to watch knowing that he can't help or even be in the same room as his sibling without triggering a traumatic response. He usually excuses himself to go patrol (they get separate bodies after they reunite in the fire) and cycles through the daycare camera feed to keep an eye on Sun while giving him space. The only thing that really helps Sun is looking through his own programming and memory files to make sure that nothing's changed.

Moon also develops a severe fear of isolation and being alone-he gets antsy when Sun isn't with him, and often forgets that he and Sun aren't sharing a body anymore. He sometimes experiences this during patrols when it gets too quiet in his head-he always goes straight to the Daycare to make sure Sun's still there. Sun can't really snap him out of it, he just stays close and tries to talk about things to calm him down.

#truman show au #moots #asks #THANK YOU FOR ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS SCRIB #YOU HAVE NO IDEA I SWEAR THIS AU WILL NOT LEAVE MY BRAIN #i made a playlist for it but i'm kinda nervous to post it cuz i don't wanna get hacked #and i have a TON of animatic ideas #(even though I can't animate ahaha)#anyways THANK YOU #the second school's out i'm going to try to make more content for this au #so thank you for showing interest!!!#rambles

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

warnings: none

The rain was soothing after the day that I had had. Walking through the Malibu house after being screamed at and talked down to all day was calming in a way I couldn’t explain. Descending the stairs, I carefully removed my shoes before padding to the lab entrance. I input my code and walked over to the hot rod that was sotting in the middle of the lab space.

“No I’m not done with it yet.” I looked over my shoulder to find Tony sitting on the couch, watching the stocks.

“I didn’t say anything.” I teased as I grabbed a set of clothes from the metal cabinet next to the television. “Just looking. Or am I not allowed to do that anymore?” I kissed Tony on the cheek as I passed by him. His eyes trailed after me, a soft smile on his lips. It was smiles like that that could make me forget all about the terrible day that I had. “Its raining out by the way. Rhodey wont be in tonight. Just us tonight.” Tony hummed as I went into the bathroom to shower. Once I was finished, I walked back out to find Tony leaning back against the arm of the sofa.

“Bad day?” he questioned. I nodded and he opened his arms to me. I laid down on top of him, resting my head on his chest, his heart beating in my ear. “Wanna talk about it?” I shook my head and turned my attention to the television. ”That’s alright. We can just watch this instead.” I hummed as I watched my favorite movie play out on the screen. Feeling Tony run his fingers through my wet hair and periodically kiss the top of my head, I started to relax for the first time that day. Closing my eyes, I let myself drift off into a calmer state of mind.

It was times like this I realized how much I loved Tony. He was always doing sweet things like this for me. No matter how bad my day had been, and no matter how bad his own day had been, he was always there with a hug and something silly to watch or do. Opening my eyes, I shifted so I could rest my chin on his chest. He looked down at me with a smile.

“I love you.” Tony’s smile grew and I could have sworn he was blushing. ”I mean it. I love you.” Tony leaned down and kissed me.

“I love you too.” He leaned his forehead against mine and kissed my nose. “I have for a while. I just couldn’t find the right time to tell you.” Another kiss was pressed to my nose. ”And now you have gone and taken all the thunder.” His chest vibrated as he laughed. A smile made its way onto my face at the sound. I loved his laugh. We laid there smiling at each other and stealing kissing, having said those three little words once and now fully intent on showing each other we meant it. The rain poured outside but inside we were safe and warm and loved. No matter what the world threw at us.

#Tony stark #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark fanfic #tony stark x you #tony stark fanfiction #robert Downey jr #robert Downey jr x reader #Robert Downey jr imagine #robert downey jr fanfic #robert downey jr fanfiction #robert Downey jr x you #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction

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sleepy-seal · 3 months

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Welcome back to another episode of: TMAGP & Treats!!!

This week's treat is........ brownies!!! Just plain baking mix brownies.

sorry for the lackluster treat! i'm currently recovering from a wisdom teeth removal surgery and wanted something easy to make while listening.

- got lucky that we have another box of baking mix because energy is low today after yesterday's surgery

- pan is greased

- COLIN?

- thats actually kind of nice sam is worried for him

- cameras huh? almost like he's afraid of being watched

- uh ohhhh sam's a bit agitated

- SAM

- SAM STOP FUCKING AROUND AND FINDING OUT YOU'RE LITERALLY GOING TO DIE THIS WAY

- WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND????? LMAO

- 2000's ass blog post

- "Bye! ^_^"

- this is a bit interesting though. the blog owner states that they're keeping the blog for posterity, but a good chunk of the posts have since been deleted

- voyeur huh? sounds like that entails a lot of watching

- A KOFI TOO OH MY GOD

- CINEPHOBIAAAAAAA LMAO

- GIRL RUN

- HOW IS THEM MANAGING TO FIND YOUR ADDRESS WITHOUT YOU INPUTTING IT NOT RAISING ANY RED FLAGS

- it looks dilapidated on the outside?????? run???????

