#lets see how many it takes for the computer to crash

[milkteabinniechan]

the sweetest song:

part one

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pairing: !dom Felix x !female reader

summary: You are a camgirl and new neighbor Felix just happen to log onto your livestream and now he can't look at you the same way again...

warnings: just fluff, Kissing and Felix being a bit of a pervert

author's note: this is just a part one of idk how many parts. Please be kind! This is my first time writing about Felix. It was very fun!!

"fuck, I'm so hard"

Felix's eyes were glued to his computer screen. His heart racing, his cock twitching in his underwear. You were wearing pink panties with a matching pink lace bra. You were sitting on your knees on top of your bed, giggling. He watched your mouth open and close. Letting small breaths in. Your skin was glowing.

"Thanks so much for the tip, daddydanger95!" You gave a wink to the camera. Your webcam was strategically placed so your entire body was visible. You were wearing your most favorite lingerie and felt incredibly sexy. You loved the feeling of making yourself come on camera. All these strangers watching you, jerking off to you, it made you feel so good. You let out a sigh of release as you signed off your chatroom. That last orgasm really took it out of you and you were ready to crash. You pulled the covers back when your room suddenly brightened from the light of your next door neighbor's bedroom. You opened your curtain slightly and peeked through the glass. Felix was your neighbor. Your incredibly hot neighbor. He had moved in just a few months ago, right across the street. The two of you hadn't said more than a handful of words to each other. Mostly pleasantries. But he had this uncanny ability to make your legs feels all rubbery whenever he looked at you. You had invited him over a few times for a movie night but he always said he had to work.

Now you were staring at him through your bedroom window, in the middle of the night, willing him to take his shirt off. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You really needed a new hobby, or at least a new way of inviting him over.

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Felix closed his laptop and stood to turn on his bedroom light. He paused in the middle of his room, hands on his hips, staring at his closed laptop. Trying to wrap his head around what he just watched, cock still throbbing inside his sweatpants. You had always been friendly towards him. But he was here for work. He made a resolution of sorts, to stop hooking up, to focus only on work and friends. He had developed somewhat of a reputation back home as a player, a man-whore, and he was good at it. But then he fell in love and she didn't love him back. So he was abstinent. He was closed for business. That is, until he saw you. You had invited him for a movie night a few times, and each time it was getting harder and harder to say no to you. You were so damn cute. But that's all. Just a cute face. Until your chatroom. Watching you slowly strip out of your clothes. Revealed lacey little nothings that made his mind short circuit.

Avoiding eye contact. Now he was avoiding eye contact with you. You watched him walk to his front door, arm full of groceries. You knew it was now or never. Last chance. You took a deep breath and pressed forward.

"Felix! Wait up!" You called from behind him. He paused his hand on the door knob and turned towards you. You stopped short and stood in front of him in silence for a moment.

"I'm having a pool party," you began, "the whole neighborhood is going to be there. You could meet all your neighbors. It will be fun!" You playfully nudged his arm.

Felix looked at your hand making contact with his arm. The sensation was warm. God, all he wanted was to taste your skin.

He glanced at your mouth to see you were talking again, but his mind was preoccupied.

"...So you're coming, right? I'm not taking no for an answer." Your smile was flirtatious with just a hint of bossy. You were pretty sure you had Felix pegged as a submissive. So maybe he just needed to be pushed a little. You had subscribers like that too in your chatroom. Felix sighed. And nodded his head. Bingo. You cheered victory in your head, but kept your cool as not to let on how excited you were. Mostly to finally see Felix with his shirt off.

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The sun was hot that weekend. Perfect day for a pool party. Plenty of snacks. Plenty of booze. You had planned for everything. Well, almost everything. You didn't plan for Felix looking fucking gorgeous in a bathing suit. You stood at the edge of the pool with a cold beer bottle in your hand. Your eyes traced his body as he lifted his shirt and set it next to him on the foldout chair. He was avoiding eye contact again. Did he hate you? Why wouldn't he look at you? You were wearing your sexiest bikini ever. You looked amazing today.

You looked amazing today. Felix could feel his heartbeat in his ears. How long could he stare at the ground for, the entire party? Unlikely. But when he closed his eyes he could see you on the webcam. Smiling, giggling, moaning...

"You made it!" You squeaked from behind Felix. He turned to face you. Your lips were shining from some kind of gloss, a hint of pink was catching the sunlight. He felt a twinge in his shorts.

You continued to talk about the weather and the good food, you even asked if he needed anything. But all Felix could think to say was You. But instead he excused himself and made a b-line towards your house. You scoffed at the ride exit and took a quick swig of your beer. You were buzzed. Just enough to confront Felix on what his problem really was. You took a deep breath and followed him.

"Hey!" You shouted. "What's your problem? Is it me? Because I have been nothing but nice to yo-"

Your rant was stopped short by Felix's lips. He pressed his mouth to yours and placed a hand behind your head. Your eyes were wide from the shock. Then they fluttered close as you let yourself sink into the kiss. It was perfect warm. His lips were plump. They cradled your own perfectly. His top lip lined with your top, but his bottom lip layed flush under your bottom lip. You pushed your mouth into his to let him know how good he felt. You placed both your hands on his waist and pushed him against your kitchen counter. Your head was swimming. He was gorgeous and so sweet and shy, clearly you would have to take the lead here.

But you couldn't been more wrong. He wanted to make you remember his name...

#stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #lee felix #felix #skz fluff #skz felix #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #stray kids felix #felix smut #felix fluff #felix stray kids #felix skz #felix scenarios

[teatreeoilll]

The weekly drabble of the Adventures of Roommate!Sukuna and Reader, part 2 w/c - 400 tw - swearing, really horrible driving, really bad jokes, ooc sukuna for recreational purposes

"Quit laughing."

"I'm not laughing," you cover your mouth with your hand, shaky breaths still heard through your palm.

"Why the fuck is she moving so slow?" Sukuna complained, tapping his fingers restlessly on the wheel as he watched an old lady stagger across the crosswalk, "It's not like she has a lifetime ahead of her."

"She's not doing it on purpose," you follow your words with a smack on his shoulder, "Be patient."

"An orthopedic patient is walking right in front of us; why don't you smack her instead? Maybe she'll move faster," He grits his teeth, "This is an emergency." Sukuna swerves the car, letting it mount onto the sidewalk momentarily before driving around the woman, flooring the gas pedal.

The car halts, the tires screeching under the pressure, almost crashing into a red Ford Sedan with an elderly woman yelling something untangible behind her car's window. Sukuna rolls down the window just enough to push his forearm out and flip her off, shouting 'nice driving, Hellen Keller' before quieting down under the feeling of your raging gaze piercing him from the passenger seat. "What are you so angry for? He's dying back there."

"How many times can I say it? He is not dying!"

"The fuck d'you know?" He barked, "You didn't hear how he screamed."

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"Name please," the receptionist ceases her loud typing at the sight of Sukuna's menacing gaze.

"Name? Can't you see he's in pain?" Sukuna snaps, "Just get the doctor."

"Sir, we need to open a patient file. Tell me his name and the doctor will be right with you." She raises a brow, diverting her attention back to the computer screen.

"It's Fluffy," you interrupt, "and he's fine - we can wait." You grab the cat carrier from Sukuna's hands, putting it on your knees as you take a seat at the vet clinic's waiting area.

"We did not name him Fluffy," He spews, "His name's Hannibal."

"We are not naming the cat Hannibal!" You retort, "Please, just write Fluffy."

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"So this is.. Fluffy Hannibal?" The veterinarian asks, trying to force the smile off his lips, "What happened?"

"Well," you sigh, "He accidentally stepped on his foot," you motion to Sukuna, "and now he thinks Fluffy's dying."

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A/N: Fluffy was perfectly fine.

#sukuna X reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #Ryomen sukuna X y/n #ryoumen sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction

[tomorrowillbeyou]

Thursday 2005 demos

These are some early demos for A City by the Light Divided which were stolen from the band and leaked in September 2005. I haven't seen anyone post about them so I thought I would myself. Below are lyrics and some extra context. I have tried to transcribe the lyrics as best I can but I have pretty bad auditory processing disorder so there will inevitably be some errors. If you spot a mistake, let me know and I will edit the post. The formatting and details of the lyrics are mostly based on the CD booklet.

Blog post

After the demos were leaked, Geoff made this blog post on the Thursday website on September 21 2005:

Hey friends- SO… we see that the early demos we did for the record have FINALLY leaked. In this day and age anything and everything that passes through a computer eventually ends up being available to everyone at the click of a button. Many of you know that Thursday is one of the few bands that actually supports file sharing!!! We love the fact that music is available to everyone whenever they need it. We have always told our friends and 'fans' that they should download any of our albums that they can't afford or can't find in stores. These demos, however, weren't ready for anyone to hear. These songs have all changed substantially since those demos and will probably change between now and the recording. Just to help you guys understand these demos, here's a user's guide: 1. most of these songs don't have names because the lyrics are still being written… a song only really becomes a song for us when we figure out EXACTLY what it's about. 2. One of these songs is actually the reincarnated out-take of a song that we cut from war all the time. 3. Andrew had just joined the band as a full fledged member when we recorded these and his keyboard parts were still sketchy at best. 4. There is one song, however, that is much closer to finished than the other's. It's called "At This Velocity" and it's about a crash landing in an airplane on the other side of the world. This song was started when we were in Australia on tour with the Flaming Lips, the Mars Volta and Poison the Well. The first line of the song is, "We were safe, Now we're paralyzed, Suspended in flight…" We hope you enjoy it. On a related and timely note, we are very excited to announce that we will be heading into the studio with Dave Fridmann at the beginning of October to start on our new album. His work with the Flaming Lips, Weezer, Mogwai and Sleater Kinney has produced some of the finest albums of the last ten years. Dave is one of the few modern producers really pushing the medium and he's one of the nicest guys in the business. We started preproduction on the sixteen songs we've written. In the short amount of time we've been working with Dave he's already pushing us to new musical and emotional ground. Anyway, thank you all for the love that you have always shown us. These demos aren't really a good indication so try not to listen to them too much (we don't want you to get used to them this way!!!). We're just happy that all the really great stuff on this album is still a secret!!! Keep checking the website for updates and tidbits. thanks and love, Geoff (and all the Thursday boys)

1 - At This Velocity - Lyrics

We were safe Now we're paralyzed Suspended in flight At this speed it makes no difference Where I start and where you end Or if you sit in an emergency aisle.

We could be dead Complete the equation: Our names are X and N We have no value In these calculations: We're placed on a plane, Pointed straight down, Traveling at five hundred feet per second, Five thousand feet from the ground -- how long will it take us to hit? How fast will we start the disintegration? No time left - just keep moving No time left - just keep moving How fast will it take us to hit? How long till we start the disintegration?

We could be safe here, forever, Floating in the clean blue air. Somewhere between the sun that gives us light and the ground that puts it out. And we'll kneel in the aisles Press our hands together, close our eyes, speak these words so softly into the black box And it goes: "Mother, father, can you hear this? I want to thank you for all the sweetness. I'm not coming home, we're never coming home."

2 - Telegraph Avenue Kiss - Lyrics

She's the song that you tried to sing And the note that you couldn't hit So you locked her up in a music box Turned the key on all of us She spins silver strings in the dark With metal teeth that ring in her heart When the cover drops The world just fades away, away, away From her, waiting, waiting, waiting for her to say: It doesn't matter what you say, Doesn't matter what you think you mean, You know our love's not unconditional.

A book of matches and a cigarette A love note that you never sent You can fold it up but you won't forget You can strike a match but it still might not light Now I'm the one that's stuck inside the silver cage, The bird that can't fly away, clip its wings if it sings Of the way, the way, the way that it hurt Waiting, waiting, waiting for her to say: It doesn't matter what you say, Doesn't matter what you think you mean, You know our love's not unconditional. Doesn't matter what you say, Doesn't matter what you think you mean, You know our love's not unconditional.

The music box is open It's spinning with the room If you're the record playing, I'm the needle in the groove. Listen to our song:

You're in my heart, In my hands In my lungs.

We move like a carousel Streak lights and mirrors in our eyes It's time to let this go Can't stop spinning Around, around, around, around, around, around, around, around, around, around, around You know our love's not unconditional Unconditional Unconditional You know our love's not unconditional.

3 - The Other Side of the Crash / Over and Out (Of Control) - Lyrics

Note: This contains a section from Panic On The Streets Of Health Care City, the "reincarnated out-take" mentioned in the blog post. Panic later appeared on Kill The House Lights.

The lights go down, outside (before our cars collide) The city silhouettes itself (in forty shades of fire) Do you know where these lies are leading? I'll meet you there. I'm covering up my eyes Before they cover up your eyes And wrap your body all in white, And we awake in the light of all the lies This can't be happening Sorry, someone made it.

We wake up Covered in the marks of all these razors Racing up our veins We'll live and learn to love again Open up your eyes and we'll be safe again From the razor's edge.

And the hospital ward sleeps Through the surgery Hiding needles in the drawer (for emergency) While upstairs they sleep In maternity Fever and the pitch. It's a brand new day, Just to be awake, This is how it feels To live and learn to love again Open up your eyes and we'll be safe away From the razor's edge.

The I.V. drips, the days drag on The anesthetic's not wearing off Adjust the light switch in the hall Someone has left it on, And maybe the x-ray screen keeps it from getting dark The bulb burns out when it gets too hot Keep crashing this car (over and over) Keep crashing this car (over and over) Keep crashing this car (over and over) I can't keep crashing this car Still it spins out of control So hold me close or I might disappear this time Out of control We fight currents in the water When we can't let go of the shore. We've lost control.

4 - Autumn Leaves Revisited - Lyrics

The leaves will fall and so will you When you do, bury me under them too Seconds pass, we'll make it through Eventually we all go home It won't be long It won't be long

I live with a girl who’s been waiting Seven months left till they bring home the baby He swore he was paying for school They shipped him over. Now he scatters on the front lines He swore he would follow his conscience But done the wrong way follows his orders instead. When he shoots, he sings this song But he doesn’t know that she’s been singing it, too. It won't be long It won't be long Until they find a way home

We walk along the wire tied between horizons You close your eyes like it's nothing at all Throughout the rise and fall, everything, everything Changes, I will be here when you die

Did you hear the trumpets play the day your father died? Did the violins swell those circles under your eyes? Did you play the part straight like a march? Or get lost in the beat, thinking and feeling… Did the drums in the streets make the people dance? Or fall to their knees from the sound? Knock the leaves from the trees, and they fell from the branch? They looked beautiful As they hung in the air Spinning around Did you float in the air? Spinning around?

There must be somewhere that cigarettes burn through the night And the leaves don't abandon their trees to the light Where the sky's always clear and the summer never ends… Won't you take me there?

The leaves will fall and so will you When you do, bury me under them too Seconds pass, we'll make it through Eventually we all are going home

5 - Untitled - Lyrics

Note - this didn't end up on ACBTLD, but did make it onto Common Existence as Last Call.

The center cannot hold, the side collapses Full of broken words, sing the song inside the dark arcade Color me in city greens The streets unwinding, spitting flames Cars around the arteries We scream and swerve and fall apart.

Everything we love, it falls apart, And the architect abandons us.

I'll save us from the sky until a feeling burns, you try It plants a seed of fire that flowers in the corner of your eye Circular breathing We'll keep them always moving Heart attack efficiency, Erase the figure as it falls.

Everything we love, it falls apart, And the architect abandons us.

The city shakes like tired hands The light divides what darkness mends Our bodies echo in our plans.

Everything is falling apart.

The wedding starts The guests appear The church bells ringing endlessly The bride and groom are hand in hand And everything goes as it's planned: The parents smile, The priest chokes up, The organ plays "Amazing Grace" And underneath the thin white veil

Everything is falling apart.

And the people sing: La la la la, da da da…

The city shakes like tired hands The light divides what darkness mends Our bodies echo in our plans.

Everything is falling apart.

#thursday band #a city by the light divided #oh god i hope i didnt fuck anything up ive read this over like 6 times now

[ohdearlingwhathappened]

A Pair Made in the Pits chapter 2

Falling Behind Part 2

Chp 1.

A/n: Here's Chapter 2 of this series. I have started my current semester, so chapters are going to be quite slow. Apologies in advance! This has primarily not been beta read, so let me know if you find any discrepancies. And most important, enjoy the chapter!

Having two robots kill them all by driving into the side of a cliff after quasi kidnapping them was not how Y/n thought this would go down, but with a shriek, she closed her eyes and silently asked any deity that may exist to please rain vengeance down on her kidnappers. That is, until she realized there were no sounds or feelings of the crash and the light beyond her eyelids dimmed from the harsh Nevada sun; opening her eyes, she realized that they somehow were now in a grey corridor that eventually lead to a rather large open room in which two more robots stood, probably having been alerted to their arrival considering their already apprehensive looks. At Bee’s stopping, the younger boy Y/n now knows as Raphael, or Raf as he prefers, gets out and she slowly follows him out and takes her place standing in front of the children. She knows, logically, that if anything were to happen, she likely wouldn’t be able to stop anything, but she might be able to buy them time, at the very least.

“I thought there were two.” The red and white robot questions the blue and pink bot. He was the first one Y/n had seen once they had entered the clearing, of sorts. He had been standing over by what looked to be a large computer, though she supposes it’s quite normal sized, or possibly even small, for them.

