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meaningofaeons · 11 months

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-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ mr. cold feet

⊹ character(s) - sampo koski ⊹ word count - 1.8k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, spoilers for belobog museum event (opportunity makes the thief p4), reader is NOT trailblazer!!!, but they ARE part of the silvermane guards!, reader and sampo are implied to be in a ... complicated relationship, suggestive? making out ig counts as suggestive but obviously still sfw within reason /ᐠﹷ ‸ ﹷ ᐟ\ﾉ

I am once again here 2 apologize for no majesty update... I just finished the event as soon as I was well enough to get up and I... had to. I love hate love to hate and love sampo (=^-ω-^=) enjoy! also sorry this got more suggestive than I expected it to.... (=♡ ᆺ ♡=)

"Oh... I mean, oh! Oh, haha! If it isn't my favorite Silvermane Guard in the entire world, my dear Y/N~"

"Cut the chitchat, Sampo." You crossed your arms, unimpressed. "Really? I thought you mentioned a 'new lease on life' after the whole saving Belobog thing. You're still running cons?"

"Come, now, no need for that! I daresay it was fate that brought us—"

Sampo trailed off weakly at the sight of you bringing out a pair of cuffs, sweat visibly dripping down his temple.

"—...together... again..."

He chuckled warily, opting for a wisecrack.

"Well, I'm certainly open to hearing you out on your bedroom preferences—after all, Sampo Koski is nothing if not flexible, if you catch my drift—but don't ya think this is a little sudden, sweetheart? I mean—"

You advanced on him, scowling, and he visibly leapt back, arms up.

"W-Woah, woah, cool the jets! I know you've got your duty to do, all of that, hehe, and believe you me I know how dedicated you are! 'S one of the things I love about you—"

"I'm not being bought this time, Sampo Koski. Arms behind your back."

"Come on, just hear me out! Please, Y/N? For old time's sake?"

"What old times?" However hostile your tone, Sampo noticed the way you slowed just a bit, giving him a chance to speak. Then, in fake-contemplation, you placed a finger thoughtfully to your chin.

"Oh, you mean the time you snuck ten crates of Geomarrow out from under my platoon's noses, and got us all in deep shit with Captain Landau. Or, no. Perhaps you were thinking of the time you forced me to go on a 'date' with you, only to trick me into meeting your cronies at a handoff point for your stolen goods? Oh, or maybe—"

Sampo shrunk in on himself with each story, grin growing more and more sheepish and catlike with every word.

A small correction, he realized: You hadn't slowed to allow him to defend himself, but rather, to rag on every inch of his schemes and stoke what little remained of his guilty conscience.

He only acknowledged that you were finished with your story time when you began tapping your foot, brow raised. Sampo reached for you, taking a seat at the small table to move ever-so-subtly closer to your touch.

"Honey? Darling..." Your lip curled at his puppy-dog eyes, yanking your hand away. Despite the malice he could hide in those emerald irises, he was damn good at making himself appear vulnerable, too.

"Don't call me that! Especially not in public!"

"We're in a hotel room..." he pouted, tapping his fingers together. "Listen. I've got an idea that could be beneficial to us both...? I get away, and you say you lost me, and you get a little something-something? Eh?"

You were about to say no. As you should've, as you usually did, but those eyes...

"Ugh!" you slammed the handcuffs onto the table, causing Sampo to start. Even with all his wiles and exit routes, he couldn't quite escape the mild fear he had of you.

Or maybe what he feared was more so upsetting you than anything else.

"Spill! What lame deal have you cooked up in that dumb, pretty little head of yours?"

"You think I'm pretty?" The blue-haired man batted his eyelashes, but toned down the theatrics only at your frosty glare. "Um, so, hear me out. I made quite the pretty penny off of this deal, and I can offer you a whole third of what I made! In exchange, you... let me go? Scot-free? No strings attached? ...Please?"

You sighed heavily. Why did you even bother sometimes...

"Sampo, I told you, I can't be bought. I don't want stolen money, and besides, I make plenty."

You placed a free hand on your head, sliding your cuffs back into your belt. "And what's the miraculous secondary offer Sampo Koski has concocted today?"

You seemed to open slightly, and that gave the man all the push he needed.

As though flipping a switch, Sampo's contrite expression morphed into a wicked smirk, fingers dancing across the table until they reached your hand. This time, you did not pull away, much to your own chagrin and the conman's delight.

"Well... if there's one thing Sampo Koski is, it's reasonable."

"You just said the one thing you are is flexible."

Sampo chuckled, taking advantage of the absence of venom in your tone as he rose from his seat, allowing his gloved hand to run up your arm. You tilted your head away, refusing to look him in the eye.

"I can be both," You couldn't stand the look on his face. Cocky, like the cat that ate the canary.

"You know," he murmured, voice suddenly low and breathy—and, of course, right beside your ear. "If you wanted a 'lil love from your dear Sampo, all you had to do was say so."

Before you could cut off his husky words with an indignant shout, he was swift in taking your chin in his hand, pushing his lips onto yours with a self-satisfied smirk.

Your legs felt reminiscent of jelly as you clutched onto his arms, but you did not fight off the kiss he deepened with each passing second—though they felt more like hours.

Sampo Koski is flexible, indeed. He can also be reasonable, though you'd argue more against that than for it.

But above all, Sampo Koski is annoyingly, infuriatingly, irritatingly astute. Especially when it comes to you.

Your brow relaxed as you felt his tongue slip against your mouth, your grip on his sleeve loosening as he practically manhandled you. His prying hands were quick to move down your arms, your sides, and you only gained enough clarity in the single moment he brushed your rear to give his wandering hand a smack.

He only rumbled a low chuckle again, sending shivers down your spine as he settled on your hips. Sampo pressed on further, nibbling your lower lip before invading your mouth with his tongue, eager to taste every inch of you.

That was another word for him, you thought. Eager. He could never take two seconds to stop and think about anything, as always, especially not when it came to you.

But while Sampo Koski was quite prone to causing (unpleasant) surprises to those around him, so wily was he that he never quite expected them to happen to him.

As a Silvermane Guard, you were by no means weak, and certainly not weaker than even the shockingly well-built conman.

You snatched his wrists from their place atop your hips, pulling back just enough to relish the shock in his eyes as you slammed him against the wall opposite, shoving your lips back onto his before he could make even a sound.

That didn't stifle his noise afterwards, a soft groan humming into your mouth as you kissed him with new fervor.

If he wanted to play dirty, you'd dish it back out twofold.

You shifted his wrists, clasping one hand around his two arms while your other began to roam, dipping beneath his hip windows and sliding along his side. This elicited more small whimpers from the Sampo Koski, his squirming picking up.

Even though he never expected them, you knew how much the man just adored surprises—especially yours.

Your tongue swiped over his lip, and you slowly pulled back, giving him no reprieve as you latched onto his neck. The blue-haired man groaned again, making no moves or effort to fight back against you as he angled his neck to give you better access. You had to fight the urge to release his wrists and slap a hand over his mouth from how loudly he was beginning to whine for you.

"Y/N..." he keened.

Just as you were about to nudge your knee between his thighs and give him a nice, vibrant mark on his pretty pale skin, footsteps echoed loudly in the hall.

Pela.

"Y/N hasn't been answering their phone. Prepare to search each room. If Mr. Cold Feet got to them—"

Shit!

You pulled back at once, Sampo being too dazed to even really listen to what the voices just outside were saying. He chased you immediately, face flushed and eyes teary.

"Aw, c'mon, Y/N... Feels good, keep going? Yeah? Please? I like it when you—"

"Sampo, those are the guards!" you hissed under your breath, emphasizing each word carefully, watching the slow snap to reality that dawned on the man's face. He paused inquisitively, as though waiting for you to call your comrades in to arrest him, but you only placed a hand to your forehead.

"Go."

You had to barely restrain your yell of annoyance as Sampo grinned wildly, planting a big, sloppy kiss on your lips before vanishing out of the hotel window. His whisper-shout was the last thing you heard from him.

"I'll pay ya back big time for this one, honey!"

The remaining seconds you had were spent trying to fix your clothing and rub at your lips, trying to scrub away any hint of puffiness. Before long, Pela entered the room herself, raising a hand for the other guards to stand by.

"Y/N, are you okay?!"

"Fine," you tried to answer as coolly as possible. Luckily, your friend didn't seem to notice, poking about the room.

"And Mr. Cold Feet—"

"Gone before I got here. Left the room a mess, and the window open."

She raised a brow. "You weren't answering my texts."

"Sorry. I got caught up in investigating, trying to find leads... He couldn't have gone far."

"Right... Well, let's get back. We got the film, so... no harm, no foul. We can try again."

"Right. Let's go."

You tried to ignore the subtle stare of one of the guards, trying to let the mortification of your state swallow you whole.

Were you that obvious?

Still, you grumbled about it to yourself all the way back to the museum, trying to rid yourself of the floaty feeling in your chest and your mind.

This was the last time, you swore to yourself. The last time Sampo Koski gets away with his cons! The last time he goads you into an impromptu make-out session!

You knew that was a lie, and so did Sampo, who gleefully watched you from the shadows, a museum volunteer application perched in his hands.

After all, you two would have all the time in the world together if you were coworkers...

...that is, more specifically, after hours at the museum.

He couldn't wait for you to finish what you started.

#sampo #sampo koski #sampo x reader #sampo koski x reader #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader

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coolnameloading · 3 months

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Lute x Fem!reader

Came up with this idea a while ago and decided to make it a fic, I'll update eventually but it might take a while. basic gist is sinner reader gets saved by Vaggie and now works in the hotel to pay her back and meets Lute who she becomes a simp for almost instantly, enjoy.

You’ve been in hell since…well a while. You died sometime in 2021 or 2020, the details are blurry.

The second you got to hell you knew why you were there. It’s because you ran. Whenever things got hard you ran, when you saw horrible things happening to people you ran, when your family was in danger you ran, and now that you’re in hell all you do is run.

Your soul has taken the form of a pastel blue and pink-haired human with 2 cow licks on your hair resembling cat ears...but they just resemble cat ears! Sure they might twitch sometimes and you can hear better now than when you were alive but it’s just weird tufts of hair. Your skin is also powdery blue with pink stripes on your arms and torso, and your fingers have retractable claws.

You were also given 2 small powers in the afterlife, it’s nothing like the V’s or Alastor’s powers but they got you out of a few tight spots.

Your first one was your speed, turns out that if you spend your life running like hell you also spend your after-life running like hell while in hell.

The second one was the ability to turn invisible for a few minutes at a time.

These abilities combined with your appearance have gotten you the nickname Cheshire which was just fine by you because you couldn’t remember your real name anyway but it felt a little too on-the-nose that your soul took the literal form of a scaredy cat.

The unfortunate and unforeseen consequence of your powers and appearance ended up making you the favorite pastime of some bored overlords. Catching you has become a bit of a game for some of them.

Which is what led you to the hotel. You were running from some small fry overlord trying to heighten his status by catching the Cheshire.

He got pretty close actually, you were exhausted, had been running for days at this point and your invisibility wasn’t helping you out because you were being far too loud with how desperate you were to get away.

You kept running and running until you ran over Vaggie who pulled out her spear and pointed it at you until she saw your disheveled state and noticed that you were being chased.

Once she realized what was happening she slashed at the overlord, injuring but not killing him and causing him to run away.

After she helped get you to the hotel where Charlie let you have a room for a night and asked if you wanted to stay permanently the day after you agreed.

Do you believe in redemption? No, not really. But if you stay in the hotel the overlords can’t hunt you and you get a nice-ish place to sleep. Also, you feel like you owe Vaggie for saving your life so you help around with random tasks here and there.