- since i can't eat the brownies due to Surgery Reasons i'm opting to eat the batter instead (as carefully as possble)

- eating all the popcorn before the movie starts? relatable

- okay so before the Scary Part starts i'm going to guess it's a detailed version of the writer's life story but from a 3rd person's perspective

- okay i was a bit off. but i was right in spirit

- that is a bit interesting though. it's like the movie is a disease that keeps spreading. someone sees it, makes a blog post about it with the same exact words, someone else sees the blog post, that someone else sees it, and so on and so forth

- OKAY. INTERESTING

FINAL THOUGHTS:

okay firstly, this episode was pretty interesting! it was a bit shorter than the previous episodes but still something substantial. i'm nevertheless intrigued and still curious as to how things will develop.

but more importantly, COLIN!!!!! i know he was in episode 3 but i miss him already. it's interesting though that sam notes how weird colin's been acting lately. he is very intentionally going analogue. and to be honest i can't really blame him. he knows that the programs inside the computers are watching them, and will use practically anything digital to connect from one aspect to another and spy on people (remember how they managed to connect to alice's phone in the first episode??? literally no device is safe.) him doing literally everything he can to distance himself from the electronics is not going unnoticed. while we're on the topic of IT's, i'm wondering why gwen was so interested in them all of a sudden. does it have to do with the video she saw? could klaus be the german IT guy? what happened to him? perhaps he knew too much, and it was getting in the way of his work. and the fact he's german. could he be the one who wrote the code for the system? it doesn't explain things, but it definitely something to keep in mind. it seems like gwen is onto something, and she's starting her own little investigation.

i am also keeping an eye on sam. he's a bit better at this than jon, in the sense that he's not being overtly obsessive about it Yet, but something is up with him. he's a bit irrate and making incredibly bad decisions, but to be honest, who doesn't when they're in a bad mood? i do appreciate him trying to bring up colin's current state and offering some kind of solution, rather than pushing him away. i think he genuinely wants to help.

also alice is so confused. i feel so bad for her. "why is everyone acting so weird?" honestly i do not blame you. alice get behind me everybody is going to make you look like the weird suspicious person for trying to stay sane.

sorry for the delay guys!!!! the pain is bearable but i've just been having a hard time getting my thoughts together. this episode has given me a lot but also not very much. overall, i think everybody is acting weird and i know this is bad because my guys :( my little sillies. anyways, that's all for now! goodbye!

#tmagp spoilers #tmagp speculation #tmagp #TMAGP & Treats

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trashikin · 2 years

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Imperial (Wedding) March 2

Formerly "Arranged Marriage Vaderluke Trash". With thanks to @starboundanon for the title 🤍🤍

tw: dark content, accidental incestuous marriage, humiliation (non-sexual), cultural miscommunication, unhealthy power dynamics

Vader recalled the first few weeks of his marriage to Padmé being full of laughter and joy, even in the aftermath of the first of his now several prosthetics. They had made love, talked for hours, and simply touched. Small touches in passing, long hours with her curled under his arm and chin, shared warmth and breath until they nearly seemed to meld into one.

His forced union with Prince Luke Organa, suspected Rebel sympathizer, was starkly the opposite.

After reprimanding him for daring to suggest that being Vader’s spouse was the same as being a hostage, as though Padmé had been his hostage and not a willing partner, things went cold. Excepting trips to the refresher, Luke did not emerge from the tiny room Vader had assigned him for the entirety of the allotted time, even to eat. Vader did not have meals sent to him, nor did he try to rouse him for food. If the foolish boy wished to starve himself to spite Vader, then he very well could. His Master may have forbidden him from actively harming his unwanted husband, but he would not go out of his way to care for him either.

Still, the thought of how Luke had been pouting made Vader call a datapad to his hand. He had much to get through, still, since his brief absence from his duties, but he had found himself checking this datapad more often than he expected.

After inputting the correct code, the viewscreen resolved into a cam feed. This one showed three views: the common area of his quarters, the refresher, and Luke’s cramped room. The last one was the one he brought to fullscreen.

“Cramped” was the appropriate word. Luke had, for some reason, brought several trunks along with him. They were now haphazardly stacked in the room, with barely any space left to walk. Luke currently sat on the small cot provided, feet propped up on one of said trunks. He was reading a datapad of his own, but what the content was, Vader had no idea. His hair, for once, was unbraided and unbound. It fell down his back just past his waist in a cascade of gold.