Ever snarky, the effeminate bot responds, “Haven’t you heard- humans multiply.” before walking more over towards the middle of the room.

Y/n snorts, unbelieving of the situation she and these kids are in, and looks around before hearing human-sized steps moving past her and toward the hulking figure of the green robot, “Miko! Don’t-”

“I’m Miko! Who are you?”

“Bulkhead?” The larger, green robot seemed tense, obviously not used to talking to many other humans, especially teenage girls, most likely. Oblivious to the apparent nerves, Miko gives an excited gasp and begins her questioning.

“Are you a car? I bet you’re a truck. A monster truck! Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh?! Have you ever used a wrecking ball for a punching bag?” The questions were an absolute onslaught that, despite not being the one having the questions shot at them, were making even Y/n’s head spin. 

“Miko, hon, give um- Bulkhead- some space to breathe. Besides, I think there are more pressing matters at hand here.” Putting a hand on Miko’s shoulder, Y/n pulls the young girl away. Receding into her thoughts she tries to determine who exactly is in charge, so she can begin ripping into them, and no offense to any of the present company, but they don’t exactly seem like the leading type. “I’m sure one of these robots will have an explanation as to why we had to be dragged out to the middle of nowhere, instead of just letting us go back to our lives.”

“Puh-lease.” The red and white bot scoffs out, leading to Y/n glaring up at him. 

This is the second time one of these indicated that they aren’t all that meets the eye, and the lack of explanation is beginning to make Y/n’s blood boil. However, before she is able to snap back some witty remark, heavy footsteps draw her attention back to another tunnel that weirdly appears to have an almost immediate dead end, but looks to have metal arches and wiring throughout the skeletal infrastructure, to see the largest one of these robots yet. 

“We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron, also known as autobots.” His deep voice rumbles throughout the room, making Y/n feel as if she could feel the vibrations in her very bones. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Jack take a few steps forward and doesn’t stop him. For some reason she can’t explain, the alien before her has eased some of her worries and fears, making her trust that the kids were in safe hands. Just by answering a question.

“Why are you here?”

“To protect your planet from the Decepticons. We came here after our home became inhabitable after years of civil war.”

“I take it those are the guys who attacked you and Rafael last night? My turn for a question- why are we here?” No matter how much some of the explanation put Y/n at ease, there was still a lot to go over, hence why she dons the defensive and accusatory tone and crosses her arms. “No offense, but your war has nothing to do with these children. Why bring them here and further risk their endangerment?”

“Ms. Y/n-” Miko tries to interrupt, but the woman is quick to give her a pointed look.

“No, Miko.” She looks back up to Optimus Prime, and keeps her pointed look on her face, “Don’t you think yesterday was stressful enough for these kids? They are teenagers- Raf is only 12! They should be worrying about their grades, what new video game is coming out, who their soulmate is and what their quote says- not some intergalactic war.” Y/n huffs, annoyed with the situation in front of her. She may not be these kids’ parent, but she does feel responsible for them. “If it was a few other adults or even just myself, that would be different. We’ve gotten our quotes,” her words begin to fade, and she hangs her head, “even if they might be fucked.”

Miko flinches at the misted mention of her teacher’s quote. Having been a host student partially under the care of Y/n for nearly a year now, knows of the woman’s quote circumstances. When the teen came to the states, she had been ecstatic to get away from her overly controlling parents, but she didn’t exactly trust anyone in Nevada either. In a way to get her to open up, Y/n sat her down in one of the offices of the school and played a sort of 20 questions with the girl, to help her loosen up. The questions could be as impersonal as what’s the best place to get food in Jasper, or as personal as questions regarding her quote. 

“So I can ask anything?”

“Yep. Anything you want.”

“And you aren’t going to back out if I hit some sore spot?”

“I promise I won’t. You have my word, Miko.”

“Okaaaay. How old are you?”

“Oooo starting off on the hard-hitting questions, huh?” Y/n smiled and pretended to think about it, “I know I must sound ancient, but I’m 26 years old.”

“Meh, you aren’t as old as my parents, so you aren’t that old.” Miko leans back in her chair, thinking about what to ask.”What’s your relationship like with your mom and dad?

“Well… my mother died when I was 12. It was a car crash- she was a lovely woman, from what I can remember. My father, on the other hand, changed after her death, and once I got my quote, he kicked me out.” She shrugged, smiling faintly. It wasn’t a fond memory, but it was nearly 10 years ago, so the pain had faded, but some scars still remained- metaphorically and physically.

“Your quote is that bad? What is it?”

“I do not know.”

“Well, what language is it?”

“If I knew that, I would know what my quote says, wouldn’t I?” 

“Can I see it?”

“No.” The smile evaporates from Y/n’s face, not a trace of it remaining.

“But you said-”

“I said I would answer your questions, Miko, and I have. This is the one limit I have, and I request that you respect that… Ok?” Miko’s eyes flicker between Y/n’s and nods. Noticing the tension, Y/n smiles gently and clears her throat, motioning for the girl to continue- “Now back to your questions- I can’t imagine you’ve gotten them all out.”

“I understand your worries… Ms. Y/n,-” The giant in front of her snaps her out of her reminiscing; it had only been a year and yet the girl had become a trusted and dear person, to Y/n. “-but Decepticon activity has spiked, and with some of their warfront having seen the human children, I fear they may not be safe. Our war has been ongoing for a long time, and while we have not seen nor heard of their leader, Megatron, if his return is as imminent as I believe it is, it would be best to keep the children, and you, in our care whenever we are able.” Optimus looks down at the woman before him, the worry obvious on her face, and kneels down to better look her in the eye. “I assure you. These children will be safer nowhere else.”

“You understand this is a lot to take in, right? I am going to have to not only have the burden of these kids’ safety on my shoulders, but I am going to have to lie to both pairs of Miko’s parents and if I see Jack or Rafael’s I’ll have to lie to them as well. If anything goes wrong, I will never be able to forgive myself.” Y/n’s arms wrap around herself, hands gripping onto the fabric of her blouse. She breaks eye contact with Optimus and looks Jack, Raf, and Miko over, trying to confirm what she was thinking.

The truth is, the woman had already made up her mind, but she was hoping for a slip up, a wrong comment, anything for her to be able to deny the mechanical giant before her. But looking into his eyes, there was nothing but determination and truth glowing from his steady gaze. She drops her shoulders and brings a hand to rub her face, regretting the action slightly when she feels some of her mascara come off in small grains- today had been long.

“I understand your concerns-”

Y/n lowers her hand and looks back at Optimus with determination of her own.

“But I believe you will keep them safe.”

The base is quiet until Miko lets out a cheer of excitement and throws her arms around Y/n’s neck, thanking her for choosing the right choice, before going back over to the boys and speaking rapid fire- likely about how cool this situation was and how much fun they were going to have. 

Miko always had the ability to look at the brighter side of situations- apparently even when being taken under the supervision of giant, alien robots who call themselves Autobots. Raf, despite the little time she has spent with the young boy, Y/n can see that he is a more positive person, with a somewhat more logical spin on things. Finally, there was Jack Darby- a boy who she had seen throughout the halls of the high school and of which Y/n was able to make acquaintance with his mother- a nice woman, a little older than Y/n, who liked to drop off things like a lunch or Jack’s work uniform to the office whenever she got a moment away from the hospital; Jack was more of a mystery to the woman- only knowing he became embarrassed when his mother came to the school and that he was doing just fine in his academics. 

“Optimus, with all due respect, the humans are in as much danger here as anywhere. They have no protective shell!” The grumpier mech of the bunch brings up his own counter argument, waving his hand to refer to the four humans before continuing, “If they get underfoot, they will go… squa-iish.” 

“Hey!-”

“Then for the time being, Ratchet, we must watch where we step.” Optimus ends the argument before it can truly begin, cutting off Y/n and inadvertently telling the other bot that the humans will be staying for the foreseeable future. 

But before anyone else can get another word in edgewise, a green light begins flashing while an alarm blares throughout the compound, making the bots turn to the giant computer screens and the humans stiffen.

“What’s that?” Jack calls out over the alarm, bringing Bee’s attention back to the group, the beeps and chirps from earlier is the only response he gives.

“Proximity sensor. Someone’s up top.” Raf pipes up from behind Y/n, making her quirk an eyebrow at the fact that he can understand the yellow bot, but it is quickly overshadowed by the fact that another human is aware of the Autobot’s existence. 

“That would be Special Agent Fowler- he is our liaison to the outside world. As he tends to visit only when there are issues, it may be best if you do not meet him at this time.” Optimus turns back to the four smaller individual in the room, once he was aware of who was dropping in to visit, and at his explanation, Y/n reluctantly ushered the children to go hide around the corner of the platform, positive it would keep them out of sight, just as long as this Agent Fowler didn’t walk too far forward or do a survey of the base’s condition. As the leader of this group spoke to the agent, Y/n turned to the children and pinned them with narrowed eyes.

“While the boys are talking, I’m setting up ground rules,” Y/n whispers, her hands finding their place on her hips as she begins her little TED talk about spending time with giant robots. These children would listen to her whether they wanted to or not, “First of all, and quite possibly the most obvious- no talking about this with anyone, not your parents- host, biological, or otherwise; no one at school; work; band; clubs- nobody. Second, they are in a war- this is not an intergalactic daycare program- this is not fun, happy times-” As if on schedule, Bulkhead ripped a piece of equipment out of the electrical socket it was welded into and crushed it while speaking to Fowler, “-so treat it like the warzone that it is. Third, none of you are to go on any kind of mission. I don’t care if they need a human sized partner for some easy peasy scouting mission, if one of you are able to fit in a small area, or whatever the hell they do- they have the help of the government, so they can ask them for any help. The fourth, and hopefully the last rule, be careful and rely on me. Jack and Raf, I know you two don’t know me very well, but I promise you can come to me for anything.” She looks at Miko and grins, “You already come to me instead of your host parents- that still applies here. You kids are my responsibility and priority- if something happens at any point, you get the fuck out of danger. I don’t care what you lose- your phones, a school book- it doesn’t matter. Am I understood?”

All three of the kids nod, each murmuring some form of affirmation of hearing her.

“Great! Sounds like the agent has left, so let’s rejoin the lot of them and figure out where to go from here.” Y/n, dropping the serious- and downright intimidating- stance she held, smiles and walks around the corner not waiting for any more of a response from the three. 

“What do you mean Cliffjumper’s life signal came back online?” Arcee, who had previously been leaning against the elevated platform that leads to the elevator which Agent Fowler had left through, straightens and approaches Ratchet and his computer systems. The kids, following Arcee’s interest, had made their way up onto a railing-lined platform to get a better look at the computer themselves, leaving Y/n at the base of the main structure’s stairs. “Is that possible?”

“It shouldn’t be. It’s probably this primitive earth tech that we’re stuck with.” Ratchet slams his fist against the base of the computer, hoping it would possibly make the computer 

“If there’s any chance Cliff’s alive-” Arcee looks up to Optimus, hope for their previously thought-to-be dead comrade easily seen throughout her body.

“Ratchet, prepare the sick bay- we may need it.” The stoic bot nods to the others and they all begin to walk towards the stunted tunnel Optimus had come from earlier, leaving Y/n to wonder if there was some other sort of trap door like there had apparently been when she and the kids entered the base with Bumblebee and Arcee. Miko, as if already forgetting what she was just told, leans over the railing,

“What can we do?!” The girl was thrilled at the prospect of seeing some giant robot action, only to be brought quickly back to reality.

“Absolutely nothing! Did you not remember a single thing we just went over, young lady?!” Y/n snaps, making the girl visibly droop and glance at Optimus, hoping for another reaction.

“Miss Y/n is correct, you will stay here- with Ratchet.” His words ring with finality, making both Miko and Ratchet give a whine and groan respectively, and before anyone knows it, a portal appears composed of all sorts of shades of blues and greens. It would have been gorgeous, if it’s appearance wasn’t so sudden and startling. “Autobots, roll out!”

And just as fast as it appeared, almost as soon as the autobots disappeared into it, so did the swirling mass.

“What just happened?!” It was now Jack’s turn to nearly fall over the railing, leaning as far out as he could- as if he didn’t believe his eyes. To be fair, Y/n herself was still trying to believe hers. 

“I transported them to the designated coordinates via the groundbridge.” Ratchet explained nonchalantly, as if whatever he just said was common knowledge. 

“Oh, yes, because that explains everything.” Y/n grumbles to herself, tired of all the new information she’s been receiving today. She already had to deal with one attitudinal robot after dealing with attitudinal children and coworkers all day, she was not going to listen to another one for whatever condescending and blatantly bothered comments he may throw at her and the kids’ way.

As he gives the kids a rundown of the “groundbridge”, Y/n half listens as she looks around the base, trying to get some stable understanding of where she is; with everything changing and new information being thrown at her every five minutes, the need for something to be relatively unchanging was almost necessary, unless Y/n wanted to pass out from information overload.

The base itself is older- it had to have been abandoned by the government far before the Autobots arrived. And upon further inspection, there are three tunnels, not two. There’s the tunnel they arrived through, the stunted tunnel that holds the technology for the groundbridge, and then there’s the third tunnel that Y/n could only assume went further throughout the silo’s infrastructure. Walking towards the new area, she begins to wonder about the bots’ living quarters. 

I wonder if they have their own rooms here. I can’t imagine them all spending every second of every day with each other- they’d go mad. I wonder if their suites would be suited to their vehicle forms… like a kind of habitat. Pfft they could call it a habsuite. Though, that sounds as if I’m likening them to animals so perhaps not. Having a short giggle to herself at the random word, Y/n’s thoughts are abruptly cut off by Optimus’ voice coming through the computer system ordering Ratchet to open the bridge-thing. Heading back over towards the ambulatory mech and the kids, she notices a lack of a new body among them.

“Cliffjumper?” Ratchet inquires, bringing everyone’s heads to hang, confirming the worst news- he was gone. The air is solemn, the loss of anyone- mechanized or organic- is always a hard blow to be dealt to one’s psyche, and Y/n’s heart goes out to them for the loss of their friend. 

“What was that explosion?! Was there a fight?! Can I come with, next time?!” Miko once again taking her place at the railing, misses the que that now is not the time to be asking about their next adventure. Y/n knew the girl was just excited, but she was coming across as insensitive.

“Miko-”

“Hey hey, Miko, let’s go see what the bots hide in their sock drawers.” Thankfully, Jack had a better grasp on the situation and led Miko away so that what happened could be discussed, despite her aired grievances.

Optimus approached Arcee gently, it being obvious that she was the most shaken up over what had happened on the other side of that portal, “Arcee, what did you see?”

The bot in question wrapped her arms around herself. Any trace of the spunky bot who Y/n met earlier that day was gone, leaving behind a shaken, hurt woman who was still in shock after seeing her friend gone.

“Not Cliff. At least, not anymore. He was mutated. Butchered. Like… something from those con experiments during the war.” And before anyone could catch her, her knees hit the ground and her arms caught one of the cases to keep herself up. Bee whirred in what could easily be understood as concern for his friend, but she waved him off, “I’m fine… just dizzy.” 

Ratchet, the obvious medic of the group, immediately begins running diagnostics and scans, finding what Y/n could only see a glimpse of some kind of purple goo.

“Cliff was covered in this stuff- leaking it.” Upon hearing this, Ratchet scrapes some off of her and tells her to take a decontamination bath at once. She nods and accepts Bee’s help to the makeshift shower. 

“Optimus?” Jack calls the attention of the giant mech who leans down slightly and waves his phone a little, “I hate to bug but no bars?”

Not having even thought about the time, Y/n looks down at her own and startles at the time blinking back at her- 10:32. While it might not be a big deal for her, she can only imagine the panic the kids’ parents might be going through. Miko might have the excuse of going over certain study materials with Y/n, but the two boys had nothing to protect them from their parents’ wrath. 

“I didn’t even think of curfew!” Y/n yelps. “Miko, I don’t normally encourage you to lie to your parents, but this is kind of a special case. Just let them know I was helping you with some of your studies and wanted to speak with you about possible extracurriculars. I’m sorry, boys, but I don’t know if I can help you come up with any excuses as to why you’ll be getting home so late. I suppose you can partially blame me, Jack. Your mother has my number, so she might call me, and I can cover for you.”

“Earth customs… I hadn’t considered.” Optimus hums stands upright. “The issue of your safety remains. Bulkhead, accompany Miko home and maintain covert surveillance in vehicle form.”

“Curbside duty, got it.” He nods in response to his orders.

“Bumblebee, watch over Raf. And Ratchet-”

The mech doesn’t even turn around, “Busy!”

“Arcee, you’ll accompany Jack.”

After a moment’s pause, she brings a hand to her forehead and heaves a sigh, “Oh, still dizzy.”

“You’re fine, says your physician.” Ratchet deadpans, foiling Arcee’s attempt to get out of babysitting, leading her to hunch her shoulders and groan.

“And I will join you to your home, Ms. Y/n.”

“Oh! Um alright.” A sort of awkward smile is shot up at him and with everyone’s positions set, the humans get situated in their guardians and they all ‘roll out’.

