#the mechs are eating my brain please send help

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Hello!! Um, if it’s okay, could I ask for a RB Chase x reader? I’ve been drowning in college assignments lately and I barely have time to rest/eat :(( It’d be nice if it included some comforting <3

I hope this was okay, have a good day/night :> 🫶

I know that experience well, anon, so have this and good luck on your assignments!!

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The light of your desk lamp was nearly blinding at maximum brightness, but you didn't dare turn it down, and even made a point to keep it right over your notes for the most pronounced effect. For all the pain it caused your eyes, it was well worth it to stay awake. You didn't dare drift off with so much more to do...

Alone in the bunker for privacy, you occasionally paused to check the time and found it increasingly disheartening, the late evening turning to early morning with so little progress to show for it. Between assignments that were presently due and studying for those that would be due layer, you weren't sure you'd ever be finished with your work. Your primary comfort was in knowing that you'd be able to sleep once it was done, and even if you only got a few minutes before you were needed for something else, you considered that more than enough. Just imagining closing your eyes for fifteen minutes sounded like heaven.

Between the exhaustion and your focus, you were very easily snuck up on, even by someone over fifteen feet tall who made no attempt to actually sneak.

"Y/N? Why are you-?"

Jumping like a startled cat and sending multiple papers flying, you turned to find Chase behind you, servos up in a disarming gesture. Letting out a sigh of relief, you felt your blood pressure drop as you sat back down. Your exhaustion must have made you jumpier than expected, as surprises from the bots had never frightened you so intently before. 

"Apologies. My intent was not to frighten you." Chase said with as much sincere guilt as his monotone could carry. Feeling guilty yourself, you massaged your tired eyes to try and meet his gaze without looking like a sleepless zombie, almost able to feel the bags forming beneath them.

"It's not you, Chase, I'm sorry I jumped." you replied as he kneeled down to speak at a more even level. Looking into his optics brought you a significant amount of comfort, which almost made you feel worse about how little time you had for this conversation. There was nothing you wanted more than to just relax and converse with the mech you loved, but you simply didn't have enough energy to split between him and all the work you still needed to get done. It didn't help that your traitorous brain was reminding you of how comfy it was in his arms...

"You appear... exhausted." he said plainly, hesitating before he settled on his usual bluntness. You'd have smiled if your body wasn't struggling just to sit up.

"I've got a lot of assignments to get done, so I've been pushing my bedtime back a bit." you explained, trying to play down your exhaustion while steering the conversation in a way that would allow you to politely get back to work. It was far too tempting to just forget everything and chat with the assignments being so incredibly boring, and with his presence being so wonderfully calming... you had to pinch yourself just to keep your head from dipping under its own weight. You must have been less convincing than you thought, because even Chase had to slightly lift a brow at your obvious underselling.

"It is three eleven AM, that is more than could reasonably be defined as a "bit", by any acceptable definition." he countered, gentle but firm in his refusal to back down. You wilted a little at how quickly you were seen through, but your dedication to your work refused to allow you a chance to surrender. There was a part of you that just didn't like being helped.

"Well... yeah." you conceded as your fried brain scrambled to think of what you could say. Of course Chase was worried, it was in his nature to fret, but you were determined not to admit you needed any kind of help when you were so confident no one else in your position would have needed it. Not meeting his gaze, you tried to smile in a manner you hoped would read as reassuring. "I'll get some sleep once this is done, I promise."

Chase bent down a little lower, getting more on your level and not bothering to hide he was looking you over. "You appear to need it most urgently right now." he said in summation, pushing you into more arguing even as a growing urge within you wanted nothing more than to submit. 

"Fair enough, but I just don't have the time. If any of these assignments are late-"

"Can you not request an extension on the deadline?" he interrupted, concern growing more evident as you leaned against your desk to stay upright. He hovered a hand by your side, and you took it instinctively for support, an act you immediately regretted once you felt the warmth of his armor against you. There was nothing you wanted more than to lean into him and let his considerable strength support you...

"I... I wouldn't want..." you couldn't even manage a rebuttal through the fog in your mind, and worse still, you didn't even have the energy to be upset about it any longer. The pages of notes and the spread of open books on your desk turned to a blur as you held on to the cruiser's arm, head resting against him as your eyelids grew heavier than stone.

"Could it be requested on your behalf?" he pressed further, offering his other hand to tilt up your chin. Like a cat, your neck went limp and you allowed him to support the weight of your head, your tired eyes meeting his optics as you managed a single word.

"Maybe?"

Softening his gaze, Chase let out a tiny sigh, speaking with a level of inflection that more fully conveyed his concern. "You need sleep, Y/N."

"Probably..." you conceded at long last, worn down more by his efforts in five minutes than you'd been by hours of your body demanding what it needed. There was no denying you'd pushed yourself to your limit, but you just couldn't bring yourself to go any further with his presence being so comfortable and your desk being so hard and unwelcoming. You thought fondly of the time you'd fallen asleep in his backseat during a long drive, and how safe you'd felt and how deeply you'd slept... There was nothing you wanted more.

"Definitely." he said to finish the argument. You actually helped him pull you to your feet, but when your tired legs wobbled under your weight he simply scooped you up and pulled you to his chassis, flicking off your lamp with remarkable dexterity. Being cradled in his arms drew a sigh of absolute relief past your lips, and it was almost impossible to stay awake as you felt his warm embrace all around you. Chase moved away from your little workstation and moved quietly through the bunker, his voice a distant but pleasant echo that barely reached you. "I cannot access your bedroom, but the couch has blankets and pillows."