And everything was good for a while.

Until Charlie went to meet with Adam and Vaggie asked you to go with her to make sure she was safe.

A few minutes after Charlie left she’d come to you with a worried expression and said,

“She’s too trusting, what if they try something? Just keep an eye on her please?”

And you could hardly deny the woman who saved your life something so simple.

“Whatever ya say, boss.”

So you did, you turned invisible and followed behind Charlie while she tapped-danced her way to a giant elevator-looking thing. Where she had to sign in before walking into a large room with an exterminator and an angel with golden wings.

You hid behind Charlie’s chair paying close attention to everything happening with 2 major things standing out to you.

The golden-winged angel is Adam and he’s a dick.

The exterminator standing next to him has a hot fucking voice.

After several minutes of listening to Adam talking about fucking some woman at a concert Charlie finally gets to pitch the hotel.

Only to get cut off immediately by the exterminator, with the hot as fuck voice, who goes on a small rant about how the only reason Charlie and the other hell-borns are alive is that Lucifer cut a deal with Adam and the exterminators.

Then she gets a little too close to Charlie for comfort and you reveal yourself hissing slightly at the exterminator. She immediately goes for her spear and Charlie stands in front of you.

“The extermination is over!”

She growls out, her horns showing and her eyes glowing red.

“You can’t touch her.”

Adam and the exterminator glare at you before he clears his throat, “Stand down danger tits…we’ll get her next time.”

He grumbles, clearly annoyed with the situation.

The exterminator keeps glaring at you holding her spear tightly and it takes everything in you not to run.

You can’t help but look at her wings which are fluffed up in what must be aggravation, but you can’t help but notice how fluffy they are.

If she wasn’t pointing a spear at you you’d reach out to touch them.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Adam yelling, “Lute get your flat ass back here now!”

The exterminator, Lute, walks back to Adam’s side and stands there glaring at you while Adam and Charlie continue their conversation.

Charlie goes back to explaining the hotel with her song only to get cut off…by a song….at this point, you’re thinking of asking Vaggie to pay you for this shit.

The general idea of the song was that sinners deserve death because you all suck and that they’ll be back in 6 months.

Then the hologram of Adam somehow grabs Charlie and throws her out, when you run after her you see Lute’s hand trying to grab your wrist and you move out of the way.

You’re sure as fuck not getting caught by an angel.

The Cheshire isn’t getting caught by a fucking angel…even if it’s one with a hot raspy voice…and who probably has hot abs….and you kinda have a mask kink now.

You might legit be into this bitch…but that’s a problem for later.

For now, you have to check up on Charlie.

“Boss, are you alright? That dickhead didn’t hurt you did he?”

You whisper, looking over her wrists for any bruising.

“N-no I’m fine Cheshire but what were you doing in there?”

She asks you taking her hands out of yours.

You giggle nervously and rub the back of your neck, “I was worried about ya boss, had to make sure you were alright.”

You feel guilty for lying to Charlie but you’d rather not get Vaggie in trouble for being worried about her girlfriend.

Charlie looks suspicious but doesn't ask any more questions and just nods her head.

“Alright, now come on we need to go back to the hotel and come up with a plan.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

The two of you walk back to the hotel to deliver the news to the others.

#lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin chaggie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #hazbin vaggie #fem reader

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apocalypseornaw · 6 months

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Real or Not (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

You and the boys meet up with Camila

@lacilou you wanted pain

A/N: remember before you get too mad at Dean there's 2 more chapters!!

If there was one thing you'd learnt in your life especially as a hunter was using the fake it till you make it method. Bobby always said to keep your shoulders squared and head held high, even when you were terrified because it put forth the idea that you weren't.

You'd been silent the entire two hour car ride. You didn't want to speak to Sam nor Dean. You'd even taken the backseat saying you just had a small headache and wanted a quick nap. Rather Dean believed you or not you weren't sure.

"Maybe he doesn't care" the moment the thought slipped through your mind you felt a little bit of guilt for having such little faith in the man You'd spent the last few years in the bed of and so long before that as a friend to. He cared he just didn't assume to think you would lie to him.

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You actually almost dozed off about the time you felt the impala slow down and looked up to see Dean was pulling into a motel parking lot. You took a deep breath the moment you spotted Camila's mustang. You could do this, you were pretty damn professional when it came to the job, people were at risk.... kids. You could swallow anything you threw your way if it meant saving kids.

Sam glanced over his shoulder at you and you could see the unspoken question in his eyes "Sure you ok?" You gave him a small smile as Dean parked. You climbed out slowly, smoothing a hand down over your hair. You could do this.

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The moment the door to room three twenty two opened you heard Donna's voice flash through your mind "No one can make you feel bad about yourself unless you let em"

Camila was well if you were being honest nothing short of gorgeous. She was five foot nine so she was leggy, dark black hair was braided back in an intricate style leaving her bright blue eyes clear. The moment she spotted Dean a smile split her face and you felt your heart drop. You could do this.

She walked over to the three of you, her attention clearly on Dean as she said "Thanks for coming. I knew I needed backup as soon as I figured out what I was dealing with" Dean nodded "Sure thing" then turned towards you "You remember Y/N don't ya?"

Camila's eyes narrowed slightly when she looked at you but schooled her features before Dean or Sam saw it "Of course! You're Vivians niece" you forced a smile onto your face "That'd be me" Dean reached out and pulled you into his side "Well since we're all caught up want to update us on the case?"

If looks could kill you'd either be in heaven or hell just from the way Camila stared you down once she realized you and Dean were indeed together and it wasn't just a rumor floating around the hunters mill.

"Of course Deany" you felt yourself bristle but held it in. Kids were at risk, you had to remind yourself that.

The location of where the kids had to be was narrowed down to two places. You stood next to Dean, across the table from Camila and Sam. Like it or not this was her case and her lead. She smiled at you "Y/N, we both know these two work best as a team as why don't they take one location and we take the other" there was something in her eyes, a challenge. She thought you'd back down.

You returned her smile fully "Guessing we're taking your car then because mines home at the bunker" She nodded "Of course"

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You were at the trunk of the impala taking one of the impromptu flamethrowers Dean held out. You were hoping your feelings weren't showing on your face but those hopes were dashed when he said "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded "Aces" he stared at you for a second then nodded "Be safe, come back to me in one piece" it probably shouldn't have bothered you but when he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead instead of your lips you felt your stomach drop. He kissed Jody, Donna and Charlie on the forehead, not you.

You refused to fight before a hunt so you smiled "You too" then walked over to where Camila stood, very much looking like she was planning to feed you to a changeling.

"Ready to go?" You nodded as you heard the boys shut the doors of the impala. The moment the engine roared to life her smile dropped "a little strange he doesn't kiss you before a hunt, he always called it a good luck charm when he was with me" you felt your mouth fall open at her comment but once again that overly friendly mask fell into place "I'm kidding of course! I know this is a little awkward"

You laughed lightly but the only thought you had was to knock her perfectly white teeth down her throat and say you were joking. Instead you climbed into her car and shut the door.

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You walked through the abandoned warehouse slowly, checking every corner. The further you walked the more you were beginning to think the boys had caught the action. Camila was nearby, you could hear her footfalls echoing.

"Ya know Y/N, how long have you been with Dean?" You rolled your eyes before saying "Should we really be discussing my relationship mid hunt" she let out a bark of laughter "Oh come on sweetcheeks. It's apparent thr boys caught the fun. Why can't we talk a little"

You spun on your heel to see she was about two feet from you "I've been with Dean a few years" she nodded slowly "when did you move into the bunker" you shrugged "a few months after they found it" "so right after me and him broke up?" You shrugged again "Don't keep up with other people's relationships"

You started back walking, with intentions to head outside but stopped when she said "Funny that timeline is around the same time I told him to move on that I wasn't coming back to him" You felt your shoulders tense "What are you trying to say here Camila?"

She walked around you to be facing you before a smile slipped onto her face "Dean got with you because he couldn't have me. Want me to pull up the emails from us talking? Of him telling me how he loved me?" You knew your face had fallen even before she said "Oh honey did you think he followed up this" she motioned to herself then to you "With that?"

You'd taken enough, you swung on her felt a sense of satisfaction when it connected solidly. Instead of trying to swing back she simply cradled her jaw and smiled despite the blood dripped from her now split lip "I hit a nerve. You know I could have him back tonight. He loved me more than Lisa or Cassie. I went through thinking he wasn't what I wanted but he is, and you need to face it"

"If he still wants you why is he with me then?" You asked, mustering every ounce of false bravado you could. She took a step towards you "Did you know he was looking at rings at one point? He would've stopped hunting if I'd asked. Does that really compare to you and him? Has he even said he loves you?" You didn't reply but your face must have shown because she made a tsk tsk sound "You poor thing"

You could feel your hands shaking by that point and damn her she grinned "Oh feel free to hit me again! I can play victim then! Dean I don't know what happened she just attacked me" you motioned to the door of the warehouse "Leave now"

She motioned around "What, are you gonna walk?" You squared your shoulders and got nose to nose with her "If Dean wants a two faced bitch over an honest woman so fucking be it but I won't be disrespected" she cackled like a mad woman "You're a crazy bitch" before turning and walking out.

You waited until you heard her mustang pull over to let the tears that had been threatening to escape fall. She'd just picked at every fucking insecurity you had. Maybe she was right, if Dean loved her enough to even consider giving up hunting maybe you should take yourself out of the equation.

You walked out into the cool night air about the time your phone started ringing. It was Dean. You answered it "Hello?" The voice that hit your ears made your heart freeze over. Camila replied "Told ya" you hung up and stared at your phone before hitting Donna's number.

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You climbed into Claire's car and knew she had questions from the look in her eyes but luckily she didn't say anything besides "You headed to Donna's?" You nodded slowly before turning off your phone. Dean's number kept calling but you refused to hear Camilas voice any more. She'd won, you'd lost the man you loved.

@psychicbouquetblaze-stuff

@lacilou @saranghaey @stoneyggirl2 @marimarvelfan @roseblue373 @suckitands33 @backtotheshitshow @jackles010378 @leigh70 @diagnosedpsychosis @badassbitch-21

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #real or not mini series

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wanderingelvis · 1 year

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Sparkly Little Thing ✨🧚🏻 | A Yandere!Elvis fic

Summary: Reader isn't dumb per se, she's just sweet but she's also the latest signing on Elvis' label. Elvis just wants to protect her, and make sure that she won't fall into the same traps that he did during the earlier years of his career - even if that means taking advantage of her.

Pairings: Late 60s/Early 70s!Elvis x Naive F!Reader

🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻 Warnings: Soft Yandere themes, emotional manipulation, parental abuse, potential headspace regression - if I've missed out any, please send me a message, I'll update accordingly.

Tomorrow would be your first day as the latest signing to RCA and your whole life had turned upside down. You'd come from a pokey little town, out in the country, far, far away from the dazzling lights and hustle of Los Angeles.

You grew up in a modest, converted barn with your mother, where you both got by with the basics. You were perfectly content with the basics, you liked the basics - the little lawn that backed onto the barn and the chickens you both kept, the porch that you'd sit on to read your books in the daytime, and watch stars during the nighttime.

Your mother had always wanted more though, more money, more notoriety and more everything - and you were her ticket to that. She'd dragged you to auditions throughout your childhood, neglecting your education and your personal development to prioritise photoshoots for television advertorials or small background roles in a television show. Naturally, you never saw a dime, but why would you when you were a child? But the money that your mother promised to set aside for you as you grew up, would still never appear.

Still, you'd hit the jackpot after wowing executives from RCA after a rendition of 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' from The Wizard of Oz, a movie that you'd actually never, even seen. Your mother sat there, her smile was wide and her eyes were filled with dollar signs, as the executives told you that you'd be doing some backing singing for some other artists as you would be trained to grow into their latest sparkly little thing, producing your own records and performing small shows.

