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12, 56, or 67 for the ask prompts - whichever of these you find most inspired by for our Maxi 🖤

12: "I'll love you til my breathing stops"

56: "I am not myself anymore, I'm yours"

67: "You're so perfect, why do you want me?"

hi bee! :’D sorry I’m an idiot! 🖤

I’ll be honest, this one is definitely more… personal than I intended. I started writing it when I was really Going Through It w/r/t some depression stuff, a minor existential crisis where I wondered if it was worth staying in my program, dealing with the fact that my closest friends were also going through it and nothing I said seemed to help, just a whole slew of stuff that left me feeling rock bottom.

another part of it, I think, is that I have this weird thing where even though these were yandere prompts, I just… had this thing where I couldn’t just write the Reader hearing them? like, I thought for even someone like Maxi, who worships the ground his reader walks on, to out and say some of these things, I had to like - justify them somehow. Like I couldn’t hear them unless I was emotionally bleeding out, almost. maybe it’s because I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, or something else I need to go to therapy about idk

and then once I got so far in, I was like “rae wtf this is such a fucking bummer, no one is gonna want to read this,” and so for a while I thought about starting over again just for something more fun

but, eventually, I reread this piece again, and decided that even if it’s kind of a sad start, maybe someone else could use something for the worst kind of days. I meant to post this on Yule, bc “longest night of the year” and all, but we all know how I am with doing anything remotely on time :’D

so, if anyone else is maybe having a hard time on this xmas eve, I hope maybe this is a small something to help

warnings for some really vicious self-talk on the part of the Reader, v v v brief discussion of su!cidal thoughts (like I said, I was going through it), descriptions of an anxiety attack, Maxi being a little too happy to murder anyone who hurt you, Maxi and his Reader swearing their deaths to each other, descriptions of necromancy, patricide, etc.

merry xmas, and rora and hector both have pieces coming too - this was just the one that got finished first 🖤 thanks for being kind enough to request, and I’m sorry again it took so long! I hope it’s okay 🖤

it hurts because you’re alive

(maxi morvant x gn!reader)

It wasn’t often you still had to contend with the voice from the darkest part of your brain. The one that had stalked you through the left-hand mirrors from the Masquerade, the one that some demonic presence - essence? Whatever - imitated in Maxi’s own mouth when it was trying to convince you to let yourself lay down and be prey. Since you’d been building yourself a pleasant life in Greymoon, one that you were more than happy to share with the man who’d stolen your heart, it had retreated back to whatever noxious neural fold it called home.

That didn’t mean there weren’t hard nights. Ones where it found you left vulnerable by an insomnia that refused to abate.

This was one of them.

You weren’t sure what had set it off, really: maybe it was the fact that Murphy’s Law had been in full effect at work, and nothing you tried had been enough to turn the day around. Maybe it was the phone call with your mom after, where more than one she’d suggested (albeit gently) that despite all the progress towards feeling like yourself again you’d made since moving here, there was still more you could be doing. Maybe it was the texts you’d swapped with Pavi that afternoon, where she rehashed the latest fight she’d had with a girlfriend she would’ve readily called awful if she’d been yours, Em’s, or Laurie’s. As carefully as you’d tried to point out that Pavi seemed to accept things for herself that she would’ve found intolerable for any of her friends, the two of you had just gone in circles, with Pavi insisting that she was probably just being biased in her recounting of the argument and you nearly pleading with her to consider how she’d feel if anyone else she loved was being treated the same way. When this proved fruitless, you’d eventually stopped and just let your friend vent until she felt better. It was the least you could do.

But long after you’d said goodnight, you were still sitting cross-legged on the end of your bed, lost in thought as you worried the skin on your lower lip with your teeth. After years of living with your specific brain curses, your usual self-soothing method was straightening up your house while listening to music as loud as you could stand it on your headphones; the idea being that bouncing between tasks with something drowning out the Voice would eventually convince it to give up and let you focus on anything else. But tonight, that had only left you more restless than usual. Your brief attempt to sleep had just ended in you plugging your string of fairy lights back in and returning to your playlist, trying to ward off your internal darkness with external stimuli.

How did you think you would be enough?

You trapped a piece of skin between your teeth, and bit down.

No, really. How did you possibly think anything you had to offer, to any of them, would be enough?

“It’s not about me,” you muttered aloud. “It was just a bad day. Shit happens. I’ll live, it’s fine.”

Your teeth, however, bit down once again on the spot. You could just taste the faintest trace of blood.

And now you’re talking to yourself. Just like old times.

Fuck off, you thought instead, but the Voice just seemed to crow in the fact that it’d made you change.

Oh, you little idiot. Just as spineless as you’ve always been. Your job knows that, you know - you weren’t smart enough or quick enough to improvise today. They all saw you fail. You let everyone down. Again.

This is unhelpful. You knew this was unhelpful. This was just wallowing. Everyone had bad days. This would pass. You would be fine.

…Right?

Your progress is not enough for your mother. She knows you can do more, do better. Be more. You can dress up laziness as contentment all you like, it’s still obvious to her. She must be so disappointed in what you turned out to be.

Your teeth kept sawing at the skin, and you winced at the sting of its separation from raw flesh, even as the taste of blood spread across your tongue.

Your love is not enough for your friend. It doesn’t matter how ferociously you care for her - it isn’t ever going to outweigh the hurt she’s willing to endure for even a taste of someone else’s. Someone real.

Stop, you begged yourself. You knew what came next.

How long until that ‘soulmate’ of yours sees all this and realizes his mistake?

You didn’t hear yourself whimper at this over the bass in your ears, the volume hurting now more than helping. You made no move to turn it down.

I’m curious. You suck at math, but make me laugh with an attempt: how long, exactly, do you think it will take for him to realize you weren’t worth the pain he went through? That he’s scarred, now, for nothing that could actually matter?

Your teeth picked a new spot and bit, but the tears were already there.

How long do you think you have until he resents you for your weaknesses? For everything you couldn’t be?

How long until even a creature of the utmost darkness finds you, and your broken little brain and heart, intolerable?

No, you pushed back. He’s not that. He isn’t, even with what he did. Does. He could never be. He’s good, his heart is good, despite everything that tried to force him to be otherwise.

Fine, the voice amended. Then how long until he gets restless because he’s stuck with a burden like you? Because you could never amount to more than everything you are that no one should ever have to deal with, much less love?

You blinked, feeling your breath begin to shake as something warm slid down your face.

There we go, the voice purred. You aren’t completely stupid after all. Gold star for effort.

You tried to force yourself to pick up your hands and wipe your face. Try to stem the flow of tears that turned your eyeliner into so much grime under your eyes, something else that added to the pathetic ineptness of your mien.

But they sat, listless and useless, on your thighs that took up too much room.

You can still exit gracefully, you know. …Well. As gracefully as possible for you. You owe everyone that much.

This was a lie. You knew, on some level, this was a lie. But it felt like the conscious You was locked at the back of your brain, kicking uselessly as this creature that seemed to slither and circle around the rest of your skull - and squeeze.

Your boyfriend’s a mortician, for crying out loud. He’ll at least make you look decent so you’re not a total embarrassment to anyone. Your mom won’t even have to clean up the mess when they find it.

…You had to admit. This made a certain, pragmatic amount of sense. It was tidy. Convenient.

Easier, perhaps, than the mortifying alternative of staying. Of letting anyone look too close.

He might even think one of your friends at the service is cute. Two birds, one stone. Provided any show up, of course.

That’s fair, you figured, this would be fairly short notice. People might still have to work, or have other plans, and you couldn’t expect people to drop everything for—

You let out a small shriek as you felt a chilled hand settle on your shoulder, nearly falling off your bed as you pushed hard away from the direction of your door.

When you just caught yourself on the edge of your mattress, you whipped around to see Maxi standing there, flattening himself as best he could against the doorframe and showing you his palms with an equally startled expression.

He mouthed something at you, and you could only blink, still not quite firing on all cylinders. He pointed to his own ear, looking concerned, and you jumped, quickly pulling your earbuds out.

“Sorry,” you managed. “Didn’t hear you come in.” You winced as you could hear your own voice crack, and before you could clear your throat, Maxi’s face changed.

“Hey now.” In one fluid motion, he crossed the space between you and fell to a knee where you perched at the end of your bed, peering up into your face with a familiar, scalpel-sharp scrutiny. “You okay, gorgeous?”

You looked away, trying to avoid his searching gaze, but he caught your jaw gently, guiding you by his fingertips at your chin to look at him again.

He made a small noise of alarm in his throat when you faced him, and when you finally met his eyes, he looked stricken. “Darlin’, talk to me, what’s wrong?” he murmured. His fingers traced over the tracks of your tears, wiping them away. He turned his hand slightly to examine his own fingertips, looking increasingly worried, before he moved closer to your knees to look up into your eyes. “Did someone upset you?”

