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Hello, I hope you are doing alright! So I can have a kinda cross over idea for a teen male reader. a mix of Batfam and star wars. The reader is a Jedi padawan that had to flee towards the Earth after the Jedi were forced into hiding and the rest is up to you.
Oh... It's been years since I watched Star Wars, but wiki is here to help. If there is something inaccurate, my apologies. Also, I had to put this iconic line in here.
Summary: (Y/N) is a Jedi who ran.
Warnings:
Earth wasn't a bad experience for (Y/N). After all, he has seen many different species and has seen a lot of things that would make everyone's skin crawl. It took a while for him to adjust to life here on Earth. It was... Interesting more than anything, but he did miss his fellow Jedis.
The Sith have taken over and every single Jedi was forced into hiding and they were forced to run. (Y/N) was a padawan, well, still is, but he doesn't really have any formal training, but he managed to pick up a few materials to study.
Padawans ran the farthest and hid extremely well. They had to, they would be the first targets for the Sith to kill them. (Y/N) for some reason actually loved Earth. Here, humans were a little bit weird, but he found success here as a writer.
He has always loved writing and then humans here liked it? He had no problem writing. He wrote under a pseudonym and he really enjoyed. Soon, he found a part time job in a really big tech company called Wayne Enterprises.
He worked hard there, despite it being a part time job. He enjoyed and he offered some insight to technology. Lucius Fox noticed him quickly and took his under his wing almost automatically. Such talent as Lucius would say, can't go to waste. He would be feeling guilty beyond belief.
There he met his now boyfriend Bruce Wayne.
Bruce and (Y/N) met when Bruce walked in the laboratory, wanting to see Lucius about something, but he found (Y/N) instead. (Y/N) and Bruce talked until Lucius came. He smirked as he saw something between the two.
He waited for a few moments before coming in, introducing (Y/N) once more to Bruce. Then, Lucius took Bruce and left (Y/N) to work alone in the lab. (Y/N) didn't think much of those conversations. He didn't look for anything exciting. It was just in his code as a padawan.
But Bruce wanted something more. (Y/N) was slightly conflicted about it with his training and everything he has been taught. But there was something about Bruce that made him... Well, (Y/N) had a few hot nights with himself after a meeting with Bruce that day.
That has been going on for a few months until Bruce has decided to man up and bite the bullet to ask (Y/N) out on a date. He really wanted this, so he had to be very careful and not scare him away. It took Bruce a few months to realize that he was bisexual so he said screw it.
He will ask him out. Even if (Y/N) says no, then that's life.
You could only imagine Bruce's surprise when (Y/N) said yes to the date. Bruce was shocked, but happy that (Y/N) has accepted it. Bruce told (Y/N) he would pick him up at his place and to be ready by 7 pm. Bruce was never so nervous in his life.
His kids noticed, how could they not? But Alfred told them that there will be hell to pay if they try to do something to (Y/N) and Bruce and if they try something to jeopardize the date.
Of course, they won't disobey their actual authority figure in the house so they waited with Alfred. Everyone was wondering whether or not he was in love and they have been wondering about (Y/N). What was he like? Is he cute? How come Bruce asked a guy? Is (Y/N) a gold digger?
All of those important questions, you know. They have to look out for their dad you know? Sure, Bruce is no fool, but still. And maybe, just maybe, they were bored with their lives.
Bruce and (Y/N)? Oh, they had a wonderful time. Bruce and (Y/N) talked about a lot of stuff. Bruce just wanted to know (Y/N) even more. He really did. Something was just... Bruce may have fallen in love.
And (Y/N)? Oh dear God, he fell hard. But still, he was scared to break the code. But he already got bonded to Gotham. It was a very peculiar city to him and he loved it. He didn't have it in his heart to ever leave this city. More so to leave Bruce. There was something about Bruce that (Y/N) found interesting.
Bruce drove (Y/N) back home that night and (Y/N) meditated before going to bed. Bruce, on the other hand, had patrol to go on. And let me tell you, the kids weren't letting up. The entire patrol was chaotic and Bruce under a line of fire from his sons.
It was just tiring and... Bruce was happy that he was patient with his sons. He really was.
Bruce introduced (Y/N) to his sons after a year of dating. He wanted to take it slowly and to see how he would react. Not everyone wants to date a man, a father of four more precisely. He told (Y/N) that he had kids on the first date. It was to make sure that there were no misunderstandings.
The introduction went very well. Everyone loved how (Y/N) was calm and relaxed, an oasis so to speak. A complete opposite of Bruce. Damian loved the way he meditated. Damian already called dibs on (Y/N). Tim said that he would borrow him for tech stuff. Jason simply gravitated due to the fact that he was calm and so... Balanced. Dick simply loved the fact that (Y/N) was a calm person.
But nothing is ever perfect and nothing lasts forever.
(Y/N) had to come clean to Bruce. He had to tell him about his Jedi side. He couldn't lie to him about it and he didn't like that something so heavy on his shoulders.
Bruce was worried when (Y/N) told him that they need to talk to him. Bruce could see that it was something serious and he thought that they were going to break up.
He didn't understand the word Jedi. What? Bruce thought that (Y/N) was crazy. Then (Y/N) used the Force and showed him his lightsaber. Bruce had to sit down for a second. Okay... What the hell is going on?
(Y/N) told him everything about Jedi Order and the Sith. He told him about the Sith taking over and forcing Jedi's into hiding. Bruce processed it all and asked him about leaving Earth. It was a valid question.
(Y/N) told him he couldn't leave because he got attached. He loved Bruce and his sons and that he couldn't leave. Even as if gets safe. Bruce hugged his boyfriend tightly, giving him a kiss. After calming himself down he also told (Y/N) that he has something to confess.
(Y/N) didn't expect to hear that Bruce Wayne is Batman. And that his kids are the birds, but hey... At lease they were honest with one another. Bruce and (Y/N) shared a hug that day, happy that they got honest.
And that's what led to this moment between the two of them, in the middle of the night. It was a difficult patrol for those involved and Bruce just wanted some comfort. (Y/N) had to step in with his Force and everyone was just exhausted.
(Y/N) also had to come clean to the kids and they all wanted to see more of his Force, but he was too tired to even think, let alone use the Force. Bruce ushered everyone to go to the showers and just go to sleep.
(Y/N) and Bruce shared the shower, making sure that they are okay and unharmed. (Y/N) allowed himself to be lead to the bed to be changed by Bruce, who understood that this was not something that (Y/N) is used to. (Y/N) isn't used to operating every night.
(Y/N) reached out for Bruce who happily took his hand into his and squeezed, letting him now he is here. (Y/N) sighed as he relaxed, Bruce getting behind him and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
" Sleep honey, you deserve it. " Bruce murmured into the back of (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) nodded and just relaxed... The night wasn't really over yet.
All four sons came in at same time, seemingly having a bad dream at the same time. (Y/N) and Bruce welcomed them in. (Y/N) just got squished between them all and thankfully, Bruce had a big bed
For some reason, he wouldn't have it any other way.
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Propaganda below the cut!
Peter Puckett
I haven't finished paranatural as of submitting him, but he seems great. His life's dream is to own a convenience store. He loses 2 games of monopoly in 5 minutes by trying to buid a tower worthy of his power. He plays swords with his kids. When one of his kids wants to visit they're old town he plans the trip in like a day no questions asked. He's a cringefail man with a heart of gold.
hot single widower dad in your area. doesn't know that his son is a weird psychic, but knows he would still love his son if he was a weird psychic. once squeezed pizza grease into his daughter's cup of soda.
Vergilius
ok he's scary but he is so dad-coded. kind of sharp-tongued and emotionally distant but he has a soft spot for the bus driver. basically his daughter atp. in chapter one of "leviathan" he goes to visit an orphanage on christmas in a santa hat. he keeps a photo of the orphanage kids in his pocket even after the orphanage was destroyed..
he counts as a dilf because he volunteered at an orphanage <3 looks miserable but kids love him
he looks like shit and i’m madly in love with him he looks like he stood in the rain for 4 hours straight he’s my wife my girlfriend my babygirl skrunkly mipy blorbo (he’s killed hundreds of people)
#peter puckett#paranatural#vergilius#limbus company#expecting peter to get his ass kicked here#but then again i expected him to get his ass kicked last round#polls#round 3
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Convince me to watch Buddy Daddies, if you please?
*sips tea*
I will make a powerpoint presentation if this very biased, very comprehensive list still doesnt convince you.
Reasons to watch Buddy Daddies:
the songs are catchy (listen to SHOCK by Ayase, you'll be dancing in your living room or crawling on the walls)
its a hitmen trying to parent action rom(?)-com with very relatable fresh parent moments, yakuza domestic violence scenes and a short if on the nose critique on Japan's bogus complicated paperwork process while Kazuki and Rei try to enroll Miri into daycare and forging getting all the neccessary documents and forms together
features a motherly, overzealous best friend with past trauma-coded hitman Kazuki, who's more the 'brains' aka strategist of a hitmen duo together with deadpan, possessed-by-a-cat-spiritiually hikikomori who knows his way better around a gun or 100 than he does in a grocery store Rei.
the best assassin ever doesn't know how to cook for shit, his signature dish is french toast
the mothers of the other kids Miri plays with at daycare oggle Rei and Kazuki (understandable since they're two hot single dads ahem)
there's a mom group chat where the chat explodes with messages like "OIL BARON?! I KNEW THEY SMELLED OF OLD MONEY!", "they r hot :D" & rumors about the family situation in general
the jokes/compliments the mom's give to Rei "he's very cool! he has that hitman aura!"
Miri's biological dad gets killed during a deadly altercation with Kazuki and Rei in a shootout, her only other biological relative is her mom, who abandoned Miri in order to pursue a singing career with an abusive boyfriend but is trying to get around & wants Miri back
Kazuki is a deadly housewife
central themes: family relations, blood doesn't mean shit, the horrendous struggles of raising a kid with 0 knowledge of how to raise kids, sacrifice, implied stigma of two men raising a child alone + stigma against single mothers, generational trauma & overcoming trauma as adults, sometimes the only light at the end of the tunnel is your completely platonic co-worker who offers to cut your hair, a warm bath and gets your life together so you don't die alone
Rei has an undercut
Miri is the cutest ball of energy and sass that only a small child possesses
some boy has a crush on Miri but gets the Death StareTM by her two overprotective Papas
the tough, cutthroat life of a kindergartener
the overlapping themes of how important family is & how biological family can have the types of people in your life you absolutely want and have to cut off in order to be healthy, adjusted adult
love being the driving force to overcome obstacles, grief being the love with nowhere to go and the suffocating emptiness being replaced by a mismatched found family of two assassins and an orphan toddler who cook together and win races together
the food looks good
how grief and generational/familial trauma can cripple people in different ways and how traumatized people can heal together and become each-other's strength
alcohol is not the answer kids (oh and killing too)
the concept of motherhood: Ep 3. feat. Kazuki's sexist comment about mothers that are incapable of hating their own children. Misaki (Miri's mom) resents her daughter for destroying her dreams, Kazuki says that raising a kid is supposed to come naturally to a mother. He changes his tune later when he sees how difficult it is raising Miri & how Misaki genuinely tried until she was disappointed and traumatized by her own life & the arrival of an unwanted child.
the concept of fatherhood as introduced by Miri: "A papa is someone who will save you from trouble!". Whereas the fathers through the rest of the cast can be either described as "tormenters", "absent" or "sir"s.
good character building for almost all the characters
Bad Guy Ogino gets killed in a very poetic way, *mwah*
speaking of: creepy assassin Ogino keeps a notebook of people he's killed & what their last words were. Basically the teenage girl journaling experience but for deranged assassins
all in all you'll fall in love with the characters and laugh and cry until you dehydrate yourself
Send me another ask if you end up watching it & tell me what you think! :D
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Batfamily Kiddos And My Hc's Even though nobody asked for them
New series asshats! "-- hcs even though nobody asked for them will be a returning series you little shitfucks.
Dick Grayson
He has a really good music taste, loves a good jazz, funk, or jersey club song
Collects certain hand sanitizers because he likes the smell
He hoards magazines about himself so that once he becomes a parent, he can show them to his kids.
Has a soft spot for birds.
Night owl
Always wanted a parakeet but Alfie and Dad said no.
Really likes travelling to hot places
Cant swim, almost drowned the last time he was in a pool
Barbara Gordon
Really allergic to cats (Red eyes, hives, all the works)
She was a total nightcore kid back in middle school
Has multiple sets of joint problems that have been left untreated for actual years
Big fanfiction person
Collects plushies of bats because she likes them
Graphic novel addict
Dyes the tips of her hair different shades of red
Absolutely fucking hates tight jeans
Jason Todd
Been book buddies with Alfred since he was really young
Absolutely terrible at driving
Started greying prematurely, he dyes all of it but the white piece.