You never wanted to be famous - in fact, you were perfectly content with just sitting in your front lawn with your books and cats, contently watching life go by without anyone knowing your name. Obviously, you were feeling a little nervous about the whole thing. Actually, you were feeling very nervous.

You had a friend from home who was an integral part of the label. Peggy worked on the sound systems and was a little bit older than you were. She'd come from the same small town as you, in fact, she'd grown up just down the same street as you. She was almost like a big sister to you really, she'd always been protective of you and loved you dearly. Your mother knew that too, and Peggy was the reason you'd even bagged an audition.

Your mother had written to her, practically begging her to talk to her boss, which Peggy was happy to do as she knew you were a talented girl. In fact, it was Peggy that took you to your first ever grown up party, one that one of the label executives was hosting at their large villa.

"It's okay, Y/N. You look adorable! Stop your frettin', will ya?" Peggy laughed, batting her hand at you, who was just trying to smooth out any creases and crinkles in your dress. You frowned. You felt like you looked silly, you loved your outfit but you were worried about wearing it to a real grown up party, full of movie stars and singers that you admired and you felt like you were going to stick out like a sore thumb.

The party was bustling, the smell of spilled champagne and cigar smoke consumed the rooms and it was all a little loud for you, but you loved it. You were in awe of it all, the curious little thing that you were.

You and Peggy mingled with the other guests for a while, well, actually Peggy chatted away to the fancy looking people whilst you smiled nervously, not saying a word whilst looking down a double and triple checking your dress looked okay.

"Honey, c'mere. I need'ta go in the drinks room with my friend Tommy, 'kay? I need ya to stand guard for me? Not let anyone in? Can you do that for me honey?" Peggy asked you. She didn't want you to wander off into the sordid party, but she could equally use someone to just make sure her time with the cameraman wasn't to be interrupted.

"Sure can Peggy! I'll make sure no-one comes in! Promise!" You said eagerly, nodding along with her. She smiled at you, squeezing the top of your arm before taking Tommy's hand and he lead them into the drinks room, giggling.

You quietly stood by the door that was tucked away a little. You could see a long corridor near a stairwell and lots of passersby. You saw some people you'd seen from your audition and tours around the label, but you didn't run to say hello, even if you'd liked to. No, you had a very important job and that was to make sure Peggy was going to have a nice and uninterrupted time with her friend Tommy.

You looked down at your shoes, furrowing your brows when you noticed that they were a little scuffed and more worse for wear than you'd like. You were at a big Hollywood party for goodness sake and here you were with shoes that were nearly falling apart.

You - well, your mother - hadn't been paid yet so you weren't exactly in a position to be buying new, shiny, things even if you'd like them. You frowned and chewed your lips as you looked down on the shoes, trying to work out how you could neaten them up so they'd look a little more presentable. As your mind was busy focusing on your shoes, you were snapped out of your thoughts by a deep voice and two large shadows appearing to loom over you.

"Move out of the way, hon." A short, clearly agitated man, said to you. "No, no! You can't go in there!" You said, trying quickly to get between the door and the two men - particularly the shorter one at the front.

"Get outta the way, kid. Elvis can do whatever he wants." The short, little man grunted as the two stood tall over you. The man, who you quickly realised was perhaps the most famous man on the planet right now, and definitely the most important person on the label, was the Elvis Presley.

Elvis stayed silent, grinning smugly, down at you, who he thought was awful cute.

"Nuh-uh! My best friend, Peggy, she's in there! She said no-one can go I and I gotta keep guard for her so you can't go in, even if you are Mr Presley! I'm real sorry, I-I just made a promise." You stammered, not exactly making eye contact. You felt extremely nervous and cornered.

The smaller man, practically seethed at your words. "Look here kid, I don't give a damn if you've made a promise, we're going in, now move!" He said, forcefully grabbing your arm in a tight grip, making you yelp and stumble over your own two feet at the jolt, falling forward directly into Elvis Presley's chest.

"Goddamnit Billy, you hurt the little lady. Get outta here, go find me another cigar, goddammit." Elvis growled, wrapped his arms around you, whilst you tried to find your feet, your cheeks scarlet red with embarrassment at the scene. "You okay there, little one? Sorry about Billy, he gets it into his head that he's more important than he actually is. Are you hurt, sweet thing?" Elvis asked softly, once Billy had turned a corner.

"Um -" You stuttered. "I'm real sorry. I should've let you in." You said quietly, your eyes glossy.

"What the fuck is going on out here?" Peggy snapped, as the door flung wide open as did her eyes when they landed on the Elvis Presley rubbing circles on your back - a sight that she never thought she'd see. "Jeez Louise." She sighed.

She and Elvis knew each other, Peggy often fixed sound problems for a lot of Elvis' recordings and they got on well. However, Peggy knew, just like everyone who'd been around at RCA for long enough, that no-one would dare to mess with Elvis. Elvis could be the most charming, charismatic man in the room, and he always was, but everyone knew that he got what he wanted and he would do anything to get it - and he could be scary.

"Oh hey Pegs. Your friend here was determined to let you to your privacy and Billy got a bit... well... he got a bit like Billy, didn't he?" Elvis chuckled with a slightly fed up tone in his voice.

"You okay, flower?" Peggy asked you in a softer tone.

"Uh-huh, was just bein' stupid." You muttered, suddenly shy at the attention that Peggy and Elvis were giving you.

"No honey, you were just doin' what I asked, I shouldn't have put you in that position. What about me and you go get a drink?" Peggy suggested.

Elvis watched as Peggy looked back at whichever fella she had been schmoozing with, he knew that she'd been having a good time and that her cute, little friend could sure give him a good time too.

"Pegs, you go and have your fun, I'll get this little lady a drink." Elvis said.

"No, I'm sure you're real busy anyway Elvis, besides, I told her Momma I'd keep an eye on her." Peggy said.

"It really ain't a problem, Matty has been chasin' me like one of 'em rabid dogs trying to get me to sing for everyone so he can boast to all his friends that he had me do it at his party." Elvis said. It was true, but Elvis also just wanted to get to know you better. "Now, I'll get her a drink, and you can get back to that fella of yours." Elvis chuckled. He'd always liked Peggy.

"Non-alcoholic." Peggy warned Elvis firmly, who nodded.

Elvis extended his hand for you to take. You glanced at it and looked up at Elvis, who just laughed a little at you. "Ain't gonna bite you, honey." He insisted with a smile.

And in that moment, you decided to trust him.

Elvis took you upstairs, where it was a little less crowded and little more quiet. Elvis spotted you as soon as you walked in with Peggy, he'd kept an eye on you and it wasn't until Peggy had finally left you alone that Elvis decided it'd be the perfect time for him and Billy to head over to you, all under the guise of wanting a drink - that's what he'd told Billy.

He'd noticed you jump a little every time a bottle of champagne was popped, or someone hollered a little louder than usual. You were a skittish little thing. He'd also noticed how you were relentless in trying to smooth out the pleats on your pretty dress and how it was so obvious that you kept comparing your dress to all the other women that were at the party. As Elvis watched you from the other side of the room earlier, he'd noticed that you were growing increasingly insecure at your appearance at the party.

But it was understandable, you looked more conservative than the rest - you looked virginal and Elvis could tell from a mile away. You didn't exactly look like a woman, you looked like a girl, like a little deer in headlights and completely out of place, even if you so desperately wanted to be there and fulfil your mother's dreams.

Elvis had observed how you'd picked up one some snickering from other women at the party at your appearance, making you feel shy and embarrassed. You really did like your dress, you thought it was so pretty but you realised it wasn't exactly the right thing to wear to a record label party and the feeling made you very self-conscious.

Elvis lead you to a quieter bar and you watched as he greeted and joked around with the barman, it was like he knew everyone at this party. He radiated an almost scary energy as you watched him, he had more charisma in a single hair on his head than most people you'd met had in their whole body. You could see why he was considered the King of Rock 'n' Roll.

"I'll take a Gin Rickey and a fruit punch for the little lady, hold the alcohol." Elvis said cooly before continuing to talk to the barman about a previous party they must've been at.

"One Gin Rickey and a Virgin fruit punch, comin' right up." The barman said, getting to work on making your drinks.

You stayed quiet by Elvis' side, feeling incredibly small and insignificant next to him, but the feelings were intertwined with those of comfort, no-one would give you any nasty looks for your dress if you were stood by Elvis, no-one would be looking at you if he was there, and you didn't mind that.

You were brought out out of your thoughts by cold glasses slamming on the wooden bar, one being placed directly in front of you. Your eyes widened at the drink, you'd never had a drink like this, it looked beautiful.

"Wow..." You whispered quietly to yourself, your doe eyes trained on the tall glass that had a cherry in it along with a slice of pineapple and had different colours layered in the drink.

"Impressive, ain't it?" Elvis chuckled, sipping his drink. You fluttered your eyes up to him, giving him a bashful smile, still a bit confused at why Elvis was so attentive to you. You quietly nodded in agreement, offering Elvis a shy smile. "How about we go somewhere a little quieter, doll?" Elvis suggested, placing his large hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a large, unoccupied couch in a quiet corner.

Elvis consumed the couch, dominating all the space around him to the point that he was intimidating yet inviting. He placed and arm on the back of the furniture, allowing space for you to sit by him.

You were nervous, naturally, this was the biggest star on the lot, and if your mother knew you were sat beside the Elvis Presley, she could quite possibly faint. Your heart rate picked up a little, knowing that even though your mother wasn't here, there was an unbearable mountain of pressure on your little shoulders to impress him.

But you didn't need to feel any pressure because Elvis was already obsessed with you.

You perched on the edge of the couch, holding your ice cold drink with both hands, the cool droplets making your hands wet but you didn't really know what else to do. Elvis could see that you were tense and nervous, but he didn't need to rush you, he could play the long game.

"That's a pretty lil' dress you got, ain't it sweetheart?" Elvis observed and your brows furrowed. You liked the dress a lot - it was the only one you had, but Elvis was Elvis, your tatty little dress was hardly impressive. But, Elvis was the first and only person to give you a compliment all night on the outfit that you'd really tried hard with, and that meant something to you.

"Really? You like it?" You said softly, your fingers delicately tracing the hemline of the skirt, being carefully not to cause and creases or mess up the pleats.

"Mhmm." Elvis hummed, leaned all the way back on the sofa as opposed to you, who was practically hanging off the edge of the front of the couch. He could only see the side of your face and you couldn't see his at all, unless you moved your whole body, but you were too scared to face him just yet.

"It's my only party dress." You told him quietly, your eyes still trained on the skirt, though you could feel Elvis' eyes trained on you. "Well, um, it's not really like the other dresses at this party." You said, your insecurity and innocence shining through.

"You're right, it ain't, it's prettier." Elvis commented, knowing the remark would draw you to him.

In some kind of twisted way, he didn't mind that other women at the party had snickered at your outfit. Elvis knew the little babydoll dress would make you look inexperienced and not fit in with the crowd, but he still thought you were the most angelic little thing he'd seen at any of these parties. Had other people at the party actually have been nicer to you, maybe you wouldn't have stayed so close to Elvis' side. Elvis revelled in the fact that you were feeling down, so that he could be the one to bring you back up again.

You turned your head to look behind you, staring at him to check if he was being serious, and oh boy he was. You blushed and chewed a little on your lip, taking in the words.

He was kinder than you thought he would be. You'd heard lots about Elvis Presley, but here he was, practically babysitting you for Peggy when he could be anywhere with anyone.