For the most part, he still sounded like your partner - sweet, thoughtful, a habitual worrier - but you could hear the edge of something else creeping into his question. Something darker, lurking at the back of his own skull.

But how could you explain? If you told him what was going on - what was really happening - wouldn’t that just prove your inner darkness right? That you were a burden, demanding of care?

You kicked yourself internally, feeling guiltier now. Maxi already had to deal with a lot at his job, people grieving real losses. Why should he have to come home to even more crying from you, who was just wallowing in their own despair?

“Hey,” he urged again, softer, snapping you back to reality. He reached up, gently intertwining his fingers with yours where your hands still sat on your lap. “Angel, c’mon. You’re scarin’ me a little here. Tell me what’s goin’ on, okay? Let me help. Do I need to have words with someone?” He traced his thumbs across the back of your hands, trying to soothe you - but you fixated on the way he subconsciously rolled his shoulder, the one you had marked on that dark Halloween in the cemetery.

For some reason, it was that gesture - so innocuous, yet obvious in how you seemed to inflict yourself on him, on everyone - that finally broke the dam between your sinking heart and the world outside. The spiral had you fully in its grasp, and there was no getting out.

Your eyes blurred over as you looked resolutely down, feeling tears escaping their bounds faster than you could hold them back. A few of them made splattered constellations on the skin of your legs, just adjacent to where Maxi’s hands where intertwined with yours. You bit down on your lip, trying to muffle the sob that had been building for what felt like the entire evening, but the smallest of sounds still managed to wriggle its way out around your teeth.

Maxi let go of your hands abruptly, and you couldn’t blame him for his withdrawal - until the cold clutch of them encircled your face, guiding your head gently upwards to meet his eyes.

What you found waiting for you was the color of blood from deep in the body, seeming to burn of their own accord in the dim of your room. He was practically nose to nose with you, staring at you over the tops of his glasses with a look like a knife’s edge. “Give me a name,” he said, so soft it was barely more than a whisper. His fingers stroked your skin, but his grip was firm. “And they won’t see sunrise. I promise.” He leaned forward to close the distance between you, kissing gently at one of the tracks of your tears - but you still felt the brief, hot touch of the tip of his tongue to the spot. “Let me take care of it for you, please.”

You sniffled, trying to rescue some shred of composure. “It’s n-nobody. Really.”

“Oh, angel,” Maxi cooed, pulling just slightly back. He traced a new trail down your cheek with his thumb, hovering close to you. “You don’t have to defend anyone who doesn’t deserve it. Whatever it was, whatever they said to cause - this,” his hand flipped to stroke your skin with a knuckle. “It’s justified for me.” He kissed your forehead before meeting your eyes again.

You shook your head as the last of your composure slipped through your grip. “It’s not even a-anybody’s fault,” you managed around the lump in your throat. “I s-swear, it’s just…” You swallowed hard, but the ache just caused you to stop. “It’s just my fucking broken-ass brain.”

“…It’s what now?” You could practically hear the record scratch in Maxi’s brain as the murder dropped out of his expression entirely, leaving him blinking as the glimmering red seemed to cool like the last embers of a campfire.

You hurriedly wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie. “It’s nothing, I told you,” you mumbled. “I’m just fucking sad again over some stupid shit that doesn’t m-matter, like always,” you tried to inhale, but your breath shook too hard for you to get any relief. “And I c-can’t change it—“

Your heart was thundering in your ears, washing out all other sound. You were drowning.

“B-because I’m not g-good at making anything better, for anyone—“

Your skin was too hot. You felt seasick. This was really it, wasn’t it. The moment that you finally tipped your hand and showed how much of a wreck you really were inside, and he would make the only logical decision. One you could never blame him for, really, because it was inevitable.

It fell out of your mouth in a rush, insensate almost to your own ears: “And I’m just going to be like this forever, and you’re going to get sick of me and leave, and why shouldn’t you, when I can’t even keep my shit together and just be a n-normal fucking functional—“

You were aware of the words dying on your lips, the sudden movement causing the ache to leave your lungs in an exhale, but you weren’t sure of the cause.

You also weren’t quite sure why the room shifted, or why you were suddenly staring up at your ceiling rather than down at your feet, but you were conscious of being cocooned in the essence of your partner: the faintest hint of embalming fluid, something like wood polish, the cologne he put on this morning, and the touch of laundry detergent that had started to smell like home to you.

You realized he’d taken you both to your mattress in a near-tackle, cradling you before you could realize what was happening. You were caged in his arms now, laying sideways next to him with your hands pressed against his chest between the pair of you. The pressure you felt around your torso was him squeezing like he was trying to keep you from coming apart at your ribs.

Like you were something fragile.

It took you a moment to realize further that his lips were against your hair, and the hiss you heard was him shushing the tiny, cracking sobs that were finding their way piecemeal out of your chest.

“No, baby, I’m always gonna be yours,” Maxi murmured into your hair. “It’s okay, baby. You’re my life, I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He kissed your head like he was trying to kiss your skull itself. “Mine’s broke too. It’s okay.”

You half-sobbed, half-hiccuped. “I’m sorry. I didn’t— you shouldn’t have to—“

“Nothin’ to apologize for,” Maxi insisted, somehow managing to hug you tighter without bruising your sides. “You’re mine. I won’t ever go somewhere without you.”

“But I’m a mess,” you blurted wetly against his vest, your chest kicking like a horse from the inside. “I’m such a mess, Maxi, I’m gonna wear you out. I wear everyone out, you don’t understand.”

Maxi shifted so instead of keeping you against his chest, he was eye-level with you, squeezing your shoulders in his hands as his glasses were somewhat crooked against your pillow. “Darlin’, I know everything feels wrong right now, and your brain’s not fightin’ fair,” he said softly, his eyes wide as he searched yours. “But I think your sense of scale is a little bit… skewed, here.” He smiled weakly. “I’m not tryin’ to make light of anything, but I think I have a little more reason to be worried about somethin’ like that.”

Your heart was racing in your chest like you were trying to drive with no way to steer. “I don’t wanna make you tired of me,” you managed, not entirely sure if you were making sense anymore. “I don’t want to make your mark hurt anymore, I don’t want you to come home from a long day to me being a drain, I don’t want you to realize you got a bad deal.”

“Angel,” Maxi soothed, running a hand over your hair. “You’re not thinkin’ straight. That’s not somethin’ I would think about you, ever. You’re talkin’ to the serial killer here, remember?” he added, with a laugh that sounded more nervous than anything. “You’re the one who got more than you signed up for.”

“You had to go through that whole thing with your dad, and They Who Decide,” you went on, as if he’d proved your point. “You wouldn’t have had to if I wasn’t here. You wouldn’t have had to get hurt, or get possessed, or—“

“For you, I’d do it all again tomorrow,” Maxi said, his voice soft. “In a heartbeat. I don’t care.”

You shook your head, not sure how you couldn’t make him see what was right in front of his eyes. “I’m not worth that, Maxi, that’s what I’m trying to tell you now rather than you waste more time.”

“And I’m tryin’ to tell you,” Maxi argued, his eyes plaintive. “That I don’t care what that demon in your head says, baby. I got one too,” he insisted, loosening an arm so he could gesture at his temple. “The real one and the one that comes from growin’ up thinkin’ I’m dead already, and nothin’ would ever change that. You have no idea how many times a day I wish to god,” he smiled, and it was strained. “I wish I could go back, somehow, and tell me when I was livin’ through the worst parts — every dark basement, every broken body, every night feelin’ absolutely fuckin’ inhuman — that we were gonna find you. That all this bullshit was gonna turn out to be worth it. All the years of feelin’ like I couldn’t tell anyone the truth, and we survived.”

Your shoulders bucked slightly as you fought your sobs. “I don’t want to let you down. I’m so scared of disappointing you, you don’t understand—“

Maxi took your face in his hands again, his gaze pleading. “No, you don’t understand,” he said, and you could hear him fighting to keep his voice steady. “You don’t have to be the one that’s afraid of that. You could never disappoint me in a way that matters. I’d swear it to you on our future tomb. I need you to listen to me, baby, I will love you ’til my breathin’ stops and long, long after. There’s nothin’ you could do, no part of you that you hate that would ever make me think otherwise. You could put a bullet through the dead center of my chest, and not only would I think you were in the right, I’d still love you when I hit the ground.”

The idea of causing him harm of any sort squeezed your throat harder than the lump that was already there. “I don’t know how you can say that,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I keep waiting for you to realize that I’m not enough to justify that kind of pain. I’m so scared of hurting you. Of being the reason you get hurt.” Your hands found his shoulders and your fingers curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt, desperate for something to hold on to. “You’ve already been through so much, you don’t deserve to suffer when you can avoid it. I couldn’t stand myself if I brought that on you, on top of all my shit you already have to put up with.”

The red returned to Maxi’s eyes, and oddly, you were more soothed than alarmed. You almost wanted his darker self there as a form of assurance, to know that it could protect the man you loved from the fathomless chasm that felt like it was splitting your chest.