He takes melatonin before bed because of him having anxiety
Can't hold a girlfriend for shit, too promiscuous to stay single tho.
He had lots of pet fish growing up
He has a rose garden and is very proud of it
Wants to retire one day to be an old guy with a nice garden and literally a. single. child, that's it. All he needs.
Damian Wayne
Listens to way inappropriate music for his age
Thinks he's grown but he always has homework due
The bitchiest little sibling you will ever meet, he is a huge snitch too.
Always having an identity crisis.
Had really traditionally girly interests growing up (Ex: Fables, Flowers, Balet, and Barbies <3, what a sweet child)
Isn't allowed to have a girlfriend ever according to Bruce.
Laughs at inappropriate times a lot
Chronically wears vests because he thinks that it flatters his figure. (It doesn't, Alfred knows this but wants Dames to feel his best even if it makes him look short.)
Tim Drake
Was obsessed with wolves when he was young
Loves a funky-print suit
Really likes painting with gouache or watercolour
Big-ol Adhd brain
Wears the same coat without washing it for at least six months
Plays really funky indie games
Really likes feeling pretty, paints his nails, curls his hair, or even gets himself some new jewelry
Got his ears pierced when he was young, and has tons more ear piercings and plans to get his nose bridge pierced even though Bruce said he would kill him.
Stephanie Brown
Started coding at an early age
Collects old metal stuff
Special interest is welding and glass blowing
Very fond of bears, especially pandas.
A cheese connoisseur
Designs all the suits for the batfam
HTML is the love of her life
Aro ace and only Bruce knows, he's chill about it tho.
Cassandra Cain
Hearing problems GALORE
Uses some forms of AAC because of hearing problems and speech impediment (Lisp and Stutter)
More brooding than most of the boys
Really likes scrapbooking
Watches kids shows for fun because she had a really fucked up childhood
Absolutely never cries in front of the other siblings
Bruce is her shoulder to cry on because he gives such good advice
Crochets Before bed because it's a good stress reliever.
Duke Thomas
Haircut always stays fresh asf
Dissociates a lot
Always was a math person, didn't like reading growing up because of vision problems
Really loves chickens and has names for all of the chickens they own
Collects action figures of farm animals
A very faithful partner, he doesn't get into relationships with people he doesn't see a future with
Has a very fun textured closet but sticks with the yellow.
Collects cool pens and gives them to Alfred so he can have something cute to write with when he writes down groceries.
OK BYE CHAMOY PICKLES !!
ILY, DRINK WATER, SHOWER, GET UP, STRETCH, AND KEEP BEING AWESOME!!!
#gage won't stop yapping#gage's poet rambles#batfamily#dc#dcu#dick grayson#barbra gordon#damian wayne#tim drake#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#duke thomas#headcanon
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Secrecy
TW: Public sex. Language. Smut. Degrading Language.
SUMMARY: Your relationship with Rafe leads you at risk of expulsion for your recent need to claim one another in the middle of the day.
WORD COUNT: 750
*REQUESTED*
Anonymous asked:
hii can you maybe do something where reader and rafe, both kooks, go to boarding school together and they’re dating or secretly hooking up and they (almost) get caught by one of the teachers or someone from the school idk
Secrecy
“God, you feel so fucking good…” He breathed, pulling the grip around your waist even tighter as you would use the steps beneath him in support as leverage to continue the rise and fall made over his cock. The rush of being claimed in public and the way he was willing to please you at any time or place without anything more than a flirtatious glance across, ironic enough, chemistry class, and he was undressed and bouncing you in these passionate lifts. Your fingers ate into the fabric of his blazer as his head buried into your chest, your palms coming to his cheeks.
“You’re so hot…”
“Yeah? Why? Because anyone could see us?” He nodded.
“Because your dad would kill both of us if he knew how much of a whore his little girl is for my cock…”
“I am, Rafe…oh, God, I want it all the time…”
“Yeah?”
“Then take it…it’s yours, baby, it always is…” He explained, your motions quickening before the sound of steps echoed on the base of the steps to where you were only concealed by the curve of a banister and the positioning leaving you more distant than visible.
“Is someone up there?” As Rafe moved to slow his motions, not wanting to get you in trouble, despite his words stating the opposite, you would try his ability to remain silent as you rolled your hips and he bit into your neck. When a small moan left his lips, you clasped your hand around his mouth.
“Stay quiet.”
He nodded, eyes screwing shut as your rise and fall climbed in speed and depth before your lips came to his ear.
“I want you to make me come when she’s close…While I’m so fucking close, Rafe…” He pulled at your uniform, desperate to kiss the skin beneath, but well aware it would be a means for discovery at the sound of torn fabric. Instead, he would option for the skin available, which consisted of a few loose buttons and a short skirt as a courtesy of the school’s dress code.
“I love riding you, Rafe…you’re so big-” Your hands wrapped together behind his neck as he groaned into your chest, the vibrations almost tickling you as you giggled.
“I am giving you ten seconds to get back to class before I call the principal.” Rafe stilled his hips, eyes wide.
“You have ten seconds baby…” You explained as he looked towards the bottom of the steps, kept by the crescent style of the staircase as you brought his focus back to you.
“Eyes to me baby, watch me come for you…”
“Jesus christ, baby…” He moaned, your thighs tightening around him as your mouth came open in the familiar ‘o’ as his had came to a wrap at the back of your neck, pulling you closer towards him, foreheads joined for peace and proximity.
“I’m close baby…I’m so close…” He spoke through clenched teeth.
“Five seconds!” The teacher called from behind you both as you trembled over him, that orgasm tearing through you at the same moment he would curse your name into your own skin.
The sudden echo of steps climbing the steps would be the sound at your backs while you and Rafe ran up the stairs, looking back with laughter and managing to hide in a nearby supply closet, breathless for every single reason. Fear. Arousal. Need. Satisfaction.
“I think she’s gone…” You spoke while opening the door to find your share teacher having traveled across the corridor and into another wing of the boarding school as his hands came to your hips.
“Good…now I can have you all to myself.” You were turned to face him, his body familiarizing with your own once again, as you allowed yourselves to be gluttons to your passions once more. And as always, parting as strangers, as nobody could understand how the principal's daughter would ever give someone as scandalous and dangerous as Rafe Cameron the time of day. Especially someone as prim and proper as you..If only they knew…
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Know No Fear 3
rob. bro. YOU KEEP DOING THIS
and you get bodied EVERY SINGLE TIME.
he seems like he's the calm rational one but he's…really not
vs fulgrim he did the exact same thing even going "i know it's a trap" and he would have died except the ultramarines ended up sacrificing themselves to get him out
vs mortarion he did it like TWICE and only dad intervening got him out of that
i don't actually remember what happens to him here but he does get stabbed
oh here's the part that made me like Lorgar
"it's called treachery, Roboute. It works very well."
it sure does lol
lorgar talks a bit about Horus rising (heh) and Guilliman asks if he's on drugs
brother, singular
the only one down so far is Ferrus, rip Lorgar
once again, really wishing the only people who thought "hey the emperor is wrong and awful, maybe" didn't drink the chaos kool aid
Hot take : the imperium and chaos represent the false dichotomy presented by the modern right left political divide
and then things get…fun
it's also, incidentally, really interesting that Lorgar is like "we're here to kill you and take the Ultramarines out of the game"
and meanwhile Kor Phaeron tries to corrupt him to chaos
i do wonder what would have happened if they'd ended up on the same side
well i mean, wouldn't be the first time two people with grudges ended up on same side (Magnus and Mortarion) but it's gotten reallllly personal here
actually wait no i forgot about how he got sent into the vacuum of space
and then just managed to survive because he was so angry
so like, that really should have worked
but no one expected the plot armour guillirage
you know i think he might be the most plot armoured of all
local accountant who evades taxes somehow the main character of the universe
(yes he does canonically evade taxes)
(i found out)
(so my record of tax evading blorbos holds steady)
(i think the only one who doesn't is maybe Windblade)
okay spooky time and i really loved this bit for fully bringing the story out of the regular war/disaster and right into the twilight zone as well
oh THATS how he ends up in space
my original hc (re Lorgar and daemon) was that they switched out at the end
and the daemon climbing out of lorgar's skin was a metaphysical metaphor made literal over the comm link
idk if that's actually possible though
and now back to our Catholic representation, Old Person Oll Persson
he's having a nice morning but some dude just showed up
i remember when i read this i was like ????????
didn't he just die or something??
honestly i found this whole thing very confusing but apparently it's a meta plot in the Horus Heresy
wrong word
myth arc?
also wrong
plot thread that shows up across multiple books
ohhh time to get a look at the future
there's like 50 books or more that were written between this one and this actual scene happening
and somehow i have zero memory of reading this???
i think i was still going ??? at the secret group of immortals
eyy time to put together a team that's just made up of random people who happened to survive
including a catatonic teenage girl and another unskilled labourer
honestly this would work better in another series or if this were about them
man you know
it's funny how in every way the word bearers are the precursor to the imperium
aw lorgar is making special copies of his book for all his brothers
star wars: we blew up one planet to smithereens
kor phaeron: you are like little baby, watch this
oh yeah here we goooo the bit that made me lol
(for context, he's talking about seeing corpses with bits eaten)
i was like "i didn't think you people HAD the concept of a war crime"
okay, mr ventanus, how do you justify monarchia, by any of these codes and precepts
by any legality
by the moral code of mankind
in the end it was just "the emperor ordered you to do it, and he is the highest authority, so, you did it"
like i do realize the two aren't equivalent and the sheer level of destruction that was done to Calth isn't anywhere in the same league not to mention the corpse desecration and offscreen torture etc
but
regardless
Monarchia is also not justified by these things
also, this is a very fun chase scene
aw yeah Tawren and Arook meet up with Ventanus and Selachon
oh hello stab me in the heart again why don't you
ooooh horror movie on Maccrage's Honour
ultramarine feels fear
rip Gage, his hand gets bit off by daemon
AND NOW FOR MY FAVOURITE SCENE IN THIS BOOK (well tied for favourite with the lorgar one)
I LOVE THIEL SO MUCH
"today started in a different place" UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR
today started in an entirely different genre
i am platonically kissing thiel on the mouth
hahaha and now we find out WHY thiel was censured
lmaooo incredible
this whole bit still cracks me up
the first time i read this i thought for sure he was getting lured by a lorelei to his death
well actually i hit another bit that cracks me up
the two army dudes, in all the chaos
met the young dudes wife by the river
except well
and then they get caught by word bearer auxiliaries sacrificing people and i thought for sure they were going to die there
and then Old Person saves the day
and the ritual knife on this rando cultist
turns out to apparently be a big deal
like universe altering
e_e
okay maybe im misremembering maybe it's a different knife
okay i am misremembering
okay we got a date for Monarchia! 44 years ago
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During the IRL arc, after Kohga restores Byte's Admin status, he waltzes into Adminspace, using his new powers to warp it to his liking in a twisted parallel to when Emulator went there during his introduction arc. He turns it into a bizarre cross between a dark fantasy castle and a circus tent, with bits and pieces of the original office aesthetic(some scattered papers here, a splintered desk there, a torture device in the dungeon that looks suspiciously similar to a giant photocopier) dotted around as if to mock the other Admins.
And thanks to Kohga's meddling, they're all powerless against him and he takes every opportunity to rub it in their faces, especially CPU and Antivirus (he definitely remembers their visits to his cell. Payback's a bitch, ain't it). But, now that he's had his fun for a few hours, it's time to get down to business and get his Guardian Program back on track. So he just inputs the secret code he'd snuck in that'll let him take direct control of every SMG and-
>ERROR: Slimy Little Bitch Boy Detected
Wait, what? That's not supposed to happen. He tries to open up the System's code only to be met with
>Hey! That's my no-no square.
He snarls, "You are my creation. Obey me!"
>You ain't my real dad!
It wasn't even supposed to have a voice input option! The command box creaks as he grips it tighter in his frustration.
"Having a little trouble there Buggy Boi?"
Whirling around, he locks eyes with Lag. "You." he lunges forward, grabbing the other admin by the neck and lifting him as close to eye level as his chains will allow, "What the fuck did you do to my program, you pathetic waste of RAM!?"
Lag proves to be unimpressed, "I fixed it. Y'know, 'cause that's my job." He smirks, "If you want, we can call it payback for what happened to my boys."
Byte growls and slams him back into the wall, "Fine! I don't need your SMGs. I'll just wipe the slate clean and start from scratch!" A notification rings from the command box and he composes himself before opening a video chat with Welony, "Yes?"