You were a bubbly, outgoing little thing who loved making friends but Elvis sure did you make you nervous. It wasn't just his status as the King of Rock 'n' Roll but his whole demeanour exuded a dominance and power that was overwhelming, causing you to be a little more shy and reserved than you normally would be - even if you did desperately want to be his friend, he'd been nicer to you than anyone else at the party.

Naturally, it wasn't the first time that Elvis had made a girl go all quiet and shy but it was a rare occasion. Anyone would've thought that many girls would become shy and intimidated by him but in reality, most of the women he met were adoring fans and women at the label that knew they had one chance with him so would throw themselves at him.

"So you're Peggy's friend huh? Or little sister?" Elvis asked.

"Oh, um, no Peggy's not my sister but I always used to wish she was, and um, I guess she is sorta like a big sister! We're friends, she used to live on the same street as me and Momma and we grew up together, she's kinda like my best friend 'spose." You told Elvis fondly, you absolutely idolized and adored Peggy. "She's real cool," You giggled angelically, making Elvis' heart rate pick up at the sound.

"You here visitin' her then, doll?" Elvis asked as he watched you shake your head with a soft giggle as you revealed to him that you were the latest signing to RCA.

You began to slowly open up to Elvis, babbling on about how you were actually very nervous about being at RCA and all you wanted to do was make your Momma proud, and Peggy too. Elvis nodded along, humming at the appropriate times to show he was listening as you answered all of his many questions.

The minutes turned into hours and you began to feel totally comfortable in Elvis' presence, he still intimidated you, there was no denying that, but equally, he was making every effort to make you feel relaxed and to make you trust him.

Eventually, Peggy found the pair of you, you were now sat much closer to Elvis, curled up on the big couch with your fifth drink.

"There you are flower! Havin' a good time?" Peggy beamed.

"Oh yes! Look at my drink! It's a fruit punch without alcohol, what was that word, um, the word that the barman called it?" You asked Elvis, looking for his help.

"Virgin, honey." Elvis said cooly.

"And it was so good Peggy! D'ya wanna try?!"

"No honey, we gotta get you home! You got your first proper day tomorrow!" Peggy said.

A little yawn escaped your lips, the sleepiness and exhaustion from the overstimulating party taking over your small body. Elvis and Peggy both watched fondly as you rubbed your eyes with your balled up fists, making the mascara that Peggy had applied for you smudge ever so slightly.

"Now, I think it's definitely time to go home and into bed, flower." Peggy smiled, smoothing out a stray strand of hair of yours.

A pout formed on your plump lips at the words, you'd been having such a fun time with Elvis, you really didn't want it to end. "Oh Peggy, Elvis was gonna tell me about his first day at RCA and I really wanted t'hear it, can we stay for the story? Please?" You said with those bush baby eyes that anyone would find it near impossible to refuse, but Peggy managed.

"Not tonight, hon, you know I made a promise to ya Momma to have you back home before 1am." Peggy smiled.

"I know." You mumbled in defeat with a hint of sadness, you knew Peggy as just doing her best by you even if you did want to stay and spend all night talking to your new found friend, Elvis.

"Pegs is right darlin', you don't wanna be all sleepy and yawnin' on ya first day, do ya baby?" Elvis chided, leaning over to comfort you by rubbing gentle circles on your back, which just made you feel all the more drowsy.

"Nuh-uh," You agreed cutely.

"Say goodnight and goodbye to Elvis, Y/N." Peggy instructed as you and Elvis rose from the couch.

You didn't really hesitate in wrapping your arms around Elvis' torso as he towered over you, the height difference appearing to be quite noticeable. You usually wouldn't be so forward as to hug somebody that you'd only met a couple of hours ago but there was something inviting and comforting about Elvis that you craved.

Elvis reciprocated your hug, cuddling a little and chuckling at your sweet action.

"Am I gonna see you again?" You asked nervously, blushing vulnerably.

"'Course baby, you're comin' t'see my studio and trailer remember?" Elvis said, reminding you of one of the interactions in your long conversation with the man where he offered to show you a tour of his recording studio and his trailer that you eagerly accepted without much hesitation.

Peggy watched the interaction between you, her little childhood friend and the most famous man in the world. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she didn't exactly like what she was witnessing.

"'Kay," You giggled adorably. "Buh-bye Elvis." You said, taking Peggy's outstretched hand.

"Bye baby." Elvis said fondly, watching as Peggy promptly led you out of the room and away from him, but not before you managed to turn back and wave goodbye to him enthusiastically.

Two things were certain as you left the party:

1. Your first grown up party had been a success.

2. Elvis was obsessed with you.

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Karkat getting involved into teenage drama is something he didnt want or need right now

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(I'm back! Is still monday somewhere right? Sorry for the, three month delay in updates :/ but life really took me in a small rollecoaster with work, my laptop breaking down, repairs and art blocks!

But thankfully things have calmed down enough at my school and work I can start planning more with the au, this week I have a little dynamic for the next update :3 so see ya soon!)

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Little Beard

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

Summary: After being apart from your wonderful boyfriend for six months, he comes back with a surprise.

Warning : M themed. Suggestive. hints of smut. Not beta'ed. Semi crack. A/N: I am sure all of us who loves Soap also love his wonderful beard from his OG days. At least I do.

Part 4 of Little Bear series Masterlist

“JOHN……ny???”

Two men turned around. If it wasn’t for the almost non-existing mohawk, you probably would have mistaken your boyfriend for Captain Price.

“Bonnie bear!!” Striding towards you before scoping you up into his arms into a bear hug. “You made it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it in the world… but.. What the hell is this??!!” you gaped, while caressing his full mutton chop.

Six months. It’s the longest time both of you have been apart since the start of the relationship. Oh how you missed him. There was minimal contact. The only reason you knew him and the team was still alive was through Laswell ( Only because Johnny begged her and she has a soft spot for the youngsters of the team ). You don’t know how you would have coped without her constant update and reassurances. While you are glad to have them safe back in your arm, you begin to wonder what has happened during the mission.

“You like it?” Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, he whispered. “I thought something different, for a change.”

“Are you sure you boys haven’t been on the set of ‘Cast Away’ instead of a save-the-world mission??” You laughed as you felt the tickle of his beard on your neck. “Oh! You are growing a rat tail too..”

Glancing over his shoulder, you see Gaz sporting a not quite a full unkempt beard and equally messy curly hair, although you couldn’t see Simon’s face, a few strands of overgrown hair is peeking out from both eye holes and the back of his balaclava, and somehow Price has magically kept his mutton chop immaculate. You almost wonder if he has signed a secret pact with an unknown entity to keep his facial hair in tiptop shape and keep the boys alive during the missions.

Pulling away a little, he gives you a playful smacking kiss on the lip, “Falling head over heels for me again?”

You laughed as you lightly slapped his chest, you have to admit on more than one occasion you have imagined what it will be like for Johnny to have a full grown mutton chop, how it will feel when he goes down on….

“What are you thinking now little teddy bear? I can hear your brain churning.” Leaning back into you as he dropped into a whisper, “You having naughty thoughts?” Damn, he knows you too well.

“Don’t worry, once we get back to the accommodation.. I will make up for all the lost time by taking care of ya…” he smirked. He proceeded to yell towards the boys, “Hey, I think we will give tonight’s gathering a miss, I have important business to take care of.”

“You mean taking care of your girlfriend’s needs?” Simon perked up all of sudden.

“Oh my gosh Simon!!” You swear if someone put a kettle on top of your head now, you can boil the water in an instant. Of all people, you did not expect it from him. You seriously need to have a talk with Mini to reign her husband’s mouth.

“You know it! See you tomorrow instead!” Soap replied, unashamed about what his plan with you for the evening was to be, while waving goodbye to his teammates and half dragging you towards the car, eagerly. And sure enough, he proceed to you the best head in your life. As always. With his new mutton chop. Again, and again. the overgrown hair made it easy to grab onto too.

“.. Had a good time? UGH!”

“ Gaz. Behave. And you too SIMON. Don't you DARE open your mouth”

I am a firm believer Price has made a pact with the devil to keep his mutton chop immaculate at all time.

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highway to hell, joel miller

masterlist summary: IN WHICH — ellie drives a car for the first time with you and joel attempting to teach her, but it doesn't go as you had imagined.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, pre jackson!era joel, female!reader, implied relationship, protective joel, secretive-ish joel, ellie being a fucking comedian as per usual, stripping, swearing. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.7k

a/n: this is genuinely so funny to me. i can SO see ellie doing all of this HAHA. plz request ideas for fics i am out of them!!!! also if u want me to write for any other characters. remember to like, comment, reblog, and follow for updates! xoxo

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It was no earlier than eight in the evening. The sun was just below the horizon (it was late autumn), and the breeze had started to pick up. You, Joel, and Ellie had been up since before the sunrise this morning, continuing your journey down to Wyoming. Right now, you were in the outskirts of the Illinois countryside, in some small town that was in a time capsule from decades ago.

Before the outbreak, you had worked with Joel (and his brother Tommy) in their contracting business, as a secretary (well, secretary-in-training). You decided to stick with him during his travels after the apocalypse had commenced, despite his bitching and complaining about you being there. Though, the complaining only happened for a short while, he learned to appreciate you and enjoy your company, you were one of the few people he had cared about in this horrible world.

It had only been a few months ago since you had met Ellie for the first time. You didn't like her at the start, to say the least - she was an 'annoying little shit', like Joel would say. All Ellie did all day was nag and pester both you and Joel, but she, as well as the two of you, learned to interact peacefully with one and other. Now, all three of you were inseparable. You sure as hell didn't mind this, but Joel didn't want Ellie (or you, for that matter) near him when he would get himself in shit. Oh well, you can't have everything you want.

Ellie was talking to the two of you about something she had probably learned from all the books she had read at the Boston QZ. To be honest, Ellie had taught you lots of things. Not any survival things, far from that, but brainy things that you would have probably needed if you actually ever lived a normal adult life - paying the government, how much you should ideally spend on groceries, etc.

You weren't paying attention to the girl beside you, tuning her out completely. You were far too tired to be in any more conversation than you had to be in right now, and you just really couldn't give a shit about the percentage rate of silverback gorillas being born in American zoos in the late nineties compared to the early eighties. As Ellie was talking, you had spotted a nice little home of sorts, one that the three of you could spend the night in.

"Hey," You had interupted the other two who were in small conversation, "we can spend the night there." A nod was sent from you to the direction of the small home. The other two went silent, Joel had sped up a tad bit, now in front of you and leading the way. "Wait out here, lemme check't out." With that, he was off inside.

Ellie turned to you, breaking the silence. "When're you gonna teach me how to drive, princess?" That was the nickname she gave you, princess. According to her, it was because everyone had always treated you like royalty. You thought different, but it was whatever. "How old're ya'? Twelve? Not yet, missy." This had earned a gasp from Ellie, like she had just seen a ghost. "Fourteen, actually! More adult than yo-"

She had gotten interrupted by Joel stepping out of the small home, "It's clear, y'all're safe t'come in." He did his little head motion, signalling you guys to come in. You began to walk, and Ellie was on your heel. You brought your hand around her shoulder, roughing up her hair. "Soon, promise."

When you two had entered the tiny abode, it reeked of old. You weren't sure if it was the contained moisture, or nobody cleaning the place in twenty years, but it smelled old. "Fucking Christ! Someone open a window!" was exclaimed from Ellie as she moved out from your grip, and plugging her nose. You and Joel had eyed one another, before you moved to the two windows (one each) and hoisted them open. An immediate relief was sent through the room, with a nice breeze of wind following suit.

"So much better." Ellie groaned, now moving over to the couch in the middle of the room. The house was not big at all, there were a total of three rooms. The living space, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The bathroom was totally out of commission, so that meant only two rooms. "Ya' can have the bedroom," Joel had said to Ellie, "We'll take the livin' room."