You felt the plush fabric of the couch meet your body like a cloud, and when you instinctively reached to tuck yourself in the cruiser beat You to it, delicately pulling a blanket over your body before he slipped a pillow under your head. A final burst of stubborn independence compelled you to assure him the extra effort was unnecessary. "You don't have to do this, Chase."

"I know." he confirmed softly. There wasn't enough in you to reply, but before the bliss of long overdue sleep took you away you were aware of being tucked in and the blurry image of a rare smile, his words reminding you there was nothing you needed to face on your own.

"But I want to."

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[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter 3

Here's chapter three. I'll keep this short. Let me know what you think. If you like this chapter and want to be added to my tag list, please let me know. Reblogs are most welcome, it lets others view my work. Comments are even better, it lets me know I'm doing a good job-we all need validation once in a while.

Word Count: 3155

Warnings: Violence, language, Poe being cute.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

The cliffs are further than you originally thought. Your legs are cramping, throbbing. Poe lets you rest as long as he can but it’s still crucial to reach the elusive cliffs before dark.

He helps you over massive logs, crooked roots, down sharp hills. His hands are firm on your waist as he lifts you over fallen branches, they’re steady in yours as he helps you clamber over the gnarled roots.

He never once complains, never once tells you to get over it, never once makes you feel weak or useless. Every once in a while, he’ll glance over his shoulder at you, his pretty eyes lingering on your face for a second before smiling. You can feel his eyes on you as you stoop to gather the vegetation samples. He’s never intrusive, only giving his help when you request it.

“I’ve thought of another reason the bugs are so big.” You huff, hauling yourself over another massive branch.

“Tell me.” He wipes his forehead.

“The trees are so big, they’re pumping so much O2 into the air that the bugs can get big enough to take as much as they need in.”

“Come again?”

“Bugs have big tubes that intake oxygen through their skin to their organs, bypassing the need for lungs. In the places we’ve populated, the oxygen level is way down compared to this place. They’d die before the air ever gets to their organs.”

“How do you fit so much in that brain of yours?” He chuckles and you roll your eyes, clinging to his shoulders as he lifts you over another root.

Finally-finally, the base of the cliffs come into view and you let out a sigh of relief. The light is already getting dimmer, so you’re just barely in time. Then you take a second to look up at the sheer wall of rocks in front of you. It shoots straight up, higher than you can even see at this range. The edge disappears into the clouds and you know there’s no way you can climb to the top. You’ll have to find a way around.

But maybe, if there’s a natural cave system, the mechs can make a decent base inside.

You follow Poe along the wall, resisting the urge to drop your arms. Now that the end of your day is in sight, your shoulders feel tighter than ever after holding your holopad in front of you all day.

Up ahead. You can see the shadow darker than the rest surrounding it. Poe seems to already have spotted it, turning towards it. His head swivels around to glance at the forest behind you.

“How’s that gut, kid?” He tosses over his shoulder at you and you want to make a snide remark about being the same age. But you don’t.

“Hard to tell. Relieved at finding the cave. But.” You leave it hanging.

“But.” He agrees, turning towards the entrance of the cave. He digs into his bag, pulling out a torch. You take it from him, falling into step next to him.

“Poe,” you start, shining the light towards the back of the cave.

“We’ll just go back about two hundred feet, just to make sure it’s empty. Then we’ll camp at the entrance.” He promises, looking over at you. You nod and follow him back. The sharp pebbles littering the cave floor jab into the bottom of your feet, but complaining about it won’t do much good now.

Two hundred feet back and it’s clear, no bones, no signs of a nest. Good to camp in. Poe shoulders his long gun and turns towards you, taking your hand and leading you back to the mouth of the cave.

“I’ll go get some firewood, start setting up camp.” He says, squeezing your hand once before leaving the cave once more.

You glance nervously towards the darkness behind you, before starting to pull materials out of your bag. You manage to scrape out an even space for two sleeping bags and a campfire in the middle. You get the meal rations out just as he starts to come back with his muscular arms full of wood.

“Looks good.” He comments, dumping the hardwood off to the side. While he sets up the fire, your eyes are searching the trees across from the cave, the splintered shards of rock creating a beach almost, a boundary from the thick grass.

You can still hear the creaking and groaning from the trees. At some points, with the right echo, it’s almost as if they’re alive. The trees sound as though they’re moving, waking up as the last of the light disappears. The constant groans during the day were just them shifting in their sleep, now they’re ready to move.

Did they sense the presence of two tiny beings crawling around them? Are they coming for you now? Or are you too minuscule in comparison and therefore not worth the hassle?

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Poe asks, looking up from the crackling fire.

“What if the trees are alive?” You ask worriedly and he laughs, pushing himself to come over and stand behind you.

“Okay, you’re way too tense. The trees aren’t alive. The wind is picking up out there, I think the temperature is about to drop. It’s natural for wood to expand and contract as it shifts. And if they are alive? Well, they’re too fucking tall to get us in here. I didn’t cut any trees to get this wood, just picked up what was scattered around.” He promises, those big, warm hands settling on your shoulders. You tense at the sudden touch, but it’s Poe-he's not going to hurt you. He would never hurt you.