"Well, hello to you too. I just wanted to check how things are going on your end." There's the sounds of destruction and screaming in the background.
"It's fine. I ran into a bit of trouble with regaining control of my SMG Program but it's nothing to worry about."
"Oh? What kind of trouble."
He rolls his eyes, "The morons here changed it even more than I thought. I can't make heads or tails of Lag's so-called 'improvements' and the System's turned against me. Better to just wipe them out and make new ones."
"I see," She sighs, "Well, that's a shame. And just when I was starting to enjoy having you around."
"What do you mea-AAAAAAA" PAIN HORRIBLE WHITE HOT SEARING BONE CRACKING PAIN!!!! "WHAT IS HAPPENING!?"
He can't see it from where he's convulsing on the ground, but she smirks, "Oh, I suppose I forgot to mention; your mask doesn't just hold Gohma's power, it also holds her soul."
"Y-you tr1Cked m3..."
"On the contrary, I gave you everything I promised you. You got your power, your authority, and your revenge. It's just...I also offered a good friend of mine a powerful new vessel. And what's more powerful than the last fully functional Admin?"
"I-!'ll k1lL y0u! I'll kILL yuuuuu and tURn y0^ inT0 a SmOOth13!"
As he continues to rant and rave against his former "partner," his body begins to swell, legs and pincers jutting out at random, the air filled with horrible squelching and snapping, the words gradually giving way to demonic screeching. All the while Adminspace changes as well, morphing into a dank cavern, the chains holding the de-powered Admins replaced by thick sticky webs.
Eventually the noises stop, and in Byte's place is a massive, spiky, monstrous cross between a spider, a scorpion, and a crawdad, its single massive eye roving hungrily over its captives. The only indications of who its body once belonged to are its color scheme and a battered, torn top hat hanging from its mandibles.
The Parasitic Ringmaster
Admin Gohma
"Have fun, girlfriend!" With that all-too-chipper sendoff, Welony hangs up and leaves the Admins to their fate.
#smg4#smg4 ocs#internet goddess au#the irl arc#byte#welony#lag#the guardian system#gohma#master kohga#the end of the toxic ringmaster#antivirus#cpu#emulator#this was inevitable#lag was chronologically the first admin byte screwed over so he gets to be the last admin who screws byte over#body horror#there is a zelda boss loose in the adminspace#yeah welony's in the middle of laying waste to the mushroom kingdom
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Oh my god I actually almost got the first character route done before Halloween? Am I dreaming? I thought this was gonna be hard asf???
Though I am a little worried the route is too short and the story is boring event wise, I think it's okay? Idk but I copied and pasted the code into a word counter a while ago and it's well over 16,000 words. I'd deduct 1000 to 2000 words off of that though due to labels and stuff that is not actual dialogue.
This is just supposed to be a short thrilling yandere game, so no need for long in depth emotional sequences I guess ^^ just something to get all, "Holy shit this dude is hot, yandere and is gonna blow my brains out??? Omg lord save me 😱😱😱"
it still makes me super anxious that my OC doesn't have 3 different emotional character arcs and his backstory explained in a matter of 30 minutes or so of gameplay 😭😭😭 like how are you supposed to fall in love with him if you don't know all of his trauma? 😰
I just need to tie up some endings, make special GC's and put in extra stuff to finally get it done!
This was about 1 week and a half of coding every single day? Idk I felt like dying a couple days ago, but after taking a bit of a break yesterday, I'm totally fired up!
Hopefully I will be able to release it before I move though! That would totally kill me if I couldn't though TT my school computer is gonna get taken away from me on the weekend I think, so it looks like I'm gonna have to move to my dad's computer.
Errrrrrugh sending over the sprites in my email gonna be soooooo TIRESOME
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Going through my short stories folder and there are so many things I've half written that could be adapted for modern warfare fanfics. The one where a guy running from the law kidnaps his favourite waitress when the bounty hunter catches up with him (John 'War Crimes' Price coded) and takes her out to his homestead in the middle of fucking nowhere, a single dad helping his daughter move out meets her hot now-ex roommate (Older Gaz, perhaps? Could also be Price but I feel like Gaz is tragically underutilized), one where a woman goes to a masquerade to kill the man that ruined her life (Need I say Ghost coded?), a fantasy setting where a warlord kidnaps a truth seer in order to help him regain his throne (Could be any of them but I'm leaning toward Gaz again. Soap is my second choice but I think he would forgo the truth seer in that situation and just start swinging. Could also make Soap the truth seer tbh. A little GazSoap never hurt anybody). Just had an scifi alien attack idea right now that has potential.
Wish I could write faster.
#cave writing#The nice thing about a bunch of these is that they're already half written and I could make some incremental changes#i gotta finish Roommates first though
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SEPTEMBER 14TH HORROR WATCH
Slash/Back
Why are they starting it like a documentary ?
Okay fishing boat
Blubber whale seal? Diced raw fish
Daughter father hunting
She can shoot
6 years later
Snow cores? ( i was looking down 😭)
White guy? Researcher
Some samples
Pulsing brain looking thingy in the show
ALIEN FACE SNATCH
And he gone
Soilstice
She looks too old to be a playground
But too old to jand with dad
Quarter allowance DAMN
60 weeks to save 15$
The toothless kid is getting stolen from by older girl
With the braids
No this one got braids too
Bike rescuer bout to save lil bit money
BIKE RACE
Whooo 12! 🚨
Other girls are biking now too unclear why
Got her threw her off the bike.omg PEAK LIL KIDS
They are friends again now just like that she literally just ran her off the road now they are all gonna hang out 🤣🤣🤣
Some girl harpooned a whale (reportedly)
"you're vicious on insta" I LOVE A DEAD PAN DELIVERY
They conspiring to go out on a boat alone
Dead white man on the news
She sunk out with the gun
(it has a scope) she's a long shot
The lil bit wanted to come but they sent her on a snack run she keeps trying to make 15$ deals to hand out with the older kids
She said i can make deals 🤣🤣
Old man caught them talking the boat out peak small town
Lil bit biked all the way to where they are or is she somewhere else by herself??
No she there
Polar bear
Whoa! Very far away to shoot it isn't that illegal
Bear attack
One shot still coming 2 girl shooters
Oh but this over folds under pressure
It got lil bit
Ooo she dead
Shot 2 main hunter girl got em
But lik bit
Holy crap how is she not mauled to death
She was just out, not a single scratch concussion only
They bail
OH AND THE BEAR has the alien thing inside it
They at least clocked the bear looked sus and was charging all wild like one foot was twisted
Black blood
Whitecop hassles kids
Anuk cop saves the day
Look into the kids respectives home
Well off girl parents ignore her
Main girls?? Step mom kinda mean v young??
Dead pan girl mom feeds her only big girl
Tattling is still the primary currency at that age
Shooter no 1 went to find the bear
Find the bike
Alien got somebody at the dock
Granny got dementia
Earlier they were dating all the adults get shit faced
Reference to one abusive parent
Shooter no 1 found the (ookie?) Goopy alien mother ship
Good alien visual bad fox puppet visuals and fight scene
Ookie knifed the fox
Saw the dock worker and other animals getting turned
She's the only one that believes the old stories
At the hot guys house party
Hot guy likes main girl
Main girl is like very queer coded
Lots of internalized racism from her
Kfc expensive yikes
What defines country food ?
I guess shes the trailer trash kid of the already poor kids
White cop got turned by polar bear alien now the literal embodiment of terror to the community
Main kid )maika is being mean to everybody who connects to their culture like literally triggered
Uhp hot boy might just want to hang out with her dad and be a great hunter
Could be both
Ookie came back and warned them but they aren't buying it
Cop there
Oh full exorcist very nice up the stairs
All this is giving Vincent denofrio man n black meat suit doesn't fit btw
Ookie and maika both carry knives
Alien cop went after ookie maika slasher him he ran off
They realized lil bit could be next because she was attacked earlier
These things aren't much for marathons
Sprints only they give up fast
Or more accurate like humans
They sprint, wait, and track
They had sense enough to call police but not mention aliens (say it's drunk men)
This was a weird transition
But now they are building a fort (for nostalgia) the older girls are obviously trying to calm the younger ones down but it was a stiff scene
The acting and writing is a bit inconsistent
That cop lady come to the rescue but she got killed off screen
Strategy session
Noodles and claws
Knife is an oolu
They do the weird walk until they get close
When they get far away they just slow down and go back on exorcist walking 🤣🤣
🤣 dummies think they are tricking us 🤣
U have to be brave
The fuck i do!! 😭😭 that's the first time i heard that
Lol what did she spray
Speaking of it's a literal dkunk outside RN
Timing 🕝
Okay rich girl is staying with the lil kids inside a steel cargo carrier
The girls bail and get tooled up
And hunting make up (imitation ink)
They are unserious in only a way that kids can be
Set a trap 1 down
Hot boy
Trap 2 w/ the quad
Failure
Oakie injury
Maika lost the gun
Everyone is proving to be a better friend than protag
Aliens in maika house
Excellent transition
She got knocked down the whole screen went blank then we flash back to another childhood hunting scene
Old man managed to get away official mantle pass (mechete) to maika and she gets him
Oh the mother ship sent out a beacon after that death
Lol aliens said fuck this shit and just left
Back on the boat with pop
Maika got a job
Seem like dad drinking less is the implication
Lol i guess the news found out ookie is like me i found the aliens interview ME
LAND BACK at the end there
V cute
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jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅳ)
here's a list of my favourite jungkook fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, no minors allowed ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics too I'd love to find new authors, blogs and read fics you guys are into who knows maybe I'm missing out on some great fics 😉🖤
a- angst s- smut f- fluff
series
fuckboy training by @helenazbmrskai f s a (fuckboy au boxing au frenemies to lovers au)
gold rush by @venusiangguk s (established relationship au)
the art of craving by @venusiangguk f s (friends with benefits au dilf jk au)
the art of waiting by @venusiangguk f s (dilf jk au friends with benefits au)
the art of doubting by @venusiangguk f s a (dilf jk au friends with benefits au)
the art of caring by @venusiangguk f s (dilf jk au friends with benefits au)
his name by @jimlingss f a (based on the kdrama kill me heal me)
ghost in my bed by @yeojaa f s a (rockstar au exes to lovers au)
euphoria by @lovelytaes-blog f s (married couple drabbles slice of life)
tidal wave by @jjungkookislife s (coworkers to friends to lovers)
tidal wave: after wave by @jjungkookislife f s
airplane, pt. 2 by @xjoonchildx s (crime au)
cream & sugar by @gukslut s (enemies to lovers au)
paradise by @minisugakoobies s (stripper au neighbours to lovers au)
for science by @boymeetsweevil f s a (nerd jk best friends to lovers au college au)
wanted by @hobiboo1 s (love triangle) ft. Hoseok
true care by @joonsgalaxy s a (bodyguard au)
fight for you by @ahundredtimesover s a (bodyguard au)
effortlessly by @gyukult f s a (friends to lovers au school au)
pretty boy by @angelguk f s a (drabble series jock jk best friends to lovers au)
card swiped by @1kook f s a (best friends to lovers idiots to lovers au college au)
blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash s (mafia au)
i don't mind by @bratkook f s a (band au strangers to lovers au rockstar jk)
standing ovations and other nonsense by @vyduan f s a (idiots to lovers au)
Popular-ish by @hansolmates f s a (friends with benefits to lovers popular jk shy oc)
New Beginnings by @breakiebunny f s (dilf jk established relationship domestic au)
mutual help by @personasintro f s a (fake dating au slow burn)
↬ mutual help chapters are updated on wattpad
one-shot
the habits of a broken heart by @softykooky f a (soulmate au unrequited love au enemies to lovers au)
constant craving by @rubycoast a (unrequited love au)
ode to the nature of romance by @yeoldontknow s
hotter, cooler, sweeter by @seokjinger-ale f s (established relationship)
tequila mockingbird by @kookdiaries f s a (acquaintances to lovers au)
rockstar 101 by @jeonjcngkook s (established relationship)
days to morning glory by @sketchguk f s a (exes to lovers au roommate au high school sweethearts)
a touch of fate by @yoonia s a (enemies to lovers au soulmate au)
when you’re mad by @joonscypher s (boyfriend jk) ft. Taehyung
roomie code by @bluekyun f s (roommate au)
scattered stars by @taegularities f s a (enemies to lovers au fantasy au soulmate au)
better left unsaid by @jeonfiles s a (unrequited love au break up au)
begin by @taegularities f s a (strangers to friends to lovers au fantasy au fallen angel au)
morning rush by @atdawnsuga s (college au exhibitionism)
the jeon twins by @krreader f a (college au twins au)
could've been us by @sparklingchim s (exes au single dad jk)
Cherish Me by @becomingb a
Special delivery by @dearseok s (infidelity delivery boy jk) ft. Husband Taehyung
Moonlight by @kookiestarlight f s a (single dad au strangers to lovers au)
hot in here by @eternally-writing s
yes sir by @peekaboongi s
↬looking for other jjk fics or the other members check out my library
#kiki!fic!rec#jungkook#jungkook:smut#jungkook:angst#jungkook:fluff#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook fic recs#jungkook smut#jungkook angst#jungkook fluff#jeon jungkook#bts fanfiction#bts jungkook#bts fic rec#favourites!jjk
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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN
y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.