"Sleep with a fucking pillow divider, please. I am not babysitting any kids in the near future." This had earned a stern look from Joel, and a wack from you. "Bed, now." You told her after she yelped from the hit across her shoulder. "Jesus! Let me go piss, and then I'll go!" You tsked as Ellie quickly and efficiently moved out the front door, to go and do whatever she needed to do.

"Un-fucking-believable." You had only managed to get out, before sitting down on the couch. Joel had let out a small sigh as he removed his gun that was slung over his shoulder. "Kid's got'ta mouth." He sat down beside you, arm now draping around your shoulder. "I fucking know! How does she even- even know what that shit means? Swear ta' god, I was her age'n playin' with barbies."

After not replying to this, knowing it was just going to keep setting you off, he began to unbutton his shirt. You had glanced down, taking the hint Joel was giving to you. You had tugged at the hem of your jeans, sliding them off. This wasn't for sex, not tonight. You two had known each other for years, and you trusted each other with your lives, so you were both able to get undressed in front of each other without a caring what the other would think.

After Joel was just in his jeans, and you were just in your shirt and underwear, you two had melted into the couch. The couch was the cleanest part of the entire room, which was a huge plus- though, even if it wasn't, you would still have a great sleep on it shortly. Joel had his arm wrapped around you once again, and you were pulled into his bare chest. He hated PDA, so it was perfect when the two of you were just alone- even though Ellie knew something was up between the two of you.

"Can we take the day off tomorrow?" Your voice wasn't loud, just barely loud enough for him to hear. You ear was pressed against his chest, head rising everytime he inhaled and exhaled. "'M sorry, ya' know we can't." After Joel had said this, an audible exhale was heard through the room. Joel's thumb started to rub up and down your shoulder, his hand staying in place. "Don'tcha worry, baby. Only a bit longer, then we'll get time, 'kay?"

Before you had time to respond, you heard a booming sound coming from a bit away. It was an engine. You shot up, causing Joel's arm to fall off of you. He had grunted as he sat up, his brain running a thousand miles per minute right now. Then, you two both had a moment of realization. "Ellie."

It felt like an eternity for the both of you before you had your clothes back on, when in reality it only took about fifteen seconds. "We shouldn't have fuckin' let her go out there." Joel had stated as he grabbed his gun and quickly made his way to the door. You were on his heel as Ellie was to you earlier, praying nothing had happened to her. If something did, you would never forgive yourself- and Joel sure as hell wouldn't forgive you either, despite it not being any of your fault.

The door had burst open as the two of you emerged from it, eyes scanning everywhere all at once, looking for the small brunette. As you did this, you could see some sort of headlights approaching quickly. You had grabbed Joel's arm and pulled him down with you. By the speed the car was approaching at, they wouldn't see you at all if you were on the ground. Joel had his gun aimed towards the approaching vehicle (the only reason he hadn't taken a shot was because he couldn't get a clear one, due to how fas the car was going).

Before you could even process it, the car was stopped in front of where you and Joel were, and the window had rolled down. A honk or two was set out, very loudly. You still weren't able to process what was happening, neither did Joel. Finally, after a moment or two, you snapped back (harshly) into reality). "Is that-"

"Get in fuckers, we're going on a road trip!" The familiar brunette you two were so scared you had lost was, in fact, sitting in the front seat of this random pickup truck, the biggest fucking grin on her face. You were on your feet just after Joel was on his, he looked like he was about to kill someone. "Get out'ta the fuckin' car, Ellie." He had slung his rifle back over his shoulder once he knew that she wasn't some sort of raider.

"No can do, Joel-ly boy. I already got yours and the princess's bags in the back. Hop in, I need to show you this cool fuckin' shit I found!" You had only turned to look at Joel, his view still at the young girl. He was thinking to himself. First of all, how the fuck did Ellie find the keys for the corresponding car, and how the fuck was she able to drive it without any previous experience or help? He was dumbfounded at the moment.

All you could do was grab Joel's arm and lead him to the car, Ellie was refusing to get out and well- you promised to teach her how to drive. God, he was going to kill you later. "I told her I'd uh- you know, teach her." You had audibly gulped, your eyes not meeting Joel's. He was silent, the only thing heard was some Brittany Spears song Ellie had playing.

Once your eyes had met his for a split second, he gave a 'fine, but we're having a long talk about this later' look to you. You opened the door for him like the nice person you were, and he hesitantly got in. You were so nervous right now, you felt like you had broken Joel's trust by doing this. But hey, if for some reason Ellie is on her own in the future, she needs to know how to drive a car.

You made your way to the other side and got in the passenger seat. Joel was sitting in the middle seat of the second row, his hands resting on the shoulder of the seats in front. Once the door was shut, you most definitely did your seat belt up. You had turned your head to eye Ellie, as she just grinned at you. "First rule, always wear your fuckin' seatbelt."

You could tell her heart fell by this, "Right- my bad." She quickly pulled the piece of material over her chest and into the lock. "Alright, now-" She had reached over you, and to the compartment in front. "I found some killer albums. Ones that our Joel-ly boy would love. I'm playing them so the mood isn't totally fucked."

You shook your head, eyeing Joel through the rearview mirror. He met the gaze, looking absolutely annoyed. Though, he was silent and just watching what the two of you were doing. Ellie had finished fumbling with the tapes, and removed the one that was playing. She put the new one into the radio system, and tossed the recently-played one into the compartment. The play button was hit.

"Okay, uh- where do I start? I guess now we talk about the gears? Basically, you'll take the shift and-" Your heart had dropped as you were suddenly cut off by the engine roaring, and now going about eighty miles an hour. For some fucking reason, Ellie was laughing. You and Joel were sure as hell not laughing, as a matter of a fact, Joel was screaming with you.

Some 'oh my fucking god!'s and some 'stop!'s were heard through the music, that was now blaring through the car's speakers. Taking a fraction of a second to listen into the music, you had figured out it was Highway to Hell by AC/DC, an old rock band that was popular when Joel was growing up. How fucking fitting for these circumstances.

Joel's hand, from the back seat, had found your shoulder as he held you to the back of your seat. He didn't have his seatbelt on, but he didn't care. He had to make sure you wouldn't go fucking flying through the front windshield if Ellie came to a halting stop. "Stop the fuckin' car! Slowly- off the gas! Jesus Christ!" He was screaming from the back.

Sure, adrenaline was an exhilarating feeling every once in a while, but going eighty miles an hour in a car from someone with zero driving experience? Not exhilarating one bit. Though, Ellie would beg to differ. She was draining out the screams and panicked tones coming from both you and Joel, and was just having a great time.

After another minute or two of screaming and pleading for the girl to stop, the song came to an end- and so did her manic driving. "Ellie-" You were panting, like you had just ran a marathon. In reality, you were panting because you had just held your breath from the exact time the engine accelerated, until now. "-Ellie, pull the fucking car over. Please god." You were in no means religious, but right now you felt like you needed to go to church and pray.

Ellie didn't really know how to pull over properly, so she just- swerved off the road and pushed the car's "off" button. Joel's hand had fell from your shoulder, and he brought both to his face. He covered his face by his hands for a moment, and Ellie smiled to herself. She felt accomplished by this, even though she almost fucking killed everyone (including herself).

After a moment of silence, Joel had made a sound. It sounded like he was crying. Both you and Ellie, in unity, had turned to him in the backseat. It was so muffled that you did think Joel was crying. You immediately brought your hand to his knee, your heart still racing from what had just happened.

It was only after you did this that you realized he was in fact not crying, but had bursted out with laughter. Joel fucking Miller, the most serious man on the planet, was laughing after he almost just died. You had removed your hand from his knee and turned back forward, shaking your head and crossing your arms. "This isn't funny, Joel!"

Ellie turned back after you, glancing in your direction. She couldn't help but burst out with laughter too. Not at you, but at everything (it also didn't help that she, along with you two, were exhausted). Your gaze went from forward, to the left of you, to Ellie. You could only shake your head, disappointed.

But, if you were disappointed, why had you started to laugh as well? This situation sure as hell wasn't funny, to you at least. "I hate you guys." You managed to get out between your laughter fits. Even if you were setting a bad example right now, you couldn't help it. Everyone's laugh was so contagious, despite the current situation.

Moments like this, you would remember forever. You would remember this as the time your psycho kid almost killed you while driving for the first time, and all three of you bursting out with laughter afterward. Even though the world had ended, you couldn't help but enjoy the small moments like this, where you almost died (but didn't), just being surrounded by the people you had loved more than anything. You had learned so much from moments like this, like not to let a fucking fourteen your old girl drive a car without proper lessons, or that Joel Miller was in fact not made out of stone, and he was able to laugh alongside the rest of you.

Even though the world you used to know was gone, you were happy that, whenever it came, you would get to spend your last minutes surrounded by the people you loved most. Joel and Ellie.

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highway to hell, ac/dc

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webbedphantom · 6 months

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First day on the new meds has been... interesting, to say the least. Still kind of adjusting, so my brain's a little scrambled. But I do have some motivation

And while I might use that motivation for writing later tonight, right now I wanna try my hand at drawing again, finish up an old project that I've been wanting to do for a while.

I'll post it if I finish it, though I don't know when that'll be. I'm gonna take my time with it, cause I want it to be as good as I can make it

#OOC - Out of Costume;#Small little life update for ya

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Headcannon for this:

Chris and reader call the triplets little ducks/ducklings because of Scrooge McDuck (the Disney character) and his little ducklings 🥹🥹

pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Short!hairstylist!reader

summary: The story of the The three little duckings, Noah, Jacob and Isabelle Evans. The beloved yet crazy triplets of Y/n and Chris Evans, their ‘first borns’ you could say

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• Chris definitely has a soft spot for Isabelle, the only girl out of the triplets, even though she’s a mommy’s girl she has her daddy wrapped around her tiny little finger. Noah and Jacob are the teasers, taking on Chris' personality AND looks; let’s just say Y/n was fuming when they first came out and she saw Chris' face x3

• Chris even updated to a bigger car for the family, knowing damn well he’d want to extend it more, hence Y/n being pregnant once again with their fourth baby

•“Daddy’s home baby and babies” Chris smiled to himself once he entered the warmly lit Boston family home, one he never thought he’d ever achieve. With his bag set by the front door, he knew immediately where to find the loves of his life. Their bedroom.

• In Y/n and Chris' bedroom, all three kids were huddled up to their mama, little Izzy's head even resting right by Y/n's 6 month bump. Chris felt himself swoon, his three year olds were the most precious thing to him, bar his loving wife, even though they had basically left no room for him. Dodger had even taken his usual spot on the foot of the bed.

•Bath time was another nightmare, Chris luckily was in charge of drying and dressing them, although sometimes this proved to be a challenge. With Noah and Jacob always wanting to match pyjamas, and Izzy finding it hard to choose between certain colours to wear to bed.