“I might be a little uptight.” You admit sheepishly.

“It’s all the lack of orgasming.” He teases.

You open your mouth to fire back, but then his thumbs press deliciously into the flesh of your back and shoulders, and you’re cut off with a strangled moan. He squeezes, and then drags his thumbs up towards your hairline, your head dropping forward onto your chest and electric arcs race along your spine. He alternates his thumbs, pushing in and stroking upward on either side of your spinal column. Heat spirals through you as he slowly, methodically works all the tight muscles out of your back and shoulders. All the stress from worrying, all the aches from carrying the heavy pack and your holopad all day.

“Poe-“ you groan and he chuckles, guiding you forward to lay face down on your sleeping bag.

“Relax. We’ll eat in a minute.” He says softly, his breath ghosting across the back of your neck. His hands are strong, manipulating your flesh to get all the knots out along your back. He uses his knuckles to work out the taut muscles between your shoulder blades, easing the tension out of the bands of overworked, under appreciated tissue. He drags his fingertips up into your scalp and the stretch of it is heavenly. He squeezes the tightly wound muscles at the base of your neck and it sends tingles all the way down your spine as your breath comes out in a woosh.

Your eyes drift closed, drowning in the feel of it. He slowly works his way down the outside on your arms, getting all the sore muscles and you have to roll your face into your blanket to stifle the noise. To his immense credit, he doesn’t say anything to make you feel bad or embarrassed. He just keeps working until you’re a boneless mess in front of him. His hands grip your open ones down by your hips as he pauses.

“I’d offer to massage your legs, but even I know that’s too far.” He says teasingly and it’s probably a good call. But then he mumbles something under his breath, a little too quiet for you to hear properly, but it almost sounds like “I know my own limits.”

You start to push yourself up, but he stops you. “I never said I was done. Your feet must be killing you if mine are any indication.”

“You’re not wrong.” You mumble, laying back down. You shift and roll over onto your back, feeling your spine release the last bit of tension and it cracks as you exhale fully.

He eases your boots off and you flex your toes, trying to prepare for the inevitable tickling as soon as he touches you. He grips your ankle, all firm touches as he sits and pulls your foot onto his knee.

He glances at your face, which holds some kind of look of distress. “Don’t worry, I remember. I’m not looking to get kicked in the mouth again.” He grins, easing your apprehension once more.

“Why are you so good at this?” You sigh, resting your head back.

“At massages? I’ve had lots of practice.” He says casually.

You snort, having no doubt. “I meant all of it, dummy. Being isolated like this, you’re not afraid, you’re not losing your mi-iiind.” You gasp as he digs his first knuckle into the heel of your foot.

“You’re not losing your mind.” He laughs, dragging it up through your arch, adding more pressure so it won’t tickle. “And I’m okay with it because of you.” He adds. “You said that the bugs are big because they don’t have to be fast for survival. So, honestly, we’re probably the most dangerous things here.”

“So, why am I all jittery?” You ask, toes flexing as he presses his thumbs into your arch. Maker, it feels good.

“I don’t know. Maybe you don’t trust me to have your back?” He says, and you know it’s a joke. He would never believe that, so you roll your eyes.

“You are such a jerk. I take it back. You’re the absolute worst.” You huff and he grins.

“You tell me, Y/N. What’s making you so on edge? Why are you so nervous? Don’t sugar coat or rationalize.” He prompts.

You think for a long minute. “The trees creaking? It’s always behind us. Never once has it come from in front of you. It’s always behind me. Sometimes, I felt like something was coming up behind us, not a butterfly or anything. But I’d turn around and there was nothing there, nothing I could see, anyway. And when we would stop for water, or because of my weak ass legs, I would feel eyes on me. Something was watching us, it felt wrong and dangerous. Predatory. Even though we might be the only sentient beings on this planet, I don’t think we’re the most dangerous. It doesn’t feel that way.” You shake your head.

He’s quiet for a long time, working out the arches of your foot. “Alright. We’ll stick together. No going off on your own to take a leak, or get some pretty flowers. If you go, I go. Understand? If you’re that freaked out, or sensing something that strongly, we stay together.” He says, meeting your eyes.

“Deal.” You agree. He finishes with your feet and you push yourself up, gesturing for him to lay down.

“What?” He asks.

“Your turn. Fair is fair, and you know I’m good at it.” You remind him and he chuckles, laying down for you. You straddle the back of his thighs as he lays face down on your sleeping bag and you start with the thickly corded muscles in his back. You work slowly, being just as methodical as he was. By the time you get to the base of his scalp with his thick, luscious dark hair, his breathing has evened out and it’s shallow. If he’s not already asleep, he will be soon. You work out the tension in his hands, spreading the tight muscles with the pads of your thumbs. He makes a soft noise and you smile down at him, brushing his soft hair out of his eyes.

You shift down to his feet, easing his shoes off, working the heels and arches until his soft snores reach you. You chuckle to yourself and lean over him, pressing a kiss to his big shoulder as you take his rifle and go to sit by the door of the cave for the first watch.

He sleeps for a while, the massage clearly helps. You eat your food while you watch the night bugs float by. They’re huge, but thankfully don’t seem interested in you. About halfway through the night, Poe jerks awake with a start, looking around.

“Over here.” You call, pushing yourself up.