*       *       *        *       *       *

The drive back to Y/n’s home was quiet. Staring out into the desert seemed to be the only option she could come to; today was… something. One second she’s hearing yet another rambling session from Mrs. Albert and now, she’s riding home in a sentient semi-truck that can transform into a metal man from outer space. A metal man who seems to have the worlds on his shoulders and on top of it all, he’s lost another soldier- another friend just hours ago. There is nothing Y/n could possibly say to begin expressing how sorry she is for his loss and for adding to his already-present, heavy workload. Not that she had the time- even though she could have sworn she had just been looking at the wide expanse of the desert, Optimus was rolling up to the front of her house. 

After a moment of neither of them speaking, a sound that would normally be the noise of a semi stopping rings out, and the air coming from his vents could easily be understood as a kind of exhale in attempt to gain Y/n’s attention, “Ms. Y/n, we have arrived.”

“Just Y/n is fine. Unless you’d like me to start calling you Mr. Optimus or Mr. Prime.” The woman snorts and the seats vibrate slightly as a low chuckle runs through Optimus’ alt-mode.

“Understood.”

“...I-... I’m sorry. About your friend, I mean.” Fiddling with the ends of her right-hand sleeve and noticing it had started to bunch up at some point in the day, she pulls it as far down as possible. 

“Cliff Jumper was a brave soldier and good friend. I will see him and our other lost friends when I eventually rejoin the Allspark.”

“The Allspark?”

“A well of power and energon from which all life on Cybertron came from and will return to- until all are one…” There’s a wistfullness to the mech’s voice, as if there are more meanings to the what he’s just said, ones in which he yearns for. Jolting himself out of whatever thoughts were whipping around in his head, Optimus continues, “...but that is a story for another day. For now, you must recharge. I will see early tomorrow morning, Y/n.”

The door to Y/n’s right pops open, and she hops out- albeit a tad awkwardly- and looks back at the semi, “Thank you, Optimus. For promising me to keep us, but most importantly the children, safe. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Stepping into her house and into her bedroom, she didn’t even get the chance to change out of her work clothes. Looking at the bed, she decided it would just be best to just pass out and deal with anything that needed to be done in the morning. Before long, her eyes were fluttering shut and sleep finally had her within its grasp. That is until one particular realization hit her like a ton of bricks.

Her car was still parked in the school’s parking lot.

What a day.

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Adrift With You - A Frankie Morales Series - Chapter 2

Summary: Heading away on a work re-location, Frankie embarks on a flight, but unbeknownst to him, his life is about to change forever. For starters, he will need to fight for it; harder than he's ever fought for anything else before.

Marooned on an isolated island in the middle of the ocean, still recovering from an addiction, his chances of survival are bleak; but he’s not alone on the island, and soon he’s running towards a different kind of life - a life with fellow survivor, Jude, fighting right beside him every step of the way.

And if they can both survive the island together, they can survive anything, right?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x OFC Jude

Chapter word count: 3.7k

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☝🏻See Series Masterlist for full smut warnings & triggers in this story. Chapters that contain smut or triggers will be highlighted in the chapter notes below. 👇🏻

Chapter notes: Frankie takes an offer. Jude is left floundering.

Enjoy! 🖤

Chapter 1

He’s exhausted and any chance of sleep seems like a farfetched pipedream.

The current is still choppy and he’s using all his strength to stay on the piece of wreckage that’s undoubtedly saving his life right now as he rides the waves that are unrelenting and battering his body. 

Franke isn’t entirely sure when nightfall had swallowed him up, or hasn’t a clue at how far into the night he actually is in terms of time. He can’t see his watch in the pitch dark. 

He lays on his back, hands gripping either side of the wreckage with them submerged into the cold water with a tight hold; the pain in his side is aching profusely and the burning sensation still makes its harsh presence known across his neck skin. 

His throat is dry and coarse and he stares up into the black, not really able to separate the horizon from the deep pit of space above him; just swallowed in a deep intense darkness that seems incredibly lonely and innately scary.

After a while, he starts to see images in the darkness when he looks inside it for so long; little dots of colour that merge and weave themselves into thoughts and memories that soon become shapes and birth a life of their own.

They begin twisting into hallucinations and nightmare images that plague his mind over and over, of an aeroplane crashing into the ocean, fire burning his skin and so much blood curdling screaming that deafens him; a vile ringing in his ears that shakes him out of any sleep he drifts into. 

He has nothing to do but to relive them all over and over to the point he’s unsure whether he’s residing in reality anymore or not. 

Freezing ocean water splashes over Frankie’s torso again and he shudders from the cold; his teeth begin that uncontrollable chatter as his arms shake through his intense grip on the debris with exhausted nerves. 

Frankie isn’t a religious man; he’s seen and done so many terrible things in his time in Delta Force to know there is a first class seat waiting for him in Hell. Will's right, the numbers never lie. 9. 28. 39. 87. 208. 674. The numbers never lie, Frankie. 9 physical scars. 28 stitches. 39 confirmed kills. 87 civilians. 208 days spent on the front line in the desert heat. 674 bullets. Yeah, Hell is definitely where he'll end up.

But at this moment, he closes his eyes tight and prays wholly that he won’t die out here alone in the frightening ocean, waiting for its moment to swallow him up whole. 

Please God; please don’t let me die like this, por favor Dios… Please.

One Month Prior...

Frankie had decided he needed to get away a few days after the break up. 

The pressure was crushing him from every angle, and he was looking for breaks in his employment schedule to take advantage of before the impulses took advantage of him. 

As he scanned down the calendar on the fuzzy computer system screen, he noticed the trembles in his fingers once more and balled them away into a fist. 

Living in a contented denial clearly didn’t serve any other purpose than causing more stress and anxiety in the long run, and those thick fingers of his twitched with temptation on the daily the more he was left to sit and dwell in those darkening thoughts. 

He knows he should have severed that festering limb of his failing relationship a long time ago, would have saved Carla and he both the heartache of playing pretend, but evidently he hadn't the resolve in him to step up to the task in a long time.

Push came to a dramatic shove when he was back in New York, in the aviation workshop down by the docks; tinkering with engine and turbine parts. His hands greased up and calloused, when his phone rang on the work bench beside him. 

Eddie’s name flashes up on the screen and Frankie knows he can’t avoid his sponsor for much longer.

“Frank. I’ve not heard from you, I’ve been worried.” Eddie's voice on the phone cuts into the steam rolling inside of Frankie’s ears as soon as he answers, preparing himself for a condescending verbal assault. “Are you doing okay, bud?”

An ex-addict himself, although heroin is his poison, Eddie is all that Frankie can only ever hope to aspire to be with regards to his sobriety. He makes it look so easy. Eleven years sober and Frankie’s measly six months already feel like a lifetime weighing him down.

A pillar in the local community, Eddie is admired and revered and has received various accolades with his gummy grin plastered in the newspaper and on the programme's website, and Frankie is always reminded how lucky he is to have Eddie supporting him at group therapy, as he nods like a zombie behind a polystyrene cup of watered down coffee that tastes like scum swilling around in the bottom of an engine.

He’d like to keep his own teeth though, whereas Eddie has gaps in his gums from the abuse of injecting on the streets for years. And Frankie knows he came close to being on the streets himself. Things took a particularly bad turn after Tom’s death and Frankie is still haunted by it nightly.

It got so bad that he blacked out. Took too much. They told him his heart had stopped. That was the first time Carla had seen him like that; up until then being able to manage the coke in secret binges to quiet the tornado of his mind.

It was also the first time he had to admit to having an actual problem.

He remembers coming round to the worried yells of Benny calling his name and slapping at his face until he was coherent, and Carla’s mascara streaked, red eyes regarding him like a frightened gazelle.

After he was discharged from the hospital, he promised her he would finally get help. Even if a part of him didn't really want to.

And yet he’s been inadvertently avoiding Eddie like the plague as of late too. His own successes marring Frankie’s inner turmoil and guilt at how his life has careened so far out of his control and into the shit-stained toilet bowl. 

He lost everything; his friends, his job, family members even turned their backs on him. He still remembers the look of disappointment on his dad's face and that hurt more than he would ever let on. He had to pull himself out from the bottom of the gutter, and some days he just wants to throw himself back in there and be done with it all.

“Yeah, man. I’ve just been busy with work. I meant to call you sooner.” His tone is all apologetic, but there’s a chattering to his teeth that’s prevalent, despite him trying to quell it. His gums ache profusely and have done for days now.

“You’ve been missed at group sessions too.”

Frankie hangs his head in subjugation, even though Eddie can’t see it. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m okay-”

“Frank.”

“I promise. I’m fine.” Frankie sighs with a heavy gruff. 

“You don’t sound fine.”

Get off my case, man. “Just tired. I’ve been posted on a few jobs back to back. Keeping me busy, you know how it is.” 

“Listen, I'm glad you’re working so much. And it’s a great job, really. You’re lucky to have gotten it, what with everything you’ve been through-” Ah. There it is. The condescension. The pity. The ‘you’re so lucky’ speech. Frankie bites down on his lip and suppresses a growl. Hijo de puta. 

“-But it would be really good to see you. Check in.”

Check up on me, more like. “Yeah.” Frankie scratches at the back of his head where the curled chocolate tufts fall out from under his cap and grow unruly at his sun-kissed nape. He should probably get a haircut soon. “I’m not sure when I can get the time off-”

“Frank. You have to make the time for your sobriety or your addiction will take more time from you. What I’d tell you, hmm?” 

“I know, I know. I'm trying…” And he is. One foot in front of the other, asshole.

“You’ve got time for a coffee with me this afternoon. I know they don’t work you so ragged that you can’t grab thirty and a cup of Joe. What do you say?”

“I, uh-”

“Morales!” His name is called, echoing down the workshop and Frankie looks up, swallowing coarsely as he notices the rotund silhouette of his superior traipsing over to him across the mottled floor. 

“Listen, I gotta go. Not supposed to take personal calls at work.” Frankie murmurs.

“Frank, wait-”

He hangs up the phone.

“Morales, you got a sec?” His senior retorts and looks over the work bench at the melee of wires and stripped metal parts. 

“Dustin.” Frankie nods curtly. “Everything alright?”

“Peachy. Listen, you know choppers don't you? I heard Malik saying you used to be in the forces or something?”

Dustin regards him through the magnification of his glasses smeared with fingerprints that seem to glow under the dull strip lights. There’s damp patches on his beige shirt spreading from the underarms, and there's always a waft of menthol emanating from the gum he ceaselessly chews on.

“Yeah,” Frankie takes his cap off and runs his hand through his grease slicked curls. “I used to uh, fly.” He shifts uneasily on his feet.

“Air Force?”

“Special Ops. D-Delta Force.” 

“Nice.” Dustin nods with raised eyebrows. "Got you one of those fancy military pensions, eh?"

“Not really.” Frankie rebuts as he glances away briefly. He wills his mind not to visit the memories. 

"What rank were you?" Dustin enquires curiously.

"Captain. Aviation."

“Hmm. Makes me think you’re the right man then.”

“For what?” Frankie asks as he turns his concentration back to Dustin.

A man shorter and more rounder at the waist than Frankie is, with his own middle age spread starting to puff out of him now that he no longer has the daily, gruelling exercise drills, but a man that also took a chance on him when his applications were rejected time and time again. One that Frankie doesn’t want to let down, but knows somewhere along the line, he probably will. It's inevitable.

This job has been a lifeline, despite the long back and forth between the New York and Florida bases, pulling him out of a heavy routine funk, where he’d had nothing else to do except plug his nose with the white stuff. Now he chugs six shots of coffee on the regular to stay awake and alert.

He knows that he owes Dustin his life in some regards. And he’s trying so hard not to let him down. He’ll always be trying, for the rest of his damn life. 

“Got a new base on contract that needs some birds fixin’ up. Couple of older models. Hawks, twin hueys. Stuff like that. Most of the guys here know shit about rotary blades.” Dustin explains. 

“Military use?”  

“Ex. They want ‘em for rescue copters now. Recycling. It’s a month long posting, maybe more work if you impress the seniors over there. Perhaps a permanent relocation. Can bump up your pay too."

“Where?” Frankie queries as he considers the appeal. 

“Madagascar.”

“Wow, really? Shit…” Frankie says, still nodding. The appeal tweaks further at something within him. 

“Yeah. All travel expenses in; you just gotta show up n’ fix the shit they can’t. You up for it?”

Frankie nods without hesitation. It’s not like he has anything keeping him here anymore now. Carla’s gone. Benny still hasn’t messaged him back. He’s convinced his dad has fully disowned him now...

“Yeah. Sounds good, actually.” 

“Well alright. I’ll book you a flight. You’ll go next Wednesday on probation for a month. That work for you?” 

Frankie nods so much that his neck now aches. “Works for me.”

“Good. I’ll sort your visa paperwork. Nice one, Morales. Or should I say, Captain.” He salutes with a weak two fingers as he turns on his scuffed heels.

“Thanks, Dustin.” Frankie grimaces.

Dustin waves behind him as he carries on back up the workshop leaving Frankie to mull over the horror of a burgeoning packing list.

“I’m glad you agreed to meet me. I’ve missed you.”

“Have you?” Jude asks tentatively, yet her arms are still folded across her chest like they were from the moment she'd entered this wretched place.

She hadn’t taken her coat off; she knew she wouldn’t be staying long.

“Yeah, course, babe. I ordered you a hot chocolate; extra cream. I know you like those.” Nate says with a buoyant grin. 

“I also like not being cheated on.” Jude mutters and looks down at the hot chocolate with despair. Some of the cream has already melted and slid down the side of the mug leaving the foamy remains from its sad little death. 

I don’t think I like hot chocolate anymore...

“I came here to explain. It’s not how you think it is-” Nate begins like he always does. Pulling out and smoothing down that well-rehearsed script.

“Really? How is it that your dick ended up inside her then? Did you trip and fall?” Jude remarks a little too loudly.

It stirs a quizzical look from a couple drinking from their coffees adjacent to them both. But she doesn't care. He’s embarrassed as he leans forward and hushes at her to keep her voice down. 

She picks up her mug and slurps at the mess that does nothing to quell the anger or thirst. It’s already cold and it irks her even more.

“Why do we even come here? This place can never serve up hot, hot chocolate!” She exclaims, tossing the mug down clumsily on the table and slouching back in the chair in defiance. “I mean the clue is in the fucking name - hot chocolate, right?”

Technically it’s her own fault, dithering around outside, and deciding whether to actually come in or not, when he’d already got the two mugs on the table at that point. She’d watched Nate through the window for a while from across the sidewalk wondering why on earth she was giving him the chance to explain his inherent disloyalty.

He fiddled with his phone incessantly as he waited for her.

She observed him keep picking it up and checking the screen. He was a fiddler when he was anxious; one of those people who can’t bear a few moments without human interaction whilst she goes to the restroom, or gets another drink without him, and so resorts to hiding himself away in the virtual world in the palm of his hand for distraction from his lonesome visibility. 

She resented it now, whereas at first it was endearing. He had a lot of endearing traits in the beginning. Now she wondered if it was the other woman he was tapping out a message to on the keypad, or the harem of other women that hung around him like a bad smell, whilst he was waiting for her to arrive and meet him to just talk, he had said.

Which was code for berating her unremittingly until she folds like a deck of cards and she comes back home again. 

Jude knows she’s a chump for agreeing to it. But he had hounded her so much it was always easy to give in and to type out okay fine! To get a moment’s peace from the barrage of false apologies filling up her inboxes.

It was so unfair of him to do this; to ask her to come to what was once fondly known as their place. She’d never be able to come in here again, although that wasn’t exactly a big loss considering they couldn’t serve her up a scalding fucking hot chocolate on a nippy spring day, right?

“I don’t want to hear what you’ve got to say, Nate. What you did is unforgivable and I’m not interested in hearing your lies anymore.” Jude says bitterly and not looking at him. She couldn’t look at him. If she did, he’d dig his claws in all over again.

“I never meant to hurt you, babe.” Nate says with his fingers clamped around his own mug. Lie.

“Yes you did,” she swallows. “If you didn’t, you would never have fucked her, or any of the others.”

“I’m sorry.” He lies again like he’s a skilled craftsman at it; they just tumble out of his mouth with ease. His first word was probably a lie too.

Try as she might, the sordid images present themselves to her again like they have done ever since. It’s like a vile replay that won’t relent, a bit like clicking onto a harmless website on your work computer and explicit porn ads flash up and won’t close down no matter how many times you click the exit button, whilst your colleagues behind you think you’re a sordid kinkster into hardcore anal.

And she lives in that moment over and over again and has done for the past few days since it happened.

And now she’s here; sitting in this café opposite him and allowing him to spoon feed her more lies and excuses as her cheeks fill with the toxic mush. 

And she swallows them all down, gorging herself on them until she vomits and shits out his words all over herself again and again, and she’s not sure why she’s allowing him to do it; she isn't sure of anything anymore.

Nate’s voice rouses Jude’s attention back to him and out of that continual fuzzing loop. “I’m sorry.” He reaches for her hand on the table and she snaps it back, fearing that if he touches her that will be it - she’ll be hooked again.

The stark reality of the conversation - or rather the words he had just fired lazily at her - starts to sink in and it’s somewhat a hard feat to comprehend. For a moment, it stops everything in its tracks as though the world has stopped rotating around the sun on its axis, and people are frozen on pause midway through drinking their coffees or taking a step forward towards the cash register.

“You’ll always be sorry, Nate.” Jude pushes the hot chocolate away from her and back towards him. “But it doesn’t mean a fucking thing.” 

