#Adversarial testing

[tastycitrus]

how the genesis weapon quest starts is weirdly amusing to me? it’s like,

Neinheart: Yeah so the Alliance found this where the Black Mage was killed—it’s the exact kind of weapon that you use so we think it’s supposed to be for you

Neinheart: We don’t know what his plans are, but I guess you should test it out. If this turns out to be a trap and you lose control then well, uh, that sucks I guess

[maxattackssnax]

Bold of you to assume I'm functioning

I'm running off of 4 hours of sleep, hyperfixations, gender euphoria, and lemon juice.

[aesethewitch]

same anon as the last two: i'm just here to say thank you! yeah i would not have been able to find any of that stuff myself despite my best efforts searching. you've been a great help!

i don't actually live in any of the counties listed on that list in the link provided on the text about "pretend" fortunetelling, which i think i'm understanding correctly that that's why i see them where i live specifically: it's technically legal in my county, but might not be / won't be if i travel / move to a different county. something to absolutely keep in mind moving forward.

but anyways, thank you again. you didn't have to do all that for me but you did and i'm very grateful

Aha, that makes a lot of sense! I would still do a general disclaimer (and if you sell on Etsy, it's actually required per their seller terms), especially since selling online means playing to a global audience, but you should be good to go, then. (:

And no problem at all! This is enrichment in my enclosure, I love digging through this stuff to put together an actually coherent outline, lol. When you know what to look for (county ordinance websites, the website(s) of whoever in the government is in charge of business practices, scans of old law books, etc etc etc), it just takes time.

This skill and willingness to dig has made people go, "oh shit, you're like, a paralegal?" and I have to go "ahahahaha fuck no. I'm just a freak who loves to read technical and legal documents." I really should've been a lawyer. Lmao.

Anyhow, you're welcome! (: Good luck with everything!!

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

How many times has the Inspector just stood there,

while someone (usually his/her adversary) dies in some atrocious manner?

[somewheres-woods]

Imagine being a human warrior on Yautja Prime... this is one long ahh drabble...

Taken in by an elder female warrior, she vouched for you in order for yourself to be taken seriously. To not be chased out and killed or put in the arena for entertainment. She practically raised you, she's your mentor, someone you always felt you can rely on.

For the rest of the clan, you're kept at a distance. You still need to prove your worth.

There's this one male in particular that seems to utterly despise you. He's the most celebrated male in the clan, an attractive Big Game Hunter who hunts monsters far beyond human comprehension. He doesn't even waste his time hunting humans. To him, and most yautja, humans are ugly little creatures who can get creative and unfair out of nowhere. We're basically the equivalent of goblins to them.

You're no different to him. Your face is weird and just wrong, and you're far too small and soft to be a worthy adversary. Constantly trailing behind your master like a lost whelp. He'd rather keep his distance.

A prideful traditional yautja. Arrogant as the rest.

Yet, when a giant scorpion like beast strikes him with its poison tipped tail, he has no choice but to seek out your master for an antidote. After taking his trophy, of course. Yet your master is nowhere to be found. Only you reside in the cave.

He's half tempted to turn around and muscle out the poison. However, he decides this is an opportune moment to test your prowess. To see if you're worth being your master's pupil.

He'd rather that you weren't touching him. He's a vain creature, you see. A "you can look but don't touch" type of yautja. Why wouldn't he be? He's incredibly attractive by yautja standards. Honestly, attractive by human standards too, but it's best if you don't tell him that. Don't want to inflate his ego any further.

The softness of your skin... it's not the worst thing. He's certainly been in close contact with more disgusting things.

You cure him of his ailment. Quite quickly, too. It seems like you're improving your master's recipes...

...

Humans certainly are crafty.

Half a day passes, you're sitting by the fire inside your master's cave, stitching up a tapestry for her. You feel something heavy dumped on top of you in a heap. Soft, warm fur enveloping you. It's a pelt on some kind of great wolf-like creature. You certainly like pelts, having started your own small collection of prey you skinned yourself. You remember seeing this kind of pelt on someone before. You certainly remember eyeing a yautja who was wearing one, thinking about how you'd get your own like that.