“I can’t believe you let me sleep.” He mumbles, wiping his eyes before pulling you into a hug. You rest your head on his chest for a moment, listening to his heart, strong and steady, as he’s always been.

“Well, it would hardly be fair for me to lull you to sleep and then wake you up to take the first watch.” You grin. “Besides, you needed sleep.”

He pulls back and cups your face gently. “You okay?” He asks. That’s what you love about Poe, he’s never been shy. If he wants to touch you, he will. Holding hands, hugs, pushing your arm, guiding you through a crowd. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t particularly care for your boyfriend, or maybe that’s just who he is as a person. But you like the honesty of it. He’s never changed a part of himself to suit anyone else.

“Yeah. I didn’t shoot any bugs by accident.” You shrug and he grins.

“That’s my girl, keeping it together one thread at a time.” He teases and you laugh, dropping your head forward.

“Go get something to eat. I’m gonna go use the little girl’s tree and then get some sleep myself.” You yawn, handing him the gun back.

“Did you forget what I said already?” He rolls his eyes. “If you go, I go.” He nudges you towards the entrance. “Go pee. And then I can get food.”

“It's right there.” You complain.

“What if I’m over there, stuffing my face, and you’re over here with your pants down, and some bat the size of a bantha carries you off into the night? How am I supposed to make it back to the ship?”

“So, you’re admitting you’re useless without me?” You tease and he searches your eyes for a minute before straightening and walking past you, shoulders brushing softly.

“Yes.” He adds and you pump your fists in triumph, turning to follow him. He leads you to the nearest tree, and waits on the side facing the cave while you walk into the dark shadows. Admittedly, you’re much less brave now. It’s so dark, neither of the planet’s two moons are visible behind the cloud cover. The only light is from Poe’s flashlight.

You quickly unbuckle your pants and lean back against the tree, nerves rattled. Your bladder freezes, refusing to relax.

“What’s the hold up?” He asks.

“You’re listening.” You mutter, trying to coax it out by repeatedly tensing and relaxing your muscles.

“Seriously? Now you have stage fright? It’s not like I haven’t heard you go before.” He reminds you and you cover your face with a groan. Shit, he’s right. Just fucking do it.

“Can you just… like… five steps, that’s all I’m asking.” You please and he grumbles but stomps loud enough for you to hear him walk away. It takes another second, but finally, you go. Peeing against a tree is hard work when you have a vagina.

You take care of your business and buckle up, walking back around the tree to find Poe exactly where you left him, having not walked away at all. “Dirty, rotten trickster.” You mutter and he slings his arm around your shoulders.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“I’m not answering you. Good night.” You huff and turn to leave him at the entrance, before you pause and turn back. You quickly kiss his cheek and mumble a quick “eat something,” before walking away completely. The kiss was unprompted, and probably not very professional, but he very easily could have made you feel crazy earlier and didn’t.

You settle down on your sleeping bag in front of the fire, a chill sweeping through you. It’s not cold outside, but it could just be from being still for so long.

After a minute, you can hear him rustling through his bag and then the fire gets warmer in front of you. You smile and drift into unconsciousness.

In your dream, Poe is talking to you. You can’t quite hear what he’s saying, his words are muffled, and every once in a while, the crackling from the fire drowns him out. But his words are soft and gentle. His eyes are looking at your sleeping form, warm and melted chocolate in the light of the flames.

You move, ghost like, towards the opening, drawn to something outside. But the outside isn’t the same. There aren’t any trees as tall as the buildings on Coruscant. There’s white walls, smooth black floors; cold-sterile. A door hisses open to your right and you’re sucked through like a vacuum. This room is all black, red lights dot the walls sporadically and there are two uncomfortable looking contraptions in the middle, tables with metal straps, but upright and facing each other.

The floor drops out from under you and there are two men fighting with lightsabers, one a wicked looking double edged red blade, the other an elegant, cool blue. The one with the red saber, his face is horrifying, red and black streaks down his face and dangerous horns protruding from his bald head. The other man is young, short reddish hair, cream colored robes. They’re fighting for their lives around a massive return tunnel in the center of the floor.

A big gust of wind blows you down the tunnel and you cry out, rolling to a stop in the middle of the trees. You don’t know where you are, all the giant landscape looks the same. Your heart is pounding wildly as you turn around. Something is definitely alive, definitely evil.

As you turn, you spot your best friend, your partner, your commander. He’s fighting someone. You can’t see who, they’re just a dark shape-an outline. “Poe!” You cry out, trying to move through the dense foliage to get to him, to help him!

The shadowy figure pulls a knife out of thin air and plunges it into Poe’s chest, dead center. His warm brown eyes flick over to you as you scream, the earth trembling with your anger. The shadowy figure pulls the knife slowly from his chest and then stabs it up through his jaw, into his soft palate, piercing his brain. You scream, feeling your entire being shake apart at the molecular level, dispersing into the wind as Poe slumps to the ground, unmoving.