Luke was vain about his hair, Vader had decided. One of the only things he had said to Vader after he had been corrected was to complain about the lack of a mirror in the refresher. Vader detested mirrors, when he caught sight of himself without his mask it only reminded him of what he had killed to become who he was. And so his personal quarters had none. But Luke apparently wanted one to make it easier to weave his long hair into one elaborate Alderaanian style or another. Vader had not once seen him with his hair loose, outside of this surveillance cam.

As though he could feel Vader watching him, Luke tossed the datapad he was reading onto the bed beside him and flopped backwards, perhaps with a huff. Vader kept his datapad muted, he did not expect the audio from the cam to be of any real interest since Luke did not have a comlink in the room. His things had been searched for such contraband before being delivered. Luke began absently spinning a silver bracelet on his left wrist, one Vader had never seen him without.

He did not realize exactly how much time he had spent staring at the unmoving prince until his own comm chirped. Vader scowled, he was not going to find any Rebel secrets watching his husband sulk, and deactivated the datapad. He looked up from his desk to the mounted viewscreen above it, and answered the comm.

“What?” he snapped. He rarely answered a comm in any other tone of voice.

Piett’s image resolved on the viewscreen, appearing only slightly nervous. He liked that about Piett, the man was clearly still afraid of him but did his best to hide it. And what was better, he wasn’t trying to usurp or undermine Vader. If only that were true of more of the Imperial Navy.

“Lord Vader,” Piett said, “we have received word that Grand Moff Tarkin’s ship has dropped out of hyperspace. They will dock with the Executor in the next half an hour, by your leave.”

Vader first felt confusion, but quickly chased it away with anger. He had forgotten that Tarkin had invited himself. For what, he had no idea. They had no business that Vader was currently aware of. The stupid weapons project Tarkin kept tabs on had been continually delayed, and he doubted Tarkin would show up in person simply to gloat about its completion. All he knew for certain was that the visit would involve a meal, something he almost never did with anyone.

Not even his husband, it seemed, as now that Luke’s confinement had ended he had taken every meal in the mess hall.

“Very well,” was all he said to Piett, before ending the call.

He looked back down at his work, before pausing with another thought. One typically brought their spouses to things such as this. He was likely expected to bring Luke, now. Even if the marriage was a facade, it was one that needed to be maintained. And they could always send Luke away if there were sensitive matters to discuss.

Irritated, Vader rose and left his private chamber. He strode quickly to Luke’s door and pressed the button to open it, not bothering to knock.

“Wh — hey!”

Luke jumped and cast about for… Vader was not sure. In the end he grabbed the cloak he had been using as a thicker blanket, Executor-standard was quite thin, and threw it over his own head. That made no sense, but Vader did not bother to comment on it. If Luke wanted to act like a fool in private, that was his concern.

“You will be ready and presentable in twenty minutes,” Vader said. “We have a guest.”

“Who is — ” the blue eyes under the cloak squinted and the mouth twisted. “In twenty minutes? That’s no time at all!”

Vader remembered how long it took Padmé to get ready, when he was able to spend the night and therefore see some of her dressing routines, and that was with the help of droids or handmaidens. Luke had neither. He had the fleeting thought that he should offer to help, but he stamped that out. It was his memory of her that brought the thought up, nothing else.

“Now it is nineteen minutes,” he said instead, before turning and leaving the room.

At ten minutes, Vader started pacing the common area in annoyance. At fifteen he began to seethe, but told himself he had given him a few more to appear. When Luke still did not emerge at eighteen minutes, Vader decided he was being defiant for no reason, and opened the door again.

Luke’s jump this time was smaller, but not absent. He wore a dark grey tunic and pants, covered with an asymmetrical white wrap. His only visible jewelry was the persistent silver bracelet. He had half of his hair coiled into a braided bun low at the left-side base of the back of his head, and was working on making a matching one for the right. He would look more than presentable when finished, he would look lovely.

But he was out of time, and Vader did not bother disguising the noise of disgust he made at the waste.

“It is time to go,” he said.

“I’m almost done,” Luke said, indicating a row of four small pins he had attached to his sleeve. “It would be faster with a mirror in the ‘fresher. And don’t you ever knock?”

“No.”

He had thirty more seconds until they hit twenty minutes, and so Vader stood there staring him down while he wove his hair as quickly as he could. He had finished the braid and was about to start coiling it when Vader’s mental clock hit twenty.