• Pregnancy hormones made Y/n that more horny, which isn’t always easily solved when you have three children under 5 and one on the way. So Chris tends to trick the children into watching a Disney movie in the living room with Dodger, while he takes care of his woman upstairs in bed

•Bed time? Chris and Y/n hardly ever sleep alone in the room, with a guarantee of at least one of the twins wanting to slip into the middle because of the monsters hiding under the other’s beds

• “Baby you can’t be walkin' about like that” Chris whined watching his wife walk about in one of her summer maternity dresses, one she knew made him squirm in the best way. However, today was not the day. All three kids were buggering to use the pool in the backyard, and Chris being Chris decided that it was his duty to teach all three how to swim then and there

• “You’re such a good dad, maybe you’ll get a reward later or sumthin” Y/n smiled caressing his face softly and kissing him only to be interrupted, “NO, OUR MOMMY” All three small voices shouted pushing themselves between the couple, hugging onto Y/n’s legs they all threw a glare at their father who could only find himself smiling back

•“She was my wife first ya know” He would say, “Yeah? but dada we were in her tummy first” Jacob would retort, “Well I put you there buddy” Chris would answer, only to receive a hit on the back of the head from his gorgeous wife

•With Y/n being a hairstylist, obviously she would be the one to do the kids' hairs, using Chris as her personal assistant to hand her specific tools and combs. “I remember when you did my hair” Chris said dreamily watching her comb at Izzy’s soft curls, “Baby I still do your hair”

•“Chris what if the kids walk in?” Y/n whimpered feeling her husband’s fingers trace over her wet folds, both of them had woken up extremely early that morning, with it being Sunday they knew for now that the coast was clear. “They won’t bunny, they’re knocked out until at least 11” Chris whispered coating Y/n’s breasts in hickies and kisses while she caressed his growing hair. His fingers now taking their time to draw circles over her clit, his eyes tracing her face as she bit onto her lip to silence herself. A smirk on his face when he felt her clench around his fingers, soon to be replaced by his cock for some Sunday morning loving

•“Dada, dont tell momma, but she has ouchie here” Izzy whispered to her dad pointing to her upper thigh, desperate concern on the sweet little girl’s face, “You gotta fix it n’ make her better dada” She cried, holding onto her dad as they walked through the dog park, her brothers preferring to stay home with their mother and watch T.V

•“Don’t worry bub, s'okay, daddy will make momma feel all better alright?” He cooed kissing his daughter’s forehead affectionately, silently cursing at himself for letting one of his love bites he left on his wife be seen, and he though he had gotten away with it too. If it wasn’t for those meddling kids (Scooby reference, I had to)

• With all three of them for now somehow inheriting Y/n's smaller stature, they all fit onto Chris' lap, their now claimed throne. Heck even at bed time if they weren't all huddled in their parents' bed, they'd all slip into each other's beds for some sibling cuddle time

• " 'acob, I needs help" Izzy huffed holding out her shoes to her oldest brother, by 6 minutes, Jacob. Being the baby of the triplets, the three year old definitely milked her brothers attention. Jacob as clueless as she was, held up the two shoes in the air, wondering what shoe went on what foot. Deciding based on randomness, he helped her put on her shoes and off they went, with two left feet

•“Noah bud you alright?” Chris asked watching his small son crawl up under his shirt and huddle under the fabric adorably. “Mhm jus wan’ huggies dada” Noah whispered peeking up at Chris through the head hole, a cute gummy smile on his face, one he inherited from his mama

•Soon enough all three kids were under Chris’ shirt almost as if they were all back in the womb again, all cocooned into a tiny space. Y/n joined them on the sofa with her collection of treats, leaning her head onto her husband’s shoulder; his hand found itself atop her bump just rubbing it comfortingly. All three kids slowly falling asleep to the sound of Chris’ heartbeat; Y/n then following soon after with the help of Chris’ kisses and whispers of ‘i love you’ and things which aren’t PG ♥️

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chaisshitposts · 7 months

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by the fuckin' WAY, my subconscious has been lollygaggin' in the fuckin' void for a week straight every time I fall asleep 🧍

I need to change my experimental affirmation to have my subconscious manifest one thing at a time for me 🕵️ but the shit on my list has still been manifestin' left and right anyways sO I'm not as impatient anymore cause I'm gettin' shit done regardless

some success from this w e e k ->

Made a friend (potential F buddy) at work just by thinkin' of it.

I had three super chill days in a row of relaxin', two of the days I didn't even have to teach, I was just gettin' paid to wander around the campus after just affirming that I would get a break. I really like this particular school and I'll be goin' back again a couple times next week.

Also affirmed that every class I teach is super chill and respectful— worked like a fucking charm yesterday despite teaching a class of first graders with enough energy to fuel sixteen teslas. So many of the kids were so sweet and cute :( one of the lil' babies even asked to hold my hand while I walked the class to recess, absolutely made my fuckin' day she had tiny lil' HANDS. and I got so many hugs yesterday from them it made me want to drop to my knees and sob bc of cuteness aggression.

I left my special notebook in the classroom of one of the classes I was teaching for at one school and manifested that I'd get invited back at the school to teach so I could get my notebook back, which I did.

Some appearances change success -> longer lashes, fuller lips, edges are always tamed tyvm, purple's started to appear in my irises with each day, skin's lookin' fantastic, been dealin' with rapid weightloss, feet are shrinkin'. one of these days I might drop a reveal and then delete it an hour after just bc I can 🧍 not to be that person but... I'm really pretty and always have been 🚶🏾

Mental manifestation successes -> social anxiety has dissipated into nearly nothing, making it easier for me to do my job, my social battery is steadily increasing, I no longer experience burnout after every work day, my anxiety is pretty much gone but there is the lingering and there but I automatically shoo the thoughts aside— these were really big for me tbh and I am so happy that I can now walk into places without fearing like everyone is judging every little thing I do, I walk with so much more confidence it's almost terrifying how much I've changed.

A lot of manifestations this week had to do with my current job tbh which has been lovely!!! also, I hope these successes aren't too 'small' and 'ridiculous' for some people— lookin' at that one anon who had the fuckin' audacity to belittle my accomplishments, I'm still petty over it 🕵️— I'm a simple person who gets excited over every little thing so... I'm sorry ya don't experience joy in life like I do!!! hOpe ya enjoyed this week's update !!! be ready for next week nyohohoho

#— chai rambles. !!~#— chai's void updates. !!

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Seventeen)

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*note: this game is BEFORE jack’s penalty!!! i’m sticking to the real life time line

TUESDAY, MARCH 21ST

yourusername

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yourusername welcome to my postgame penalty box update: my beautiful boyfriend edition! we definitely played a game today… but despite the loss, my z baby is officially at one game since his last vacation to the sin bin!

z did some shoving, but a fight did not ensue! i don’t know what the ref said to him, but he definitely snatched z to keep him out of trouble and just chilled with his arm around z for a second, and ya know, i respect that. keep my mans in line!

now, you might be wondering, “why is mac-t in the last pic?” that, my besties, is because mason served the too many men on the ice penalty that was 100% because z wasn’t off the ice. thank you for your sacrifice, mac-t!🫶

p.s. happy debut nesty!! can’t wait to see how the rest of this season treats you! @_nester_8

i love you, always, z baby! stay out of trouble! (or don’t idc) (i do) (i like bad boys)🧡

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trevorzegras i love you, forever🧡 (i’ll never share what i talk about with the linesman and refs)

yourusername *insert curse word here*

trevorzegras you love me

yourusername regrettably

user1 i’d like to forget about this game actually

user2 twins

jamie.drysdale don’t you thank the refs for “keeping him in line” you groaned when a fight didn’t happen

yourusername THAT WAS A SECRET

trevorzegras no, my love, it was not

jackhughes we all know you root for fights

_quinnhughes i think of you every fight i see

yourusername good to know i never leave ya’ll’s heads

user3 dallas is 100% doing his best to keep z out of the box

colecaufield i’m team “trevor going feral”

yourusername i’m team everyone going feral

colecaufield i gotchu when i’m back!

yourusername you better!!

trevorzegras don’t make promises you can’t keep because then i have to hear about it

yourusername @/trevorzegras marry me rn so i can divorce you

trevorzegras @_quinnhughes can i marry y/n so she can divorce me

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras no

colecaufield @/jamie.drysdale your wife is trying to cheat on you

yourusername @/colecaufield YOU TATTLE TAILING BITCH

jamie.drysdale those are some big feelings from someone so small

user4 z and mac-t making the same face watching the replay is so best friends of them

_quinnhughes how dare your boyfriend not take responsibility for his crimes?

yourusername you’re just pissy because you had to pay for your crimes

_quinnhughes it was for you

yourusername sap (i don’t believe you for a second but i love you)

_quinnhughes (that’s because i was lying but i love you, too)

trevorzegras (THIS IS MY POST)

jackhughes you’re a confusing little soulmate, did you know that?

yourusername elaborate, soulmate

jackhughes you’re proud for the lack of penalties but then root for penalties??

yourusername and i am disappointed at your lack of penalties so i think that balances it

trevorzegras @/yourusername @/jackhughes i don’t think this conversation made any sense

jackhughes @/trevorzegras that’s because we’re soulmates and only we can understand it

user5 trevor not complaining that mason made the post is character development

masonmctavish23 anything for z

yourusername you’re a saint, you criminal <3

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storiesofsvu · 9 months

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Solace in Solitude Ch 5

Emily Prentiss x reader enemies to lovers warnings: language, medical talk (some of which is not accurate, don't at me), minor hurt/anxiety, y'all know the drill already. My deepest apologies for how long this update took. Life really took over, ya know? I hope it won't be that long before the next one! Don't wanna miss an update? Sign up for the taglist here! Like what you read? Interact, Tip your writer!🩵

Emily wasn’t sure if it was anxiety or excitement coursing through her veins but she was practically buzzing from the moment the first nurse of the day left her room. The reason for the buzzing of course, was that all that stood between her and getting discharged was your signature. One little scribble on the bottom of a piece of paper and she would be out of this godforsaken hospital room for good, back out in the real world with fresh air, proper food and she could only pray, an actual coffee. She felt a bit like a child on the very last day of school, where you were stuck watching the clock tick each second by while you stared out the window watching the sunny day go by, aching to be running through the field rather than trapped in class, even if all you were doing was watching a movie. She was ready to rip out her IV and wander through the streets of Paris and at least attempt to enjoy this forced vacation.

The issue being that you normally swung by earlier in the day, checking on her and making sure everything was good before you started your rounds on other patients, took in other traumas and dove into surgeries. Emily reluctantly sat through a morning of near silence, no one coming or going from her room while she played scrabble on her tablet before lunch was served. She made sure to eat every ounce of it, on the off chance this was some kind of test, before she spent the afternoon switching between napping and catching up on the most recent season of The Bachelor that seemed to have her enamoured. She swore the sun was almost setting in the skyline by the time you finally rounded the corner into her room, this time you were in cozy clothes instead of scrubs, a small smile on your face.

“Sorry. Things got a little crazy today, how are you?” You asked, sweeping through the room to glance through her chart.

“Aching to get out of here.” She replied with a soft sigh and you chuckled.

“Well… everything looks good.” You flicked the chart closed, moving to the table, “I’ll sign off on these, file them, take your IV out and we can finally be on our way.”

“Are you serious?” Her face lit up and you were pretty sure it was the first time you’d actually seen her smile, “like, you’re not fucking with me?”

“Why would I fuck with you?” You barked a laugh, “I know this is what you’ve been waiting for, I wouldn’t dare tease.”

“No last minute tests or scans?”

“Nope.” You smiled, “everything yesterday checked out perfectly. You’re doing good in PT, incisions all healed, ribs back to normal and in the places they should be. You,” you picked up one of the newer clipboards from the base of the bed, scrawling your name across a handful of dotted lines, “are free to go.” You pulled off the pages of discharge papers that were her copies, handing them to her, “there’s some after care instructions and a few other things in there you’ll need to read over.” Moving through the room you gloved up, swiftly taking out her IV, un-attaching her from the rest of the machines, “alright. I’m gonna go file these and punch out, give you time to make sure you’ve got everything.”

“Thanks.” Emily flashed you a bright smile as you collected all the paperwork you needed and disappeared from the room.