Chapter Four

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[signedaiko]

I would love a match up in mtmte please ! (If possible, could I have one from the con side and bot side? If only just one, then u have no preference) I'm in my late twenties ; non-binary ; 5'3 ; chubby but strong ; I have an undercut but with long black curly hair on the top ; tan ; I do winged eyeliner ; I wear dark red sunglasses ; I often wear two necklaces and a few rings ; sometimes I use a cane to walk ; I speak english/Spanish ; I'm very competitive ; I'm often looked up to as a leader even if I dont always want to take that charge ; I love learning about history ; oddly enough I enjoy writing essays ; I'm a game dev teacher ; i also stream video games ; horror films are my favorite genre to watch and work on ; I can make people laugh easily ; I have fatigue so I'm often a sleepy lad but caffeine helps keep me awake (oops have an addiction lmao) ; I probably have undiagnosed ADHD ; I'm great with animals ; I love astronomy and watch science documentaries for fun (I often go to bed listening to them... quantum physics as a bed time story anyone?) ; true crime podcasts are a recent interest of mine ; I sing a LOT and make up my own songs ; I talk with my hands ; I have to constantly be shaking my leg(s) otherwise I will go feral ; I often tell me friends I love them ; I'm not allowed to be around cats because I WILL lose all my brain cells and love them ; i don't bar hop I restaurant hop ; UHM ok I think about a good summary about me and appreciate you taking time to do this ! (Good luck with your book challenge btw!) 💖

You got…Ultra Magnus + Krok!