─── corpse husband x reader
─── soc. media + written fiction!
─── word count: 2.2k
─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)
author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!
ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.
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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.
Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.
Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.
But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.
Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”
You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.
But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.
Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.
That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.
You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.
Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.
Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.
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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”
Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.
“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”
While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.
r u dating sykkuno?
You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”
the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team
“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”
how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?
“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.
can i be adopted by ur parents plz
will you and corpse ever collab?!
You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.
Corpse_Husband: yes.
Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.
pack it up, sykkuno
More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.
“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”
we are prepared
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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.
y/n is a child murderer
“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”
take a break and go eat queen <3
“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”
Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.
“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”
The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.
“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”
Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”
“Your pizza came.”
“My what now?” You echo, confused.
“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”
“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”
Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.
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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”
If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.
looking hot, her message read.
thanks, was all you replied with.
You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.
Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.
“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”
You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.
“Glad you liked it, baby.”
He was going to be the death of you.
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Twin Flames ❤️🔥 : Part 6 - There's Only So Far New Money Goes
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Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, drugs, mentions of violence
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Notes: Be sure to read this AND that, prior if you haven’t done so already! It gives good insight into some things that took place last summer that lead Y/N to the situations she's in now as well as some perspective on Rafe growing up. Honestly, I'm so sick of looking at Part 6 that I'm starting to think it's total shit. I appreciate you all being so patient and loving. It's been truly killing me that it's been taking me longer to update but I hope this was worth it. Part 7 is the Gala.... let know what you think, loves 💕
To say you were shocked would have been a severe understatement. You hadn't expected Ward's assistant (and then your fathers) to call you out of the blue mid afternoon that Friday with a code red emergency.
Then again, you hadn’t really expected to come out of the house to see Topper casually sitting on the deck outside as if patiently waiting for you, either.
As you step outside, you watch his eyes twinkle a bit as he looks up at you hesitantly. Neither of you had spoken since the incident he had witnessed between your father and Zach. You’d nearly picked up the phone to call him a dozen times but had never brought yourself to actually do it. (a lame excuse too considering he lived right next door…)
Thankfully, he breaks the silence first.
“You look really nice.”
“Thank you, Topper” you say thoughtfully, straightening out the gold fabric of your dress against your body. “Not the outfit I have planned for the gala but eh, it’ll do” you say jokingly to try and ease some of the tension.
“Can I, uh…can I talk to you for a minute?” He asks, still standing in front of the bar.
After all you two had been through together, you knew you owed Topper this much and then some.
“Of course.” You give him a small smile as you reach your hand over the front of the bar.
“Beer?” You ask him over your shoulder as he chuckles and nods his head.
Some things never change…
You twist off the cap and hand it to him as you both sit down, taking a large gulp as Topper studies you.
“I’m not mad you told him, obviously…” you speak first, not needing to say his name to know who you’re referring to. Topper smiles at that. “I’m-I’m sorry you had to hear it though…”
You wait patiently for Topper to say something. You’re expecting it to be about your father, or your brother, or about any of the fucked up family dynamics at play in your household but instead he only wants to talk about Rafe.
“He’s different with you. I think you see it too. Like we all do…”
Stunned and unsure what to say, you freeze as Topper keeps speaking.
“It might not be in the same way he does, but you know I’ve got love for you too right?”
“Oh my god, Topper…”
“Beyond that, you’re my friend too, Y/N. And I wouldn’t be your true friend if I didn’t tell you that every single thing your dad said to you that day was a fucking lie.”
You feel the hot tears well in your eyes as you finally let Topper comfort you, as you finally let him be a good friend to you.
“And honestly fuck him if he thinks any of that. You’re none of those things he said.”
Full on crying now (and on the verge of sobbing) you reach over and engulf him in a tight hug as he wraps his arms around you.
“Thank you, Top” hoping that you’re conveying how much his support really means to you as he releases you from his grasp.
“You know you’re a part of this crazy town now too right? A part of us?”
Your hands suspended in mid air as you freeze looking at him, seeing the lights on the bar dazzle above you as he just stares at you.
“Don’t be afraid of who you are, okay? Please?”
For some reason Topper’s mind goes back to the first sleepover he ever had with Rafe and Kelce but he can’t for the life of him think why that memory is in his head right now. He continues watching you, knowing you were at a loss for words.
He could sense you were nervous after the interaction with your father to truly be yourself. That’s when he realizes why that memory is coming back to him. He sensed so much of Rafe in you in that moment, hesitant to show yourself, afraid.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I think you need to hear it. Or at least hear it from someone who isn’t in love with you..”
You sputter at his words right as your phone goes off on the table, vibrating loudly.
When you look down and see Ward's secretary Monica’s name on the screen you do a double take.
“This cannot be good…” you groan and you slowly set down your beer.
What proved to be more shocking was the emergency at hand and the fact that you of all people were being summoned to fix it. That’s how you knew it was dire, no way would your father be trusting you with this if it wasn’t his last resort, if it wasn’t life or death.
You arrive at the office the same time as Noah, already hopping out of his car to catch up to you.
“How much did they tell you on the phone?” He asks, out of breath to match your pace.
“A little but not enough.”
“Monica told me that Zach had to be escorted out by security…”
“Jesus Christ…”
You both finally make your way into the suite, not bothering to stop at the desk as you shove open the door to Ward's office.
It’s large, just as big as your fathers it seems and the ambiance is relatively the same which doesn’t shock you.
Both Rafe and Ward whip their heads in your direction as you enter. When no one speaks right away, your patience dwindles. Thankfully, Ward finally breaks the silence.
“I assume he filled you in?” He asked quickly, only bothering to nod his head slightly in Noah’s direction. You can tell from one glance at his body language that he’s not comfortable, not sold on the idea being presented to him. Not that he had a choice.
“Monica said that Zach made the initial offer and that didn’t…” You search for the appropriate words. “Land well…”
Ward's threatening glare is all you need to know of what really happened with Zach.
“Your brother royally fucked up tonight. And there is entirely too much riding on this for it to go south.”
Ward looks almost pained to say the next words. He swirls his drink around in his hand before looking up at you again with that fake smile.
“And for some reason, the Rodriguez family will only speak to you, my dear…”
The Rodriguez family. Well no fucking shit they only wanted to talk to you…
“Your father let Zach handle most of the deal. I told him it wasn’t a great idea from the get go but he didn’t want to hear it”. Ward's face still looks bitter. “And here we are...”
“They wont even speak to one of us” he gestures between him and Rafe. “Without one of you there.”
Rafe… you finally let your eyes rake over him and when you do you’re positive that you’re making that stupid face at him, even with all that’s going on. The suit he’s wearing, the dark color, is certainly not helping matters right now.
Noah laughs quietly as your face twists, clearing his throat to try and cover it up. They’re so obvious it’s not even funny…
“How much was the offer?” You ask Ward, finally tearing your eyes from his son.
You gawk when he says the number, only making Ward sigh heavily.
“I know…”
“How much are you willing to give?” You ask him directly, straight to the point.
The number he comes up with is embarrassingly low as you grow more impatient. Does he not understand how serious this is? Does he not get the game being played?
And as easily as that, it all came together for you.
No. He didn’t.
This wasn’t Wards lane. He didn’t know this game, didn’t know this business, didn’t know these clients, didn’t know the deep roots of what it took to sustain these long standing relationships for generations. And apparently, neither did your older brother.
“Absolutely not!” Ward is clearly surprised by your tone when he sets his drink down on the desk but you don’t budge.
“You want me to walk into that room after your shitty initial offer and throw that at them? They’ll eat me alive!”
Ward tries to interject but you’re too quick.
“You stood by last time my dad put Zach in charge. How did it work out the last time you tried running things? I’m tripling the initial offer and removing the interest–”
“NO! Absolutely not! Out of the question.”
Ward's voice is lethal but it doesn’t scare you. Oddly enough a laugh falls out of your lips as Rafe whips his head at you.
Who the fuck does he think he’s talking to?!
“I don’t even know why I’m asking you!” You go to turn around but Ward is quick to try and stop you, causing Noah and Rafe to each take a haste step in your direction, eyes uneasy as they look between you two as you effectively cut him off.
“—with all due respect Ward, maybe you should stay in your lane.”
Ward looks like he’s been slapped across the face as Rafes mouth falls open, eyes bulging out of his head.
“These are partners MY family brought in. I know you run a really big game out here in the Outer Banks but with these kinds things… you’re in over your head, and you know it. You know it. And I know it. Let’s not forget the obvious, YOU called ME here…because you fucking need me. This deal is nothing without me. You want it that bad, this is the only way how…”
“And I certainly don’t need your permission to do this when you began this conversation with: they won’t listen to anyone but me…” catching Noah’s eye you quickly add “or someone within the family…” causing him to chuckle slightly.
Ward, clearly running out of patience, looks at his watch.
“The gala starts in a few hours, if we can’t–”
You groan loudly, unable to even slightly hide your eye roll at him.
“Yes, Ward. I know how time works…”
“You know what?!” Ward nearly yells back at you, “You should probably–”
“Dad!” Rafe brutally interjects. “Enough. Let’s go.”
He nods to you and sends you a small wink that warms your insides as he turns, only then realizing they’re all waiting on you to lead them out of Ward’s office and into the conference room of your awaiting guests.
Moments later you’re pushing the giant oak doors open as a large group of men, more of them than you expected (Obviously, the entire Rodriguez household was in attendance), rise from their seats, not without a few grumbles.
You plaster on that fake smile that you knew could put Ward Cameron to shame any day. You could fool anyone.
Mr. Rodriguez Sr. takes a generous step towards Noah to shake hands before moving quickly over to you. He takes one of your hands in both of his fondly as a huge smile breaks out over his face.
“Y/N Y/L/N….”
“Mr. Rodriguez, sir…”
Rafe’s studying the two of you closely, standing there with the elder man as the two of you begin to speak in Spanish.
Noah, Ward and Rafe were left to glance around lamely, not having a single clue what the two of you were saying as a few of the other Rodriguez family members released knowing snickers.
After a few moments Mr. Rodriguez decides that is the exact moment to switch back to English, the quick change catching Rafe by surprise as his words slice through the room.
“Well, as you know…there’s only so far new money goes…”
Mr. Rodriguez throws a nasty look in Ward's direction as Rafe feels his father stiffen next to him. He doesn’t need to look into his face to know his gaze could literally kill someone right now.
You smile even further, clearing your throat slightly to attempt to diffuse the tension a bit.
“Gentlemen…” you beam as you gesture for your guests to sit.
“Sit…please…” before turning your attention fully back to Mr. Rodriguez with a calculated twinkle in your eye.
“Let’s see what we can do…”
He laughs, clearly amused and (if Rafe’s notistaken) smitten by you as he takes a seat next to his eldest son on one side of the giant table.
“Ah finally, some sense!”
You sit on the opposite side of the table as the rest follow, not bothering to look back at any of them as you hold Mr. Rodriguez and his son's attention.
“Who first?”
He laughs again and throws his hands up half heartedly in the air.
“Straight to the point. I love it!” As he leans back in his chair. “ After you, Sweetheart.”
Rafe’s head jerks slightly at the nickname, his eyes narrowing at the man until they are near slits until he hears you.
You begin speaking, laying out your terms methodically, with almost meticulous detail only to be met with perfect reception by your audience. The once tense men in the room are slowly put to ease by your solutions.
Rafe, hanging at your every word, was nothing short of amazed. Having spent a good chunk of his short “career” working at Cameron Development, he was no stranger to the constant arguments and vulgarity that could flow easily behind closed boardroom doors, having dealt with Ward’s aftermath following those meetings (and during…) all too often. His vision focuses back to you; showing the polar opposite.
You were simply talking, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Hell, it sure seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to you, as Rafe sat there, likely gawking at you and your abilities.
The true extent of what you were capable of was something ever changing to Rafe. All he knew is he would gladly stand there at your side as you dazzled the rest of the world and lit his own on fire if it meant he got to bear witness to moments like this.