“Listen to me,” he demanded, that shadow from his eyes creeping into his words. “I never… I never got to belong to myself, you understand? I was always my family’s next chess piece on the board, or They Who’s next prize monster, or the reaper’s host. I knew that. I spent my life knowin’ that, and I didn’t see another option.”

You recognized the way his fingers of his left hand moved against your back, his tell for weighing his options. The way his eyes went briefly distant, you realized he was making a decision.

His free hand moved to his chest, tracing the scar there through the fabric of his clothes. “…This wasn’t…” He trailed off, his lips a frustrated line as he chose his words. His eyes met yours again, the red still there, brighter now. “…This wasn’t just my dad,” he said at last. “I mean, he put the first one there. The original.” He hesitated a moment longer, the tip of his tongue briefly tracing his lip. “…When I thought my family’s legacy was all I had — all I’d ever have — I reopened it.”

You flinched in horror at the very idea, knowing just how deep that scar tissue went, how thick it was over the muscle. “Oh, Maxi… why, baby?”

A corner of his mouth twitched into a grimace “There’s all sorts of things you can do with a heart when you know how, babydoll. Unnatural things that no one can undo… that no good person would ever dream of.” His eyes moved to a point in the distance over your shoulder, something in them dimming. “And for a long time, I studied it. I read everythin’ I could find about it. It was all I could dream about anymore.” His eyes flicked back to yours. “I was ready to give up blood, skin, and bone for just the chance that it would work.”

Your tears were sticky on your face where they were drying, and you fought a shiver from somewhere deep in your gut, like it recognized something in Maxi’s words you didn’t. “…So what happened?” You couldn’t help but whisper, despite the fact that it was just the two of you in your room.

Like you were afraid something else would hear you.

An exceptionally grim smile bloomed on Maxi’s face. “Not my proudest moment, is what.” He looked away from you again, as if he couldn’t bear to hold your gaze. “Or maybe it was, I don’t know. It was the night I buried my mother. I wasn’t sober by any means, but my father was dead drunk. He interrupted me, we got to arguin’, then screamin’, and before I quite realized what I’d done… he was just dead.”

Silence settled over the pair of you as he met your eyes again, watching you like he was waiting for you to recoil from him. To suddenly realize in that moment what kind of monster had been sharing your bed for all this time.

“…Yeah, well,” you murmured. You reached up, gently brushing a lock of his hair away from his eyes as you held his gaze. “Good riddance.”

Maxi’s smile softened into the one you knew best, his eyes relieved despite the shade lingering in them. “I didn’t realize just how lucky I was that night. Not by half.” He reached up, moving some of your hair on your pillow away from your face. “Because later, after so long of never belongin’ to myself, you let me be yours. And you gave me back what was left of me, you hear?” He swallowed hard, and you could finally see the glow that had swept in with the familiar red gleam was at least partially tears of his own. He traced the line of your cheek. “You reminded me I was still a person, somewhere under all of this. That I was allowed to want more than just grittin’ my teeth and gettin’ through what brief mortal life I was meant to have.” He shifted on his pillow again, closing the distance between the two of you. “I spent ages askin’ myself, ‘they’re the closest thing to perfect I’ve ever had, the hell do they want with me?’ And—“ He stopped, forcing himself to take a breath that wasn’t quite steady anymore. “And you took such… care of me,” he went on. “You loved me so much, I started to believe I could just… be human, after all this time. Could deserve to be loved, even.”

He moved his hands so his arms encircled your waist again, hugging you tightly while giving him enough space to keep eye contact. “You have no idea how many times in my life I went out in the dark and didn’t care if I saw daylight,” he said softly. “But that night we walked into the Masquerade together, I knew I’d fight Hell itself just to stay alive with you for one more hour. I’d never been more certain of anything in my entire life.”

The heat that seemed to fill your own eyes, lingering at your lash line, was from something entirely different now.

“Your brain chemistry can run its miserable little mouth all it wants, darlin’.” Maxi rested his forehead gently against yours. “And I’ll be here to hold you until it quiets down, whenever you need me to. But it’s dead wrong. I know that for a fact.” One of his hands, still cool to the touch, cupped your cheek like you were something wondrous. “There is nothin’ about my life you haven’t made better just by bein’ in it. And we’re gonna live a longer one still. A happy one, despite everythin’, together,” he took one of your hands in his, bringing it gently to his lips. “I love you exactly as you are. I always will.”

Fresh rivulets formed on your face, but these felt… different. Like rain after a drought.

You wound your arms around his neck, trapping his chest — scar and all — against your own. “I love you the same,” you whispered. “Exactly as you are. All of you.” You pressed a single kiss to the corner of his mouth. “And there’s nothing that can ever change that.”

Maxi’s grin was unmistakable. “Y’know, it’s the damnedest thing,” he said quietly. “For the first time, I’m lookin’ forward to livin’ through whatever’s next.”

You smiled for what felt like the first time in days. “I’m glad I get to be here for it.”

Maxi leaned forward to kiss you properly, long and slow as though to make it last the rest of your lives.

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Download and install Visual C++ Redistributable for Visual Studio 2015 圆4, x86, Visual C++ Redistributable for Visual Studio 2013 圆4, x86.ģ. These maps will save with you when you save your current map, so before creating a map, use New MapĢ. ini extension will be loaded on gamestart. You can automatically load maps by creating a directory in the scripts folder named "AutoloadMaps". Note that when loading maps, they stack, so use New Map to clean any objects. When selecting load or save from the main menu, you will be prompted to enter a filename. You can load and save your maps as XML files or as object.ini files. Mouse Wheel or RB/LB - Rotate an object while having it snapped to your cursor.Ĭ or R3 - Copy an object while looking at it or having it selected.ĭel or Controller X - Delete an object while looking at it. Mouse Right Click or LT - Move an object with the mouse while looking at it. Mouse Left Click or RT - Select an object while looking at it. The arrow above the object will switch colors. Shift or Controller A - Fly/Move/Rotate objects faster.Īlt or DPAD Down - Fly/Move/Rotate objects slower.Ĭontrol or 元 - While having an object selected, switch from moving to rotating. V or Controller Back - Open the vehicle spawning menu. P or Controller Pause - Open the ped spawning menu. Q/E or LB/RB - While having an object selected, move up/down the object, or rotate it.į or Controller Y - Open the object spawning menu. WASD or Left Stick - Fly around while inside map editor, or when having an object selected, move/rotate the object. Then you can save or load your map in various formats, currently supported are XML and Simple Trainer format (objects.ini). You have a freecam to navigate around, and you can spawn objects (with preview!), move them around with your mouse or keys. This is a tool reminiscent of MTA:SA Map Editor days.

#Map editor by guadmaz

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ironhusband · 4 years

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#5 for rhodeytony 😌✨

Ooooh boy, you just went for the most angsty one, huh? Alright, here I go.