[With Ultra Magnus] You seem very adept at all kinds of skills that lean towards intelligence or academia, which leads me to believe you caught this mechs heart, and it's a two package deal with Minimus. One unique trait in your relationship would be his love letters hidden in those essays and the ones you would send back. No one would expect anything but boring droning in them, which makes it the perfect hiding place for some lovey-dovey. True crime is something you don't need a podcast for; Ultra Magnus is more than happy to discuss various court cases he has overseen and dictated. From the absolute mundane to a killer of thousands, he has got you covered. He has learnt to gift you various morning drinks from all around the universe, from teas to powders to coffees or hot chocolates, and with each one he has a whole talk about the history of it from where it came from.

~~~~~~~~~ [With Krok] The first thing that jumped out at me was your sense of unwanted leadership. You both share that trait significantly. Krok finds it nice to have someone else around who can take the lead whenever he is overwhelmed or uncertain, a second voice of reason when he can't decide how to save their asses for the third time that day. The leader would totally restaurant hop with you, opting to try new kinds of food that you can eat utilizing his holoform. Eventually, he got around to bringing you some cooking items to follow some alien recipe books together. He never understood the fascination with stars seeing as he has spent so much time around them, but that doesn't stop him from finding a room on the ship with a large window straight above the bed. He doesn't really stargaze, but he does like gazing at you while you do.

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Authors Note - I was stuck between Deathsaurus and Krok for con, so I hope I picked the better choice! Also, you seem like such a fantastic person; I call this 'stop myself from trying to befriend all my anons.'

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[ask-asuka-x-shinji]

Right. Several days ago on my personal, I said i had a decent idea for an Eva fic and if It was gonna go anywhere i’d post a preview here. This is very much a preview version of chapter one, while I try and remember what I did with my Ao3 account’s password I’m gonna really clean it up and add a lot more dialogue and a probably another scene or two. Also this is very much not the verse I RP Shinji and Asuka in, I’m using mostly different headcanons for this. Mari Ikari the protag, her friend Hana and her yet to appear love interest Wing were all created specifically for this idea. 

I’m Mari Akahime Soryu-Ikari, age 14, student at Tokyo 3 City Middle School class 2-A hobby Kendo special skill artistic composition, yes it’s a very long, rather stupid name. Mari after a friend of my late grandmother’s and Red Princess because I have my mom’s bright red hair and it was her own stupid nickname as a kid, not sure how either of us would qualify to be called princess though my understanding is mom was wild and violent as a kid and i’m pretty rough looking myself.

My mom drives me really crazy, I have the great distinction to be the daughter of former child genius and ‘great foreign beauty’ Asuka Langley Soryu, a woman with two children and no idea in the slightest how to do housework, no actually it’s probably that she has no interest in ever learning. Shortly after my brother was born my dad left the military to become a musician full time, he usually works from home but occasionally he goes on tour like he has been the last few days leaving us in her care. I think even my dad just wants to get out of this house now and again. I really don’t want German food in my lunch box, it’s bad enough being German without eating meat and root sandwich spreads. The stupid penguin doesn’t even find that crap edible. She’s not even awake yet, i’m make my own lunch! 

Our current house is actually pretty nice. Well equipped kitchen, my brother and I both have our own bedrooms, I can easily make a few decent rice balls to avoid my mom’s cooking. 

“Good morning, you’re up early you don’t have extra practice this morning do you?” And there she is, not dressed fully and yawning like she didn’t even sleep to begin with, she has work at the same time whether dad’s here or not. I bet she played video games all night, again. Asuka Langley Soryu-Ikari, Age 29, Professor of Theoretical Evolution Tokyo 3 College of Sciences, hobby mixed martial arts, special skill, being a pain. 

“I’m making lunch, if I didn’t you’d send me to school with something weird and you know it.” 

“Well how much is lunch from the school store, it can’t be more than...”

“No! We can’t be so careless with finances, i’m old enough to make my own lunch and one for Eren, you need to get dressed and shower and so forth! You should be the responsible one here mom, so don’t you anything stupid like standing here all morning arguing with me.”

“Hey! I need to make some coffee. You should try doing a job that mostly grading papers when you’re an adult, it screws over your brain.”

“Whatever. I think other things have screwed with your brain from your youth.” 

“oh Clappe!” She squeezes by me to get the electric kettle while pouting like a teenage girl and muttering under her breath. 

She had me very young. What’s probably way too young as you could tell from our ages. I know people like to whisper about it when they think neither of us are listening. Everyone says that she had a breakdown that ended in getting pregnant, but clearly she got better, better enough to get that ridiculous doctorate in a field that no one else understands, while dad never even went to college. But her mother had been famous scientist all the Soryu’s had been for years and years so she wanted to follow in their legacy. She’s such a pain. Although grading papers from students who can’t follow you must be a pain I can’t begin to understand what she’s supposed to be teaching.  

It isn’t long before i’ve got those lunches made and get my brother out the door.  Hana is already waiting for me outside. Hana Aida is probably my closet friend and has been since we were little. She’s a giant robot fangirl and knows probably more about NERV then my parents who actually worked there. Her cousin is pretty much the same and has been dad’s friend since school although he’s even more out there than she is. People used to call her a freak, but then I got in the habit of beating them senseless and they stopped, of course I got into trouble but also every time I did, my mom was actually incredibly proud of me. 

“Red and Little Eren, a good morning to you on another average 90 degree day in Tokyo’s useless autumn, time to work our buts off at school and suffer for it huh?” Hana starts out with.

“My teacher said there is no Autumn in East Asia.” my brother replies confused before he frowns and turns to walk the other way to kindergarten not staying around for an explanation but still confused. 

“I think he usually doesn’t understand a word of what you say Hana just don’t take it too personally.”

“I don’t.” She really didn’t did she? 

“So what are your plans for tonight Red? Do you have more babysitting or can you come over? I could use your eye for detail, you are a born artist.” 

I should probably avoid leaving my mother and brother alone together for too long if I can, but really he’s too young to mind her so it should be fine, it’s not like she’s dangerous just absent minded. She won’t feed Eren penguin food or leave him unattended so it should be fine to hang out after school, it’s not like this hasn’t happened before and isn’t just a constant part of life. 

“I’ve got nothing pressing and it would be nice to get out of the house. What do I need to get?” 

“Now now, I’ve got everything technical, that’s just who I am after all... if such a thing exists for the creation fan art, Ohana Aida has it, or is gonna barrow it from a relative.” 