She let out a huge breath of relief, shifting from the bed as her eyes carefully glanced around the room to make sure she hadn’t missed packing anything up, not that she had much to begin with but she still wanted to double check. She had just tucked her phone charger into her bag when you popped back through the doorway, your bag tossed over your shoulder this time.

“Ready?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” She replied, cautiously picking up the small duffle, only wincing slightly when she got it over her shoulder.

“It’s not far.” You commented, digging through your bag until you found the spare metro card, passing it off to her, “that’s for the rest of the month.” You seamlessly switched to French as you exited the hospital doors in an attempt to blend in “have you been to Paris before?”

“Yeah.” She replied, pausing for a moment as you nodded toward your right in the direction of the metro, “lived here for a bit growing up.”

“Well, at least you won’t be utterly lost then.”

Conversation fell quieter as you ducked into the station, not only could Emily tell that you’d had a long day she was catching the vibe that you’d had a long week and were very much looking forward to getting home after you’d finished chaperoning her. On top of that, this was her first time out in civilization in months, she was a little on edge, a little rusty in her profiler ways as she discreetly listened to conversations around the two of you, eyes carefully darting around making sure your surroundings were safe and Ian wasn’t magically on the same train platform. You seemed to sense this, discreetly giving her wrist a gentle pinch when your train showed up so it wouldn’t look like you were fully giving her directions, guiding her to a seat at the back of the car where her back could be to the wall and she could keep an eye on things. You still weren’t sure on specifics but you knew she’d been a little freaked out about leaving the safety of the hospital, that this could be overwhelming for anyone getting discharged after that length of time much less someone who was living a fake life currently in order to survive.

A few stops later, you gently nudged at her good side and she followed you out of the car, taking note of what station it was and which exit you took that was closest to your destination. You nodded toward a little market, asking if she wanted to grab a couple of things on her way home and she agreed, silently slipping through the aisles until she’d found enough to last through a couple of days and met back with you at the counter. She felt awkward when you passed off cash to the shop owner, realizing she didn’t have any and you muttered an apology to her as you left the shop, saying you’d left her bank and credit cards in the apartment with her passports and stuff, not wanting to lose them. You took the bag from her so she wasn’t carrying too heavy of a load as you walked up another block and a half and you directed her to an apartment building, using the fob to get through the front door and into the elevator where you scanned it again to make it move.

“Extra security is nice.” Emily mumbled, letting out a breath as she relaxed into the back wall, “and I appreciate the escort, but you really didn’t need to come up with me.”

“I didn’t want you to struggle with two bags.” You retorted and she let out a little laugh, interrupting when you tried to continue your stream of thought.

“Am I not trusted with the key?”

“No, you’ve got your own.” You dug through your bag again, pulling the second chain from it to pass over to her.

“My… own?” She stalled slightly as the elevator doors slid open, glancing between the key in your hand and the one in hers. She watched as you stepped a few feet down the hallway and slid your key into the lock, “do you have a key to my apartment?”

“Seriously?” You raised a brow to her, pushing the door open before silencing the alarm as she scurried out of the elevator and to your side, “they spent seventeen thousand on your funeral, another six hundred and forty two thousand on your medical bills and that doesn’t even cover your ongoing PT. You’re lucky they gave us a two bedroom.”

“What.” Her voice hardened slightly as she stepped into the doorway of the apartment, her lips forming into a tight frown.

“Between their allocated budget and your level of ongoing care it was the best option.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

She stepped into the space, letting the door swing shut behind her and after a brief second thought, she turned to quickly make sure it was locked. The apartment wasn’t small, but it wasn’t giant either, a small entry space filled with a rug, coat and shoe racks and a small table that you tossed your keys and work bag down onto as you kicked off your shoes. A foot or so down on the left was a small kitchen, enough space for most standard appliances and counterspace that curved into a breakfast bar opening up into the living room. The space was tidy, clean, dishes sitting in the drying rack that she could only assume were from that morning, a few blankets tossed over the back of the couch and one of the larger chairs, a few books, some of which looked like medical text books on the coffee table along with a vase of flowers. Off to the right were three doors, each open and it was safe to assume two were bedrooms and the one in between was a bathroom.

“Laundry’s in the basement.” You commented, pulling her out of her trance as you crossed to the kitchen to put the food away in the appropriate places, “the card for it’s with your bank and ID’s on the bedside table.” You gestured towards the room closer to the door and she was safe to assume that meant it was hers, “some extra clothes and things in the closet. Make yourself at home.”

“Yeah.” Her tone was terse, letting out a huff as she kicked her shoes off and disappeared into her room to dump her bag on the bed, looking around the space.

“I’m gonna run down to the gym, you have my number if you want me to pick anything up on the way back.” You called to her as you wandered into your room, pulling your hair up into a ponytail as you grabbed a couple of things.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Her reply was barely audible through the apartment though the slamming of her bedroom door certainly was. It caught you off guard, jumping slightly at the sound before you glanced in the direction of her room through the wall. You hadn’t really thought sharing a space would piss her off like that, hell, after the way she’d been acting through the week you were back at the point that you thought the two of you might actually end up being friends. Rolling your eyes you let out a small sigh, scooping up your keys and grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before you stepped through the door, making sure it was locked behind you.

In her room Emily dropped down on the edge of the bed, her head burying in her hands as she let out a heavy breath. She’d been in such high sprits all day that she was finally going to be free, that she was going to be able to live her life again, be herself again. She’d nearly forgotten why she was in Paris in the first place, that just because step two was done and she was out of the hospital did not mean that things were going back to normal. She still wasn’t able to go home, wasn’t able to call any of her old friends and still had to be alert whenever she was out. Because she wasn’t herself, she was Valerie. And Valerie deserved a fighting change at surviving this mess, even if Emily didn’t.

You came back a couple of hours later to a dark and quiet apartment. Considering Emily’s reaction to the shared space you figured you’d give her a little bit longer to adjust to the new environment, giving her a chance to explore the space without you in it while you were out. Instead it looked like she had stayed shut away in her room, not a single thing out of place when you returned.

Flicking on a few lights you changed into pyjamas first, tossing your gym clothes into the laundry hamper, you’d opted to shower at the gym already so at least that was checked off your nightly list. Wandering back to the kitchen you pulled a few things from the fridge to whip together an easy chipotle chicken pasta, pouring yourself a hefty glass of wine to go along with it. Crossing through the apartment you set your dinner up on the balcony, wanting to enjoy the spring evening and fresh air outside of the hospital while you ate. On your trip back into the apartment you picked up one of the novels on the coffee table to indulge yourself with, before you glanced up to the closed bedroom door and let out a small sigh. You took a brief break to quickly plate up the second portion of pasta, topping it with fresh parmesan, wrapping it tightly in tinfoil before tossing the pot into the sink to be cleaned later. On your way back to the balcony you gently knocked on the closed door,

“There’s a plate of food on the counter, I know you didn’t eat dinner.” Was all you said before you slipped back to the balcony, sliding the glass door shut behind you. You figured if she had some privacy and her own space she was more likely to come out to at least get the food if not eat it.

You weren’t sure how long you were outside, but the sun was fully set, a chill in the air pulling shivers from you as you finished another chapter. Figuring that was the signal to head back inside you picked up your things, book going back to the coffee table while the dishes came with you into the kitchen. The extra plate of food still sitting exactly where you’d left it. You sighed softly, sliding it to the side so you could do your dishes, putting away the ones from that morning in the cupboard. You glanced toward her room, huffing softly before you picked up the plate and stashed it in the fridge, if she wasn’t going to touch it you at least wanted it edible tomorrow so you could eat leftovers.

Emily had fallen asleep not long after you’d knocked on her door, truthfully, she was pretty exhausted. If the sheer annoyance and frustration hadn’t kept her riled up when you were at the gym she knew she would’ve fallen asleep then. She was still recovering after all and even a short journey through the city was more than enough to wipe her out. She’d drifted in and out through the silence and the sound of you doing dishes, listening as you putzed around the apartment a bit before your bedroom door finally clicked shut. She could feel the pit in her stomach beginning to ache and knew she would need to eat something before attempting to get some sleep but she didn’t dare leave her room until long after she’d heard you flick your bedroom light off and get into bed.

Only once the apartment was in complete silence did she finally, silently, slip from under the covers of her bed, pulling JJ’s sweater tighter around her as she snuck around the apartment. With you off in dreamland she finally let herself look around the space properly, it was decorated nicely, although she was sure some of that wasn’t you. This was likely some federal apartment, and Interpol one, maybe even a Doctors without Borders one, that was even more likely knowing her trail had to be covered. But there were still touches she knew had to be you, more personal items that you would’ve picked up over the last couple of months, the blanket over the back of the couch looked particular inviting, fuzzy but not in the overstimulating itchy way, dotted with constellations and she was sure that was yours. She liked the flowers on the table, the idea that you liked to fill your space with something alive, colourful and considering the shape of them you changed them out every couple of weeks, she’d noticed an array of flowers at the market you’d stopped at earlier. Above the tv there were some photo frames scattered on the wall, a few of you with a girl a few years younger who looked an awful lot like you, considering they all looked like travel pictures she figured that was your sister. Another frame looked like a family photo, an older brother from what she could tell from resemblance, who had a couple of kids, your sister and your parents. The third was from a graduation, judging by your age she figured when you finished medical school, the same friends copying over into a couple of other photos, one where it looked like you were a bridesmaid. Little pieces of home you’d brought with you in an attempt to ground yourself and not forget who you were, things that she didn’t have on this particular journey.

Her stomach growled and she let out a sigh, thankful it had distracted her before she could spiral down the hole of not having any pieces of her old life here. She quietly wandered back to the kitchen, not even daring to flick the light on, using the fridge and stove lamp as her resources as she found the plate of food wrapped in the fridge. Her hand rested on the counter as she pulled it out, hitting a patch of condensation where it must have been sitting warm, waiting for her earlier and her head tilted in realization. Directly beside the spot was a three quarter full bottle of wine, an empty, clean wine glass, as if you’d left that out for her along with the food originally. Her eyes darted to the drying rack, a water spotted glass sat there, you’d clearly already had yours. Popping the plate into the microwave she thought for a moment, the only meds she was still on were the sleeping ones and anxiety ones, both you’d mentioned no heavy drinking on, but she was sure one glass wouldn’t hurt. Hell, it would probably knock her the fuck out with the meds and that truly was what she needed if she was gonna get any sleep in a new environment.

She managed to catch the microwave before it beeped, glancing up toward your room and listening for a moment before she pulled open a drawer in search of cutlery. Unbeknownst to her, she actually copied your routine, taking the food and wine out to the balcony to enjoy. She couldn’t help but want to feel the breeze on her face, breathe the fresh air, the coolness of it helping calm her racing heart, help ease her anxiety while she ate. She felt bad leaving the glass and plate in the sink but by the time she was finished her wine her eyelids were drooping so heavily she knew she wasn’t going to make it much longer, enough energy to make sure all the doors and windows were locked before collapsing into her bed.

Emily tugged the blankets tighter around her, letting out a little shiver as she curled around herself. She inhaled heavily, frowning when the scent of detergent was overpowering, only a flicker of JJ’s perfume remained on the sweater. It had stood out so strongly against the chemical smells in the hospital it had been her go to calming mechanism, a memory of home lulling her to sleep. Now so much time had passed it was nearly gone and she knew she would need to wash the thing soon, then it would be gone forever. Her body sunk heavily into the bed, at least this one was more comfortable than her last, letting out a breath a tear rolled over her cheek as she nestled deeper into the pillows. It was only a moment later she was asleep, hoping that her dreams would distract her, that maybe she’d wake up in a different situation, that maybe all of this had been a nightmare of its own.

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rafayelpochii · 9 months

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Unholy | Rindou Haitani x Reader

tw: gunplay,nsfw! mdni! you had been warned!