Unwilling to bend or allow Luke to push boundaries, he snatched his left wrist and pulled him out of the room. Luke yelped in protest and lost his grip on his hair, which spilled back down over his shoulder and immediately began to unravel.

“I can’t go out like this,” Luke said.

Vader was not certain if his tone was upset or angry. He felt a mix of emotions in the Force, but that was similarly difficult to suss out. The Organa twins, the very few times he had met them, always felt strange in the Force. They were both Force sensitive, albeit barely. Not enough to bother the political fallout of dragging them to Fortress Inquisitorious. The sister was like a brick wall, not trained in shielding but with natural defenses difficult to slip through. Luke, instead, was muted. As though he was wrapped in several layers of metaphysical insulation.

“You had time and you chose to play with your hair,” Vader said, continuing his steady march for the door to the corridor.

Luke had to take two steps for every one of his to avoid being dragged across the durasteel floor. All the while he attempted to fix the fallen braid, but Vader’s grip on his wrist precluded that. His face grew more pink the further they got from their quarters, and his muffled feelings in the Force filled with embarrassment.

It was only once they reached the hangar that Vader released his grip. When Luke immediately reached back up to finish his braid, Vader slapped his hand away. Luke shot him a look of mortification, but Vader had barely used any force at all. He doubted the move had hurt.

“Stop fidgeting,” he said simply. Before he turned to stare forward he caught what may have been the beginnings of tears forming in Luke’s eyes. Luke blinked rapidly to dispel them before they could spill over.

Tarkin was nothing if not punctual. The bay doors opened to accept his ship at twenty-eight minutes after Piett’s message. The ship landed, and had its ramp down at twenty-nine. By thirty, Tarkin stood in front of Vader, flanked by a couple of lower officers. One held a package.

“My Lord Vader,” Tarkin said with the mocking smile he almost always wore. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

“Tarkin,” Vader said, not feeling up to playing the game of niceties.

Tarkin was never one to bluster at rudeness, he would find his own small way to sleight Vader for it another time. He turned to Luke and grasped both of his hands, as though they were dear friends. Luke’s face was an impassive mask, but one that had obvious cracks forming. Whatever he was upset about, it was not acceptable in public.

“Your Highness,” Tarkin said, his voice turning syrupy. “I must say I’m honored that you already feel the Imperial Navy is part of your family.”

If Luke had been pink before, now he went red all the way to his ears. Even muffled, Vader could feel his humiliation and anger in the Force.

“Grand Moff,” Luke hissed through his teeth in what was probably an attempt at politeness. He jerked his hands free. That was another petty move that Tarkin would punish Vader for, somehow. He, in turn, would need to correct Luke. Again.

“Come on, I’m starving,” Tarkin said, sweeping a hand out as though he was their host instead of the other way around. “And I brought wine.”

The walk to the conference room, which would act as a dining room for these purposes, was tense and awkward. Luke remained sullenly silent, but at least had stopped playing with his hair. Tarkin spoke at length, but not about anything of import. Upon reaching the conference room the officer carrying the package pulled out a bottle of wine.

“Andoan,” Tarkin said, as if that was something impressive Vader would recognize. “Though we must let it decant.”

The officer uncorked the bottle and set it to one side, then Tarkin’s escort left the room.

“Why are you here?” Vader demanded. He did not care that Luke was present, if it was secret Tarkin could at least tell him that much.

Tarkin’s mocking smirk grew wider.

“I have been informed that celebration is in order,” he said, in a tone that implied that was not at all his motive. “And I wished to congratulate you and your new husband.”

Luke stood suddenly, hands flat on the top of the table.

“Excuse me,” he said, before rushing across the room to the tiny adjoining refresher.

At that, Tarkin started laughing. It was cruel, but controlled. As all things Tarkin did were.

“You did not research Alderaanian customs before taking your spouse, did you, Lord Vader?” he asked.

Vader did not respond, he did not see the point. Tarkin gestured to his own head.

“Those born to Alderaanian noble houses, and especially the royal family, wear their hair long and keep it braided,” he said in a lecturing tone. “Only family, their dearest friends, or their most trusted servants may see it unbound.”

That explained quite a bit about Luke’s reaction and insistence on finishing his braids. Something rankled Vader that Luke’s reaction to him seeing his undone hair was to cover it. Unwanted or no, he was his husband. There was no closer family.

“You essentially dragged the prince though your Star Destroyer in his underwear,” Tarkin added.

Vader took a slow, silent breath in through his nose.

“It is irrelevant,” he said, but privately he filed the information away.

Perhaps he should do a bit of research on Alderaan after all. It would help him anticipate any other problems Luke may choose to cause.

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