He’s become a stranger in front of her very eyes. Gone was the hand holding and laughter to be replaced by indifferent scowls and thoughts of imminent murder.

She stands up quickly, knocking the table slightly. The last of the cream that’s holding onto dear life on the rim of the mug slides down it like the fluffy remains of a dying snowman.

“Please-” Nate stands up with her and reaches for her hand once more, but she snatches it out of the way and shoves it into her pocket. 

Why is he fighting for this when he clearly doesn’t give a shit? 

“No Nate. We’re done. It’s over; for good this time.” Jude reaffirms and something inside her gives her a proud high-five. 

She pulls her scarf tighter around her throat. Perhaps if she strangles herself with it, it would feel better. 

“But I love you!” He protests and it cracks her open like it always does. 

He said he loved you, Jude. 

He even said it after the unfaithful act; probably more than he had ever done so before he was caught with his pants down.

Does she love him though, really love him? Was he the man that she wanted to wake up with every morning and go to bed with every night, for what, the rest of her life? Because that’s a long, long time. She has to be sure, right?

Jude’s head becomes swamped full of all the good memories, right back from the beginning as though she’s flicking through an old photo book of their time together. And, of course, it's utter agony.

She’d imagined what Nate would be like as a full time, fully committed boyfriend when she’d first met him through a mutual friend during a rare night out. Oh yeah, she’d considered the fantasy of it; walking down the street hand in hand with him and curling up on the couch after a long day, him rubbing her feet until she would be woozy with the relaxation of it all.

She’d played out the dating scenario in her mind over and over again, to the point where it was on the cusp of escaping her mouth and firing the omission at him that she really did like him and his cute butt, but the fear of rejection prevented her from ever saying it out loud. That and the fact his bad boy reputation preceded him.

She worked away a lot, a successful, yet hard slog of a career as a landscape photographer for a popular tourism company, and with freelance work topping up her bank balance on the side, Jude was never home much as a consequence to seeing the world through a lens.

But Nate asked her questions about her travels with a twinkle in his eye and he couldn’t possibly like her like that, no way. He was never preferential to her, laughing with the other women in their group of mutual chums and flirting openly with anyone with a pulse, including her. It was just his niche, a personality trait that meant no harm.

He was slightly older, needed a robust woman and she was just a silly thing; drowning herself in gloom filled thoughts about how he could ever desire her like that. She was a nomad, her, her camera and backpack with no real roots. What could she offer him beyond that? 

Coupled with the pieces of his personality that irked her and would crop up and shove themselves in her face; it made her double think that actually she was probably better off staying single.

Like the way he would drench his hotdog in layers of mustard on Labour Day and it would be dripping down his chin and in his teeth when he spoke to her through sloppy mouthfuls. Watching mangled pieces of chewed meat churning around his mouth like they were tumbling in a dryer wasn’t exactly an attractive trait in a man. 

The way that he would bite all the skin off of his bottom lip until it bled when driving and then spit it out, so tiny, minute pieces of his body, alongside dust and umpteen Dr Pepper cans would be found in the foot well of his messy Camry. Jude hated that whenever she would get in it, she had to fight with a suffocating onslaught of burger wrappers and empty coffee cups in order to get a seat. 

That’s not to say he was all bad; Nate’s unapologetically good looking with a smile that starts in his sky blue eyes and breaks out fully on his face, lighting it up like the giant Christmas tree outside the Rockefeller Center every year, and she likes that she always manages bring it out of him with her quips and stupid jokes, even when he’s tired and grumpy.

He’s generous, sometimes too generous, with his friends and with her alike, and he loves his dog Casper unconditionally, and talks to him like he can understand the dog’s growls, and yaps back at him like Doctor-friggin’- Doolittle before he lets the pup make out with him after licking his butt.

But fear of the unknown and trepidation about breaking away from the usual, the expected and the comfortable status quo that was her life, was somewhat harder to do than envision. Plus throw in the innate fear of rejection and she has an emotional Molotov cocktail ready for self-destructive disaster. 

But then he changed it. Nate came in and messed it all up and asked her to be his girlfriend, asked her to move in to his fashionable loft on the Upper East Side; asked her to marry him. It was a cruel, callous joke because not long after that Jude caught him cheating for the first time - that she knew about anyway.

Fool me once, shame on you. 

He blamed it on alcohol; one to many yadder, yadder. She meant nothing, babe honestly. Just a stupid mistake - I love you.

Those three, little, well executed words were enough to have Jude come scarpering back to him. And for a while things were rosy again. Until the next time it happened. 

Fool me twice, shame on me.

And the time after that. And the time after that...

“Don’t call me again.” Jude warns him with a disgusted side glance as Nate shrinks back into his seat. 

She marches out of the café and makes her way back out into the street towards her beat up car, unable to feel the cold air of the Big Apple nipping at her skin - unable to feel anything really, but sheer, drowning panic. 

Now what?

To be continued...

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Kouji + Reader (Sister) Headcannons

A/N: This is a familial relationship between you and Kouji. Don't be weird about it lol.

Kouji can be a mean brother who teases his sister a lot, but he tries not to overdo it

He's recognized as the genius kid of the family, and he would point that out to you as if that were obvious. But, he also tries not to do it often and he doesn't want you to feel insecure about it since he still cares about you.

Kouji is super protective over you, especially whenever you use his computer at home

One day, you were curious, wondering why he’s always so addicted to using his PC (computer in the day, computer at night) so you decide to snoop through his computer when you got home from school before him

While passing through his login on his computer, you look through his desktop on his computer and you find normal files relating to school, gaming applications, and… a spreadsheet document that’s titled “Money Log”, which you don’t find too suspicious. (He’s just a teen who wants to properly organize his money. How is that suspicious? 🤔)

Nothing seems to catch your eye, so you decided to look deeper by going through his history of accessed documents, files, and software installations

You noticed a software installation called “VPN” and a folder that says “Private” on there. But, his private folder was locked and it was under password authorization

While you were still trying to figure out his password, Kouji would catch you right when he came home from school and ask you what you were doing on his computer with a stern face, trying to hide his nervousness. However, when you cut him off and asked about how you so happened to find a “Private” folder on his PC, he immediately admitted that it was p*rn for you to shut up about it. (Is he really telling the truth though? You can't tell.)

Obviously, Kouji can also be secretive towards his sister, but also wary of what he does online and at home whenever you decide to crash and hang out in his room

The both of you would often play PC games together like horror games like "Welcome to the Game" (totally up his alley), Minecraft, Roblox, Valorant, etc. He usually does the game controls for you, while you sit there with him and watch him do all of the work. But, if you ask him if he can take control of the gameplay, he lets you but he teases you by saying, "You suck at this." which then leads to a never-ending banter between you two.

However, you don't just play PC games together, but also multi-player mobile games like Genshin Impact (he doesn't want to admit to you that this is his favorite game), Among Us (yes on mobile), and Stardew Valley.

Whenever you guys are bored together, you'd go on weird websites like Omegle or Chatroulette. Often times, he'd try and hack the other person on the other side of the screen ("just for fun" he says) and you had to scold him and try to convince him not to do it for the sake of the poor person on the other side. Most of the time, he just ignores you and just does it anyway. He justifies his own actions as some sort of necessary justice by pointing out, "See? These people are sick, just look at them! Nasty old geezers..."

You noticed how he's a Discord addict who's a part of a bunch of servers online with various aliases. He's a Discord mod for many servers, whether those servers serve as a purpose for gaming and hacking communities. But most of the servers he's on, he mostly hacks into them to troll people online through phishing links and sends random files in group chats that are actually malicious.

You have a strong feeling that he occupies his time doing something more than just trolling online users and playing video games. Since he's so good at hacking and online security, you have to admit that your brother is a technical genius. If that's the case, then you would assume that his hacking capabilities might exceed more than just surface web level. Even if that possibility might lean towards him exploring the Dark Web. (He's your brother. Of course, he would.)

Sometimes whenever he would take a break from using his computer all day doing God knows what, he would join you on the couch and watch a horror movie or a game show

While watching that movie/game show, he would criticize the show or movie by saying, “They are so dumb. I mean, why can’t they just run?” or “Why can’t they get such a simple question right? Are they stupid?” And your only answer for him is: “They just aren’t as smart as you, Kouji.” and your responses always boosts his ego, even if your replies were a bit sarcastic

While watching TV together, he would often eat candies or sweets and he would share them with you

In the living room whenever you two are free from homework or just so happened to be bored, you'd challenge him to play Super Smash Bros. on the Switch. And every single time, he'd mostly beat you in every single round by using his favorite character to fight: Ness (Of course he would use him. I call this canon.)

While playing Super Smash Bros, he would call you out for choosing weird characters to fight like Isabelle, the Villager from Animal Crossing, the Pirahna Plant, and even the Wii Fit Trainer (YES, THE FUCKING WII FIT TRAINER.), and he would call all of them weak. "What the hell? Out of all of the characters you chose, you decided to fight as them? No wonder you died so quickly." His insults didn't stop you from challenging him for rematches.

Whenever you ask him to help you on your homework, he would begrudgingly help you. (Basically, you’re the only person who he would help without blackmailing or without charging you with anything in return for his service.)

Kouji would eat the treats you bake, whether that be cookies, cakes, and other desserts. Especially, the strawberry cakes that you'd make and you would share it with him.

Whenever you mention a boy or a male friend, he would seem very nonchalant about it and dismiss the subject. But you wouldn’t know that he would do research on the poor boy, social engineer to hack into that boy’s accounts (financial accounts or not), and commit cyberattacks on him (viruses, DDoS attacks, phishing, etc.)

Whenever the both of you end up in an argument, you apologize a few days later by sneaking into his room and place sweets on his desk with a bottle/can of grape soda in front of his computer with a little note that usually says small messages like, "Truce? :)" or "I'll give you this peace offering if you let me off the hook." and he would usually accept the gifts and reluctantly eat them.

You would dye his hair purple for him, whenever he asks you to do it and recolor his hair once in a while.

As siblings, you'd do each other a solid at home with the typical "you owe me" exchange. This is your own little way of showing how much you care and look after each other.

You're aware that Kouji has a job, since you caught him one day with a check in his hand that had a bunch of 0's for its amount. You asked him, "Where'd you get that from?" and he would simply say, "My job."

You were a bit shocked to hear that he has a job so your conversation with him ended up being sarcastic and blunt. This is how it went:

"What job?"

"The job that I work for."

"No shit. I meant, where do you work at?"

"Some company."

"Some company? Bullshit. And they'd actually hire someone as young as you? You're barely 16."

"And? The other people that they've interviewed before me were all a bunch of idiots in the first place."

"Huh... I guess that makes sense."

Finally, you two left it at that and decided to never tell your parents about it. After all, what are siblings for anyways?

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[yanderes-galore]

Can you do Mike afton with your prompts 57, 53, and 10? Also can it be romantic?

Sure! I'll see what I can do :) Been a bit since I've done this AU. This is a new take on it.

@okchijt helped me with this so this is mostly their take while I filled in the plot they gave me. Requester wanted FLS AU.

Yandere! FLS! Michael Afton Concept

What is the FLS AU?

Yandere! FLS AU! Michael Afton Prompts 57, 53, and 10

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up?"

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Breaking and entering, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Forced relationship implied.

The phone rings on and on as you type away at your keyboard. On screen is an email soon to be sent to your boss, Henry. You were nearly at a breakthrough on an important case.

Incriminating evidence filled the email. Many documents and notes were attached all about two people behind a long list of murders. The case of The Aftons was very important to your employer.

Your job was to play detective. You were meant to work for them at their Pizzeria, collect evidence, then leave. That was it... that was the job.

Then one of them, the son, got attached.

You had a feeling he caught on to you. Even now as you type away and prepare to send Henry your evidence your phone rings. You knew it was him, the voice mails were endless.

You hadn't bothered to listen to them. Instead you focused on your email by putting on the final touches. Then your mouse drifted to the send button...

Only for the power to cut.

You go silent, eyes blown wide and looking at the computer in shock. There wasn't any storms. Did you flip something by accident?

"I left you a few voice mails, why didn't you pick up? Are you ignoring me?"

The voice echoes from close by and you feel the hair on your skin shoot up. You spin your chair around and search the darkness for answers. Unfortunately... your questions are answered.

Michael stands in the doorway of the room. His posture is confident and he stares at you like you're his newest prey. You can only stare as he blocks your exit.

"Don't you know how much I've done for you?" Michael sighs. "I've been protecting you from my father as I already know your plans. I could've just killed you... but now I like you too much for that."

The man in front of you does a fake pout while leaning in the doorway. The fact he knew everything made your heart drop to your stomach. He's more clever than you thought.

"I've already sacrificed so much by allowing these games to play out. However, this still means I have to prevent you from exposing the family business, y'know?" Michael sighs, playing with your emotions to satiate the sadism within him.

"You're a monster for doing all of this!" You yell at the man. You can see Michael feign shock and surprise before chuckling.

"I've given myself all to you! Yet you call me a monster!" Michael accuses in a playful manner before turning serious. "I could've just killed you, but I'm nice enough to protect you and let you live!"

You quickly stand up to keep distance as Michael walks forward. Despite the situation you manage to keep yourself calm. It's in the line of work, after all. Yet you still find yourself shaking when he gets close to you.

"I've been so patient with you. I think things should go my way for once, shouldn't they?" Michael hums towards you. You try to run around him but he catches you with ease. It's funny to him... did you not think he was an experienced killer?

You feel your chest hit the desk hard as your arms are held behind your back. The resulting impact causes the computer to crash onto the ground, the email and evidence now long destroyed. Panic sets in as struggle and fight against the killer behind you.

Said killer only appears excited by your fate.

"I think it's time you rest, dear. Isn't it getting late?" Michael coos, raising the knife in his hand. You suddenly feel a blunt object smack into your head before your vision darkens.

"You're stuck with me, like it or not." Michael whispers with a giggle before your vision fails you.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #fnaf father like son au #yandere fls michael afton #yandere michael afton

[lovekz]

eyes don't lie

syn -> part 2 of ‘what does he have that I don’t?’

warnings : mention of tits, angst ( a little bit ) to comfort, reader wants to be a cosmetologist, rindou studies astrobiology, breakups,

-

the next time rindou sees you, is two years later at one of his parties he held at his shared house with ran.

after your talk, he’d gotten over you within at least 3 months.

now all he had to do was keep living and leaving you where you were at with your boyfriend.

at his parties, he was always the dj, and ran was always mingling (or asleep with someone in his lap, whichever works).

so rindou was upstairs at the balcony where the dj set was, one headphone over his ear.

it’s about 1 am right now, and he’s been up here for a few hours.

he’d leave the stand, but he isn’t sure where hanma ran off to with that girl that brought him a drink.

not like he cared, he didn’t feel like mingling tonight.

he just knows the celebration is for izana learning how to drive (he crashed shinichiro’s one too many times).

so he’ll let izana have all the talk the about him.

rindou feels eyes on him, but he shrugs it off. someone probably has a request or something.

he just hopes no drunk guy tries to propose at the party again.

“does the dj need a drink?” he hears a teasing voice beside him, making him look over.

you were smiling at him, holding a red cup with your phone in hand.

rindou pulls the headphones down to sit around his neck, leaning back into his seat at the sight of you.

of course you were here, you were the girlfriend of izana’s brother.

why wouldn’t you two come along?

“nah, I’m okay.” rindou rejects politely, waving you off and looking back at the laptop.

he expects you to leave with embarrassment, but you don’t and it's so like to you stay.

you take a seat next to the set and take a sip from the red cup.

rindou doesn’t mind, he can use the company after hanma ditched him for some blond with 'great tits' (hanma's words, not his).

“how’ve you been?” you ask him, tilting your head up to look at him.

rindou shrugs, glancing down at you and then back at the DJ board.

“been alright. still studying to be a cosmetologist?" rindou asks, clicking around to change the song.

you nod, almost forgetting that rindou knew almost everything anyone could possibly know about you.

"you still studying astrobiology?" you question right back, tilting your head.

rindou nods, tapping his phone screen to check the time. it's only been five minutes since you came up here.

it was nights like these where you two would sit together and he would play music.

and although you two have talked about damn near everything, you would find something to talk with him about.

through the crowd, rindou catches mikey staring up at him from the far end of the couch.

he'd been watching him for a while now, and rindou thinks he understands why.

"you should probably go. he's looking for you." rindou states, before completely tuning you out.

however, he doesn't miss the hurt look that you present as you make your way downstairs.

suddenly, the music feels like it would be better if it were to be louder.

-

the night after the party was over, rindou was in his room typing away at his computer.

the assignment he was working on wasn't due for another six days, but he wanted to get a little headstart.

he wasn't sure if ran would make him take that road trip to izana's new place with him in a couple days.

rindou was typing so hard on his computer, that he almost missed his phone buzzing repeatedly.

if it weren't for it falling into his lap from its inconsistent buzzing, he would've ignored it.

but your name was read across his screen about a dozen or so times.

missed calls, text messages, voicemails, and facetime calls.

rindou immediately scrunches up his nose in confusion, unsure of why you were desperately trying to get his attention.

he calls back immediately, squinting into the camera.

you answer, and you're outside. walking it seems to be. it makes rindou sit up because of the time on his phone.

what the hell were you doing walking by yourself at 2:20 in the morning?