Just who wore that cloak again? Wasn't it—

"A gratitude gift. Think nothing of it." He grumbled as he stalked away, you only caught a glimpse of his back when he turned around to return to camp.

Your master stares at the scene, a look in her eyes that seems to be a mix of endeared and amused. In a way that only older people can look at young couples people.

Several days pass, and yet he hasn't seen you in his "gratitude gift" yet. Which ticked him off. He spent all that time hunting down that creature, just to create a fur cloak with smaller proportions than he's used to. It was tedious. Troublesome. You didn't deserve the effort. He doesn't even know why he felt the need to make that for you. You don't even bother to wear it.

But on this particular day, it rains. A torrential downpour fitting for the harsh climates of Yautja Prime. He sees a flash of silvery white running around the camp as he prepares to hunt for rations for the clan. You're wearing his gratitude gift.

...

He's only admiring his handiwork. He did a fine job in creating a fur cloak to fit someone with smaller proportions.

Yes. That's it.

He's only admiring his handiwork.

[hedgehog-moss]

When the world feels chaotic and unstable you can draw comfort and hope from one enduring certainty, and it is...

... that Pampérigouste escaped again.

She Found A Way, and so can you—the first tenet of llama philosophy.

@ Anon from last time, please don't insult my fence again, it is truly doing its best 😔 One of the crossbars snapped because of the snow. Or the wind. Or Pampe. But I launched an investigation and found the crime scene pretty soon, thanks to her footprints in the fresh snow. (Surrounded by a whole lot of Pandolf's excited pawprints.)

Pandolf & I walked around in the woods for some time looking for a replacement crossbar—as always, he wasn't quite sure what we were looking for but was very supportive and enthusiastic nonetheless.

We found a suitably long & straight branch.

Ta-dah! All patched up. (It's hard to tie knots with freezing hands so I warmed them up in Pandolf's neck fur at regular intervals. He thought he was being petted for being a good dog. He would have probably been even happier to realise he was being a good and useful dog, at the same time.)

I felt like I had earned my morning coffee, but just to be on the safe side, I went to check another crossbar that I've been keeping an eye on as a potential Escape Spot, because it's curved and therefore lower than the others—but there were no llama footprints there.

Then I saw Pampe start trotting towards a specific part of the fence, with this cheerful and resolute gait which is always very alarming. I went after her, and discovered that she'd led me straight to another broken crossbar, and she was politely waiting for me there.

She is so confident in her abilities that she's decided she can afford to give her adversary some helpful tips.

I had no trouble getting her back in her pasture btw, the Muesli Whistle still works very well (especially in winter when she's hungrier.) She didn't really want to go anywhere; her to-do list for today was 1. test every crossbar by applying pressure with her neck to locate a weak one, lower it then gracefully jump over it to practise her best talents; 2. acquire illegal hazel catkins from the tree near my house, thus making sure I can spot her from my window and see how talented she is; 3. make me say "Pampe!!!" in that annoyed tone that she evidently enjoys hearing; 4. wait for me to go get the usual muesli bribe before following me to the pasture.

And since the other animals always end up getting some muesli as well, it's clear that Pampe thinks of her escapes as a service to her community.

[theskywithin]

💫 The Natal Vertex in the Houses: Where Fate Finds You

The Vertex isn’t loud. It doesn’t arrive with sirens or spotlights. It arrives like a shift in the wind, like a glance that lingers, like a door you didn’t know you were meant to walk through. In the birth chart, the Vertex is a portal. To people. To lessons. To moments that reroute your life. It’s where the universe takes the wheel, even if you thought you knew where you were going.

Each house placement reveals where fate waits for you, softly, silently, but without fail.

Vertex in the 1st House

Fate arrives through moments that force you to meet yourself. You’ll be nudged, no, thrown, into situations that strip away the versions of you that were never truly yours. You’re here to become someone you haven’t yet met. Someone stronger, bolder, realer. The universe will place you in front of mirrors, disguised as challenges, lovers, strangers, until you finally say: “This is who I am. And I’m not hiding anymore.”

Vertex in the 2nd House

You will think you know your worth. And then life will test it. Over and over. You are destined to redefine what has value, not just in the world, but in yourself. Through losses, gains, and the aching in-between, you’ll learn that your value isn’t in what you offer, but in what you are. Fate will show up in the form of what you think you need, only to teach you what you truly deserve.