“you know those words mean nothing coming from you, right?”

~~~

Tony and Rhodey have a long, complicated history. The long version involves decades of being roommates and turning into best friends, and then lovers, and then... nothing. It’s too complicated that even if you were to tell the long story, it could still not be completely understood. The short version? It can be summarized down to this: Tony breaks Rhodey’s heart.

Rhodey couldn't really tell you when he had stopped feeling confused and started feeling angry, but it’s around the time the only rationalizing behind Tony breaking up with him becomes “he was lying to me the entire time”. Because it must be that, right? You don’t just go from being Rhodey’s sweet and faithful boyfriend one day to some party boy who sleeps around and gets blackout drunk the next day. No, Tony was always like this, he just got sick of hiding it one day.

They avoid each other the first few years after the breakup. Or well, Rhodey avoids Tony. Sure, he sees him on the news and the papers and his colleagues talk about him all the time, enough that Rhodey wants to scream, wants to tell everyone to shut up, wants to have just one little thing not be about Tony because it hurts too much, but at least he doesn’t talk to him and that’s... the least that can happen. It takes a while before Rhodey can start to forgive Tony, accept that this is who he is now, and just want his best friend and soulmate back. The acceptance is sometimes forced on him by circumstances and work. Still, in the end, sometimes it’s the best thing to have Tony back.

Rhodey can’t tell sometimes if Tony is glad to have him back too. He doesn’t show it often. But Rhodey doesn’t mention it because he can’t demand anything from Tony. Tony made that clear when they broke up.

But sometimes... when Tony is sober, a little high on someone liking his invention, and Rhodey’s nearby and helped that happen, Tony will wrap his hands around Rhodey’s neck (he can’t help it if he leans into it a little) and tells him “you’re too good to me, honeybear” or “I love you so much for this, Platypus” or “I’m so thankful for you, even when you’re a sourpatch”. It’s always a compliment Tony otherwise hasn’t shown and a petname that makes Rhodey remember what Tony used to taste like.

Some days Rhodey beams at the compliment, allowing himself the validation and the touch and the intimacy of the pet name. Sometimes he’s so mad he wants to push Tony off him and just say,

“You know those words mean nothing to me coming from you.”

Tony blinks back at him with surprise, stunned by Rhodey’s never seen before reaction. “Rhodey, what?”

“Stop, don’t call me a fucking nickname,” Rhodey pleads, “just don’t okay? You treated me like crap after we broke up, Tony. You acted as if I meant nothing to you. Overnight, you started acting like a whole different person, and you say this is who you are, and I can’t stop thinking about how you lied about yourself the whole time we were together. You can’t say anything to make that go away. Nothing you say means anything to me anymore.”

Tony almost looks sad as he thinks and settles on a weak, “okay.”

Rhodey doesn’t wait around for him to say more empty words.

#thanks for the prompt pavi!#druwrites #asks #ironhusbands #james rhodes #tony stark #rhodeytony #iron man #rhfe #war machine #iron patriot #james rhodey rhodes #rhodey #tonyrhodey #pavi tag

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rhodeys · 4 years

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Can you do “Is that my book?” From the prompt list for Frostiron plsss 💙

thank you for the prompt, anon! 💖 this was a bit challenging because i kept debating whose book it should be, until i decided that tony owning a self-help book would be undeniably hilarious, so..... this happened. hope you like it!

Tony had barely stepped through the threshold of their bedroom when the long lump under the blanket stirred– and Tony froze. He doesn’t really know why, it’s not like he was doing anything wrong, except the fact that he was a good five hours late on his promise to be back by dinner.

The nightlight on Tony’s side of the bed was lit with a soft glow. It illuminated the right side of Loki’s face, making him look almost ethereal when he sat up to meet Tony’s eyes. Loki lips part and–

“Sorry,” Tony cut in before Loki could even get a word in. “I am so sorry. I lost track of time, and Jarvis didn’t tell me about–”

“That would be because you muted–” Jarvis started to defend himself and Tony interrupts with an embarrassed “mute!” before the AI goes silent again.

Loki stared for a long moment. When he finally spoke, the gods face revealed absolutely nothing. “An excuse is simply a challenge that you've decided has power over you.”

Thing is, they’ve been dating for a few months, which meant Tony was used to the occasional spurt of obscure phrases that have nothing to with the situation, and if it were any other string of words, Tony probably would have responded with a short quip except–

There was something very familiar about that particular choice of words. Tony squinted. And then squinted a little more, for the sake of being dramatic, just in time to spot the flash of a smirk that crossed Loki’s face.

“I may have found something to keep me occupied,” Loki added airily, and it’s because he said it that way that Tony has reason to be suspicious.

Cool as ice, Loki’s hand reached for the night stand on his side, and Tony only needed to catch the glimpse of blue to realize what it was.

Son of a–

“Is that my book?” Tony blurted, voice going a little disbelieving at the end. Loki blinked at him, looking so damned innocent, and brought up the book in between them – the cover facing Tony.

You Are A Badass Everyday, the title of the book revealed.

“That is not mine,” Tony defended as if he hadn’t just claimed ownership of it three seconds ago. Loki quirked an eyebrow, and proceeded to make a show of opening the first page of the book. Goddamn diva.

“To Tony,” Loki read out, and then looked up with expectant lift of his brows. The corners of Loki’s lips pulled into a teasing smile as he assessed Tony’s reaction.

“From Road Runner,” Tony finished pointedly when he realized Loki wasn’t going to. “Rhodey gifted it to me.” Loki’s face shifted into something of delight, and Tony scrambled to emphasize. “As a joke. It was a joke. I don’t read self-help books.”

Loki hummed non-committedly at Tony response, nimble fingers flipping through the pages of the book and having the audacity to look like he didn’t believe Tony. Knowing Loki also meant knowing that the god won’t drop something like this anytime soon, so, as Loki continued to read – and by reading, flipping the pages obnoxiously loud every alternate second – Tony got ready for bed. He took off his t-shirt, kept his pants on, and slid into the bed beside Loki.

The obnoxious page flipping had slowed down, so he figured that Loki had started to take the book seriously and– honestly, Tony doesn’t know if he should be worried. But he doesn’t say anything – perfectly aware that anything he’d say would likely be answered with a direct quote from You Are A Badass Everyday – so neither does Loki.

Loki was leaning against the headboard, so when Tony throws a hand over, his arm curled around the warmth of Loki’s waist. He wiggled a bit, enough to close the space between them, and pulled himself close enough that his nose was pressed against the soft cotton of Loki’s clothes, and his eyes were just about to flutter shut when–

“Shut your beautiful eyes, breathe into your beautiful body, clear your beautiful mind, feel the life force that–”

Tony groaned. Loud.

#yeah tony definitely reads self help books spread the word #frostiron #prompt #thank you for sending this anon!!#ironfrost #fanfic #this was fun to write but omg i struggled so much with this its not even funny #also???? tony calling rhodey road runner #yeah i fuck with that #i literally just made it up but now im using it on all my fics #yes i am #pavi writes #asks

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multifandomwritings · 3 years

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How the slashers would react to their S/O being sweet and affectionate

(Giving them lots of compliments, being soft with them, etc.)

Includes Thomas, Brahms, Michael, Jason, Bubba, Chop Top, Nubbins, Beetlejuice, Candyman, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Graverobber, Luigi, Pavi & Billy Lenz. I know technically not all of them are slashers but I wanted to put all the horror characters together :)

This came out of nowhere and took so long to write lol :^) I hope you like it! If I’m missing anyone let me know! (This is both bad and lengthy, so I am sorry :’) Also obviously they’re soft here so) I’ve read through this to check for mistakes but if I missed anything I’m sorry, feel free to point it out!

Thomas:

- Thomas would thoroughly melt. He's starved for affection and kindness, and probably wouldn't even know how to handle it at first, only staring at you with reddened cheeks and ears

- He's a sucker for compliments, especially — he's been spoken to/about poorly most of his life, so it's foreign to him. Your seemingly endless drawls of honey-coated words soften him up beyond repair, building his confidence up more than you would even be aware of (imagine his widened eyes and fumbling hands as you spoke 🥺)

- It would take some time, but you'd make him like things about himself. You compliment his eyes? He would slowly begin to too, since you did. You played with his hair, rambling on about how pretty it was? Fluttering eyelids, profuse blushing, can’t handle it. He likes it too from then on, and hopes you play with it more.

- Of course, Thomas would adore that you were physically affectionate. He'd be more than willing anytime you wanted hugs or kisses, his tummy always filling with butterflies at your touches. Besides kisses, he'd especially adore casual intimacy - touching his arms in passing, or playing with his hands and fingers absent-mindedly as you sat with him. It would make him feel so loved and happy. (Also: snuggling up to him/nuzzling into his neck. He would melt, amazed that you were so trusting and comfortable with him)

- Your sweetness would be so endearing to him, almost feeling undeserving of it. He'd question why you were so tender with him, often needing reassurance. He'd be quite protective of you anyways, but your sweet personality would only further this.

Brahms:

- This would be perfect for Brahms. He's very affectionate himself, so he'd be happy to receive any affection that came his way

- Seriously. If you began being casually affectionate with him, spoiling him with kisses, hugs, and little touches in passing, he'd do the same, probably taking advantage of it a little (only because he's quite touch starved)