"hello?" rindou greets gruffly, voice coming out a bit deeper after not speaking for a while.

not to mention those five minute naps he's been offering himself.

a sniffle gains his attention, making him stand up from his desk and almost knock everything off of it looking for his keys.

"are you okay?" rindou asks, putting on his shoes and grabbing his hoodie as he looks at your background.

you won't show your face, but by the sound of your sniffles, you had been crying for a while.

"did i wake you?" you ask, voice cracking multiple times just to get those four words out.

rindou kisses his teeth almost immediately once you dodge his question, growing irritated.

but he knows you're already upset, so he doesn't push you any further than you would want.

"no, i was working on something. where are you?" rindou asks, walking downstairs.

and just by hearing him ask that, you knew he was coming to get you off the streets so late.

"mariana ave and sapin street." you state into the microphone, and rindou is immediately in his garage.

he flicks the button to open the door, and he hopes it doesn't wake his older brother up.

rindou is painfully aware that ran's room is directly above the garage, so he feels when the door is opening and closing on the floor.

though he's a bit confident ran can sleep through a hurricane and earthquake combined.

rindou gets in his car and immediately speeds down his neighborhood to get to you before anyone else does.

-

when the two of you make it back to his house, rindou understands that you might want a shower.

so he offers up his bathroom and a few of his clothes while he heats up his chinese food from earlier, and the food ran had gave him.

he didn't get to ask what happened yet, only because he didn't want to make you hysterical.

the waiting game is a game that rindou has played for years, so he doesn't see a problem now.

once the microwave cuts off, he's stuffing another bowl into it and pressing the number two.

footsteps gain his attention, making him turn around to look at you.

you had on a pair of his psd boxers (just so they'd fit like shorts) and his shirt, your thigh wrapped in gauze.

when the microwave cuts off again, rindou grabs the food and begins plating it for you.

it's probably best if you tell him on your own.

the two of you walk upstairs to his room once he grabs water for the both of you, and sit on his bed.

his essay is still open on his laptop, some of the words jumbled together and not making sense.

but you understand that it was just a draft.

the two of you eat in silence as rindou looks through his disney plus to figure out what he wanted to watch.

he knows a kid movie would be enough to bring your spirits up even a little bit, and that's because he knows you.

and rindou is right.

halfway through moana, you begin to speak.

"he broke up with me." you state mindlessly, pushing noodles into your mouth.

rindou looks at you from the corner of his eyes, before taking a sip of his water.

he desperately wants to say 'oh really?' or maybe even laugh at the fact that you were in his bed now, but he doesn't.

self restraint, rindou reminds himself, twisting the cap on his bottle.

lucky for him, you continue without his feedback.

"didn't know where else to go, so i called you. said he doesn't think i love him." you explained to him.

so you were at his house before you were wandering the streets.

that was probably a good two miles away, which makes rindou's heart ache just a bit.

"is it because of yesterday?" rindou finally asks, leaning back against his headboard as he watches the movie.

your silence gives him all answers he could possibly need from you.

rindou suspects that he's felt like this for a bit of a while, but doesn't let you know that.

last night probably took the cake when you sat next to him and not your boyfriend.

and then rindou thinks about the words izana said to cheer him up after you two had that talk.

'10 years from now, she's gonna have five kids and be miserable.'

minus the dramatic amount of time after that day and the five kids, you were miserable.

and it hadn't been that long since you two were togehter.

self restraint, rindou reminds himself again.

"did you love him though?" rindou asks, finishing off his water bottle with a satisfied sigh.

you nod almost immediately, drinking from your own water bottle.

"i did, but he was the one that grew distant." you told rindou, shrugging to yourself.

rindou knew you desperately wanted to say that line you always say when things happen.

'we made it work.'

but he knows the truth behind those false appeasing words.

you were just holding onto whatever strings you had left of the poor relationship.

"well good riddance." rindou replies, finally letting you know that he wasn't really that fond of mikey.

even though everyone and their great grandmothers probably knew that already.

but it makes you laugh for the first time tonight.

you cover your mouth as your pupils disappear behind the lids, your nose scrunching up in the prettiest of ways.

it reminds rindou why he had a crush on you two years ago.

everything about you was pretty and you radiated such positive energy all the time.

"what happened here?" rindou asks, softly touching the gauze that was wrapped around your thigh with his index finger.

you look down at his hand and hum, pointing your fork to the gauze as you chew your food.

"it's a burn. was eating em's soup when he broke up with me, and i dropped the bowl." you explain to him, rubbing the gauze.

and rindou feels a bit at ease, knowing it wasn't because of a tattoo mistake or because he hurt you.

it was a simple mistake, be it out of shock, anger, or fear.

as long as mikey didn't put his hands on you, everything is fine.

"well. you can stay here until you can get back on your feet. i don't mind, and i'm sure ran doesn't either." rindou informs.

and your eyes shine with adoration when those words leave rindou's mouth.

after everything that went down, rindou still had the upmost respect for you and would always help you.

rindou can see the gratefulness in them, and hope to see happiness in them one day again.

even if it means you still never have feelings for him.

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[mechformers]

Ma Miles - Ch. 3

Bold letters are spoken in English by the Reader to Quaritch.

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“Colonel,” Wainfleet shouted as he all but crashed through the door to Spider’s cell, the door not opening quickly enough. Resting his long arms on his knees, he raised an eyebrow at the younger man, waiting patiently. 

“General Ardmore wants you at the gate ASAP,” The Corporal delivers hastily while trying to find his balance from his hasty entrance. 

“And what does the General want?” He couldn’t help the boredom from entering his voice as he drawled, feeling how his tail swished with annoyance behind him. 

“Um… There’s a blue bird by the gates. Says she needs to see you,”

His ears stood upward immediately, his swishing tail freezing as his eyes grew bigger. Now that got his attention alright, but he must have heard it wrong. The only chick he could think of was Mrs. Sully. Maybe she had finally come to her senses. Getting up from the table he was sitting on, Quaritch looked down at Spider, noting how the young boy was listening intently. He probably missed his… whatever Mrs. Sully was to him. Smirking to himself, he knew that they could be used against each other. 

Following Wainfleet out of the cell, he wasn’t at all surprised when the rest of his unit followed them as they walked through the corridors. The humans were whispering to themselves, watching their small computer screens, probably looking at the live feed from the security cameras. 

Taking Spider had been an impulse reaction, one he didn’t know he was doing before he suddenly found himself running in the direction where the boy fell from the tree instead of shooting after Mrs. Sully. When Ardmore had ordered him back to the pick-up point, he’d hoisted Spider over his shoulders and jogged back with his unit in tow. He hadn’t thought twice about taking the struggling boy with him, the decision almost instinctual. But that would be bullshit. He wasn’t the boy’s father. Hell, they weren’t even the same species. 

He had let his thoughts wander that night as he watched the young boy’s rage from behind the one-way mirror to his cell. He’s sipping on a cup of coffee, fighting the grimace that’s trying to spread itself across his face at the taste, when he realizes that the boy must be in his teens by now. Growling at the memory, Quaritch downs the small cup in his hands, losing the battle against the grimace as the hairs on the back of his neck rises. What was once his life elixir, now tasted like muddy swamp water. Hell, this fucking Na’vi body wouldn’t even let him have his scorching java in peace anymore. Huffing to himself, the changes were too many, coming way too fast. It made him grumpier than he could remember being when he was alive. Well, human anyway. 

“Colonel,” General Ardmore greets as he approaches. 

“General,” Saluting the general, Quaritch folds his hands behind his back, the stance a second nature to him. 

“I was called down here when a Na’vi female came up to the gates,” The General starts, taking a sip from her coffee before her already thin lips make a straight line across her face. “The female showed up alone, asking for you by name.” 

“She came alone?” Quaritch asks, unable to hide the surprise from his voice. 

“Colonel, I’m only going to ask you this once; do you know this female?” The General asks, going straight to the question she wants answered. Normally he liked that about her. 

“I don’t even know who’s out there, General,” He smirks, resting his hands on his hips as he looks expectantly at her. 

The General isn’t at all amused by his charm, but she still turns around to show him a live feed from the other side of the gate where in fact a woman stands patiently waiting for him. He has no idea who she is, having never seen her before in this or his other life. At least he’s fairly certain of that. He can’t help the sneer that crosses his lips as he realizes that it’s not Mrs. Sully, however. 

“Well?” General Ardmore presses, probably reacting to his sneer. 

“I’ve got no idea who that woman is, General,” Quaritch drawls lazily, his tail swishing with annoyance behind him. “Was hoping it would be Mrs. Sully out there.”

“She knows you by name, so she must want something from you.”

“Well let’s find out what she wants,” He starts, dismissing himself in the General’s presence.  

Signaling for the gates to open, he’s not surprised when Wainfleet and the others follow a few steps behind him. Walking slowly Quaritch assesses the situation, noting how the otherwise lively woodland beyond the Kill Zone is eerily quiet. The young woman’s ears perk up, her tail freezing to a quick stop as she notices him. Smirking, Quaritch feels his chest puffing out with pride over himself.

“Colonel, this could be a trap,” Z-Dog presses, hissing low so as to not be heard. 

“I’m well aware of that,” Quaritch drawls lazily, his tail moving behind him in a staccato rhythm. 

His confidence seems to be all his unit needs, however, as they fall back in line. The walk isn’t as far as it looked on the small screen. In less than three minutes they come to a stop a generous distance from the Na’vi woman. Noting how the small thing clenches her teeth, he smirks to himself before morphing it into a gentle-like smile. 

“It seems you have requested my presence, sweetheart,” He drawls, turning on his irresistible charm. “To whom may I have the honor?”

“Quit your clowning, demon,” The woman sneers at him, hissing dangerously as her tail flicks furiously back and forth behind her. 

The silence is deafening before his unit explodes into hysterical laughter behind him. Quaritch doesn’t really understand what just happened, doesn’t understand how this savage wouldn’t respond to his charm, even going as far as insulting him unnecessarily. 

“Now listen here, sweetcheeks - ” He starts, trying to reason with her, but the woman hisses louder this time, patience certainly not a virtue of hers.

“Stop this chat-chit at once. Take me to your room,” She demands, holding her arms out to show that she carries no weapons. 

His unit whistles and cat-calls behind him, snickering loudly as they comment on how easily she folded to his charm after all. Hissing to them, Quaritch’s tail whips angrily behind him. He doesn’t understand what this woman wants. At least not until the woman rolls her eyes at him and crosses her wrists in front of her. 

“Lyle,” Quaritch grounds out behind his clenched teeth, embarrassment riding high on his cheeks. “Throw her in beside the other one,”

Turning his back on the woman, he walks briskly back to the gate, satisfaction spreading out over his chest when he hears the woman hiss as his Corporal cuffs her. Turning his head, however, he’s annoyed to see the woman walking nicely between his unit, her head held high and her shoulders squared as they follow him. Grounding his teeth together, he marches straight past the General with an excuse of hastily interrogating the woman. His mood doesn’t turn for the better before they get close to the cells. The woman had walked nicely between his unit up until then. 

He doesn’t see what triggers her reaction, nor that of Spiders, but all of a sudden they’re both screaming through the glass doors, clawing at it while trying to push their fingers through the small holes. They’re talking too rapidly for him to catch what they’re saying, but Quaritch immediately recognizes Spider’s name on the woman’s lips. She holds her position by the door remarkably well as he watches his unit try to restrain her without much luck. Shaking his head at the scene, he steps forward, ducking when she furiously swipes at him, hissing angrily. It puts him in the position he needs to be to shove her over his shoulder, however. Turning to stare at Spider, he walks past the door, ignoring the teen screaming after him. 

Pressing the door open, he doesn’t let go of the woman before the door hisses closed again. It’s a difficult task as she flails and claws at him, her sharp nails scratching his back in multiple places. Grinding his teeth at the pain, he none too gently hoists her back over his shoulder, smirking in vengeful satisfaction when he hears the hard thud of her skull hitting the wall. The woman doesn’t stay down for long. In less than a minute, she’s up on her feet rushing to the door, pulling and pushing on the holes in hope of there being a weakness she could exploit. Chuckling as he sits down on the table in the room to watch her, he crosses his arms over his chest. 

“Quit your hollering, mama,” Quaritch drawls, watching as the woman’s head snaps to look back at him. 

How had the thought not crossed his mind? The only thing he had of value to a lonely Na’vi woman was her adopted son in the other room. He should have known the moment he heard there was a Na’vi woman at their gate, should have known when he saw her on that little screen standing there patiently waiting alone. He should have known when she demanded to be taken prisoner without making any fuss. All the answers were there if he had only bothered to look for the questions. Chiding his slow mind, Quaritch finally held his hands up in surrender. 

“This is what we’re gonna do, mama,” He starts, putting on his thickest drawl, noting how the name makes her growl dangerously at him. “You’re gonna sit your pretty little blue ass down before I make you,”

Surprisingly enough, the woman crosses her legs and sits down with her back to the glass doors. Crossing her own arms over her chest, she looks expectantly up at him, challenging him to continue. There’s a new sense of defiance in her that makes his blood boil, that makes his stomach turn with excitement. 

“Alright. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it now?” He delights in the way his patronizing anger her. Her ears are pulled back so far that if he didn’t know better, he could easily mistake them as missing. 

“You act like child,” She hisses at him, showing her teeth in disgust. “Showing no respect. Knowing not how to,”

Looking at her, he noticed how her ears kept turning toward Spider’s cell, even though her eyes never left his body. He could work with this. Like he got Spider to play ball, he could make this lil’ mama play too. 

“I have a proposition for you, darling. I can let you be reunited with your son again if you help me out a little,” He drawls, knowing he has her when her ears perk up, trained on him instead of on her son. 

“What you need helped?” The woman asks, her English remarkably well despite the odd sentences here and there. 

“What do you need help with,” Quaritch offers with a gentle smile, holding it when she hisses angrily at him. 

“What do you need help with?” She parrots perfectly back at him, making him unable to stop the smile from spreading to a grin across his face. 

“I’m glad you asked, sweetness. See, we got this little problem where my unit and I need someone to teach us the Na’vi way. Now, your son has been mighty helpful, mind you, but he’s just a kid. A war zone is no place for a child.” The moment he uttered those words, he knew he had her as her ears flattened back against her head again, her body almost curling in on herself as she hugged her knees in deep thought. 

“The potential danger he could be in, danger we wouldn’t always manage to keep him safe from. As his father,” Quaritch paused for dramatic effect, “I wouldn’t feel comfortable putting him in such a position.” 

What he thought would be an easy conquest after his initial threat towards her kid, didn’t turn out so well as the second he finished talking, he had a lap full of the furious blue woman. Her surprisingly strong hands wrapped around his throat at her powerful thighs locked behind his back, efficiently pinning his arms down against his sides. For a long moment, he was frozen on the table, feeling the air in his lungs burn as it dwindled out. Only when black spots started dancing across his vision did he manage to move. 

Getting up to his feet, he rammed into the nearest wall as hard as he could. It didn’t so much as make her twitch. Again and again, he rammed into the wall until his knees buckled, taking the both of them to the floor in one heavy, ungraceful swoop. He can hear how the weight of his body presses air through her lungs, but just as his eyes are closing, her grip on his throat disappears and he’s thrown to his back on the floor, arms raised above his head. 

“Breathe, Colonel,” Lyle’s voice calls to him desperately. “Deep breaths - there you go,”

Gulping lungs full of much-needed air, Quaritch scoots back to the nearest wall, gripping his tender throat as he shows his teeth to the crazy woman. She’s restrained by Z-Dog, Mansk, and Prager on the other side of the room, her wrists still bound. She’s hissing something in the Na’vi language, eyes ablaze with fury and it’s all directed at him. 

“You are not his father, demon,” The woman growls furiously as she fights her captors,  bucking wildly as she tries to dislodge them. “I will see you dead long before that happens,”

Getting to his feet, he growls back at her before he leaves, hearing both her fury and Spider’s desperate shouts as he disappears down the corridor. Running his fingers over the growing marks on his neck, Quaritch heads to the gym. The antsy energy coursing through his body needs to beat it and he knows no better way to release steam than to work his body to the point of exhaustion. It had worked while he was a human, it would work now. 

“How are you feeling, Colonel?” Lyle asked, poking his head into the gym, giving him space if he needed it. 

Quaritch didn’t know how much time had passed since he walked away from the cells, didn’t know how long he’d pumped iron. All he knew was that his muscles screamed and his clothes were drenched with sweat. 

“Thirsty,” He snaps back at his Corporal, watching as the younger man grins and chuckles before producing a bottle of electrolyte water. 

“Thanks,” He’s not above thanking his men when they provide him with something he needed but never asked for. “Anyone hurt?”

“Nah. Got her a shot of the good stuff and she went down like a redwood,” Lyle chuckles, his grin almost endearing as he stares at him. “The kid is another case though. Bloodied his knuckles pretty bad,”

“What for?”

“Just before you left, he started screaming for his mother. I think he might have heard your quarrel. Kid didn’t calm down, even when we went in to restrain him. In the end, the only thing that calmed him down was throwing him in with his mother. He even let the quacks have a look at his knuckles afterward,” 

“You put him in with his mother?” Quaritch hisses, his tail trashing wildly behind him. 

“It was the only thing that calmed him,” Lyle pushes, ears flat against his head. “You told us that he wasn’t to be hurt.”