Vertex in the 3rd House

Your turning points come not through chaos, but through conversations, questions, and words that stay with you. Someone says something you weren’t ready to hear. You stumble upon a book, a phrase, a memory, and suddenly everything shifts. Fated moments come disguised as everyday ones. A message missed the first time. A voice that cracks something open in you. You’re here to rewrite the story you were told, and learn how to speak your own into existence.

Vertex in the 4th House

Fate doesn’t knock on your front door. It knocks on the door inside your chest. This placement ties your destiny to the roots you never chose and the healing you must choose. Family, ancestry, home, these will feel like mazes at first. But fate will push you into rooms that demand forgiveness, softness, reclamation. You’re here to come home to yourself, even if you had to leave everything familiar to do so.

Vertex in the 5th House

You’re not here to live safely. You’re here to feel everything deeply, to love without apology, to create without asking for permission. Fate will place you in front of people or passions that awaken the version of you that dances in the flames. Children, art, romance, risk. They may break your heart open, but only so you’ll finally use it fully. This is the house of remembering joy, and daring to keep it.

Vertex in the 6th House

You don’t find your destiny in grand moments. You find it in the mundane. In the habits that heal you, the routines that ground you, the tasks that secretly build you. Fate asks you to serve, not to shrink, but to rise with purpose. Your turning points may come through work, health, sacrifice, or service, but they will always come with meaning. You’re here to learn that healing is holy, and purpose is found in the details.

Vertex in the 7th House

You were never meant to walk this path alone. Fate arrives wearing the face of another. Not just lovers, teachers, soul mirrors, adversaries. People who crack you open, rearrange you, and leave fingerprints on your becoming. This is the house of union, but not comfort. It is through connection that you unearth your edges, and choose to soften them. You’re here to meet the one who reveals you to yourself.

Vertex in the 8th House

Fate doesn’t arrive quietly here. It arrives in loss, rebirth, seduction, secrets, surrender. You’re not here to live on the surface. You’re here to dive, to the depths of intimacy, trauma, transformation. Fated events will force you to shed skin after skin, learning what power really means. It is in your most unraveling moments that you will become someone unshakable.

Vertex in the 9th House

Destiny takes the long way with you. Across oceans, languages, ideologies. You will be changed by what you don’t yet understand. Fate whispers through the unfamiliar, the beliefs that unsettle you, the truths that demand expansion. You’re here to chase meaning. And life will place you in foreign places, literal or spiritual, until you realize: home was never a location. It was freedom.

Vertex in the 10th House

This is the house of becoming. Fate will not let you hide. Public identity, career, legacy, these are not just ambitions, they are soul contracts. You are meant to leave a mark, but first life will strip away everything you thought success meant. Then, it will give you something real to rise with. You’re here to take up space, not for the applause, but because you finally believe you belong.

Vertex in the 11th House

Fate shows up in friendships, visions, revolutions. You are here to connect, to tribe, to truth, to the future. You may feel like an outsider until you find your soul circle, the ones who recognize the fire in your chest and say “me too.” Your path involves something bigger than just you. Movements. Causes. Ideas that will outlive you. You're here to belong, not just anywhere, but somewhere that sets you free.

Vertex in the 12th House

Destiny is not loud here, it’s intuitive, invisible, soaked in déjà vu. You are guided by something you can’t quite name. Fated experiences will feel spiritual, strange, deeply karmic. Loss, solitude, dreams, and secrets will shape your path. But this is also the house of transcendence. You’re here to release what isn’t yours, forgive what never apologized, and surrender to something higher. Fate doesn’t just find you, it flows through you.