Part of him wants to laugh as visions of Zach being escorted out of this same room not long ago fill his mind as well as the screaming matches that followed with his father.
He wants to laugh at the circles you’re running around these men, both of them having spent their days ruined - trying, mercilessly attempting to do in hours (unsuccessfully he might add) what you were able to accomplish in mere moments.
Suddenly, lightbulbs and fireworks are going off in his head…all of it finally clicking. Why Zach hates you so much, why your father can’t stand the sight of you, why Noah leans away from all the responsibility thrown at him and instead leans into you.
You were everything that every single person in your family tried so hard to be but couldn’t and you’re only a twenty one year old girl woman.
Rafe is so caught up he barely notices Noah stand up from the chair beside him, only then realizing you had stopped talking as the other men in the room follow suit.
Rising from his seat, he sees you shaking hands with Mr. Rodriguez as he feels the familiar bruising grip of his fathers hand on his shoulder, his voice hissing in his ear.
“You’re not leaving with them. Stay back, I need to speak to you.”
Rafe is surprised when he feels immediate resistance to his fathers wishes, always being the one to try and please him, no matter the costs.
“I have somewhere to be.”
He hadn’t expected for Noah to hear that but one look up at him tells Rafe all he needs to know. If there was any disappointment in his fathers face, Rafe didn’t stick around long enough to find out, not even bothering to look at him as he turned to the currently stunned Noah.
“Let’s follow them out, yeah?”
Noah can tell with one look at Rafe that he’s seething, on the brink of snapping.
“Dude, you good?” He whispers to him as he smiles up at one of the other men as they both follow the group out of the conference room.
“Yes.”
Noah rolls his eyes slightly, knowing he’s just being stubborn. Much like a certain someone…
“You sure about that, bro?”
What Noah did not expect was for Rafe to harshly yank him back, pulling him down one of the long hallways of the expansive office, as to be undetected by everyone else.
And then, all at once, Noah witnesses Rafe completely snap.
Rafe points an accusatory finger into his chest.
“No, Noah! I’m not fucking sure about that because CLEARLY my father is involved in all of this!”
Noah, already up to bat to defend you from whatever stance Rafe is going to take on this considering it’s Ward, is truly and utterly shocked when the next words leave his mouth.
“And I want to fucking kill him for how he talked to your fucking sister. Is he–”
Noah can’t help but think Rafe looks slightly deranged for a second as he watches him take a step back and laugh, truly maniacal as if he’s heard the funniest thing in the world. The sound gives Noah the most wicked deja vu as visions of you pinning Emma to the counter at Topper's party and your sickening laugh that soon followed flood his memory.
“Is he fucking serious? Who the hell does he think he is?”
Rafe’s nearly screaming at this point, face growing pink as he runs his hands through his hair.
Noah, too stunned and confused to speak, knows this is about way more than what just happened before that meeting. However, he can’t help but still be a little surprised at how quick he’d witnessed Rafe fully deny Ward when it came to you, when it meant you were at risk.
Just as quick as it happened, Rafe rubs his hands over his face before fully collecting himself in one fell swoop, shaking his head a bit before turning back to Noah.
“Okay, let’s go back…” with a forced smile on his face.
Watching Rafe compartmentalize his feelings so swiftly forces Noah to draw another invisible string from his new best friend and twin sister. He’d watched you do the exact same a million times before. The realization however only makes Noah feel horrible, as if he’s letting you both down, like he’s watching the train coming for you both but is unable to do anything to stop it, feeling totally helpless.
Rafe was already walking back at a swift pace as Noah hurried to catch up. By the time they reach their fathers offices, they see the rest of the group had departed.
The Rodriguez’s had left after Sr. received a call from your father who was currently on a business trip in Chicago. You could only hope and pray now that all you had done would be enough, that it would be enough to cover up Zach’s mistakes, that it would be enough to keep them on the books, to keep the longest client your family had ever fucking had.
How stupid could Zach have been to mess up something as huge as this. For a moment you think back on the memories of your father, drunk and cocky as always, telling you and young Noah about how your great grandfather had gone into business with the now ‘one and only’ Fredrick Rodgriguez, how the two had forged a deal that not only saved both families but ultimately led them to the expansive and greedy amount of wealth they all had today.
Rafe can tell you’re deep in thought as he and Noah approach you. When you finally look up at him, Rafe can’t help but beam at you when you lock eyes, remembering the daze you left him in back in the conference room.
“I was wondering where you guys went.”
Rafe, who literally doesn’t even think twice (or literally AT ALL) about the fact that he’s in front of your brother walks right up to you and places both of his hands on either side of your face, the swiftness of his actions making you giggle slightly.
“YOU—” He’s giggling a little now too, truly unable to help it. “Were fucking amazing!”
Your eyes bulge when you realize Rafe’s leaning down to kiss you, unsure if he’s remembering your twin brother is less than two feet behind him…or if he cares?
He plants the kiss right at the corner of your mouth and for some reason the act alone, the tenderness of it all is almost too much. You quite literally want to puke at how cute you’re finding it, internally cringing but undeniably loving the way it feels, the way he feels, the way HE makes you feel.
When you lock eyes with Noah, he’s no longer wearing that shocked expression. The look your twin brother is currently giving you is totally unfamiliar to you. Unfamiliarity isn’t a trait commonly, if ever, shared amongst you and him. Trying to read him in this moment is almost impossible, driving you mad as he finally gives you that all too easy (should be trademarked) Noah grin as Rafe finally takes a step back, coughing as if re-realizing Noah was even there.
“You lovebirds ready to go to Eli’s?” Noah laughs casually as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
Is it?
“Eli’s?” You ask, slightly confused, still recovering from anything and everything Rafe Cameron.
“Yeah, we’re all pre-gaming before the gala, remember?”
“Of course we are…” you laugh, shaking your head. “I love how we managed to find a group of friends who are just as big of degenerates as our friends back home. Pregaming a fucking charity gala…I love it.”
Noah’s ears perk up, stunned again, that you even mentioned your friends back in California.
As if you can see the energy shift in him, you sigh, regretting your loose tongue immediately.
“Ooohhhhh!” Noah almost yells, “Speaking of, Jordan and Whitney–”
“Don’t start, Noah! Not tonight, I swear to god!!” As you take the lead, nearly marching at this point, leading them out of the office.
Rafe takes a mental note of the mention of your friends back in California and your hesitation to talk about them. He’s been unsure of how to directly ask you about them, sensing your caution at every mention of their names. Truth be told, his curiosity was getting the best of him, as it always did with you.
He wanted to know everything about you. What made you tick? What were your friends like? What was your favorite color? (Purple) What was your favorite TV show? (Too many to count) How old were you when you learned to ride a bike? (Seven, I think…) Wait, could you ride a bike?
Then and there he made a personal commitment to asking you about them soon, unsure if his relentless, incessant curiosity would ever let up. He’d have to ask you sooner or later or it might eat him alive.
He wanted to know you, all of you, every single part. And while Rafe was fully confident he knew you, the real you, he couldn’t help but feel there was a part of your world he hadn’t yet discovered. And if truth was really to be told, Rafe couldn’t explain why he felt there was this almost otherworldly presence at force that was convincing him, planting the thoughts into his head, that discovering that part of your world was the key to everything.
“Can I ride with you to Eli’s?” Rafe asks, puppy eyes directed at you as the three of you reach the parking lot.
“Of course. I just need to go home and change real quick.”
Noah literally grunts next to you.
“Fucking hell enough from you! I legit have the outfit already picked and laid out! Calm down, I’ll only be ten extra minutes!”
“Whatever you say, Y/N/N” as he gets in his Range Rover, yourself and Rafe making for the Porsche.
As Rafe gets in the passenger seat of the car he sees Noah wink at him as he drives off.
Oddly fueling him, Rafe leans over and full on kisses you, feeling you smile against his lips as he praises you again.
“You were literally fucking amazing in there though, you know that right?”
You’re blushing hard as he leans back into the seat, studying every single one of your features as you drive off into the early evening sunset.
Noah was more correct than you cared to admit. It had truthfully taken more than the thought of ten extra minutes to get to Eli’s but hat was only due to the fact that Rafe (or both of you let’s be honest…) could not keep his hands off of you.
When you do finally manage to make it to Eli’s, you notice about half the crowd is already dressed for the gala. The theme, (as if these pretentious, pompous events needed any more of a reason to be horrendous) for this charity event was a BEACH GALA, whatever the actual fuck that meant.
Rafe’s arm is tucked slightly around your back as you both make your way into the kitchen to find your friends. The house is more packed than you'd imagined for a pregame to a charity gala but then again this was the Figure Eight of the Outer fucking Banks.
“Fucking told you…” Noah throws at you the minute you see him, only to meet him with the world's biggest eye roll you can muster.
“Look who finally decided to show up!” Eli laughs as he sees you two enter.
Kelce jumps down off the counter upon your arrival.
“Been… busy, eh?” He winks at you.
You groan, “Enough! Alcohol, someone! Please!” You shout to literally anyone in the room, as the boys all laugh, Kelce and Noah both reaching for the whiskey bottle on the counter.
Rafe makes your drink strong enough that after a few sips, you already feel somewhat more at ease, the physical and mental stress of the last few hours somewhat melting away peacefully…
That is, until Eli gets a text and announces the guy he’s getting coke from had just pulled up.
As the back door near the kitchen opens, you freeze, recognizing that voice from anywhere yet not being able to understand why you’re hearing it here, in the Outer fucking Banks when the person it belongs to is supposed to be in Miami, managing every little detail of the business you ran.
“Whaddup cuz…”
As Sid walks into the kitchen you nearly drop the glass in your hand as he takes a step or two towards Eli before finally making eye contact with you. His eyes bulge only for the quickest of seconds, so fast that you wonder if your eyes were just playing tricks on you.
“Holyyyyy fuckin–” Noah coughs loudly and slams his drink into his mouth, gulping it down to choke down any words he was going to release.
Your eyes haven’t moved away from Sid and you’re sure the glare you’re sending him is lethal but you have no idea what else to do, worried that if you move an inch, you’ll completely lose it.
Noah, who truly can’t fucking help himself, releases ANY words he can manage to get out.
“No fuckin way…!” He hisses, in a different kind of shock compared to his sister.
Everyone else can feel the change in tone and how weird you’re being. You try to cover it but it’s a meek attempt.
This can’t be happening.
“Hey man!” Eli’s all too friendly voice is a stark contrast to the tone in the room. “C’mon in, sorry there’s more people here than I thought. No worries, they’re all cool though!”
You could’ve laughed at the irony of Eli’s statement if you weren’t seething red with rage.
“Would you rather go outside? I think you’ve actually already met a few of them from before…”
From before…
Eli’s words do not bode well for Sid and he knows it too as he surveys the room. Everyone looks between each other confused, unable to understand the shift.
The silence is so foreboding and the tension is thick enough to cut with a knife as Sid's face breaks into that clipped, almost cocky smile as he turns to your brother.
“Sup Noah!” he nods at him.
You and Noah respond at the same time, finally releasing the breath you’d been holding, ready to absolutely lose it.
“Sup, Sid!”
“I’m going to fucking kill you…”
When no one speaks, you’re almost glad there aren’t many people in the kitchen, most of them outside, it being only your core group of friends to witness the events unfolding before you.
“You’re so fucking stupid!” The look you’re giving him is truly terrifying, even setting Sid’s usually calm demeanor on edge.
“Do…you two know each other?” Eli asks, shifting his glance between you and Sid.
You ignore him altogether, slowly stepping over to Sid with such venom it’s amazing it’s not dripping out of you at this point, stopping when you’re right in front of him, still unable to believe that he was here in the flesh in front of you.
Sid, who has arguably seen you be put through the most dangerous situations of your life, more so than anyone else in the room, your twin brother included, has never felt more threatened by you.
You remember a few weeks ago Logan mentioning a hookup they had just recently gotten that had delivered “the best coke they’d had all summer…”
Fuck…
“The best coke you’ve gotten all summer…” you repeat Logan’s words as you stare at Sid, him slowly catching onto what you’re referring to.
“All. Fucking. Summer?!”
You don’t even care that this is all happening in front of your friends, in front of Rafe, the mind blowing confusion of whatever the hell is happening is causing you to spiral in live time.
“All summer… fuck” Noah gasps.
You whip around to your twin brother, rage turned toward him too.
“Did you know?!”
“Are you seriously fucking asking me that?! Of course not!”
He goes to open his mouth but you cut him off.
“Not another word, Noah.”
When he goes to speak again you throw your hands up in the air, losing patience with absolutely everything.