“As in; you’re not allowed to kick him, you dipshit,” He growled annoyed, pinching the bridge of his nose before remembering that his nose wasn’t what it used to be. 

Annoyed, Quaritch gets up, walking towards Lyle, watching as his Corporal almost sinks into the floor. Taking a deep breath, he tries to calm himself. It didn’t matter if the teen was with his mother or not. Maybe he would behave for once, and maybe by being reunited with her son, the woman would act less like a savage lioness protecting her cub. Rubbing the back of his neck, Quaritch walked to his quarters, throwing his wet clothes in the corner before stepping into the shower, letting the water fall over his tired muscles. Everything hurt, leaving no room for rest, not that he usually got any with the responsibilities he still carried. 

Moving through the process of the day, he wrote his reports, briefed the General, set up tomorrow’s schedule, ate supper in the cafeteria, and cleaned his weapons. The routine is the most soothing thing in the world for him. There were no surprises like this, just the well-oiled mechanics of duties, duties he could do blind, the motions long since engraved into his muscle memory. As night fell over Bridgehead, Quaritch found himself drifting towards the cells once more. 

Stepping into the corridor, a soft voice drifted into the still air. Soundlessly walking up to the sound, he stops just before the glass doors, listening as Spider’s mother sings. Entranced, he stands there for a long while, listening to her voice. She’s on the third repeat when he gently sits down outside of their cell, resting his back on the cool metal walls, he takes out the datapad, punching in the directions before the live feed from the cell behind his back plays before his eyes. 

Spider is curled up in his mother’s arms, his form impossibly small as he sleeps soundly against her body. Her arms, still bound, are wrapped around his small body, holding him close as he gently rocks him. Even from this distance, Quaritch can see the kid’s bruised knuckles where he holds onto his mother’s braid. A part of him feels embarrassed for watching this private scene between mother and child, but another part, a deeper, baser one, longs to keep watching. He’s tired, he aches and his throat still throbs, so he gives in to the deeper instinct, looking down at the datapad as he listens to her voice. 

Zola'u nìprrte', ma Miles. Pähem parul, atanti ngal molunge, Ngati oel munge soaiane. Lie si oe atanur, Lawnol a mì te'lan. Lawnol a mì te'lan.

Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe Tonìri tìreyä, Ngaru irayo seiyi ayoe Srrìri tìreyä, Ma Eywa, ma Eywa.

Before he falls asleep, he wonders what the song is about. He recognizes Spider’s name in what he thinks is the beginning of the repeated song, but he’s not sure. He makes a note to ask Spider come morning, or hell, maybe even his batshit crazy mother could be civil long enough for them to actually have a normal conversation. It’s not as if threatening her worked so well. A new tactic needed to be made, but that was for the morning. Before a new repeat could begin, Quaritch is long gone, his datapad displaying the touching scene behind his back. He never notices the sharp yellow eyes that followed him, nor the way the owner stood guard the entire night.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Song lyrics translation: Welcome, Miles. A miracle arrives, you brought light. I bring you to the family, I experience the light. A great joy within my heart. A great joy within my heart. We thank you, For the nights of our life. We thank you, For the days of our life. Oh Eywa, oh Eywa.

Chapter 2 | Masterpost | Chapter 4

#miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #colonel miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #na'vi miles quaritch #avatar quaritch #avatar the way of water #Mech writes #Ma Miles

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Hello, How Are You?

Synopsis: You’re just an ordinary someone who lives alone and likes to play Genshin Impact, nothing more, nothing less. One day you’re drawn towards a mysterious light, and find out the game is more real than you thought.

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Warnings: Allusions to depression and anxiety, rain, mentions of crying, fear, panic

~ * ~ It’s raining again today. Not that you really mind- it’s peaceful, in a way, getting to stay inside where it’s quiet and warm, all while listening to the soft pitter-patter of droplets upon the roof. Something about it just soothes your heart; a welcome relief from the anxious torrents your nerves normally have to endure. When the rain comes, the world shrinks to just you, your house, and the almost annoyingly comfortable blanket you adore. Oh, and your favorite game, of course. Genshin Impact isn’t exactly unknown these days, and you’d been one of many to delve into the game and become an avid player. There’s nothing better than immersing yourself in the story and characters of the game and ignoring all the troubles and tribulations of life, the tension from one long day after another easing away as you slide into your seat and press the power button on your device. The screen flickers to life, dotted with notifications from nowhere and everywhere- family, work, other games. The greetings from friends are your favorite, making you smile even on the darkest of days. Quickly you reply before clicking on Genshin’s icon, drumming your nails on the desk as the shining door on the home screen opens and you watch the seven elemental sigils turn from light to dark. Finally the Geo symbol loads and you’re launched into the game, appearing exactly where you left off- outside the Golden House. A small grin spreads across your face as you enter the domain, the one weekly boss you never, ever forget to fight, not for materials, but to see him. When Childe appears you hide a laugh behind your hand and greet him kindly- it’s a habit you’ve formed out of sheer joy of seeing your favorite character. “Hello, how are you?” You prop your head in your hands, listening to his usual spiel about opportunities and surrender and promising to be gentle. You sigh at that last part, knowing you won’t be able to promise the same for him if you wanted to reach your favorite phase. The battle isn’t difficult- just the opposite, in fact, with how far you’ve progressed in the story- but you still love it all the same, the anticipation of seeing your favorite part- the best part- quickly growing as you whittle away his health through phases one and two, taking your time to admire his movements and voicelines before you strike the final blow and the cutscene plays. You lean back in your chair, intently watching the clip with shining eyes as Childe turns his back to the Traveler and transforms, landing on the ground as Foul Legacy, and you have to hold yourself back from letting out a dreamy sigh upon seeing your favorite character in his absolute best form. You watch as he calls to the Devouring Deep and slams his spear down, sending the Traveler and Paimon tumbling down into the lower arena, your thousandth time seeing it. But no matter how many times you get to witness his Foul Legacy form, it still takes your breath away, and you eagerly poise your fingers over your keyboard as the fight draws near. Your Traveler falls heavily onto the floor, rising to turn and watch Childe slowly descend to the arena. He reaches the floor, a gust of wind flinging pieces of the broken ceiling away and into the corners of the Golden House, you lean forwards expectantly and- The game crashes, pixels freezing and jolting unnaturally before shutting down with a small blip, your computer background staring back at you. The lights flicker and hastily you shut off your machine, suddenly acutely aware of how the wind howls outside and the rain beats against your window. A frown pulls at your lips, and you let out a melancholic sigh, staring vaguely outside in a halfhearted attempt to combat the return of your rather dreary mood. Foul Legacy was supposed to lift your spirits- at least for a little bit, enough to get you on your feet and complete a few tasks you’ve been putting off- but even that you’re unable to do properly, and you slump, hiding your face in your arms. Something flickers beyond the windowpane, bright enough to flash past your closed eyes and you start in surprise, squinting blearily outside. It’s pitch black, darkness falling quickly during winter, but you can still see the outlines of the windblown trees and woods beyond your house as something shining like a star dances between them. You stare, entranced, and the light flares once before dying to a low, faint glow. It’s steady but dim, and with your eyes still trained on the peculiar light you pick up your coat from a nearby table, slipping it on like a robot learning how to be human before darting downstairs. With a fling of the door and a hood over your head you run out into the night, snagged by an urgent, burning curiosity, or perhaps a desire for some distraction in your life, as you venture towards the odd glow like a moth drawn to a flame. Despite the cover of trees overhead, you’re still drenched after about five minutes of walking, face and hands smeared with dirt from pushing aside branches and leaves. Just then a particularly vengeful twig smacks you in the face, and you groan as you fling it aside, rubbing the bridge of your nose. You’re really beginning to regret coming out here, shooting a glare towards the faint light that lured you out of the comfort of your home and into the pouring rain, and despite the temptation of turning back, you press onwards out of spite. You seem to be over halfway there anyways, might as well keep going. It’s only a few more minutes before you’re nearly at the source of the mysterious light, and the irritation hanging around your head like a dark cloud dissipates, replaced by intrigue and nervous excitement as you jog closer, stumbling over stray roots that you can’t see. At last the light is at your feet, bringing a hand up to shield your eyes although it only glows dimly, and through the rain you can just barely make out the shape of a figure collapsed on the ground. The figure has horns, and one step closer sends you reeling back, eyes wide in shock and disbelief because the faint light you’ve been following surrounds a creature over twice your height, with a crimson mask and dark armor and cape-like wings dotted with tiny stars. It’s Childe, Foul Legacy, and your breath catches in your throat from panic as you hastily step back. You blink several times, sure you’re simply hallucinating, but Foul Legacy remains, looking real as ever, and instinctively you back away towards your distant house. You’re dreaming. You must be dreaming, because this can’t be real- Childe isn’t real. He’s from a game, and you’re vividly dreaming, that’s the only answer, because this is impossible. Then Childe’s eye opens and you freeze in your tracks. It’s the same color as his human form- deep, ocean blue- but it shines like a crystal, pearlescent surface seemingly filled with tears. Or perhaps it’s just the rain- you’re not sure if Foul Legacy can even cry in the first place. Childe looks dazedly around before his gaze lands on you, and you stiffen, every nerve in your body screaming to turn and run, game character or not. But Childe simply reaches towards you, claws twitching from cold and fear, and whimpers, your heart breaking at the sound. He whines pleadingly when you refuse to approach, desperately trying to grasp you before falling back in a dead faint, the faint glow fading further. You stand still as stone, the annoyance of having rain soaked into your hair and clothes gone, hands squeezing the edge of your coat in a vice grip as you stare at the unconscious Foul Legacy. Quietly you walk over and kneel beside him, mind going a mile a minute. Thickly you swallow, blinking away the tears that sprang at the corners of your eyes when you heard the pain and terror in his voice, and you roughly scrub at your cheeks. This is so dangerous- How stupid can you be, anyone smart would go home and pretend they never saw anything. But you can’t just leave him here, and as you glance back down at Childe your teeth begin gnawing at your tongue. Curse you and your soft, silly heart. Childe’s lighter than you expect, even in Foul Legacy, and with hands unsure of themselves you’re able to lift him onto your back and begin the trek home, raindrops slipping between the trees and filling your muddy footprints to guide you home. Hurriedly you run to your room to retrieve blankets, almost slipping on the wet floor in your haste to return and toss them over Childe’s form. You can hear him breathing, see the slow rise and fall of his chest, and in relief you slide to sit on the ground, idly squeezing water out of your sopping shirt. Your phone dings from its place on the table and you squint at the message from your friend, something about Childe’s boss fight glitching and people not being able to fight more than a few seconds before it crashes. Foul Legacy shivers in his sleep, and you look from the message to him, hesitantly extending your hand and brushing your fingers against his face. It feels so real- hard and tough like bone, and suddenly Childe lets out a sweet, coo-like noise and leans into your touch. You snatch your hand away, and he whimpers pitifully at the loss of your warmth and presence as you start pacing around the room, glancing nervously at your “guest” every now and then. With a shaky exhale you stride to the kitchen to fetch water and calm your nerves, the growing pit in your stomach slowly eating away at your wellbeing. Childe lets out a yawn when you return, eye cracking open and looking blearily around the room, and almost immediately you press yourself against the wall, glass of water almost shattering from how tightly you hold it. His eye widens when he sees you, a chirp slipping from his maw as he stumbles from the couch and falls to the floor with a yelp, too weak to support himself, and your apprehension vanishes as you rush to support him. With gentle reassurance you help him back onto the couch and perch yourself next to him, sitting stiffly on the edge of the cushions as Childe watches you piercingly. Suddenly he leans forward and bumps his forehead against your shoulder, trilling and crooning softly and moving to wrap you in his arms. Your hands spring up to shield yourself and find themselves buried in damp but fluffy hair, Childe tilting his head as if trying to nudge your hands into certain positions. When you tentatively scratch behind his horn you swear Childe melts, and his purrs fill the room. You’re confused- so, so confused at how Childe acts like he’s known you all his life, acts like you’ve been friends forever, acts like he adores you, when he should be nothing more than a handful of pixels on your computer, and you frown. Foul Legacy whines at your conflicted expression, pressing his cheek against yours insistently to bring back your smile, even just barely. For a few moments you indulge and allow yourself to stroke his soft fur, listening to his delighted clicks and trills and watching him snuggle himself happily into your lap before you sigh for the umpteenth time that night. “I should find somewhere for you…” Childe lets out a screech, shooting up from his place on your legs and whimpering, almost crying at your words, and you hastily wave your hands. “It’s not that I don’t want you here! It’s just…” You trail off, gaze lingering at your hands, downcast. You can’t bring yourself to say the words that go through your head- Why would he want to stay here? You can’t even take care of yourself. He deserves somewhere better, somewhere more comfortable, someone more put together and actually able to help him find a way back to wherever he needs to go. Someone other than you. Talons gently cup your cheek, thumbs gently swiping over your skin as Childe croons. His rumbles calm your racing heart, so it’s not twisting painfully in your chest, and he gives your face a small lick, chittering happily when it draws a faint smile from you. He bunches up the blankets on the couch, Abyssal instinct telling him to make somewhere soft and safe, and with you in his arms Childe burrows into the newly crafted nest with a purr. Don’t you understand? It’s always been you, ever since you first set foot in his domain and gave him a chance to wake up, to live. You’re what fills his heart with warmth, fighting day after day in his gilded, golden cage, until he could finally break free and see you. Sometimes, on the days he could see you were sad, he wanted nothing more than to sweep you into a hug and simply hold you, tell you everything would be alright, but he was merely a puppet to the program. But now he’s free, and there’s so much lost time to be made up for. He can help around the house- help keep you safe, keep you company! Anything you want him to do, just please, please let him stay here, where you are. But truly, you never wanted him to leave, and you feel your eyes grow damp with relief. Childe feels you exhale, more relaxed than you’ve ever been, and your hands trail up to find purchase in his hair once again, massaging gently. His fur grows even fluffier, if that’s even possible, wings shivering from the force and volume of his purrs as he chases your hands to nuzzle his face into, like a very affectionate cat. He slumps over onto your stomach, crooning drowsily at the warmth before craning his head to look you in the eye, your face heating up at how much love he stares at you with as he mumbles in low, growling tones that haven’t been used since he clawed his way out from a gash in the earth. “Hello… how are you?”

#genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy x reader #sfw #genshin sfw #genshin hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #genshin comfort #comfort #tartagalia x reader #hehe this has been in my brain for a while #just..... you not being confident that you can help childe who's literally from another world #but childe just wants you because you're the one who comforted him while he fought day after day in the golden house #you being afraid that he'll leave or will get tired of you but childe just absolutely adoring you #having a comfort character come to life and loving you as much as you love them even though you're a mess..... yeah <33 #wifi writes #digital au #genshin fic

[afandommultiverse]

Paper Pusher with CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

♱ Warnings: absolutely none, just some fluff lol, I guess my manic writing is a warning itself Idk

♱ A/n: please enjoy my own personal brain rot, I wrote this at 2 almost 3am and HAVE NOT EDITED IT but I wanted to post it so bad 🥰 I’m not saying it’s good but it’s indulgent 🫶

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Paper work was easy, honestly, you preferred it over all the other things you had to do to get to this position. Sure, the boot camps were fun and were great for making friends in later stages. At the end of the day, you weren’t made for the field work and could barely cover your own ass, let alone any of your teammates. It was quick and easy to find a position on task 141 to help oversee and complete any paperwork for the team. This included many things, from researching for future missions and people, keeping up with any new possible sources or tips while the team was away, asking for permissions of sorts from higher ups, completing summaries for each soldier after missions etc etc. You had a lot to do, but like you said, it was all easy and totally worth it.

“Our little paper pusher, how are you doing hm? Miss us while we were away?” The sound of Soap's voice breached the silence in the office, before steps flooded the room. Soon, you had a group of men huddled around your desk, all looking down at you expectantly. You only looked up and smiled, before looking back to the computer to finish your last sentence of an email, before turning back to them.

“Definitely didn’t miss you that much. I like working in silence, thank you.”

“Sure little bird, that's why we could see you looking at us while landing from your window.” Ghost spoke slyly, and glimpsed in his eyes, telling you that he knew something you didn’t.

“Oh alright, you got me. I was waiting to see if there was still a chance you guys would crash before landing.” You quipped, stood up, and stepped over to the printer, where you picked up several forms and turned back around to face them.

“You know the drill boys, fill ‘em out and get them back to me, here in this office, by midnight.” Groans filled the room, but nonetheless, they each took their stacks of paperwork and even grabbed some pens from the cup sitting on your desk. They filed one by one, closing the door again on their way out. When they were gone, you turned and walked into your storage room connecting to your office, and began rifling for an agreement form you had hidden away somewhere. The original was with Price, but since he wasn’t with the guys when they gamed in, you figured he was busy and didn't want to bother him when you could likely find the paper yourself - well, at least after you got some of these boxes out of the way.

You started from the top, wanting to take things easy, and reduce the chances of any of the boxes toppling on top of you. You searched alphabetically, following first, middle and last words you could have used to code the document or even any acronyms, but still had to find it. After fifteen minutes, you were about ready to five up, but that's when you saw it, balancing on a wobbly shelf with 3 around it blocking it in. In all honesty, it was a wonder you had even seen it, but now that you know where it is, the determination from earlier flooded your system and you began planning your accent.