- Compliments, however, would be received a little different. Not badly, only with more reservation. He's unused to them, and would often flush up at your sweet words, stammering clumsily to thank you as he tried not to blush too hard

- Your sweet, caring and affectionate personality would melt his heart, so thankful that you came along. Your sweet words and affectionate nature would be so mending to a severely neglected part of him

- Often times, you'd have a hard time getting him to let you go when you hugged or cuddled up to him. He'd cling to you tightly, nuzzling up to you and savoring every moment of it

Michael:

- You would have to be patient with Michael when it came to any kind of affection. He wouldn't mind, but he'd be a little wary of it, especially at first

- Gentle, caring and purposeful touches would soften him up a bit. Things like you caring for any wounds he happened to get while ~out and about~, and looking after him in ways he wasn't used to

- Compliments and doting would be met with surprise, though you wouldn't be able to tell. If you look closely enough, you'll see his eyes are widened behind his mask when you speak lovingly of him

- Your sweet personality would intrigue him, especially seeing as he was the object of your affections. His own affection would be shown by being protective and gentle with you, willingly accepting your affection, albeit with some amount of awkwardness

- He would have a hard time not letting his guard down and completely melting into your touches and at your affection. Slowly but surely, he’d loosen up. One day you’d absent-mindedly lift your hand to his arm or cheek once he was warmed up to you, and he’d surprise you by leaning into it just slightly, scanning your reaction nervously. Don’t push your luck and overreact though, he’ll get awkward and temporarily disappear. An encouraging smile will do!

Jason:

- Jason would *adore* this. So much. You would always make him feel so warm and loved, any insecurities he had would slowly melt away

- He would feel grateful that he wore a mask sometimes, embarrassed at how flushed you could make him without even having to try

- Has some reservations about physical affection at first, but your patience and sweetness would rapidly chip away at them. In fact, he'd regret keeping you at arms length at first, as he'd worry you weren't being as affectionate as you wanted to be because of it (you actually were, he just wants more)

- You can always tell he's beaming beneath the mask when you compliment him, savoring your words and making sure he won't forget them. Although he might not always agree with the sweet things you said about him, they made him feel special and loved

- His biggest weakness would be his neck. You would occasionally kiss the side of his neck near his jaw in lieu of his face when he wore his mask, and each time you could watch as his ears turned crimson, eyes widened slightly, always prompting a giggle from you

Bubba:

- Bubba is quite affectionate too, so you'd be a cute match

- He might have reservations about being too affectionate in the beginning, as he wouldn't want to scare you away. However, when you proved yourself to be just the same as him, the dam would break and he'd rarely not be spoiling you with affection

- Your compliments and sweet words would always leave him a blushing mess, genuinely confounded at how you could make him feel so warm and fluttery inside

- Bubba is definitely the cuddliest so prepare yourself for endless snuggles, happy to return your affection like that. If you were to walk up and give him a random hug, he'd melt, dragging you off somewhere to sit with you for hours, you snuggled up in his arms

- He cannot cope with the casual little kisses you give him, especially if you pepper them across his face. He would never get used to them despite loving them, turning the sweetest shade of pink each time and rambling on in a sort of awkward panic

Chop Top:

- Chop Top would lovingly tease you about how affectionate you were with him, finding it completely adorable. He would end up shutting up about it as he wouldn’t want to discourage you, though

- Compliments and sweet words would be met with a big, silly smile or chuckle, followed by him asking you if you really meant it. He’d find you so sweet, and would return your affectionate words in his own weird, Chop Top-esque way

- Nothing has an effect on him quite like random, unexpected touches. He’ll be going on in his typical loud, extra way when you’d stand next to him and slip your hand into his, your other hand clinging to his arm as you pressed up to him slightly. His voice would falter as he glanced at you with a nervous chuckle, rambling nervously and trying to remain ~composed~

- Your sweetness would be somewhat puzzling to him, particularly because it was directed toward him. He wouldn’t be used to people being so gentle and polite with him, so he wouldn’t even know what to do with it at first

- Ends up being more affectionate than you. He loves having you in his arms and smothering you with chaotic, needy kisses. He’d have loads of weird, super-specific nicknames he’d call you, and would love if you had some for him, too.

Nubbins:

- So soft for you! Seriously. He'd treat you like you were made of glass, uncharacteristically protective of you

- Anytime you touched him he'd break into the sweetest smile, melting into your hands. *Loves* when you play with his hair, nuzzling up against your hand

- Anytime you complimented him, called him loving nicknames, or anything like that he'd flush up and wouldn't be able to stop smiling

- He's so used to being mistreated that your sweet and gentle personality would make his heart race. He'd cling to you any chance he got, finding comfort in you

- He’d be just affectionate back, but in a sort of clumsy, awkward way. It would be new to him, and he’d want to be all gentle and sweet with you, but instead he’d be a bit rough and unpracticed. He’d play with your hair a bit roughly, hug you a little too tightly, and would kiss you with too much fervor for it to be as sweet as the intention behind it

Beetlejuice:

- Beetlejuice wouldn't really know how to take this/deal with it. He can be quite vulgar and straightforward, so it would be an adjustment. Not an unwelcome one, just different

- He'd find himself getting embarrassed by his own lewd comments and gestures, finding you far too sweet for that, and wanting to treat you as such

- When you complimented him, his first instinct would be to be cocky and teasing about it. As he realized how genuine you were, he'd get surprisingly embarrassed, genuinely appreciating your words and not forgetting them

- Finds himself adoring your soft, sweet touches, leaning into them and hoping they'd last longer than they did. Of course, you were always happy to cater to him, stopping whatever you were doing to shower him with soft attention that you knew he needed more than he was aware

- His personality would completely soften around you, looking at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. The second someone else was around though? Back to his usual shenanigans.

Candyman:

- Daniel would pretty much be the same as you, always spoiling you with the sweetest, loveliest words that would leave your heart fluttering and cheeks flushed

- He'd find your sweet personality endearing, being particularly gentle and soft with you. Any kind of affection you wanted, you would get

- Adores your touches, and returns them without hesitation. He's a romantic, so he'd love your kisses in particular, smiling anytime you would randomly kiss him, and often wrapping you up to steal more than a simple peck

- He would be so sweet and romantic constantly, cherishing every little bit of affection you gave him. He’d always be amazed at how gentle you were and how you made him feel

- He would (not so) secretly love being doted over by you. Would melt at how adoringly you looked at him, and would be happy to just sit with you as you snuggled up to him, making him feel all soft and special

Bo:

- This is so foreign to Bo. Literally, he'd look at you like you were absolutely nuts, having no idea how to react to half the things you said

- Your soft, doting words flustered him far more than he would have liked to admit, even to himself. Every compliment would wrap itself around his thoughts and tug at his heartstrings

- Did you really mean the things you said about him? You were so soft and genuine, he was always amazed at how you could feel so sweetly toward him. He'd feel so privileged, in a way, to be the object of your affections

- Your physical affection would *always* be welcome. He would definitely return it, though not without some amount of flirting and teasing. Calls you every cute moniker in the book, sweetheart being his favorite for you. (He’d never admit it but if you call him things like that too, he’d melt)

- Of course, he'd adore whatever affection you gave him, but it would be the sweet, unfamiliar things that would really get him. If you held his hand in yours as you walked, kissed his cheeks, played with his hair or even did something as silly as booping his nose, he'd scoff, half rolling his eyes and pretending to find it silly. The pink spreading across his cheeks and nose would not be lost on you, though, nor the soft smile that would slowly emerge

Vincent:

- Vincent would be a little bit nervous about affection at first. He'd definitely want it, but it would just be new to him. He'd have to warm up to you first

- Verbal affection would be best in the beginning, sweet words easing him up to you (and making it much harder to keep you at arms length). If he allowed you to see him without his mask, he'd rarely not be blushing (to be honest, you would be able to sense that he was anyways, even when he did wear it)

- Little things like touching his shoulders or arms in passing would make him so soft. When he's comfortable with it, you'd begin holding his hands and hugging him, which would almost always result in him nuzzling up to you and rapidly getting clingy

- His favorite thing would be cuddling up with you for hours, feeling safe and warm tangled up with you. He’d also love when you played with his hair, and kissed the scarred side of his face, quickly getting overwhelmed with emotion

- He would be as caring and sweet toward you as you would be with him. Your loving personality would be deeply appreciated by him, and he’d make sure that you knew it

Lester:

- Lester would be the softest ever for you, your sweet personality being what drew him to you. He'd be used to people being mean and rude, so when you weren't, he'd already be putty in your hands

- Every word that came out of your mouth would prompt a big, expectant smile, no matter what it was about. However, anytime you indulged him with compliments and kindness, he'd hardly be able to maintain eye contact, too embarrassed and flattered to even properly hear you

- Being with you would perpetually keep him in a good mood. No amount of meanness from anyone would matter anymore — if you liked him, that's all that would matter!