I think she’s just being nice to a degree. Even if our house is pretty nice now and everything, When i was younger the three of us lived in a one room apartment that my dad had as a NERV officer and when I was born apparently we are all crammed into one bedroom of Colonel Katsuragi’s old place. It’s easy to not realize exactly how bad off you are as a kid, but when you get older you realize how stupid that is. How innocent you were not to see makes you angry or at least it makes me angry. Family pride doesn’t pay any bills and I can’t say the Soryu family has anything else. 

And like that, I didn’t pay attention to my classes and the day is very much over. I need to relax and I feel like hitting something or someone, I promised Hana I'd hang out, so not hitting anyone. 

I guess I should explain since I didn’t earlier what Hana and I actually do, I get so fed up with my family that this narrative is suffering. Like I said my special skill is artistic composition and Hana writes some really bad manga so I’ve been helping with cover art and the like for awhile now... of course you probably have guessed that’s not entirely it. 

A basic benefit of being the daughter of the two of the first actual Mech pilots to ever live is a family resemblance. The type that allows you to model both your parents to you’re mech nerd friend for her art. A decent wig and contacts later and if you didn’t know I might as well be Rei Ayanami we basically have the same face after all. 

It’s never actually bothered me that Hana does this or that I’m helping. Only A handful of people actually know what it was like back then and my parents certainly aren’t talking about it to me. Dad says they met on the deck of a battleship I’ve heard only a few million times that they had some kind of rivalry over who was the better pilot. But specifics? It might as well be the stories from Hana’s comics, so helping is...  a way to see Dad how he used to be. 

Of course, the tsundere girl with the catch phrase ‘don’t be so stupid’, and a firm belief in the bright future that the UN represents for humanity can not be my mom, no way, I sort of like that versions, of course I helped write her and sadly enough based upon myself. 

It’s late by the time, I actually feel brave enough to come come. 

“I’m back, Hanna says hi and wants to borrow some clothes, should I get started on dinner or are we eating something weird yet again? next time please have said leave us dinners.” no reply, the lights are on. I finish taking my shoes off and... and both my mom and little brother are curled up on the floor of the living room fast asleep, the TV still on. She really didn’t sleep last night did she? They’ll be awake when they smell dinner. 

“...Misato put some actual clothes on, don’t stand there like that for Shinji to see and don’t fix us anything weird for dinner just order a pizza like a normal person... what? are you stupid, there’s nothing traditional about instant anything...uh...” and I heard all of that, she’s sleep talking and probably has been.. of course you could guess that’s not why i’ve stopped dead, that actually might as well have been me complaining couldn’t it? best not to admit i heard anything and walk slowly away to start cooking. Right...

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Ninjago Movie: “Different POV” - Jay’s Rescue  Mission

Just After the Attack of Meowthra

Previous Chapter: The Ultimate Destruction (The Ninja’s Point of View of Meowthra’s Attack and Destruction of Their Mechs)

A few more sparks flew as Nya desperately tried to get her comms up and running. Seeing Lloyd’s mech fall like that, it made it feel like hope was lost. All she hoped was that all her friends were okay as well. Whatever attacked her must have attacked the other ninjas, and if she was in this circumstance, then the others may be in similar ones. She had to signal to someone to free her, especially with-

With one last connecting wire, the comms popped and crackled before static returned to her mech. “YES!” Nya cried out. She hit the button with a cry on the tip of her tongue before the ground and mech abruptly shook with a single powerful force.

As she recovered from the quake, Nya slowly peered up and out of her mech. Sitting up with a tail the length of a building wrapped delicately around its paws large enough to crush five people, the threat of Ninjago City stared with huge pools of black at one of Nya’s Strider legs broken and hanging in the air.

“A giant cat?” Nya gasped with awe. “Where did the….” Suddenly her memory of The Ultimate Weapon returned. “The Ultimate Weapon called the… oh, Lloyd,” she grumbled. She continued to stare at the cat who continued to stare at her mech.

A spark shot off of the leg of the cat’s interest. The giant black pools in the cat’s green eyes got bigger. A small smile instinctively grew on Nya’s lips; she had to admit that was kind of cute. Suddenly the cat crouched in a pouncing position, eyes still fixed on the leg. “Uh oh-“ Nya began to speak as the cat playfully launched itself onto the leg before falling on its back to paw the leg from the ground.

Nya went to her comms with her heart pounding. The cat’s face was so close to where she hid in her cockpit, but she was in so much more danger than before. “Mayday! Mayday! Code…red? Code red- oh what am I saying- SOMEONE PLEASE! IF YOU ARE HEARING THIS THE CAT HAS GOT MY MECH PLEASE HELP ME!”

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Jay felt his feet touch the ground and he tore the bookbag from his body. “I’m alive!” He shouted (to nobody, really) before his ignorance took him by surprise in the form of a giant parachute landing on top of him. “Seriously?” Jay groaned from under the slick sheet. “I thought this only happened in comedies….”

It took him a few seconds, but eventually the sheet was a muddled pile on the road next to him. “Take that! Nobody takes out the-“

“Mayday! Ma---ay! Code---Code red----am I ---”

Jay turned to his jet, where his surprisingly working comms were broadcasting something from Nya. He dashed over to hear the rest of the call.

“---saying---PLEASE!! IF----HEAR THIS----CAT----GOT MY MECH---HELP ME----”

Nya was in trouble! Heart pounding, Jay looked around in panic. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh…” he muttered in panic.

Finally he saw what he needed. On the bridge near him, there was a car running but empty. The people must have fled in fear of the giant cat suddenly appearing. “Perfect!” Jay shouted as he rushed over to it. He passed the drivers seat, where the keys were sticking out of the ignition, and went straight to the back, where a blue bicycle was hooked onto the back of the car. “I’ll borrow this…” he muttered as he took it off. He quickly hopped on and peddled down the road to where he remembered Nya’s mech had crashed.

It didn’t take long, but he did pass a few scared citizens who were cowering behind cars and in the alleys between buildings that seemed like they were ready to topple. He saw a few shark soldiers but he couldn’t deal with them – Nya needed help.

He turned the bike so sharply that a black streak was painted on the street behind him. The corner flew past him but that’s not what made him screech to a halt. With a jerk, Jay braked as hard as he could, his eyes wide in fear at what he saw.

A ‘giant’ cat was an understatement. The creature that was pawing at Nya’s mech was the size of the buildings that stood next to him. Not one mech that Lloyd has built could ever stand against something of that size. Jay knew fear-he felt it constantly- but this was entirely different. It was a feeling of dread. Of a loss of hope. He had to save Nya from something of that size? It could eat him like it was swallowing a pill.