A/N: Hiii guys it's been a long time lol just got back on this account since I've been focusing on my acads last year and just like I promised, I ain't taking this book down:> sooo here's another update!! Another school year started and it's totally my first day in college! Idk why I feel excited but anyways, this one's gonna be short because I'm literally writing this in the middle of class haha (don't get the wrong idea here, I'm still listening!) and my freakin' instructor's looking at my way and I've got to end this a bit quick:> anyways, I hope this'll be enought for the meantime! Lovelots! see ya next update!

Oh! And also, I checked my dm's and a lot of you were asking if I'm doing fine, and yes I am— so far, college life isn't stressing the hell outta me yet lol haha anyways, I still accept requests so please feel free to dm me or leave them in the comments and I'll see what I can do!thankyou

It was sinful, lewd, mostly— 𝙪𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮. The way you hear the squelching sound coming from your own cunt, it was all from the three. You struggled to keep your mouth shut– trying not to make any incoherent sounds, just like what your boyfriend wanted you to do. "𝘈-𝘢𝘩–" you manage to hold your squeals back by putting the back of your hand to your mouth, biting your tongue from the sudden speed of the gun's tip's friction inside you.

Rindou plastered a cocky smirk on his lips, seeing you all worked up from his impudent and risky acts. It wasn't his fault— it was yours in the first place. If only you hadn't picked up a bullshit on him- telling him yourself that you fucked with another guy– he should've not been rough to you. Who knew your little mischievousness would end you up getting gun-played on the backseat. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭— 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘮?" he cooed along with his infamous cocky tone, pumping the tip of his black gun inside your wet cunt– producing squelching sounds around.

You choked out of air– coughing slightly as you tapped his hands from the overwhelming feeling it causes. You had to admit– it was good, 𝑤𝑎𝑦 too good. The amount of pleasure the gun's friction gave was so intense it can almost took your breath. "𝘈-𝘢𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶— 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵-𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵-" there you exploded, he retracted the firearm out from your womanhood— leaving you all bare, empty and needy infront of him. Legs spreading wide, hips bucking for friction, and skirt's up to your hip– exposing your sex infront of him. You breath heavily along with your mumbles as you gushed your own release on the seat.

"𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦?. 𝘕𝘰?– 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥" Rindou clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly. "𝘖𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦." he said– leveling the tip of his gun to your mouth, small trail of drool dripping down from the side of your lips.

A muffled moan escaped from your throat from his harsh push of the weapon in to your mouth which you then put your tongue into action– swirling around the tip of it, tasting your own release as your teeth slightly grazed the side of the gun. "𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘮?— 𝘺'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶" he followed a small cocky chuckle before pulling the object out of your mouth with a popping sound, leaving you in a panting mess.

"𝘔'𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦– 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦." you said in a low yet clear voice. Rindou scoffed as an answer, one brow lifting up, grabbing both of your legs before putting it on both of his muscled shoulders. You whimpered out of sensitivity from the sudden action.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦.." he answered before levelling his face near to your sex, causing his hot breath graze on your sensitive bud. You whimpered once again, making him smirk unnoticed. "..𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺'𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸." he presses a slight kiss on your clit, resulting you to jolt slightly. Rindou sighed, looking at your wet cunt once again as he lick his lips. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭— 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬?. 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴?"

Your silence was the great answer for his question. He smirked before digging in to your womanhood— eating you out like the eager one he is. Your eyes suddenly shut as you bit your lip, moaning and grabbing the back of his mullet hair— pulling him close to you as you locked your legs together, feeling the ecstasy approaching once again.

The way both of you grunts and moans mix around the vehicle, to the way the car rock back and forth from the rest of the night— it was all so sinful, yet pleasurable— 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑜 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦.

✄𝙀 𝙉 𝘿

#smut warning #tokyorev smut #x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #rindou haitani x reader #rindou smut #rindou haitani #tr rindou #bonten #bonten rindou #smutwarning #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you

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lets-try-some-writing · 10 months

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Hi! Real quick before I give you my ask, I just wanted to tell you that you work is amazing and I absolutely adore it. I'm in a pretty dark place rn but anytime you update pits a smile on my face so thank you for giving me some kind of joy ❤️

So I wanted to see if you could do anything with Ironhide? I love that mech so much and I think it would be super cool to see what you could with him. Like, if he arrived on Earth and Miko was the one who found him because that girl can't stop sneaking through the ground bridge lol and introduced him to our weird floating ball of mud? I feel like they would get along like a house on fire

Or you could whatever! It's your creative brain, let it go wild. But if you can't think of anything or have too much going on, go ahead and delete this weird ask :)

Stay safe and stay hydrated! 😁

I am so happy to have helped you out my friend. I am late as hell when it comes to answering this, but I wanted to take time to contemplate the prompt. Thank you for your patience.

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Ironhide was supposed to be working with Prowl, that's where Prime put him. However he was not one to leave his Prime alone. Optimus was well known for going and almost getting himself blown up at every turn, so Ironhide was not much inclined to leave his Prime alone on a foreign world with a bunch of trigger happy mecha, an old medic, and a youngling.

It was against orders, but sometimes a mech just needs to break orders to get things done. So it didn't bother Ironhide all that much when he snatched as much energon, weaponry, and ammo as possible and took off in a small ship to try and track Optimus and his team down. But of course he wasn't able to get off without a hitch, he had Prowl on his aft for roughly a groon and had to avoid the mech's attempts to recall him for a while. Then there were the random meteoroid showers that had him having to stop for a time as well as the odd Autobot bases he stopped at the check in and help fight off whatever threat there was in the area. He had a goal, but it was hard to not get sidetracked every two Kliks.

However eventually he got a reading regarding Optimus's last known location. He hadn't exactly told the whole army where he was heading for fear of Megatron doing something abhorrent or blowing them all up. Despite that it was not the most difficult thing in the world to use Prowl's codes to get into the database and find where Optimus was off to when he ditched the army to tail Megatron. Admittedly Ironhide found himself raising a brow at the planet of Earth when he looked into it. The place was a mudball covered in organic life while somehow managing to have energon in strangely large quantities. Personally he found it to be a less than ideal place for any Cybertronian to settle, much less Megatron, but he shrugged, set the coordinates, and shot off toward where Optimus was last recorded being.

It was quite a boring trip, but when he arrived to Earth he was beyond giddy when he noted the Decepticon presence on the planet. Sure he was largely out of ammo after his numerous pitstops and hardly had enough energon to last him another deca-cycle, but what was life without a little risk? He grinned and flew down planet side the moment he got a ping from the resident Autobots requesting his serial number. By the time he was close enough to give it and open a video channel, he had no problems keeping up a slag eating grin in response to Ratchet's blanching at his presence.

"Aye Doc. How've ya been?"

Ironhide was met with a groan of agitation that had him cackling even as Optimus and the rest of the team came on call and began directing him toward their base of operations. Landing his ship and striding out like he owned the place earned him an excited set of binary greetings from Bumblebee, groans from Ratchet, a series of largely uncertain expressions from Arcee and Bulkhead, and mixed disappointment and relief from Optimus. He was welcomed with open arms and brought into the base to be brought up to speed. He only ended up listening to about half of it before he regretted life itself upon it being made clear that being incognito was required. He was a warrior, having to hide was not exactly his strong suit.

"Prime, you can't really mean I've gotta hide like I ain't a weapons specialist?"

"This is what is required Ironhide. If the humans know of our presence, we will be exposed and they will be roped into our war"

"They're called humans? Huh, squishy lookin things they are"

Ironhide took up an alt-mode without too much of a fuss and blended into the team well as he took up the place Cliffjumper left behind. He was gruff but amusing in his own way and brought a degree of levity to the situation with his trigger happy nature. Ratchet despised him as he did everyone who turned up at his station too often. Arcee was largely annoyed with him for failing to follow proper protocol when on the battlefield. Bulkhead found Ironhide a welcome relief even if he had to try and reign him in more often than not and remind him they were on EARTH, not Cybertron. Bumblebee was just happy to have backup in the form of someone familiar and Optimus was largely in the same boat.

Ironhide fought well and without issue, granting the team greater success through grit alone. The Decepticons knew greater fear having one of the most aggressive Autobots turn up on the battlefield despite the mech in question supposedly being stationed elsewhere. Vehicons all know that the moment Ironhide turns up, its best to flee unless one is eager to have a frame full of machine gun bullets. Ironhide has and will continue to have no qualms eliminating threats, even if they are just Vehicons. Starscream had war flashbacks the first time he took to the air and got an audial full of swearing fit for a flotilla commander from the weapon's specialist. Soundwave began implementing new safety measures the moment he found solid recordings showing Ironhide smiling like a madmech while shooting down Decepticon soldiers. And when Megatron finally returned from his trip snorting dark energon, he too took one look at Ironhide and equipped as many of his units with shields as possible. It wouldn't save them from the heavy weapons Ironhide was known for handling, but it might get them an extra Klik or two on the battlefield.

With Ironhide's help, things were improving for the team despite the constant need to remind him to lay low and stop blowing up every servant class Vehicon he came across. Then the human children got involved.

"What are these things doing in base? This is war, not a sparkling center!"

"I was spotted"

"No slag two wheeler!"

Jack and Ironhide disliked each other on principle. Jack was not fond of combat and it was all that seemed to drive Ironhide to the human boy since he was not aware of many of the finer details of the war. Rafael did not have an issue with Ironhide, but he preferred the slightly tamer bots around base. Ironhide was simply a bit too much for him and it certainly didn't help that the weapons specialist made no effort at all to speak English unless absolutely required. But Miko? She adored Ironhide, and while he refused to admit it, Ironhide came to care for her too.

He refused to speak any English unless there was no other choice when it came to every other human. He would even make a point of only speaking Cybertronian when Agent Fowler came by demanding things of them. Ironhide found it hilarious to watch the human Agent fume at being unable to understand what was being said. But with Miko? Ironhide would gladly butcher the English language to speak with her. Miko in turn had a grand time watching him work on his weapons, asking questions about them, and requesting war stories. Ironhide, ever underappreciated, was thrilled at the attention and took great care with his favorite human.

Was it against the rules? Yes. Did Ironhide get reprimanded on a daily basis? Also yes. But Ironhide knew Optimus when the Prime was but a clerk newly given the responsibilities of running a planet and no Matrix to his name. He had blackmail material and didn't fear his Commander, even if he did respect him. Thus he had no qualms against giving Miko weapons and teaching her to shoot. There were many attempts to stop him, but with a weapons specialist capable of making just about anything into a deadly tool, there was no way he could be kept in line. Besides, Miko wanted to get involved. She was willing to fight for the cause, so why not arm her? Surely it was safer manning a machine gun strapped to Ironhide's shoulder rather than hide behind some rock and possibly get snatched?

When Wheeljack arrived, he agreed with Ironhide's assessment. Thus with their respective trigger happy nature combined, Ratchet lamented life, Optimus gave up trying for the most part, and Miko found herself a gunner for one of her favorite fighters.

Ironhide may or may not have also continually entertained himself by scaring the local humans by driving with no holoform, but that was just for him to chuckle at when humans posted about the 'Ghost driver'. Optimus was too tired to care, Ratchet couldn't stop him if he wanted to, and the rest of the team didn't have the ball bearings to. Ironhide was allowed to do as he pleased for the most part. It was only when his shenanigans put the team at real risk that Optimus had him sent to his quarters and actually punished for his activities.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #bulkhead #arcee #ironhide #wheeljack #tfp kids #Ironhide = the bringer of chaos #mech does not give a frag and does what he wants #trigger happy in the extreme #he and Wheeljack get along fantastically #Miko is just there for the free weaponry

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