- He spoils you just as much with affection and compliments as you do him, thinking you were the sweetest person on earth, and wanting you to know it

- Loves all kinds of physical affection you give him, but he really just likes to have you close. Hand holding, arms wrapped around each other, and so on would make feel safe and warm

Graverobber:

- Graverobber would be pleasantly surprised with how soft you were with him, finding himself almost amused by it. Not in a bad way, but as with almost everyone else he just wouldn’t expect it

- Any random affection, verbal or physical, would be met with a cocked eyebrow and a small smirk — only because he loves watching the blush creep over your cheeks in embarrassment

- He’d love it though, and would be quick to reassure you despite his initial teasing. He’d find you so endearing and would appreciate you a lot, though he’d be more apt to express it with actions rather than words

- Alternatively to teasing when you were being particularly sweet, he’d pull you up next to him and wrap his arm around you. If you were alone, he’d be a bit touchier, peppering your face with kisses and grinning in satisfaction as he made you laugh and blush

- He would find you so cute, often unable to keep a smile off his face when you were around

Luigi:

- You would certainly be a stark contrast to Luigi. This pairing would be a mystery to his family and pretty much everyone else, though he wouldn’t understand why

- Your sweet, affectionate personality would cut through his angry, brazen one a little, at least when he was around you. Despite his temper, he'd have a hard time actually getting angry when you were around, even toward other people (this results in everyone else hoping you would stay attached at the hip, so to speak. Please)

- He'd adore your affection, needing soft and sweet attention more than he knew. He'd love to be wrapped up in your arms, or have you wrapped up in his — it really wouldn’t matter, he’d be happy either way. (Also likes PDA, as he's a show-off)

- Your praises and compliments would always light up his face with an endearing smile. He'd go out of his way to impress you and live up to your words. He could also be quite smug, too, agreeing with your compliments half-seriously and half in an attempt to make you laugh

- You would (unintentionally) have him wrapped around your finger, without him even realizing it.

Pavi:

- Pavi would be fascinated by this, so used to less innocent forms of affection. He definitely wouldn't be used to sincere, loving words directed toward him, especially paired with innocent touches without ulterior motive

- He's used to people flocking around him to simulate whatever he wanted, often times because of who he was, rather than out of genuine interest. If you gave him attention freely, because you wanted to, it would unlock a completely different side of him

- He would be enamored with you, quickly losing interest in everyone else as he fixated on you. Your praises, kindness and attention would always leave him a smiling mess

- Needless to say, Pavi is very physically affectionate, so he'd adore that you were, too. You wouldn't have many opportunities to initiate it, though, as he'd be quite clingy and touchy without prompting

- Pavi returns affection and compliments, of course. He praises you and talks sweetly (at least, you think it’s sweet?) in his typical eccentric way, bragging about you and how much you loved ~the Pavi~ to his siblings (and probably anyone who listens)

Billy Lenz:

- Billy can say the lewdest things, yet somehow still manages to get flustered when you give him any type of affection

- That doesn't mean he doesn't like it though. Quite contrarily, he'd (discreetly, or so he thought) give you every opportunity to give him affection, not wanting to seem obvious or have to ask

- He could literally curl up in your lap like a cat and just fall asleep, clinging to you and melting into your touches

- Your compliments would often be received with a clumsy attempt at self-assuredness, too embarrassed by your sweet words to keep up the ruse. That wouldn't stop him from attempting it, though

- He adores your sweet personality, and would be far softer than you might think with you. Keeps lewd, awkward comments to a minimum and replaces them instead with sweeter, gentler words (well, to the extent that he is capable of, anyways)

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startrekandwars · 4 years

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Mistakes

Word Count: 1947

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Summary: Ramirhe Jacora gets sidelined because of a single mistake, all while finding out his request for a padawan has been fulfilled at the worst time possible.

AN: This was written for @celebrate-the-clone-wars prompt Unplugged

Ramirhe Jacora has a cybernetic left leg. He lost his leg protecting Senator Alyeil Laygos of Lothal before the clone wars in a speeder accident. Fitting seeing as how his master, Pavi Bevu, ended up losing both of her arms in an explosion while she was still a padawan. Normally his cybernetic isn’t a problem, he does regular maintenance on it between fights and as long as he doesn’t get too much sand in his leg, it works wonderfully. Thus his problem is as follows, he can’t be near EMP pulses if he wants to keep standing in a fight, which includes droid poppers. If he stands too close, his leg gets shut off and he risks falling over because he can no longer balance. This is something all of his men are aware of, and they’re very careful about their usage of droid poppers.

That’s the current problem he has right now. A droid popper didn’t get thrown far enough, and now he can’t move his leg, “Haar’chak!” Ramirhe Jacora, one of the best lightsaber duelists of his generation, felt his leg get zapped and then felt it lock. His balance was only maintained by the fact that he had planted his left leg in his fighting stance, but it wouldn’t last, especially if he tried to shift his weight at all.

“Who was the di’kitla who threw that droid popper?!” Jasavo had been keeping track of where his General was, and realized that the droid popper was thrown too close to the General. “Bevinn- get the general out of there now!”

Bevinn changed directions on his bike to weave into the droid ranks. “Consider it done, Commander. Hang in there a little bit longer, General.”

“I don’t seem to have a choice, Bevinn.” As Ramirhe said that, he used the force to pull a droid close so that he could slice it in half before he pushed the broken droid into some of its still functioning comrades. It was a risky move that almost led to him falling over.

Just as he stumbled, Bevinn pulled him onto the speeder. “Welcome aboard, General. Your orders?”

Ramirhe let himself relax some before tightening his grip on his lightsaber, “Get me as close to the droids as you can, Bevinn. Do you have any droid poppers on you?”

“Yes sir.” Bevinn answered, changing direction again before handing the bag of poppers over. “Ba’slan shev’la?”

The red haired Jedi nodded, “We’ll weaken their forces and then retreat.” He then took out three droid poppers and thew them as far as he could into the droid ranks as Bevinn drove.

Jasavo grinned a little bit under his helmet as he watched Bevinn weave through the droid ranks, “Ba’slan shev’la! The General’s creating a distraction. And Then I Want To Know Who Threw That Droid Popper So Close To The General!” He climbed onto his own speeder bike to help thin out some more droids and pick up an injured clone trooper. “Hang in there, vod. We’ll get you medical treatment soon enough.”

“Thank you sir,” Coil mumbled, leaning into his commanding officer. “I think I may have thrown that droid popper sir.”

“Easy, Coil. We’ll ask Blow later.I don’t think it was you. You know better than to do that and I didn’t see you take any droid poppers when we left.”

The Commander slowed down as he got to their ‘base’. Really it was a well defended encampment they set up. The Bes’bavar try to be as efficient as they can be. “Baar’ur- Coil needs medical treatment.”

Baar’ur looked up from one of the other clones and winced when he saw Coil with the shrapnel in his side. “I’ll get right on that, Commander. Also when you see the general, tell him that Admiral Shul needs to speak to him.”

“I’ll be seeing him soon, I have to fix his leg.” The commander grabbed his tools and watched as Bevinn parked his bike before helping the general walk over. “General- are you alright?”

“Outside of my leg, I’m fine. If it weren’t for your quick thinking or Bevinn’s fancy driving I might not be standing here to talk to you,” he answered before sitting down on a crate. “Just tell me you can fix it, Jasavo.” He rolled up his pant leg so that the commander could see the cybernetic prosthetic.

The Commander took his helmet off and then started to take off the outer casing, “I should be able to. Since droid poppers cause EMP blasts, I should just have to jump your leg... it will hurt though.” The nerves that the leg connect to would get the same shock that the cybernetic needs to turn back on, sending shooting pain through the General’s leg. “We could also wait and see if it will wear off.”

“No, we don’t have the time to wait for it to cycle back on.” Ramirhe looked at Jasavo and then smiled, “It’s alright, Jasavo. I trust you.”

“I’m glad. I just don’t want to get kicked in the head because of this,” he half mumbled as he set up the jump. Without warning the jedi, he powered it on, sending a strong shock through the cybernetic.

“Haar’chak that hurts like hell- What happened to warning me about shocking the leg?” Ramirhe had gripped the side of the crate the moment Jasavo shocked his leg. “Thank you for fixing my leg but was that necessary?”

“K’atini. With all due respect, suck it up, general. You’d think I did something more than just rebooting your leg.” The clone grinned as he started to do more repairs on the cybernetic, “Necessary? No, but you’re less likely to try to move the leg if I don’t warn you. I’m going to do some other minor repairs since you’re sitting here still. And the Admiral needs to speak with you apparently.”

“Hmmmm, I’ll answer that now then.” Ramirhe pulled out the holoprojector from his sleeve and turned it on, “Admiral. You need to speak with me?”

Brisco Shul is a fairly well built man who is generally very kind. Today, however, he appears to be very serious. “Indeed. A youngling is insisting that she is your padawan and should be allowed to go down to the planet’s surface with you.”

The young girl in question was a Rattataki, and she looked defiantly at Ramirhe, “Master Ramirhe Jacora? I am Padawan Learner Aubewem. The council has assigned me to be your new padawan, and Admiral Shul isn’t letting me go down to the surface.”