“Not another word here, Noah!” Trying to get him to take the fucking hint and keep his mouth closed if he knows what’s good for him. You turn back to Sid, obediently waiting for whatever is coming for him.
“If you think you’re taking one single step out of that door without me, then you’ve lost your fucking mind.”
The room stands still while you calculate your next move.
“Give me your gun.”
“What?!” Sid, who barely bats an eye in the wake of violence, let alone his nearly psychotic friend turned business partner, looks astonished.
You whip around at him, knowing everyone is holding onto your every interaction but not being able to help it, arm still held out expectedly for the firearm.
“Give me your fucking gun, I know you have it on you.”
“Y/N. You can’t be serious, bro…”
“I am fucking serious!” You shout at him, anger getting the best of you, needing to remind him of his position in all of this, of his rank in all of this.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” You whisper at him as he just stares at you, equally bullheaded. “The gun. Now.”
He reaches into his belt and holds out the gun as the guys make a few remarks behind you. What they’re saying you haven’t a clue, you’ve pretty much all but forgotten there’s anyone else in the room but you and Sid.
You take it from him, feeling the familiar feeling of the metal in your hand as Noah slides next to you.
“Y/N!”
“Shut up, Noah!”
You check the safety before sliding the gun into the back waistband of the skirt you were wearing. The matching crop top does little to cover it as you reach for Rafe’s fleece that’s on the counter as if it’s second nature, quickly pulling it over you to conceal your waistline.
“Let’s fucking go…”
You don’t bother with a look back at any of your friends, not sure if you could face them right now anyways as Sid follows you out.
“Y/N!”
Noah’s yelling from somewhere behind you but you ignore him altogether as you slam the door shut behind you, finally leaving only you and Sid standing together in the evening air.
“Give me your fucking keys!” You growl at him as he tosses them to you, caught easily in the palm of your hand as you stride over to Sid's well known car. The same one you’d bought him for his birthday last year after the two of you had made the biggest deal of your lives…
You’re whipping onto the main road in no time, not giving a damn about the speed limit as Sid holds onto the handle of the door.
“What the fuck were you thinking!”
“How long…” you're gripping the steering wheel so tight it’s a wonder it hasn’t broken off.
Sid knows honesty is the only option right now, knowing from the beginning he’d end up in this position. Although he’s moments away from interrogation, his laid back, easy voice, doesn’t falter.
“Been up here a few times now…”
“You fucking lied to me!”
“I didn’t lie to you, bro. C’mon now.”
“Then what the fuck do you call this?! You’ve been selling our shit up here , IN THE OUTER FUCKING BANKS, for months, and I’m just now finding out about it! How is that not–”
“The less you know the better, right? That’s what we agreed on, yeah?”
Of course you remember the agreement. It had been months in the making as you needed to start to separate yourself from the day to day operations. You needed to be more removed, much more removed. as to make it harder to trace back, if anything were to go south.
“Yes. That’s what we agreed on but—”
“And that’s what we’re doing!”
The we in that hits a hard nerve with you, making your blood boil instantly.
“So let me get this straight, You and Ward just made this decision yourself? To fucking start selling up here, in this fucking town, without consulting me? This is my business!”
“It’s more complicated than that, Y/N/N…you know that.”
Considering he was the person who probably pissed you off most in this world, for whatever reason you had still always been able to be considerably rational with Sid when he could effectively break through to you.
“Explain…” you demand.
“This deal you and Ward have worked out. It’s…complicated. And beyond that, it’s massive. Do you understand how much shit we have to move to hold up our end?”
“The kids in this town… With the fucking vacation homes and yachts and all that shit. Y/N, the amount of money we are bringing in from this place is astronomical, man. I wouldn’t have believed the man, if I wasn’t seeing it here for myself.”
The realization of what’s been going on is enough to make you want to pass out. Your vision blurs dangerously as you try to keep your eyes focused on the road, your mind buzzing, not being able to keep up with all the new information.
“So this was his idea…”
Sid can sense the tension there, unsure what to say as he just scratches his head.
“What chu want me to say? You’re the one that made the deal with him in the first place…”
You chew over his words for a minute, letting silence take over the car briefly before Sid breaks it.
“I didn’t tell you I was up here because I didn’t want you to worry…”
“Why would I worry?” You question. When he doesn’t answer right away,you grow more nervous.
“Why would I worry, Sid?”
“There’s been some changes… down in Miami…and I needed to keep a closer eye on you. I don’t fuckin’ trust anyone else to do it.”
If something (god can only imagine what) has changed down there that now puts your safety at jeopardy so much that Sid only trusts himself to do it, you know it must be bad.
“Fuck, what happened?”
“Nah, nah, nah…” Sids shaking his head now. “Need to know, remember?”
You think back to all the calls from him, now making sense as so many different things start to click.
“You know your brother is just going to follow us to the house, right?”
“Yes. I’m aware.”
“What does he know?”
“Not enough…”
“Does he know about Ward?”
“No…” you shake your head, “He just knows it’s still for my dad.”
The mention of your father takes you back to the evening prior.
………
You and Rafe had been casually lounging on the back deck of your house, only the two of you home, as you got high and watched the sunset turn into the starry night sky.
As Rafe passed you the joint, he shifted so he could see your face better.
“Can I ask you something?” His voice comes out gently.
“Yeah, of course.”
“What, uh…”
C’mon man, it’s Y/N, don’t be nervous. Just ask her.
“Your dad knows about… your situation, right?”
Instantly, you know what he’s referring to. What he’s really asking you is: father is aware that you’re running a not so low profile drug operation, correct?
“Yeah, I mean….he’s….”
You’d wanted to tell Rafe these parts of your story for so long, had been longing and dying to but had been terrified of putting him at further risk. You quickly give in, deciding this is the right thing to do. You always told yourself you wouldn’t lie to him…
Fuck….
“He’s….why I do it.”
Rafe feels you settle in next to him, loving the way your skin feels as it brushes up against his arm.
“It escalated… quickly. Quicker than any of us could have imagined. Even with all the other fuck ups last summer, I knew my dad catching wind of this would be my downfall.”
“And I guess it was…” you trail off slowly as Rafes' gaze never leaves you once.
“But not in the way I imagined. I thought he would be livid. Disappointed. Angry with me for doing such things to jeopardize the Y/L/N name…. But when he saw the money I could make… that I am making…well, here I am.”
You make a face and Rafe reaches out to you. There’s more, both know it.
“Hey…” He’s literally dying, needing, wanting more than anything to know the truth but puts you first. Always. “It’s okay. You only have to tell me what you’re comfortable with, Y/N/N.”
“It’s not that.” He sees the tears pool in your eyes as your hand reaches out to caress his cheek, his own immediately coming up to grasp around your wrist to hold it there. Forever, if you’ll let him.
“I just want to protect you.”
His face falters at your words as you search for his reaction, hands still cupped to his face. You’re growing anxious by his silence, wanting to know so badly what’s going through that brilliant brain of his.
His mouth hangs open a full few seconds before responding, voice more hoarse than expected.
“No one has ever said something to me like that before.”
You smirk slightly as one of your arms reaches around his neck, pressing further into the curve of his chest. Your other hand twists into his hair, getting momentarily lost in how soft it felt between your fingers.
I never want to let go. I never want to let go of this feeling. I never want to let go of him.
“Well, no one has ever felt the way I feel about you before.”
You feel the deep exhale he releases as his chest (and thus you, leaning up against it) heaves up and down.
He gently brings his forehead down to yours, feeling his lips brush over yours as he whispers.
“You can’t just say things like that to me, Y/N.”
The kiss he gives you is enough to knock the wind out of you as you meet him with equal need, hands feeling nothing but him as you press your lips further into his, melting his brain, not letting him get a word in edgewise.
“Sweet girl…” he manages to get out against your lips as you move further into his lap, bringing the blanket over you both.
…………..
Sid’s low whistle pulls you back to reality.
“Damnnnn Y/N/N… that’s kind of cold, ya know?”
“Yeah. I know…” the words are choked, noticed by him as he glanced nervously at you.
You’re pulling up into the driveway of your house now, earning another whistle from Sid as he takes in the enormous grounds.
“Your fucking father, bro…”
You lead the way inside, Sid no stranger to the flashiness that always surrounded your family and its wealth.
You’re in the house for a few moments, only making it to the back living room overlooking the water, when you hear the front front door slam loudly.
Setting your phone on the table in front of you, Noah steps into view, sporting a raging look as you run your hands through your hair, wondering if this day is will ever fucking end.
The gala hasn’t even started yet. How are you going to survive the rest of this evening? …Will you?
“What the fuck is going on, Y/N?!” Noah yells, throwing his hands up in the air, shooting accusatory looks between you and Sid.
At that moment, your phone that’s face up on the table goes off violently as Ward’s name flashes across the screen.
Noah sees the name and looks up at you with an unrecognizable fury, beyond his breaking point.
“Noah I–”
“No!” His tone makes you pause. It’s one you’ve rarely heard but has always elicited the same reaction. “I’m fucking done playing games! Playing your games!” He points a finger at you, literally the only one in your life ever willing to call you out on your bullshit. “You’re going to tell me what’s going on, right now. Right fucking now!”
You look over to Sid and he just shoots you the “you’ve had this a long time coming” look. While you deserve it, it still makes you want to punch him square in the jaw.
“Fine!” Your own temper soaring dangerously now too, voice reaching shrill levels.
“But I’m going to have to tell you everything in the god damn the car!”
“And you’re not going to like what you’re about to hear. But one way or another, Noah…you and I are walking our asses into that fucking Gala. This has to go on without a hitch. There’s too much fucking riding on it… too much at stake. Entirely too much. Do you understand me?”
When Noah just stares at you, giving you that look that doesn’t require words, he’s surprised to see your mouth move again.
“Noah.” You demand. “Do you understand?”
Only then, as you stand before him demanding a verbal answer does Noah grow uneasy. If your always secure, twin bond isn’t enough assurance for you in this moment… he’s panicked by whatever it is you have to tell him.
“I’ll deal with you later!” You point at Sid but he’s already moving in step behind you.
“I’m right behind you, homie…”
“No! Are you serious–”
“What did I tell you earlier? I’ll follow you in the truck.”
You give up quickly, knowing Sid will not let up even an inch if he feels like there’s even the possibility of a threat.
“Fine…”
You and Noah reach the car parked in the driveway but he doesn’t immediately go to open the door as you catch onto his hesitation.
“Get in the damn car, Noah. It’s about time you felt my wrath too…”
It’s only a short time later that Noah finds himself in the passenger seat of your car, just a mile or two from the Island Club now. Or has it been hours? Noah’s not entirely sure as he tries to keep it together, his body and brain going numb at this point.
He wasn’t ready. Nothing, truly nothing, in the world could have made him ready for this bomb, millions of them actually, that you had just dropped on him as he tries to process the truth of it all mixed with his own emotions and reactions.
“So you’re telling me…” he’s trying to remember to tell himself to breathe (fuck he’s trying to remember how to breathe) but his head is spinning and he’s regretting pounding those beers at Eli’s in such a short time span.
“That with all the money from this deal, y-you’re…you’re giving it to Ward…so that he can buy out our father…”
Noah’s head spins dangerously again as he tells himself not to wretch.
“Not only out of the business he’s been fucking forcing you to run but also out of the biggest deal of his life that he’s been working on with Ward for months - fuck, years….?”
“…without him knowing.”
When you just drive head on, Noah’s not sure if he’s ever been more terrified of you than in that exact moment, or more heart broken.
“You’re literally handing Ward Cameron the key to crossing over our father?” Noah’s voice cracks at the end as his hand runs over his face.
“You’re…fucking over our father?”
The fact that he’s even asking you this is proof of his state of shock.
Shocked would be a severe understatement to the thoughts tormenting Noah’s mind right now. Clearly, you had to understand the lasting implications something like this could have, right? Were you really driven to the point where your only way out was a deal with Ward Cameron? Noah had watched idly by his entire life as you conquered the world in a way truly your own, seeing you do your fair share of other opportunist things. But this…
“Noah…look at me.”
He glances in your direction but won’t look you in the eye.
“We both know how different our situations are...there’s no point in dancing around it anymore.”
He wants to open his mouth but to say what? There’s entirely too much truth behind your words. You both know it.
“We don’t talk about it, but we know…”
“Do you understand what could happen?” He questions, as if he’s not hearing you.
“Yeah, Noah! I think I understand better than you do actually, okay?! And-now that you know, it only puts you at risk–”
“This isn’t about me!” He screams at you, hands flying up in the air.