The footstool was too short, but it was thick enough to hold one of the strong containers, filled with books, and from there you could step on that to reach the boxes. The first box came down easily, a loud smack sounding throughout the room as you threw it down to the floor as gently as possible from your elevation. The second one was a little harder, having to push on to the tops of your feet a bit more, your heel ever so slightly coming off the box underneath you. You felt a slight wobble from the shelf, which in turn made you wobble, but after a quick second you were sturdy again. The second smack was a little less loud, landing on top of the other box a bit more softly from the shorter distance.

When you reach the third box, you step to the tip of your toes, the step stool wobbling under your uneven weight as you balance on top of it, but also balancing against the shelf that keeps threatening to tip back against your weight, pushing the box further from the tips of your fingers. You failed your hands to catch the edges of it, pushing it towards yourself, but the movement made minimal progress. You stepped on one foot, slowly going back to what you were doing, concentrating so hard you didn’t hear your office door open and shut again.

“Need some help with that?” The voice startled you, ripping in half the concentration and balance you tried so hard to maintain in two. It was like dominoes, the shelf pushing back against your surprised weight and falling against the wall at an awkward angle. Unable to control your momentum, you fell forward with it - the tips of your feet pushing the box under you off the stool quickly. Just as you realized you were indeed falling, two arms wrapped around your waist from underneath you. As your brain caught up with the situation, your hands gripping on the shelf so tight from the fear of upcoming pain, however there was none. The strong arms wrapped around your waist and butt to stop you from falling much further, literally holding you up. Finally, the head of someone just underneath your chin staring up at you bewildered, but as he recognized you were okay, you recognized who HE was.

“P-Price?” Your whole body felt warm, looking down at him shocked. He too mirrored your expression, but it soon turned into a cheeky smile and mischievous glint in his eye.

“Just fallin’ all over me now, are you, L/n?” You turned your head away in embarrassment, to which he chuckled before he moved. He set your feet on top of the step stool again, this time with no shifty box of books on top. When you were stable enough, you stood on the stool yourself, already missing the warm arms around you. But when you unlatched yourself from the shelf, you balanced yourself on his shoulders, liking the feeling of the taunt muscles underneath.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking at you for any injury to which there was none, fortunately because of his quick savior. You felt like you could breathe again, stepping back on the stool and looking at him in all his returning from mission glory.

“Yes, thank you so much, Price.” You felt your sweat cool from the anxious event, stepping down from step still and standing on solid ground again.

“What were you looking for anyway? Want me to grab it?” He offered, turning to look at the shelf to where you were picking through, seeing the final box, and grabbed the stool for himself. Before you knew it, he was handing you the box to look through, and thankfully you found exactly what you needed. He followed you out of the side room, setting the box on your desk, and you turned off the light and shut the door, almost hesitating to turn back around to the man whose whole presence filled your office.

“You should be more careful, or ask for help next time. We can’t have our little paper pusher out on the comp now.” You snorted, turning to face him with a smile, he always had something to say. You walked over your desk, setting down to sit and riffle through the stacks of forms for the next three or so hours.

“You’d only miss me because you’d have three times as much work to do if it weren’t for me, Captain, don’t kid yourself.” He laughed, heading even tilting back a little. You loved to make him laugh, it was one of your favorite things to do, because if you could make him laugh, you got a heart with that wonderfully velvety voice that almost sang to you.

“You only half right, I’ll give you that.” He settled down in the chair in front of me, laying back like he planned to stay longer. He took his hat off, scratching his head, before placing it back on top in its place.

“Oh? What’s this other half hm? Let me guess, my winning personality?” That sarcasm was basically dripping, but he wasn’t phased, smiling at you before saying,

“If it were up to me, I’d say you were a mind reader, Y/n.” You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you tried to get some work done, but you could not keep your eyes off the man in front of you. He looked tired, but he was happy and tired. The mission had been a success, with zero casualties, and benefited greatly from it, with new assets and even some information worth zeroing in on. Something you would no doubt have to fit in your schedule somehow, but nonetheless it was better than the alternative.

“Don’t you want to go get washed up? Go relax with a cigar or something?” You asked after a half-hour of debriefing and catching up. He had taken off his hat completely, hair messy and flat. His eyes were barely staying open as it is, but he kept chatting, offering to help with anything and everything, not wanting to stay a minute longer as he had asked you earlier when you had come in. When you told him 5am, he almost couldn't believe it, as your job started at 8am, but apparently you wanted a head start on the day. In truth, you couldn’t sleep that night, you could never sleep well enough on the night that they were supposed to come back, almost expecting something wrong to happen, and never being able to see them again, never being able to see Price again.

“I’m relaxing here.” He spoke so plainly. Like he hadn’t been up for the last 64 hours. John Price needed rest.

“I thought you would say that, that’s why I sent Ghost a little email.” As if right on que, Ghost knocked on and opened the door. Walking in and up the Captain.

“Heard yer botherin’ the nice lady.” He joked, nudging John's shoulder while looking back at me shocked.

“You're kicking me out? After I saved you?” You stood and rounded the desk, coming to rest on it in front of him.

“You need to rest John, as much as you want to keep working, you can’t. So get some rest and see me in the morning to talk about your summary papers for this mission.” John groaned as he stood, but shot you a smile before following Ghost out. Truthfully, John didn’t need Ghost to leave, he would have left if you asked the right way.

But you knew deep down you wouldn’t have asked him to leave.

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[lovelyiida]

I’m srry if ur not comfy with writing for mha girls but I’ve been wondering if u can find time to write jirou headcannons? Tysm if u do!

OMG IM SO COMFY WITH WRITING ABOUT THE MHA GIRLS DW!! I've actually been waiting for someone to ask me to write about the mha girls for a minute so thank you for your service lol. I also have a Mina fic otw, but that's another conversation for another day ;)

JIRO KYOUKA HEADCANNONS WOULD INCLUDE:

when the both of you first met, you guys instantly clicked.

it was the first day of class, you had so many thought running through your head at that moment:

were you good enough to become a pro-hero?

did you really deserve to be here?

will you actually make it?

is this even your calling?

sitting at your desk your hands were occupied with a fistful of your uniform. you look down at your legs, lips quivering and eyes watering, you were so nervous.

"hey? are you alright?" you heard a soft voice say. your head rises, snapping out of your nervous thoughts you try and show a smile.

"um yeah! I'm just so nervous." you look away in embarrassment, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. looking back you take in the unknown female's looks.

her dark eyes look into yours deeply, her short dark purple hair laying perfectly around her face. you notice her give you a deadpanned look.

"you're obviously not alright⏤here, we can listen to music together before the bell," she says, she lets out a shy smile as she removes a singular headphone from her ear and extends it out for you to grab.

a little dazed by the confident proposal, you nod and give her a slight bow. placing the single headphone in, you patiently wait for the girl to play her music.

when she presses play, your eyes light up.

"you know this band?" you beamed, the girl's eyes widened as well at your sudden burst of energy. "hell yeah! they're like the hottest thing out on the underground scene! I just went to one of their concerts!" she says back, a light blush on her face forms as she chuckles in excitement.

"what's your name?" you asked.

"Jiro Kyouka! and you?" she says, you tell her your name and the both of you formally greet each other with a bow.

after that day, both of you were hip-to-hip.

it didn't matter where either of you was, because you were always together.

and everyone knew that.

"hey, have you seen L/n? I need help with my combat skills," Mina says.

"y'know they're with Jiro," Bakugo says.

the both of you always went out places or hung out at each other's dorms and listened to music.

you loved it when Jiro would send links to her favorite music, and she'd love it when you'd do the same.

sometimes if the both of you were bored, you guys would make stupid songs on garage band, ultimately leaving the room with stomach cramps with how hard you laughed at Jiro's fried auto-tuned vocals.

there's one time when the both of you were getting tickets to see your favorite popular band, hovered over the computer in the lunchroom waiting for the ticket sale to drop. eyes wide open, staring into the blue LED screen, feeling that if you looked away for one second you'd lose all your chances.

you had all the devices possible, computers, tablets, and phones, the both of you were completely silent clicking any button possible to buy the tickets.

"I got them!" Jiro screamed loudly, the both of you crashed into each other's arms and started to scream like wild banshees. there were a couple of odd stares from people in the lunchroom, but that didn't matter.

and when you guys finally went to the concert, you guys screamed even louder. yelling out the lyrics like your life depended on it, hands entwined the whole night.

taking so many photos together that night, you had so much fun you'd never forget this moment ever.

voices hoarse and eyes tired, you had a sleepover in your room after the concert crashing in the bed...you fell asleep so quick you didn't even notice that you guys cuddled the whole night.

everyone seeing the life drained out of you and Jiro as they first hand witnessed the effects of post-concert depression.

sometimes there would be times when the both of you just co-existed with one another.

no talking, no interaction was needed, just the feeling of each other's presence was enough.

and on days when that wasn't the case, Jiro was there for you no matter what.

if you felt down, she'd be the first person to cheer you up, singing one of the weird songs the both of you made to make you laugh

letting out a weary smile, you huff out a breath and wrap your arms around her waist and embrace her into a soft hug. "what would I do without you, Jiro?" you mumbled into her shoulder.

"I don't know...die?" she says, sarcasm oozing from her lips.

the both of you burst into laughter, she hugs you even tighter now.

"I don't know what I would do without you either, L/n..."

you knew you never felt out of place when you were with Jiro, you always felt so in tune with her. you knew her deepest secrets, she covered all your wounds and healed all your scars.

you were complete.

is it weird to giggle at your own writing, this was so cute I literally was melting into my bed the more a typed this out. I hope you liked this anon!

⏤lovelyiida<3

#mha #mha headcanons #mha imagines #mha jirou #mha jiro kyoka #bnha jiro kyoka #bnha jirou #jirou kyouka #kyoko jirou #jirou x reader #mha girls #lovelyiidarequests #lovelyiida

[or0ch1maru]

You said you'd write male reader after new years, so here I am. (Don't worry about it being bad, you'll be fine. I'm starved for make reader content)

Orochimaru x male!reader headcannons for a guy who is very stereotypically manly and big, but is a big softie in private for orochimaru. Bonus points for m!reader being a little bratty lol.

hii bby🥺 happy to see you here again🫶🏻

I’m literally about to cry. My tumblr crashed right when I finished writing this out…it didn’t save and now I have to start over😭

Anyway, let’s get to it❤️

•

•your first impression is either one or the other; extremely intimidating, or a protector

•your sheer size is enough to frighten the strongest Shinobi. If people are cowering away from how ‘intimidating’ you look, others are trying to take refuge by you

•apart from the general size of you, you come off as stoic, reserved, and all around a quiet guy. Not because you don’t like socializing, it’s just who you are. Especially when it comes to tasks, and missions

•apart from coming off private and confidential, another thing that makes you different from your fellow comrades is your love life

•there’s been many times where people will ask if you have a pretty girl waiting at home for you, and your answer has always been the same

•you flash a picture of your partner, orochimaru. A picture you snapped of them during dinner. It was your fifth date together, the one where the two of you made your relationship official. That was four years ago

•and you’ve been inseparable since

• you follow the same path you always do when returning home from a mission

•you stand in the doorway of your partners lab, watching them work for a few minutes with a kind smile on your face before approaching them

•wrapping your arms around their waist, or softly palming their hips. You rest your chin gently on their shoulder. Watching as they read, clean their tools, or type something up on the computers

•when they aren’t getting lost in their research, the two of you will be found glued at the hip

•whether it’s as you two make dinner, one adding the seasonings while the other stirs

•or on laundry day, the two of you will be found outside, enjoying the weather as you hang up your clothes and sheets on the line to air dry

•or on your off days, you’ll be nothing more than a jungle of limbs. Orochimaru massaging your muscles, while you play with their hair

•the two of you settled into the domesticated life very quickly once they moved you into their hideout, and your routine has never changed

•neither of you have or want what’s considered to be a ‘power dynamic’ in your relationship, but that sure as shit doesn’t stop you or orochimaru from acting out time to time

•like today

• “what did I say baby?” Orochimaru asks while their hand gently yet firmly holds your chin in their grip

•they watch as your eyes gloss over as you get distracted staring into their eyes. The golden pools taking in your face and body language

• “I asked you to bring me my tools, did I not?” Orochimaru continues, trying to get you to focus. “Hm” is all you manage to mutter out.

• “pay attention baby, what did I ask you to do?” They pry. “Get your tools” you reply softly, relishing in their gaze

• “good boy, now do as your told. Don’t make me have to ask you again. You know what’ll happen if I do.” They finish with a warning glance and a wink

•halfway to the cabinet where their tools are, you stop. Turning around and walking back over to where your partner sits. Returning, empty handed

• “oh, sweet boy” orochimaru coo’s at you. Eyeing you over slowly. Goosebumps rise as you feel their eyes trail up and down over your body

• “now I understand what you want” they reply, a smirk slowly forming on their face

•you watch as they raise an arm, their hand stretched out for you to take. You follow the silent direction and slip your hand in theirs

•allowing them to carefully pull you to stand in front of where they sit, their work long forgotten

(Ended up pouring myself a glass of wine after the stress of almost losing the prompt a SECOND time😭😭)

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[lily-orchard]

So let's say you had to make a continuuation of the sequel trilogy, but you weren't allowed to just make the Sith the good guys. How would you make it interesting?

Oh I'd rip out your fucking heart.

This is all hastilly scrawled at 4 in the morning. I'm sure if I had more time I could refine it into something a little less tropey.

So canonically Rey is off in the Unknown Regions looking for Jedi relics to form the basis for a new Jedi Order. So while she's out there, she'd meet a young woman (not Alie, because what I have planned is tragic and Alie deserves only good things) who is also trained in the Force. They explore a tomb together and develop a burgeoning friendship.

It's through this woman that she learns there are people and civilizations living in the Unknown Regions, that it's not just barren planets and unsettled worlds. Most of them speak new languages, have new and unique cultures, etc.

This woman Rey made friends with, Senlae, is from the Core Worlds but traveled out here for archaeological purposes and chose to remain in the Unknown Regions to be free of the Republic and the Hutts. She settled on the world closest to the galactic bubble and integrated into its people. We'll call this planet Bassut.

Rey can sense that she's Force Sensitive and Senlae seems to be aware of this.

It's during her adventures that she learns more about the people of Bassut and learns their language, and learns that the Republic, Hutts and Empire have all sent ships out into the Unknown Regions and they have all met with disaster either on or near Bassut, with seemingly none of the inhabited planets even being aware of the existence of offworlders.

While she's investigating these deaths and the wreckages, myseteriously purged of any sign of a crew or bodies, she and Senlae become even closer. Rey sees a lot of her friends back home in Senlae, and her company out in the Unknown Regions makes her feel considerably less lonely.

When Rey tries to get involved in a dispute among the people of Bassut, Senlae actually chastises her for it, saying that Rey should leave their disputes for them to solve. That Bassut isn't a place for the Jedi to intervene. Rey is taken aback by this, especially with how insistent on not meddling Senlae is. Senlae may live among the people of Bassut, but she doesn't presume to lead them just because she has Space Magic. It's a humbling lesson for Rey, who realizes she has so far been taking the implied authority of the Jedi a touch too seriously. Senlae in fact has many criticisms of the Jedi, some which Rey finds reasonable, others less so and they banter about that. This actually brings them much closer.

It's during the second film (assuming this is a trilogy) that the investigation into the crashed Republic cruisers and exploration ships is more touched upon, as well as several beacons, sensor arrays and turrets set up a few parsecs out from Bassut. Rey eventually learns that these ships didn't just crash. They were shot down, and logs from the few that still have functioning computer cores reveals they were shot down per-emptively. Rey realizes someone clearely didn't want the New Republic making a foothold in the Unknown Regions.

And Rey is starting to think she knows who, but she insists to herself that there must be more to it.

It's during the third film that Rey is forced to accept that it's Senlae who is shooting down the cruisers and setting up the ambush sites. She also discovers that Senlae is working on a much bigger project to hamper exploration and colonization of the Unknown Regions with a large net of sensors and turrets that are almost imperceptible and wouldn't be noticed by explorers. Given that many ships were said to vanish without a trace and that didn't stop exploration efforts into the region, it's effectively one big meat grinder.

When she confronts Senlae, she doesn't deny it. She explains construction on this project began after the battle against the Final Order, where two massive fleets penetrated the Unknown Regions. The danger that they pose to the people who live there is extreme, especially with historically how conquest-happy many of the galactic powers have historically been. She also reveals that she used to be a Sith, and while she hung up that moniker when she settled on Bassut she never gave up the Dark Side and used it to keep the outer galaxy from interfering here.

Rey can sympathize, but the objective fact is that Senlae's means won't deter exploration at all. It'll just kill untold amounts of people with no warning. Senlae doesn't see that as her or anyone else's problem. If they keep sending ships, it's their own fault.

Rey, appealing to their friendship, tries to reach out to Senlae and tell her it's not too late to abandon the Dark Side, and that they can find a better way. Senlae says that she trusts Rey to not be so foolish as to believe that she would agree to that. Instead she tells Rey how glad she is that she still cared about Senlae enough to ask.