“That... may be for the best at the moment, Padawan.” He winced as Jasavo realigned something in the prosthetic. “We’re a little busy down here and it’s not save to fly to our landing zone. After we meet up with Master Bageeh’s forces- then you can land and we can meet properly.” Ramirhe hated putting this off, but he wasn’t going to make any of his men fly in this. “I shall contact you personally when it’s safe, Aubewem. Haat, Ijaa, Haa’it. I promise.”

She studied her new master’s face before nodding, “Very well, Master Jacora... I’ll... watch the Admiral quietly then.”

“That sounds agreeable.” Ramirhe stood up once Jasavo had gently tapped his prosthetic to give the okay. “Admiral, I shall contact you the moment Master Bageeh and I have begun our final assault. Ret’urcye mhi, Admiral.”

“Oh we shall certainly meet again, General Jacora.” Brisco ended the transmission, leaving Ramirhe staring at a holoprojector for a few moments.

Bevinn ran over from the speeders and stood in front of the two, “General, good to see you back on your feet. General Bageeh’s made his move sir. The Droid Army is completely cut off. We won’t get.a better chance to defeat them.”

“Well, then let’s get going.” Ramirhe jumped onto the closest walker after taking a few test steps. “Bes’bavar- It’s time to make our final move! I only have one real order for you since you all know your assignments- k’oyacyi!” Stay alive was always the final order he gave. As always, it was met with a a chorus of yes sirs as they moved out.

Once again, there was the sound of blaster fire and tank fire as they once again confronted the droid army. This time, he could see two sets of blue blaster fire, signifying that the droid army was indeed cut off from further support. “Well done, Master Bageeh. Well done indeed.”

Ramirhe Jumped into the air, grabbing onto a droid’s flying speeder and kicked the droid off, flying into the chaos of the fight and using his lightsaber to deflect incoming blaster fire. He had noticed that his leg felt stiff when he jumped but he tried to pass that off as residual stiffness from when it had locked earlier.

“Master Jacora, it is good to see that the Bes’bavar really do enjoy acting as the calvary,” Arif’s amused voice crackled over their commlinks. “I was expecting you to have already been in combat though.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, Master Bageeh. I ran into a little problem with my leg. I had to call a tactical retreat or risk dying, and I made a promise to a certain senator that I would come back alive.” Ramirhe countered lightly Jumping from his small speeder to one of the Vulture droids that flew by. He landed heavier than he would have liked. “And I might still be having problems with my leg. If you’ll excuse me.” Ramirhe’s lightsaber was the only thing keeping him on the Vulture droid as it spun. “Jasavo- there’s still something wrong with my leg.”

“Sir- Kriff how did you get on a Vul- never mind. Try to get on one of the walkers. We can finish this without you getting hurt because of your leg. I’ll run a full diagnostic after the fight.” Jasavo could have sworn he did all of the necessary repairs but its possible he missed an underlying problem.

The vulture droid Ramirhe was barely hanging on to, ended up getting shot down by another vulture droid, leading to Ramirhe barely sliding off in time before he got caught in another explosion. He rolled through the sand and felt something break in his prosthetic before he responded to Jasavo. “I may have to take your advice, Commander. Bevinn I need a pick up. Again.”

“I’m on it sir, I was heading towards you anyways. It Looks like General Bageeh has it covered though.” Bevinn commented, once again weaving through the fight to get to his general.

“That’s good.” Ramirhe opened his holoprojector. “We’re making our final move Admiral. The fight should be over shortly.”

“I understand, General. I’ll send your padawan down once we’re done up here,” Brisco answered before hanging up again. If Ramirhe were anyone else he would be insulted, instead he was just amused.

Bevinn held out his hand for the mandalorian jedi to take, “Sir.”

“I think I broke something else in my leg. Thank you for picking me up, Bevinn.” He accepted the hand and climbed onto the speeder, his left leg not moving at all.

“Not a problem, general. Let’s finish this.” The Lancer then started up the speeder, fully trusting his general to keep them from getting shot at from behind.

Just as soon as the fighting had begun again, it ended with a full surrender. “Finally... now I can get my leg properly repaired.” Ramirhe stayed on the speeder as he heard and watched the clones celebrate their victory, and he couldn’t help but smile. Not all was lost, even if he was pretty sure his prosthetic was done for.

#oc: Ramirhe Jacora #oc: Commander Jasavo #oc: Arif Bageeh #oc: Admiral Brisco Shul #oc: Coil #oc: Bevinn #oc: Baar'ur #oc: Aubewem #star wars the clone wars #star wars #writing wednesday drabbles

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nemossubmarine · 5 years

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Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #10

Start of a new adventure! Unfortunately we were a player short so we couldn’t really properly kick this thing off, but also, luckily due to some plot revelations last time, there’s new personal stuff and even some NPCs introduced. So there’s some personal stuff and then people start heading for the planet Pavis 8M2, also known as Orchard Mountain. Shall we?

We start with a little flashback to our favorite ex-Inquisitional Acolyte’s past.

Gimlet, a bookkeeper has been taken to the field by Inquisitor Tanner who he works under.

Also with them are acolytes / field agents Inpax and Invigilia.

They are hunting for a rogue psyker by the name of Serafina, who they have a reason to believe is hiding in the village of Limestow.

Tanner gives instructions to find Serafina to his acolytes, leaving Inpax in charge, so off they go.

Apparently Gimlet has been taken here because he is possibly from this place, so Inpax asks him to show the way.

They go visit a tavern of sorts and meet an elderly woman named Tina Fey, who denies ever seeing a psyker, until Inpax threatens her, and she says a strange woman went to the miller’s house.

Tina also asks Gimlet if she’s met him before as he seems familiar, but Inpax cuts that conversation short.

Before the miller’s house they visit one more house where they meet a young woman named Amelia and her son Ivan Jr.

She mentions that people in Limestow are pretty suspicious of Inquisitor’s folk as last time they visited some people who probably shouldn’t have died, died.

The miller’s house’s door is locked and bolted, so Inpax shoots through it.

Invigilia rounds the corner to see if someone is trying to escape.

The miller’s house is empty, but Gimlet points out that someone has recently escaped through the window. Inpax pursues this person (turns out to be the miller) and shoots him down.

Gimlet spots the psyker trying to make an escape through the gathering crowd of villagers.

All the acolytes give pursuit, but Invigilia trips Inpax up.

Inpax berates the villagers for letting the psyker escape.

Tanner calls Inpax and informs her that the psyker is dead and that the village will be burned down.

Inpax tries to argue, a bit, but there’s no arguing with Tanner, so she orders Gimlet to get out of there while she does the deed.

Secretly she lets the children of the village flee.

The rest burn or get shot down while escaping.

The trio meets up outside the village with Tanner who tells them that he is a bit disappointed, but glad that the psyker was got in the end.

He also reminisces about picking up Gimlet here some years ago.

Gimlet is quite green in the face and tries to take some space but Tanner warns him not to turn his back on him, and orders everyone back to ship.

Last time Saef’s player wasn’t present, so we do some minor catch-up with him.

For one unlike Gorm and Gimlet, he warned the AdMechs of the coming Inquisitor, explaining why Vivek had time to get away before the Inquisitor came.

He searches for information on servitors from Kuru’s memories and finds out that Vivek was just about half-way to servitor’ing before Eden got to him.

Saef also stays behind to talk with Eden about repairing Theo.

Eden asks how well he knew Theo, and when Saef admits that he didn’t know well at all, Eden suggests he find someone who did.

Apparently restoring a person is easier when you have some kind of a clue what kind of a person they used to be.

But restoring is quite possible, provided Eden gets a chance (and his arms back).

Eden also tells Saef to ask Vivek about servitors and Theo again, if they meet, as Eden suspects he might have some more clue about Theo.

He also gives an override code for the servitor that returns him to a resting state, as he suspects it might be more comfortable for him.

The talk is also of Felis Catus, Eden’s cat. Eden gives instructions to pick her up from his new base where she should be.

Gorm’s call to Fenris is fleshed out.

He calls a Longfang named Hjalmar and asks for permission to claim a servitor for the Space Wolves as he has some information relating to Snorri’s case.

Hjalmar is cool with it, although he reminds Gorm that despite owning a servitor he should still clean his own armor.

Hjalmar will have to see who’s the highest ranking officer he can get to sign the permission slip.

Gorm also asks for more mead and some acolyte weapons because he is ”bored” (ie needs to get some training weapons for Layla secretly).

At some point Gimlet comes to visit Saef.

He wants to talk about what happened with Snorri and Gorm back on the planet.

He says what Saef did was very brave and he’s very proud of him. Saef says thanks.

After Gimlet Gorm comes to visit Saef.

He wants to talk about what happened with Snorri back on the planet.

He says he’s disappointed in Saef and warns him not to get in between Gorm and dangerous people again.

Gorm and Gimlet accompany Saef to go pick up Felis Catus although both of them don’t have great memories about the cat in question.

In the building they find somewhat nervous Skitarius Ranger, who turns out to be named Iiris and a Sicarian Ruststalker by the name of Demir who is trying to grab Felis Catus with not much results.

Saef asks him to step aside so he can show how it’s done. It takes a while, but with patience Felis Catus comes to investigate and lets Saef pick her up.

She even lets Gimlet pat her a bit.

Our heroes decide to chat with the two AdMechs while they’re there.

Demir turns out to be the one technically in charge, what with their commander, sergeant and corporal all gone.

He’s not very happy about it.

Saef asks for Demir’s number in case he needs to contact him about the cat, Gimlet also volunteers to get his number.

In the end everyone gets his and Iiris’ numbers.

Doing a bit of mental math makes our heroes realize Demir is most likely one of the people who, like the sergeant, carries the Life Eater Virus.