“Of course it is!” you scream back at him with all your will, slapping your hand hard against the steering wheel. “It’s always about you, Noah!”
While no truer words could have been said, they still cut Noah incredibly deep.
His stomach twists and turns, reliving all the other details you shared with him as so many pieces of the last few months click together.
He’s sickened that you could’ve kept things like this and what really happened in Miami from him, your twin brother, your literal other half. Then again he’s sickened that he didn’t catch on, sickened that he didn’t know better, sickened that he didn’t dig deeper into what now seems like obvious signs.
You’re already out of the car as Noah remains planted in the passenger seat, trying to remember how to move his limbs. This was the moment you were worried about…
“Noah.” You threaten, sighing heavily. “We have to do this.”
When you finally meet your brother's eyes, he’s pleading with you.
“I’m sorry, Y/N”
You want to comfort him, to tell him it’s okay. The reality is though, it’s anything but. And while sitting here hashing all this out sounds great and grand, you’re you, and you don’t have that luxury.
“I know. I know you are. But…It’s too late for that. And it’s not going to change any part of this situation.”
Noah, considering your words thoughtfully, turns to you as if a switch has been flipped, ready to be put to order. Ready to do absolutely anything if it meant helping you, if it meant easing the tremendous amount of guilt he harbored at what you had been through, even if it meant he too had to cross his father, one way or another.
“Tell me what I need to do.”
If Ward was surprised or nervous to see you, he doesn’t show it as you meet him off path on the grounds of the golf course, away from anyone who could overhear. Off in the distance you see Rose and Wheezie checking on place settings at the various tables. Before you, Ward just stands there expectantly waiting for you to say something.
When you don’t speak and just give him that cold glare, he finally breaks the silence.
“That was some fucking performance you put on earlier…” he manages to spit out.
“Yeah it was, wasn’t it.” You're being cocky now and he knows it too.
You think about just choking it all down, about not pushing his buttons, but it’s you.
“The fucking audacity of you after I just found out what you did…” you're shaking your head now, hands on your hips as you gaze up at him.
“What the hell are you talking about now?” His defensiveness pushes you over the edge.
“Oh, you want to do this now? Let’s fucking do it!”
“I think you seem to be confused on how this is working. I’m giving you money, not the other way around…I’m giving you everything!”
“You’re being such a —” as he means to shush you but you’re having no part of it.
“No! You started this, I think we’re going to do this now!”
“Because we both know the only fucking reason this is happening is because of me. I’m the reason we have the money. I know it. You know it. And now your son and daughter know it. Everyone knows it, Ward…”
“I know we shared a little moment back there in Miami, but I’m not your fucking son. And he deserves better…. But I think you already know that.”
“So, unless you have something else to say to me, get the fuck out of my way.”
You’re only a foot or two away before you hear Wards cold tone from behind you.
“Surprised you didn’t bring him here…”
That makes you pause, not fully turning back around but enough so that he can hear you.
“It could get messy…”
You debate just being honest with Ward on your feelings for Rafe but anything you admit to him could be used as ammunition against his son. Deep down though, you know Ward will do that to Rafe regardless if you fuel his fire or not. Pain is always guaranteed for Rafe. But not from you. Not with this.
“I won’t let him get hurt. Not from me.”
But you know you’re only kidding yourself, your past actions proof of that. No matter how much you’d blindly convinced your present self into believing everything you’d done in the last few weeks was to protect Rafe, deep down you knew your actions had consequences. Consequences that meant facing his judgment one day too, not ready to think about the inevitable.
Ward just laughs and shakes his head.
“Be careful what you wish for…”
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Through Thick and Thin - A.S
Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader
masterlist, requesting rules, guidelines, taglist
About: When Obi-Wan learns of Anakin's turn to the dark side, he goes to Y/N to try and find him; what he gets instead changes everything and Anakin gets the answers he's been waiting for.
A/N: this is my first time writing in months, please be kind! Need to get back to my flow lol
Word Count: 2057
Warnings: murder, death, blood, mention of parent loss.
"He killed younglings, Y/N!" Obi-Wan stressed, pacing around the room "Tell me where he is, I beg you."
You stared at your husbands Jedi Master, contemplating if you should tell him the truth - betraying your husband and revealing his whereabouts or to lie and protect him. After all, you knew what Obi-Wan was going to do.
You knew that Anakin was capable of taking lives, especially the lives of women and children after he murdered the Tusken Raiders - you weren't afraid of him when he confessed and you certainly didn't shame him for it; you could understand his anger, his hate, his need for revenge.
Anakin's back was facing you, he stared at the wall, hot tears streaming down his face.
"I killed them." he paused, catching his breath "I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them."
Anakin slowly turned around to face you, his face stained with tears, his eyes glassy and red.
You stared at him, trying not to judge him for what he had done - knowing that if you did, you would be the biggest hypocrite known to man.
"And not just the men," Anakin inched closer to you, shaking his head "but the women and the children too."
You froze.
Women, like you.
Children, like the ones you adored at the Jedi Temple, children you dreamed of having with Anakin.
Part of you died hearing his confession, but you remembered how you felt when you were finally left alone in a room with your fathers killer. You too would've killed his wife and the other women and children in their village. You would wipe them all out.
"They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals." Anakin started to raise his voice, his pearly white teeth shining in the light "I hate them!"
Anakin dumped himself to the floor, bringing his knees to his chest, more tears falling from his eyes; you placed your hand against his face, wiping away his tears with your thumb.
"It's okay to feel angry, it's okay to hate them after what they did." You said softly, casting circles on his cheek with your thumb.
"I'm a Jedi," his eyes searched yours, his hand reaching for yours, holding it tightly "I know I'm better than this."
You sighed, kissing his hand softly "Don't let what you've done define you, Ani."
"How can I come back from this?" He asked in frustration "How can I move forward if Obi-Wan is holding me back!"
"You find a way," you encouraged him "even if it means going against him... and the council."
"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" You asked quietly.
Obi-Wan didn't answer, he swallowed hard and looked at the pale lilac carpet.
"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?"
"Don't say that Master... You're the closest thing I have to a father... I love you. I don't want to cause you pain."
"He has slain younglings, Y/N! I saw his callousness with my own eyes!" Obi-Wan raised his voice, "Anakin has sided with Palpatine! He's the sith lord!"
You started to laugh, waving your hand.
'Of course, Obi-Wan and the council are pinning this on Palpatine, making him the bad guy.' you thought.
"It's funny," you speak up swinging your right leg over your left knee "you and the council painting Palpatine as evil."
The Jedi Master stared at you in horror and couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth - his heart splitting into tiny fragments, the young girl he raised was defending the chosen one - the young boy who had grown up with bouts of pent up hate and anger, and turned to the dark side.
"Palpatine is the only person other than me who truly cares for Anakin, who never lectures him for his feelings, who never holds him back."
Obi-Wan felt sick.
"I don't know where he is," you lied "even if I did, I'm not telling you."
"Don't make this harder for me than it needs to be," Obi-Wan warned you, remembering the Jedi Code, pushing his memories with you and Anakin aside.
You didn't flinch, instead, you sat back down on the sofa, staring at the beautiful sparkling wedding ring on your finger.
"I don't want to go back," you sighed, dragging your feet through inches of deep, sparkling snow "I've missed being home."
Anakin nervously fidgeted with the ring box in his pocket, practising his words over and over and over, making sure he got them perfect, his body freezing, his hair full of snowflakes.
"I'm so thankful you came here with me, Ani." You smiled, "My dad would've loved you."
Realising that Anakin wasn't following you, you stopped in your tracks and turned around, finding your boyfriend down on one knee.
"Ani-"
"From the day we met, I have never been able to shake you from my mind and heart."
Your eyes filled with tears and your goggles started to steam up.
"I never got to ask for your father's blessing, but that won't stop me."
You focused on the ring, realising it was the same one that your father always showed you as a child, with his plan to give to you in hopes that you would pass it on to your children.
"Y/N, my love, will you marry me?"
You nodded your head, removing your glove, exposing your warm skin to the freezing air that instantly started to nip at your skin.
"Yes," you smiled, more tears falling from your eyes "I will marry you, Anakin."
"Your father would be ashamed of you, you're becoming the very thing he hated, you're sleeping with the enemy!"
The rage you once felt started to ignite deep inside you as Obi-Wan tried to sour one of the greatest moments of your life.
You stood up, and walked over to him, staring him down.
"You know better than to bring up my father, Obi-Wan."
Anakin tried to catch his breath, stumbling backwards in extreme pain, the sound of your screams ringing in his ears. You were hurt, probably dead with the amount of pain Anakin was experiencing.
His heart started pounding, his ears ringing, feeling sick to his stomach - you couldn't be... could you? who could've done this? why?
"I have these nightmares..." Anakin opened up to you "what I see, happens."
You stroked Anakin's head, your fingertips massaging his scalp, your lips brushing against his neck.
"I had them about my mother before she died, I wasn't strong enough to save her."
You stopped massaging his scalp, and pulled away, looking into his blue eyes - full of tears that pooled up over his waterline.
"You are strong and you get even stronger the more you learn and experience," you paused "I was strong - not strong enough to save my dad, but now I probably would've had a better chance of doing so. We move forward."
Your fiance nodded his head, pursing his lips and kissing you softly, still emotional when he pulled away from the kiss.
"I don't want to dream of you like that- I don't want the nightmares - I can't... I can't lose you..."
You shook your head, cupping Anakin's face in your hands "You won't lose me, Ani."
Anakin didn't know but he would soon find out, killing the last of the separatist leaders on Mustafar, he boarded his ETA-2 Jedi Starfighter and set off in a hurry; desperate to find you.
You were in utter shock.
Your hands trembling, your forehead burning, the room closing in on you yet expanding at the same time and your throat like sandpaper from your constant screaming.
It all happened so fast - Obi-Wan striking for you, your leg being severed off faster than you could realise until you fell down and all you could feel was agonising pain, and the smell of burning flesh filling the room, the blood boiling in your veins.
You sat on the floor, your back propped up against the back of the sofa, dragging yourself across the floor proved difficult since you stopped practising your upper body workouts.
Looking across the room, your eyes landed on Obi-Wan, no longer breathing - how you did it? you didn't know - you managed to take control, more power than you ever had in your life, your fury spitting inside of you begging for release.
Do you feel guilty? Now that you think about it, no.
Obi-Wan attempted to end your life and he would take Anakin's life too.
Bringing the back of your hand up to your forehead, you wiped away the beads of sweat, your chest rising and falling.
Anakin jumped out of his Starfighter, his hood shielding his face, his long strides bringing him closer and closer to you, his eyes no longer a beautiful shade of blue, but like the two suns on Tatooine during sunset.
She can't be. Y/N can't be dead. Not now. Not ever.
Getting closer and closer, Anakin could sense death, pain, and suffering.
The door swung open as Anakin stormed in, searching for you frantically until his eyes landed on your amputated leg in the middle of the room, his face drained of all its colour.
Your screams came back to him, the searing sound of Obi-Wan's lightsaber severing your leg, the loud thud as you fell to the floor and then the walls shaking, everything shaking, your yells, Obi-Wan's voice breaking before his body dropped lifelessly to the floor.
Anakin glanced over to his Jedi Masters lifeless body and stared, his eyes burning holes into Obi-Wans back, wanting nothing more than to revive him just so he could have the pleasure of murdering him for what he had done to you.
You peeked your head out from behind the sofa, "Ani," you winced, "I'm back here."
Anakin rushed to your side, his eyes pouring with tears as he searched your face and body for more injuries; the sight of your wound hurt him deeply.
How could Obi-Wan do this to you? How could anyone do such a thing to the chosen one's wife?
"Are you-are you-"
"Ani," you tried to calm him down breathlessly "just my leg, nothing-nothing else."
Anakin scooped you into his arms as gently as he could, you held onto him for support, moving one of your arms around his neck, your tear-stained face hiding in his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your ear comforting you.
"I thought you were dead," Anakin croaked, carrying you away, his robes hiding you in his arms.
"Obi-Wan came to me, he needed to know where you were so he could kill you," you admitted, "he told me that you killed younglings."
Anakin slowed down, you pulled your head out of his chest and looked into his eyes.
"Did you believe him?" Anakin asked, his tone harsh.
You paused for a moment, slightly afraid that Anakin might drop you.
"I know that you have killed children before," you replied quietly, "he told me that Palpatine is the sith lord... that you are his apprentice-"
"What do you think of Palpatine?" Anakin's eyes rummaged through yours.
She can't turn against me - she won't. I won't let her.
"I think that he's the only other person aside from me who has ever encouraged you to show your emotions, to use them to make you stronger."