Senlae will kill thousands of people in her attempt to protect Bassut from outside interference and she feels nothing about this. And yet Rey treats her in a way that no Jedi has ever treated a Darksider before. It is, if nothing else, a fine courtesy for a Jedi to offer. *

They fight. They have to. In fact, Senlae asks Rey to promise her she won't hold back. She is, at the end of it all, still Sith and will accept nothing less than an honorable fight against a Jedi at her best. She'd consider it an insult if her friend didn't grant her that at least.

In the end Rey kills her, and it's anything but triumphant. The fate of the galaxy wasn't at stake, just the fate of maybe ten thousand exploration ships and a single village. It's a small conflict, and Rey doesn't even have heroism to balm the pain this time. She just killed someone who had become a dear friend to her because she had to. She was a Jedi. She had to do this.

And it's in that moment Rey accepts one objective truth: Being a Jedi sucks sometimes. This sucks. This whole situation sucks. Why did she even come out here? If she had stayed in the bubble she could have lived in blissful ignorance. If she had just stopped investigating, she wouldn't have had to get involved.

Rey wishes she was a more selfish person, then maybe all of this wouldn't hurt so much. And she understands now why the Dark Side is often so irresistibly alluring to people.

She takes Senlae back to Bassut, where she's given a funeral. Nothing extravagent, just the same courtesy everyone who lives on Bassut is given. She grieves for her friend, asks Senlae to forgive her and asks herself if there was anything she could have done. Maybe it didn't have to come to violence. She squashes that down, if only because if she accepts she could have done something differently, she'd never be able to live with herself.

She leaves, but before she does she reconfigures Senlae's meat grinder into a series of beacons claiming to be from other exploration ships warning any vessels to stay away, that there is nothing but danger here, and nothing of value to be found. It won't be as effective as what Senlae had planned, but after all of this Rey finds she can't just leave this region of space wide open. Her friend deserved that much at least. Then she wipes the Falcon's logs of all the information she had uncovered and documented before taking off back into inhabited space.

*-Borrowed observation from Noah Gervais

[foone]

Hi I'm Foone Turing. I've been here a while but never really did an introduction post, so...

Hi. Yes, that's my name. I'm an asexual trans enby (they/them pronouns), I'm married, and I'm both older than you expect and younger than you expect, depending on what you know me from. I'm a writer and programmer. I'm better known on Twitter, at the moment. I'm well known for being severely ADHD and I'm also on the autism spectrum, somewhere near ultraviolet. I live near Oakland, California, USA, but I grew up on a farm in the south. I'm a furry, but I don't have a fursona yet.

I'm big into retrotech stuff, especially floppy disks. 80s and 90s PC stuff mainly, but I have a passing interest in everything else. I loves me some weird tech that you have no idea ever existed. I'm also big into analog media. VHS tapes, laserdiscs, that sort of thing.

Fandom wise, I'm a Trekie from way back, primarily in the TNG/DS9/VOY/ENT era. I haven't yet gotten into the new stuff, and I have only a passing knowledge of the original series. I'm also a big fan of Babylon 5, Red Dwarf, and Doctor Who (4th doctor, and new who doctors 9,10,11). I watch a bunch of British panel shows: HIGNFY, Mock the Week, Nevermind the Buzzcocks, 8 out of 10 cats (primarily the countdown spinoff).

I am a Big Hater on crytypocurrentseas and AI art. I used to be famously mad at the JWST, but now that it's in space and functional, I've calmed down. They just need to rename it and I'm golden.

I'm currently splitting my social media presence across three sites:

* Tumblr, obviously. Shitposting, jokes, queer stuff, and queer joke shitposts are all going here.

* mastodon: I'm putting my tech stuff here. Teardowns, building new death generators, fun historical weirdness.

* Twitter: formerly my primary platform, but now I just use it to keep in touch with people and make fun of the impending collapse of Twitter.

Stuff I do and have done after the readmore.

(I'm on mobile now but I'll get back to this on the desktop and add more links)

* I run lettuce.wtf, a webcam showing a lettuce to see if it will outlast Twitter. (My money is literally on the lettuce)

* my long running site The Death Generator: a tool for making fake video game screenshots, with user supplied dialogue.

* I run some Twitter bots, one of which is more popular than me, and all of which will need to be migrated soon: Gay Cats, WinIcons, Print Shop Deluxe, and Every Clue Line.

* I got Microsoft 3D Movie Maker open sourced

* I got rickrolled so hard that it ended up on national TV

* I ran doom on a pregnancy test

* I have made many horrible and weird keyboards. Keyboards with hair, keyboards which write poetry, keyboards that take 5 hours to say "hello world", keyboards with randomly placed keys, keyboards with 7 toggle switches instead of buttons, and many more.

* I tear down random electronics and try to figure out and explain how they work. (originally on Twitter, but moving over to mastodon now)

* I pissed off the FBI on more than one occasion. They tried to get me fired, they delayed my wedding by over a month, and they mentioned my 4chan nickname in a federal trial.

* I used to work for 4chan. I was a moderator and coder, I created /rs/ and /r9k/, and I convinced moot to destroy the original politics board (for obvious reasons). Things went further to shit after I left, but I am still glad I left. Oh and I also inadvertently prevented the creation of the 4chan dating/meet up site by being too ADHD to actually complete development of it. You're welcome.

* I ran a windows 95 machine for the maximum amount of time. There's a bug where it crashes after 49.7 days of uptime, so I let it happen. I livestreamed the end on YouTube.

* I've done exhibits at the Vintage Computer Festival on the history of floppy disks and optical discs.

* I've worked with the Video Game History Foundation (and others) to preserve old games and game development resources (source code and such). I'm big into archival!

* I wrote a really famous Twitter thread about the surprising way our vision works, which is still circulating in screenshots (including on Tumblr!) something like 5-6 years later.

* I made my old apartment play the Zelda Ocarina of Time shop music when you walked I the door.

* I run the Tumblr animefloppies, collecting screenshots and GIFs of floppy disks in anime.

* I run several other sub-tumblrs for collecting weird things, but I'll have to link them later.

* I am technically a speedrunner. I did the TAS of Duke Nukem 1, episode 1, and a joke speedrun of Solar Winds, where I beat the game by ignoring every single possible objective and just flying to the end, which takes over an hour.

* I used to make games. Some of them are available for download.

* but it still do, too: I'm working on a (currently unnamed) game about managing a dairy farm. Both the developers have ADHD. This is going to take forever before it comes out, if it ever does.

* I'm currently working on three books. Two are compilations of stuff previously twitterized, one is a novel:

- Always Screaming Forever: non-fiction, stories about my career in the tech industry and various other tech/science/history stuff I love ranting about.

- The Other Side of Screaming: fiction. My short stories.

- Mundane Kaya Sona (placeholder title): a linguist gets pulled into an FBI investigation into a car crash. An unknown language leads to the discovery of a wizard living in a forest in Oregon, and an interdimensional plot to smuggle nuclear weapons to another world, and break a cold war stalemate we (the planet earth) didn't realize we were in. I've been working on the setting for this story since I was about 7 years old, and I'm excited to finally get it out of my head and into yours.

* I'm probably forgetting like 5-10 major things I've done but ADHD is a hell of a drug. I'll add more as they come to me.

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Tim Ten part 3

part two 

Tim hadn’t paid attention to the time limit when he detransformed. He sat on the ground in awe, looking over his new souped up computer and his once again human limbs. “I have superpowers,”Tim whispered in wonder. The watch attatched to his wrist had turned red when the time ran out, so Tim figured he might get another chance to turn into Upgrade again. Despite the many alien superheroes documented, Tim couldn’t find any species even remotely close to Upgrade. It was odd, but he figured maybe Upgrade wasn’t an alien from this galaxy at least. Or maybe he wasn’t an alien at all, Tim frowned. Tim glanced out his window to see faint smoke still coming from the forest in his backyard. He was pretty sure Batman was investigating the crash site, or will be investigating it soon. But Tim didn’t want to give up the watch. He thought about Robin, and how Jason was able to help people and became a light in the darkness that was gotham. Tim hoped that maybe he could be a hero like that. Staring at his watch, he hoped that he could keep it secret from people, and if anyone found out the watch might fall into the wrong hands. Frowning, he thought of Bruce and his parents. Someone eventually would figure him out, Tim knew the watch was big and noticable on his wrist, and unlikely to not bring attention. Abruptly he stood up, heading for his closet. Tim decided he would just have to run away. If he wants to be a superhero, to help people, to be someone… He would have to hide his identity. Something Batman would surely figure out when he followed Tim’s trail from the crash site. Tim couldn’t let that happen. Even if Bruce Wayne had good intentions, he had no idea what the watch was made for. Maybe Tim was being selfish, but… he felt like the watch chose him. Maybe he wouldn’t ever be a hero like Robin, but with Upgrade… Tim could do so much good, just like Batman and Robin. Tim steeled himself and gathered his bags, trying to pack light and gather all the necessities he could for a life on the run. Well, maybe not on the run but life as a hero. It couldn’t be too hard, right? At least he hoped so. There was no way his parents would ever let him be a hero, and he was 90% sure Batman wouldn’t let him keep the watch. Tim was ready though. He was eleven, and Jason had started Robin at 12, and Dick had even been robin at 9 years old. Tim would be fine. About an hour or so later, Tim was all packed and ready. He was pacing around the house, anxious about Batman showing up when his watch suddenly moved and let out a noise that startled Timso bad he dropped the backpack he was holding. Taking a breath, he looked at the watch only to find an outline of a…guy? On the watch’s screen. Was this how he’d turned into Upgrade, he wondered. He supposed the shape matched Upgrade’s body type. He touched the top ring, testing it and flinching back when it moved, revealing another silouette. “Oh,”Tim breathed. There were other aliens in there. It wasn’t just Upgrade. Overcome with giddiness, Tim jumped to the living room so he’;d have more space as he pressed down on the watch showing a new silouette. In a flash, he’d transformed, and he felt oddly warm. 

Tim paled when he caught sight of his flaming hands, however, and tried to put out the flames. “Oh shoot-” Tim cried out. This was not the guy for indoors, he thought frantically. Oh, his parents were definitely going to kill him, he panicked as he accidentally let his hand touch the drapes, lighting them up in flames.

  “Oh no oh no oh no,”Tim repeated frantically, looking to himself to try to find an off switch. He caught sight of the familiar watch logo on his chest and pushed at it, hoping to make the transformation go away. It took him two tries, but he sighed in relief when the flaming heat disappeared with a flash. Tim gulped, looking around at the fire surrounding his living room. He panicked, running to the kitchen where he’d dropped his stuff. He was about to try to grab the fire extinguisher when he paused, panting. Maybe… Maybe if the house burned down, no one would look for him. Maybe Batman would never think to suspect Tim. And maybe… Maybe his parents would finally notice him, even if it would only be because he would be gone.

Not even an hour later Tim found himself on the hill overlooking Drake manor, ablaze in flames. Tim stayed hidden, watching his lonely childhood home burn to the ground. When the Batmobile showed up, not even the heroes could save the fire at that point. Tim found it a little funny that Batman tried to deal with the fire instead of calling the fire department, who, judging by the sirens, were on their way.

  Tim was glad no one seemed keen on entering the building though. He was pretty sure Mr. Wayne thought the mansion had been empty. With his parents gone to Bangladesh the past few months, it wouldn’t be hard to assume they’d have taken Tim with them. Honestly, his parents were never home anyway. Part of him was glad that empty house was gone.

The next few weeks Tim lived on the outskirts of Gotham. He tried to get in as much practice as he could with the watch, and ended up learning there were ten different aliens at his disposal. He also learned that the watch didn’t always listen to him when he chose one of the aliens. Tim figured the watch had to be a little sentient. But he had to admit, the secluded area Tim used to train was a lot of fun. He especially liked swimming in the giant lake as Ripjaws, a fishman type alien with a powerful mouth and claws. If Tim was being honest, he didn’t miss Drake manor as much as he thought he would. Roaming the streets, he was able to make friends with other homeless kids, take pictures of Batman and Robin, and used the mountain of cash he’d packed for any food he might need. Tim was smart, and thriving on his own. Besides, he didn’t even have to bother with school as much, and ended up learning far more on his own at the library. He did have to be careful though. Tim was still a child, and the odds of Batman, CPS, or a criminal trying to take him were pretty high. Luckily he was able to use Upgrade to get himself some security and fake identity. Tim was now, legally dead as his parents announced on live tv that their son perished in the house fire. He felt mixed feelings at the backlash they recieved when it got out they’d left him home alone all the time, but Tim had bigger things to think about. His fake identity listed him as Ben Tennyson. Tim was proud of it, and after being aquainted with Gray Matter, he was able to hack into the government databases to change his dna records and such so that if anyone caught him, they’d only find Ben Tennyson, not Tim Drake. And Tim was happy to be Ben. He figured his hero name could be Ben 10, because of the number of aliens he could transform into. His hero goals were cut short though due to the lack of costume and the fact that Batman didn’t allow metas in Gotham. Besides that, his fighting skills only reflected the jujitsu and gymnastics classes he’d taken since he was 7. Nonetheless, Gray Matter was able to make Tim a comprehensive work out plan for getting him up to Robin level of combat. Not only that, but Gray Matter even figured out how to customize a hero suit and strategically had bits made and sent from separate places so it wouldn’t trace back to him. It was perfect. His hero suit was all coming together, and he was happier now that he wasn’t confined to that empty house.

  About a month and a half after Tim’s house burned down, Ben Ten hit the streets. The goal wasn’t crime fighting yet, though Tim was hoping to get an oppourtunity to try it out. He’d ended up out on the rooftops as Gray Matter, plotting where Batman and Robin would patrol and getting in the right position. “Hi-” Tim started, only to be cut off by Robin. “Holy shit!” Robin exclaimed, flailing back from the tiny alien perched on the side of a building. Gray Matter gave Jason a few minutes to calm down before introducing himself. “What the shit… who are you? Why-”

“I need your help,”Tim said, fiddling sith his long gray fingers. “I need Robin’s help.” That seemed to snap Jason out of his shock, and the kid stood up straighter. “What do you need my help with?” He asked, eyes narrowed beneath the domino. “Why not Batman’s help?” “Because… I need help from a hero my age who would understand. I just got these powers and I don’t know how to.. I don’t know what to do and I don’t want to ask Batman because he doesn’t like metas in Gotham even though I was born here,”Tim rushed to explain. Jaosn processed that for a moment before asking,”Wait, my age? How old are you?” “... I’m twelve,”Tim said hesitantly. “I don’t normally look like this,” He added, gesturing to his tiny gray body. “I see,”Robin murmured.”So you suddenly got powers to turn into an alien, and wanted to ask for help from someone not as scary as the big bat. Makes sense.” “Can you turn back to.. Uh, A kid?” Jason asked gently, and Tim nodded rapidly, tapping the watch part of him before he disappeared with a flash, replaced by an eleven year old human boy wearing a green and black themed hero suit. Robin snorted at the getup. “Got a hero name picked out already?” “Uh, Ben Ten. Cause I can change into ten different creatures with different abilities,”Tim explained. “I just, I don’t want to get into trouble with Batman, but I don’t know where to really go…”Tim trailed offf. It was something he’d realized a few weeks ago. That even if he had the power to fight crime, he didn’t have teammates or resources, and he was sure Batman wouldn’t help because he was technically a meta now. “Gotcha,”Jason nodded. He jumped up to lean against the roof next to Tim. “Don’t worry about it, a lot of kids these days are developing powers, and honestly, B isn’t doing a great job of helping them out in Gotham.” Tim shrunk in on himself at Robins words.”But, I think you’d fit right in on the titans team. Theyre an independent hero group made up of kids and teens like you who help eachother with their powers and fight crime. I’m usually a part of the team whenever I get a break from Batman,”Robin explained, and Tim’s heart leapt. “Really? And you’ll be there?” Tim asked. “They’d really help me with these powers?” “Sure thing,”Robin nodded. “I’ll even stick around while you get settled in. They have this giant base shaped like a T,”Robin explained, content to help out this tiny, tiny child with their new powers.

  Part of Jason heard Bruce’s voice in his head about traps and contingency plans, but he ignored them. The kid was obviously homeless, and scared. Bringing Bruce into the fold would just make things worse for the kid, and Jason wanted to help. He’d never had someone look at him with such awe and trust before. Jason was so used to being compared to Dick that he never thought anyone saw him as a good Robin in comparison. At least until now. This little shrimp trusted him enough to seek him out and reveal his powers. Looking at the small child in front of him, Jason promised to help him out however he could. Little did he know that he’d eventually come to see Ben as a little brother. Weeks later, Ben could always be found trailing behind Jason like a little duckling, seeking him out for advice or training or just little things. It made Jason feel wanted, needed even. It made him feel like a hero. Because he helped Ben, all by himself, and the kid is doing better than ever. On top of Jason’s new baby brother, he’d also succeeded in making Dick jealous. The guy had had a grudge with Jason over the Robin suit from the beginning, but Jason could see the longing and jealously when he caught Tim and Jason acting more like brothers int he Titan’s lounge. It had inadvertently made Dick reevaluate the situation, and start trying to win Jason over. Dick found that he wanted to be a cool older brother to Jason, and was even fond of little Ben, whom Jason was very protective of. Eventually, Dick learned of Jason’s weakness to get him to hang out with him. It was Ben. Dick just had to invite Ben somewhere and Jason was sure to follow. The next few months passed and the three were basically brothers and friends all in one. Until Jason left for Ethiopia.

part 4 coming soon

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