His eyes dragged from the cat to Nya shaking quietly in her cockpit of her mech. She didn’t see Jay, but it was obvious that she too was frozen in her spot. If he didn’t act soon, she might get crushed by her own mech if the cat was to, dare say, just nudge the leg a little too far and turn the mech upside down.

“Think Jay, think!” He clutched his hood in frustration. Maybe he didn’t have the strength to move the cat, but maybe his brains did. He looked around quickly, trying to find something that could unravel into an idea.

He looked at something at the wrong angle and a bright light blinded him for a second. After blinking, he realized it was just a shiny piece that had fallen off of Nya’s mech reflecting the sun into his eyes. Muttering his annoyance, he looked away when the weirdest feeling of deju vu hit him like a baseball to the forehead.

Earlier he was blinded by The Ultimate Weapon, a light that attracted the cat. Cats like shiny things. Cats like shiny lights, like the red light from the Tower that caused the cat to total all of their mechs.

He got an idea, a crazy one. Trying hard not to dwell on how dangerous this was for him, he hopped over some broken pieces on the street and dashed to the shiny disk from Nya’s mech. With a deep breath, he lifted it up and then pointed it at an angle from the sun. As he guessed, a bright reflecting light appeared on a building near the cat’s eyesight.

The cat froze. So did Jay’s heart.

Nya noticed the cat’s reaction and looked over at the cat. Seeing the reflecting light, she turned back to the street where Jay was awkwardly holding the shiny piece. Their eyes locked, Nya’s full of fear yet brimming with amazement, and Jay’s full of fear and…well, just fear.

Jay rotated the disc so that the light moved across the building. The cat’s eyes tracked it like it was prey. “Come on….” Jay hissed. “Get up….”

The cat’s ear flicked and its nose twitched, but other than that it sat still on it’s back. Even its paw remained frozen in the air.

With a quick twist, Jay moved so that the light appeared on a different building. The cat flinched this time, the pupils widening further. Catching on, Jay began to move quicker with moving his disc so that the light began to move farther away more rapidly.

The cat put it’s paw down and tensed, making Jay shake some. He actually felt the ground shake with just the simple gesture of the paw hitting the ground. Swallowing his fear (or at least some of it) he tilted the disc down as fast as he could to make the light vanish. He braced himself for the cat to get up and dash down the road, but there was nothing. He slowly looked over and saw that the cat was staring right back at him.

He almost peed his pants. The cat must have followed the quick vanishing of light to where Jay was, and now the cat had locked onto a shiny new toy. Beyond terrified and breaking away from being petrified, he lifted the piece above him. “You….you want it!! Get it!” He turned and threw it as far as he could.

It landed about ten feet away from his feet. “Crap,” he muttered.

He felt the ground shake. As he turned to see what the cat was doing, he felt all of his nerves go on high alert.

The cat was diving for the piece but aiming for where Jay was standing.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Jay shrieked and hit the street, hoping the cat would land around him and not on him. Luckily, none of its paws landed on him, but the contact of the cat hitting the ground around him sent him flying to the side, hitting his body full force on the side of a building.

Even though that hurt like nothing he’s felt before, he scrambled to his feet and ran back to where Nya’s mech is.

Or was.

Instead of laying on the street, the mech was now sticking out of a building a block or so away from where it was just laying. The cat must have used its back legs to send it up and slamming into the building the way it did. “NYA!” Jay screamed, and forgot all about the cat that was clawing at the small piece in the road behind him. He took off down an alley until he was just under the building where the mech has crashed. “NYA!! ARE YOU OKAY?”

“I’m fine, Jay.”

With a scream of surprise, he turned around to see Nya leaning her back up against a car. Her suit was a little banged up, but she was still stunning. He felt his mouth remain open as he looked back up to the mech, where the glass was now cracked but popped out, leaving a good gap for Nya to have slipped out. Clearing his throat, Jay tried to play it off cool. He turned back to her trying his hardest to wear a cool expression. “Oh.. I see-“

Nya was already wrapping her arms around him. “You were so awesome!” she cried with astonishment in his ear. “You totally saved me.”

He felt like his stomach had just eaten his heart. He felt a giddy grin spread across his face but when his eyes focused on something ahead and to the right, the stomach threw the heart back up.

“Nya!” he shouted, forcing Nya to recoil and turn. She gasped. “Cole!” both Jay and Nya cried out together. They took off together as well, dashing through the rubble to the building where the Earth Mech was planted into. It was upside down with the huge wheel still spinning. Smoke curled off of it and into the sky. Nya and Jay stopped under it. “COLE!” Jay screamed. “ARE YOU OKAY!”

“PLEASE BE ALIVE!” Nya called up.

Jay gave her a weird look. Nya felt the dirty look and shrugged. “What, I’m a realist.”

“No….no no no no nooooo….”

They both refocused their gaze up at the cockpit, where it was impossible to see if Cole was in there or not. They both heard him just then, but a series of ‘no’s’ were not the greatest sign.

“WHAT’S WRONG!” Jay called up.

“ARE YOU DEAD?” Nya added.

With a look of both confusement and disgust, Jay hissed, “He literally just said no multiple times, like just now.”

Nya threw her hands up in an annoyed defense. “He might’ve just died.”

There was a clang from above as headphones wired to the mech sailed out, before swinging back, clinking against the metal. They both looked up in surprise.

Cole’s head poked out, his ninja hood still on like the other two. “My records are all toast.” He spat down with his huge eyebrows knitted very close together.

Relief rushed over both Nya and Jay. Cole climbed out and slid to the ground, landing on his feet with a thud. His expression was not one of relief to see his friends, it was one of being pissed at one unspoken friend.

That didn’t stop Jay from giving Cole a bear hug though. “I’m glad you are okay!” he spoke into Cole’s shoulder, but Cole hadn’t let go of his tragic loss yet. “Years…Years I spent making those. Gone. All gone.”

Nya crossed her arms. “So, now what?”

There was a hesitation. Jay looked around, as if he expected to see Zane or Kai pop up somewhere. “We...need to regroup somewhere. I’m sure Master Wu knows what to-“

“A giant cat, Jay?” Cole snapped suddenly. Jay shut his mouth instantly. “There is a giant cat loose. Master Wu can’t possibly know how to stop a cat like that. It’s not like there’s another Ultimate Weapon or something.”

Silence fell over the three of them again. Jay flinched when some more sparks shot off of Cole’s mech. “Well, regardless if Master Wu can help us or not, we should go to the docks. That’s where the other two would head anyway.” Nya took charge and then gestured for them to follow.

“You mean three, right? And Lloyd?” Jay called out as he followed Nya and Cole.

Cole didn’t even turn to him. “Look around Jay. This is all Lloyd’s fault.”

As they broke into a run, Jay couldn’t help but listen. Collapsed buildings, streets broken or fallen, people hiding in fear… it was Lloyd’s fault. He wanted to think that maybe Lloyd had a good reason to use- wait, what was he thinking? Lloyd turned off his comms, stole from Wu, and then accidently unleashed a cat the size of the city on the city. Not to mention that his friends almost died.

How could he forgive Lloyd now?

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