Anakin's eyes fixed on your face like glue "what if he is the sith lord, and I have joined him? what would you think of me"
You sighed, closing your eyes, imagining the perfect life with your husband; you and him never in harms way, children of your own growing up without a clue of what it's like to lose a parent, to be a slave.
"I would encourage you to overthrow him, and together you and I can rule the galaxy,"
You opened your eyes, everything coming back to you, your father's death, how it felt to slaughter a whole family.
"make things the way we want them to be."
Anakin gripped onto you tightly, a prideful grin spreading across his face.
"Everyone turned against me but you." He said softly, kissing you.
"What if you hate what I become?" your boyfriend stressed, pacing up and down.
"I could never hate you, Anakin," you walked over to him, linking your arm with his metal one"I'll be with you through thick and thin."
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You failed me
multiple x gn!reader
word count: 2,524
warnings: cursing, yelling, arguing, death, angst, blood, explosion, the egg (it deserves its own warning)
synopis: you guys failed me(us)
(the lyrics go with each person, might not get everyone, and also xd’s part is kinda wonky)
song: rät by penelope scott
I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God
They make technology, high quality, complex physiological
Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good
They taught me everything, just like a daddy should
Quackity, Karl, George, and Sapnap left you. Your mentors, your friends. The ones who taught you everything you knew. They went to build their little “Kinoko Kingdom” while you stayed in the ruins, the dust. “They’ll regret that.” you swore. You built something better, something greater.
It was called “Las Nevadas”. A place where everyone was allowed. They would remember not to fuck with you. They would soon realize that they should watch their back for the rest of their short, stupid lives.
“Watch out, you guys, I'm watching your every move.”
And you were beautiful and vulnerable and power and success
God damn, I fell for you, your flamethrowers, your tunnels, and your tech
I studied code because I wanted to do something great like you
And the real tragеdy is half of it was true
Wilbur majorly fucked up. He was supposed to be with you to the end, your guys’ country, right? No. He left you behind. He went to find peace, find his heaven, while you stayed on earth, wallowing away until your flesh seeped off your rattling bones, rotting away by yourself, with no one to bare witness.
“Why didn’t you bring me with you Wilbur?” you asked his stupid grave on top of the once L’Manburg. “Why did you get the ecstasy, why do I get the remains?”
“I’m coming for you Wilbur, and when I do, we are going to wreck upon justice on everyone who wronged us, wronged you, they will feel our wrath.”
But we've been fuckin' mеan, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church
And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth
I bit the apple 'cause I trusted you, it tastes like Thomas Malthus
Your proposal is immodest and insane
And I hope someday Selmers rides her fuckin' train
"Y/n!" Technoblade yelled. "I TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED ME, FOR WHAT, TO BLOW UP A STUPID COUNTRY, A COUNTRY THAT WAS DOOMED TO FAIL FROM THE START." He started to battle you, missing every single swing, blinded by fury.
“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE.”
"LOOK AT ME GODDAMN IT."
You looked up at him in the eyes and boldly said, "No, Techno, don’t you see, you’re in the wrong here, you’re the one who betrayed me." You were blinded by friendship, you couldn’t see that Tommy had betrayed Techno, and that what the Butcher Army did to Techno was terrible.
"What do you mean Y/n, you know what they did, they wronged me, they used me, they tortured me, they gave me hell, so I gave it back to them, I destroyed the things they loved, the people they loved, you see Y/n, those who have treated me with kindness I will repay that kindness tenfold, and those who treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends, I shall repay that injustice a thousand times over, do you understand?"
"No I don't, Techno, you can't do this.” you begged. He pushed you out of the way, "Get out of my way Y/n." “No, I won’t, I won’t let you destroy everything we worked for.”
“Well, then I have to fight you.”
And thus the battle began, Swords clashing against each other, blood spilling from open wounds, friends digging each other into a whole both of them couldn’t get out of. Techno was letting you off easy, he knew his strength, he knew that he could’ve beaten you in one swipe, but he didn’t want to kill you.
So when you had the opportunity, you swept from under his feet, and knocked him down. You placed your blade onto his neck, pressing down until a little drop of blood appeared, “Stay down Technoblade, or I’ll do something worse than try to put you on trial.”
He watched as you walked away from him, trying to save L’Manberg from a worst fate than death itself.
“One day Y/n, you’ll see, I’m on your side.”
I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true
I wanted to be you and do what you do
I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true
I feel so stupid, and so used
I feel so used
"Why would you do that Dream? You didn't have to do that." you interrogated. Dream had stupidly blew up the community house. You both didn't plan that, he had gone behind your back. "I had to Y/n, you wouldn't understand."
"What do you mean I don't understand, you went against my back, we were supposed to-" you cut off yourself, "Dream, don't you understand, you did something stupid, and what did you get, you got stupid jail." "The reason I did that is because I needed to isolate myself from humanity." he said, proudness lacing his words.
"What do you mean?" you questioned. "If anyone knows I can revive people, I'm screwed, so that's why I need to be by myself, yeah it sucks major ass, but at least no one else will know, well, besides you anyways." "I have a task for you Y/n/n, I need you to find a way to bring Tommy and Ghostbur in here."
"Why Dream?"
"I'm going to revive Wilbur."
I was your baby, your firstborn, the hot girl in your comp-sci class
And I was Darwin's prep school dream, bred, born and raised to kick your ass
I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars
If you could only be what you pretend you are
"PHILZA MINECRAFT COME BACK HERE." you were chasing Phil, through the woody forest, covered by oak trees. He had information on Technoblade's whereabouts and you needed it. You chased him with your enchanted netherite armor, netherite sword and axe, and a few op potions. Your goal was to capture Philza and interrogate him on where Techno's place was. The thing was, you were his child. His own child trying to kill his own son.
He felt betrayed, his own child turned against him and their brother, their family. "The Butcher Army must've gotten to you somehow." he thought in his head. Surely, his darling Y/n didn't do it on their own will, right?
He was incorrect, you did it because you believed that Techno needed to be brought to justice, by punishment. You believed that your own sibling needed to die, because he was a "liability" to L'Manberg's growth and future. He needed to die because as long as he would live his long life with his little enderman Edward, retired, he would still cause trouble to everything you, Quackity, Tubbo, Fundy, and Ranboo had built.
He pleaded, "Stop Y/n, you don't have to do this." You argued, "I do Philza, as long as he lives, my plans for L'Manberg will forever cease to exist."
He felt like shit, you called him Philza, not Dadza, or Dad, or anything besides his normal name. "Did I screw something up?" he asked himself quietly under his breath. "Yes you did Phil, you took the traitor's side." you had heard Phil mumble.
"HE'S NOT A TRAITOR." Phil yelled at you. "Yes he is, he deserves what he is about to get, I will say it again, where is his base?"
"I'm not saying, Y/n, why are you doing this, Techno is your own sibling." "He's not my sibling anymore, that stopped when he destroyed L'Manberg, you're lucky I forgived you." you declared.
"Y/n/n, please don't do this."
"I have to Dadza, I can't let him roam free."
When I said take me to the moon, I never meant take me alone
I thought if mankind toured the sky, it meant that all of us could go
But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land
For us to colonize, for us to turn to sand
Bad had tried to convice you to join the Eggpire. You had no effect while being next to the egg, and he had to take you out. People who had no effect towards the egg had to be eliminated.
He was creepily following you, waiting until you stopped to get a chance to capture you. He had hope that you did have an effect, that you would join the Egg with him. He didn't want to kill you, you were his best friend, besides Skeppy of course.
"Come back here Y/n." he said. "No chance in hell Bad, get the fuck away from me." "HEY, LANGUAGE!" he exclaimed. "No language, get away from me, you're creeping me out."
He threw his trident, spinning in the air, trying to catch up to your frantic steps. You were trying to get to Church Prime, where no one could kill anyone, hopefully Bad would abide to that rule. You were just about to step on Church Prime when you bumped into a hard, armored chest.
You looked up shyly, and saw Punz, with his red eyes reflecting anger. "Where are you going Y/n?" he questioned. "Somewhere." you blankly stated. You were desperate, you didn't want to die, or anything else that Bad was going to do to you. You tried to dodge Punz, but he placed a hand on your shoulder, "Stay right here Y/n."
"No, get away from me, I don't know what's wrong with all of you, but go away, I don't want anything to do with your stupid Eggpire." He raged, and grabbed your wrist heavily, "DON'T TALK ABOUT THE EGG LIKE THAT, IT WILL TAKE CONTROL OF THE SERVER, AND YOU ALL WILL BE ITS SERVANTS." "LET ME THE FUCK GO PUNZ." you screamed. You were wiggling in his grip, trying to escape his lunatic self.
While he was holding you, you saw two other shadows behind you. It was Antfrost and Bad. "What do you guys want from me, I didn't do anything wrong."
"You are against the Egg Y/n, people who are like you and Tommy have to die."
"Well, I'm not dying today." you murmured under your breath. "What was that you said?" Antfrost asked you.
You smirked, "I'm not dying today, I'll tell you one more time, let go of me."
Bad and Antfrost walked closer to you, Punz right behind you, all of them cornering you into a tight spot. "What you going to do about it Y/n, you're cornered."
"You'll know when they get here, but for now, you better run boys."
'Cause we're so fuckin' mean, we're so elitist, we're as fucked as any church
And this bullshit West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth
I bit the apple 'cause I loved you, and why would you lie?
And then I realized that you're just as naïve as I am
Oh, you're so traumatized it makes me want to cry
"Tubbo, don't do this." Schlatt had unfortunately found out that you were a spy, that you were on Pogtopia's side. He had ordered Tubbo to kill you with fireworks, to light you on fire, give you blisters all over your body. "Please Tubbs, you're my friend." you pleaded.
"I can't Y/n/n, or something worse will happen." he whispered to you. "What do you mean?" you asked. "He can-" he trailed off, looking somewhere else besides your eyes. "Tubbo, you don't have to do what that stupid bastard tells you to do, you're your own person, with your own thoughts and actions."
"I'm sorry Y/n, I hope you can forgive me."
"TUBBO N-" you was cut off by firewords hitting your skin, making blisters and burn marks all over your body. You lost your second canon life, feeling betrayed by Tubbo. He killed you for what, a stupid father who never cared about him in his entire life, a father who exiled his friends that actually treated him like a person, and not like some random piece of trash.
You respawned in your bed, feeling bruises and bumps mostly on your forearms and your back.
"I'll help you Tubbo, I’ll get rid of him.”
You dumb bitch
I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true
I wanted to be you and do what you do
I lived here, I loved here, I bought it, it's true
I'm so embarrassed, I feel abused
“Come on Y/n/n, come with me.” Punz begged of you. He wanted you to visit the Egg. You didn’t want to be controlled by a stupid omelette. "I'm not Punzo, why are you so obsessed with that stupid thing."
"DON'T SPEAK OF THE EGG LIKE THAT."
You put your hands in front of you, accidentally touching Punz's chest, "Ok calm down buddy." He didn't calm down and instead yelled at you on why you had to join the Eggpire.
"If you join, you will be forever happy."
"If you join you'll get whatever you want."
You were tired of the members of the Eggpire to convince you to join them, you didn't like eggs anyway. "Punz, for the last time, I'm not joining you, stop telling me."
“Then you have to die.”
So fuck your tunnels, fuck your cars, fuck your rockets, fuck your cars again
You promised you'd be Tesla, but you're just another Edison
'Cause Tesla broke a patent, all you ever broke were hearts
I can't believe you tore humanity apart
“XD!” You were pissed at him, he had destroyed your house, made your friends pissed at you, just everything you liked. All because he wanted you for himself.
He wanted you to be dependent on his every word, and he was being a manipulative psychopath. And you didn’t tolerate that, it was like he was his human counterpart, Dream.
He walked to you with confidence, waiting for to get a hug from you, well, he didn’t get that. You slapped him so hard his head swung to the left.
“WHAT THE FUCK.”
“That’s what you get you stupid son of a bitch. You fucking ruined everything.” “Calm down Y/n/n, what is wrong?” He acted concerned, but you knew that he was faking. He would do anything to get someone’s approval.
“DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT’S WRONG, IT’S YOU, YOUR STUPID PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. YOU KEEP ON WALKING AROUND LIKE YOU FUCKING OWN THE PLACE.”
“Calm down darling, just take some netheri-” you interrupted him by slapping the ore out of his hands. “I don’t need jack shit from you XD, you know what, take back the necklace, I don’t want it.” You pulled the shiny, green emerald necklace off your neck, and pulled XD’s palm out.
You placed the necklace filled with memories, and put it on his hand. You closed up his palm, and walked away, leaving XD to his own accord.
“We could’ve had evertything X.”
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