This realization causes some discomfort into the situation, prompting Gorm to ask if he’s contagious.

It takes a bit for Demir to realize what they’re talking about. He’s not contagious, for the record, and doesn’t like to talk about the situation.

With the cat in tow, our heroes head to Pavis 8M2, colloquially known as Orchard Mountain.

Upon Cayenne’s instruction our heroes teleport down to the village of Orange Grove.

The area is mountainous and has some snow, which prompts much joy from Gorm who immediately starts a snowball fight.

Gimlet tries to step in between Saef and the projectiles, but since that doesn’t seem to be working, he goes to take a look around.

Almost immediately Gimlet finds a man in black and ivory Space Marine armor, eating an apple and investigating some leaflets.

He introduces himself as Sergeant Revan Adil of Sable Swords and offers Gimlet an apple.

He asks what Gimlet’s business is on this planet, and he more or less says he’s a tourist.

Revan says it’s probably best not to linger on this planet, as there might be trouble on the horizon, though he’s not keen on elaborating for civilians.

Gimlet points out Gorm to him.

Upon noticing there’s another Space Marine present, Gorm immediately stops the playing around in snow and comes to greet Revan.

Turns out there’s some Sable Swords and some Triplex Phall AdMechs on the planet, and the worry is that the whole system might be in for some Tyranid-trouble if not taken care of.

Gorm asks for Revan’s number so they can keep each other updated on the situation.

While Revan is typing in his number to Gorm’s ancient phone, a squad of AdMechs arrive, led by a tech-priest who introduces himself as Z47r.

Revan leaves with him.

Gimlet gives his apple to Saef.

Our heroes have some time, so each do some clue hunting.

Gorm spots a boy of maybe five years planting something in a garden, and goes to ask him if he’s seen any Wolves.

No wolves, says the boy, named Navi Jr., but an AdMech came by to ask about Wolves and immediately fled upon seeing the other AdMechs.

He was a short guy who smelled strongly of cigarettes.

Navi Jr. asks if he should tell someone about the AdMech, but Gorm says it’s enough he told Gorm.

Gimlet spots a map of the area.

Apparently there’s a pilgrim’s path going up the mountain that they will also take, and it goes through the ruins of a village named Limestow, the name being crossed out on the map.

Gimlet finds an old couple to talk to, named Helga and George. He wants to ask about Limestow.

George doesn’t remember about Limestow but Helga reminds him that his sister Tina died when the place was burned, which devastates George.

Gimlet asks if anyone from Limestow is still alive, and Helga says her eyesight isn’t good enough to recognize Limestow folk, but apparently Pomegranate Blossom, a local rogue trader might know.

She lives in an estate near Limestow.

Saef finds himself a local ganger, also dressed in a leather jacket and camo-pants, and asks if she knows anything what’s up at Dew Mountain, the neighboring planet, and Saef’s home planet.

Revan telling our heroes that Dew Mountain might also be in some trouble kinda worries him, so some current news might be of use.

The news he gets don’t seem to be anything good though, the gangs on Dew Mountain have been disappearing one by one, ending up dead, as servitors or just plain missing, like someone is trying to systematically eradicate the gangs of the planet.

Why Dew Mountain specifically and why now, the ganger can’t say, but she warns Saef to stay out of the planet.

Saef wishes her well and to take care.

Our heroes meet up at town square and sorta share what they found out.

Gorm says he knows Vivek is on the planet, which probably means Uffe is too.

Gimlet merely says he wishes to stop by a ruined town on their way up towards Pomegranate Estate.

Saef says nothing.

And that’s all for today folks! Next time some pilgrim’s path traveling and maybe reaching Pomegranate Estate.

#nemo roleplays #wag rp #wag rp writeup #this also should be about threeish sessions #we'll see #anyway i got some cool things planned #and after that it's a complete blank as far as what heroes gon do next #ill worry about that once we get there #campaign tag: things go pear shaped

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officially-tonynat-shrine · 6 years

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Your Idiot (Sam Wilson x Reader)

A/N: Hello, beautiful people and welcome to another episode of Pavi tries too hard. Guys, I've never been so proud of something but here we are, my second one shot and I'm feeling all sorts of emotions. Fkshja, if you are still reading this then tHaNK yOu for staying. This is for @writingcroissant Tori's challenge, which was due like 20 days ago!!!!!!

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader

Words: 963 // Warnings: one swear, that's it. I swear.

Prompt: Don't get up! I'll do it. (Prompt will be in bold)

Summary: Sam is an adamant twat and he always wins.

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The gentle sunlight streamed into the room through the open window just as Sam entered. He halted at the door, taking in the view in front of him. The bedroom looked quite ordinary. Nothing out of the blue. His eyes wandered around the room and decided to stop, as always, on you. Sleeping on the king sized bed just below the window, you looked at peace. Beautiful when at peace, is what everyone told you. Never had once Sam agreed. For him, you were always a goddess. Heavenly, he would argue.

A small smile graced his features as he leaned on the door, hands crossed. He did not move. Not even when you stirred in your sleep and unknowingly faced him.

Natasha said he was whipped. But Sam, being the romantic he was, would always correct her. He was in love.

His eyes sparkled as he traced your movements. The small smile turned into a smirk. He walked in and sat beside you, the bed dipping in. He closed his eyes and taking your hand in his, he kissed it softly. He opened his eyes and softly tucked some stray strands of hair behind your ear.

"Are you going to speak or are you going to stay like that?"

He squeaked as you raspily spoke.

"Woman, you're going to be the death of me." He mocks a gasp and places a hand over his heart. The other hand, you notice. One is still holding yours. You giggle sheepishly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Quite good, now. I'll be up and about in a few hours." You smirk at the thought of finally being able to run around the Tower wrecking havoc again. Bed-rest sucked.

Sam frowned a bit.

"Are you sure, darlin'?" He whispered sweetly.

You broke eye contact with him trying to focus. God, two years together and you still stuttered around him.

"Sweetheart?" His voice broke your reverie.

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. I'm pretty sure. Why are you asking?"

"Your wounds, they're not yet fully healed are they?"

How can he even scrunch his eyebrows so much?! Moreover, how the fuck does he look so goddamn cute?!

You shook your head, trying to concentrate.

"They aren't, but they'll be soon. Don't worry, Sam."

"Baby, you of all people should know that I'm more of a mother-hen than Mr. Righteous Steven."

You snorted at his jab on Steve. Yawning a bit, you get up and stretch.

"It's okay, honey. I'll be fine." You smile at him and remove the blanket covering you.

Honey. He was your honey. You had always called him honey. And it always muddled his brain. He'd probably stop eating hot dogs if it meant that you'll call him honey while smiling that breathtaking smile.

"No. No, no, no, no. No. You're still not recovered properly. You ain't getting up from here." He placed a hand on your shoulder and another on your waist and pushed you gently back into the bed.

"But Sam," you whined, stretching the 'a', "Helen told me I'm okay to move."

"Absolutely not. I want my queen to be hundred percent healed."

"Sam," you hissed trying to hide your giddy smile. How the fuck were you supposed to argue with such a smooth talker?

"Alright, let's negotiate."

You stared at him. You knew the look on his face. He was certainly up to something.

"Sam, whatever tricks you have up your sleeves you better leave them there." You warned him.

He smirked. That little shit actually smirked.

"Don't tell me you are afraid to negotiate, princess."

"You damn well know that I don't back down from a challenge, Wilson." You growled.

He stared at you with that stupid shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Sam knew that you'd do anything to wipe that grin off his face. Any minute now.

"Fine," you pouted. Crossing your arms you leaned further into your pillow. "What do you propose?"

"Well, I have two things in my mind but let's just go with the first one. It's easier."

You beckoned him to continue.

"Do twenty push ups."

"What?!"

"You heard me, honey."

"But babe, I am still recovering! I'll pull a muscle!"

He knew that your back and legs were badly hurt during the mission. If he made you do push ups it'll- Oh, that little twat.

Sam was outright grinning. You knew what was coming.

"Ah, see. You said it yourself. You are still recovering. So no getting up."

You grumbled. Poking your tongue out you looked away.

"Ah, come on, baby. You know I hate it when you're angry at me." Sam coaxed.

When he got no reply he climbed on the bed and moved closer to you.

Snaking his arms around your waist, he pulled you closer to him. He rested his head in the crook of your neck.

"Babygirl?" He whispered. "Come on, love. I just want to see you hurt again. Lord knows I almost had a heart attack during the mission."

You sighed as he peppered kisses on your neck. He snuggled closer (if that was possible at all) and kissed your cheek.

"Sunshine?"

You swore that at that moment you'd found your bliss. This was it. He had you surrendered to his charms just as much as you had him wrapped around your fingers.

"Okay, but!-" you stopped him from rejoicing, "only for today. Tomorrow, I am going to run around the Tower."

"As you wish, princess. If you want help in something, just call for me. Don't get up. I'll do it."

He gave you one last kiss before getting out of the bed.

"I'll be back with pancakes." He sang and strutted out of your room. You shook your head at his antics. You were so in love with your idiot.

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Edit: I'm tagging @irndad bc she had posted something abt wanting to write a Sam fic and my dumb ass thought that it was a Sam Wilson fic (it was actually abt a Sam Winchester fic, girl pls write it) but I'm a hoe so imma tag her. God I'm sweating rn. Thanks for reading the whole thing @irndad idk how you read it. I'm really nervous, god.

#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson one shot #marvel one shot #tori2k #your idiot

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