[kdmiller55]

Our Almighty Advocate

1 Then Job answered and said: 2 “I have heard many such things;     miserable comforters are you all. 3 Shall windy words have an end?     Or what provokes you that you answer? 4 I also could speak as you do,     if you were in my place; I could join words together against you     and shake my head at you. 5 I could strengthen you with my mouth,     and the solace of my lips would assuage your…

[babsibabbles]

It’s here. The speech:

Fellow Senators, friends, colleagues, allies, adversaries, I stand before you this morning with a heavy heart. I’ve spent my life in this chamber. I came here as a child. And as I look around me now I realise I have almost no memories that pre-date my arrival… and few bonds of affection that cleave so tightly. Through these many years, I believe I have served my constituents honourably and upheld our code of conduct. This chamber is a cauldron of opinions and we’ve certainly all had our patience and tenors tested in pursuit of our ideals. Disagree as we might I am hopeful that those of you who know me will vouch for my credibility in the days to come. I stand this morning with a difficult message. I believe we are in crisis. The distance between what is said and what is known to be true has become an abyss. Of all the things at risk the loss of an objective reality is perhaps the most dangerous. The death of truth is the ultimate victory of evil. When truth leaves us, when we let it slip away, when it is ripped from our hands, we become vulnerable to the appetite of whatever monster screams the loudest. This Chamber’s hold on the truth was finally lost on the Ghorman Plaza. What took place yesterday, what happened yesterday on Ghorman was unprovoked genocide. Yes! Genocide! And that truth has been exiled from this Chamber! And the monster screaming the loudest? The monster we’ve helped create? The monster who will come for us all soon enough is Emperor Palpatine.

— Mon Mothma

[antivanwine14]

The first part of the boar hunt in KCD is very interesting on what it says about Hans. When he goes to shoot the boar, Henry asks if he is going to take the boar with an arrow and Hans asks, “why…why wouldn’t I?”

Of course Hans gets snobby when Henry tells him he can’t do it, (which is something Hans does when he is uncomfortable or feeling off balanced) but it actually says a lot about Hans and his situation.

He genuinely doesn’t know how to hunt boar, he isn’t just being an asshole here. Here is a young man whose passion is hunting and he had never been on a boar hunt. For those who don’t know, boar hunts are social events, especially for noblemen. These would have been pretty big events with nobles, huntsmen, cooks, servants, and a number of animals. They were seen as ways to test one mettle and prove a man’s virtue since boars were actually somewhat respected as adversaries, dangerous and difficult. Boar hunts were also very popular in stories about knights. Even though Hans isn’t recognized as an adult because of the rules, he isn’t a child and still should have gone on one by this point, even if he didn’t get a spear or weapon.

I think it says a few things. A) Hans had to be pretty socially isolated since Hamush never had a boar hunt nor was Hans ever invited on one. Even if there weren’t other young men around, Radzig or Hamush should have had a hunt and invited each other to it (and Hans by extension) B) Even if Henry’s company is being used as a punishment, the second Hans gets a companion, he immediately tries to hunt a boar with him, to show off his virtue and skill and impress Henry. How often do you think Hans had imagined himself boar hunting with friends, just like the knights of stories did? It is really no wonder he rushes into the hunt, he finally got the chance to prove himself to someone, even if the person is ‘just’ Henry.

[womanofwords]

Everybody's Favourite (Part 5)

You had the time of your life with your newly acquired criminal family. You'd wake up to the smell of breakfast made by Harley (lots of pancakes with smiley faces), and once you'd brushed your teeth, you'd get to eat it. You'd brush your hair, read, and then discuss the benefits of having little penguin animatronics waddling around the chain of ice cream stores.

"What if they scare kids?" Penguin mused. "I don't want the animatronics to scare kids."

"Size and style will have to be considered. Make it in more of a cartoonish style with soft curves so it appeals to kids, and the height should be no more than . . . let's say three feet. Program them to serve ice creams to tables and make it an adorable gimmick. I already have artists considered and we'll need a test audience before they're launched."

Penguin gazed at you with awe. "You're a genius, Y/N. As clever as a corvid."

"Thank you." You felt your heart lighten and your face heat up. Someone finally noticed how smart you were. After all this time of wanting someone to notice, someone had finally picked up on it.

"Oswald, must you hog Y/N for the whole day? I had plans to play video games with them," Riddler whined.

"And Harley and I have plans for a therapy session," Scarecrow said. "The damage done by their family, you would not believe."

"Boys." The sweet smell of nectar waltzed around the room as Poison Ivy draped herself against the door nobody heard open. "I've been wanting to teach Y/N about propagating plant cuttings for quite a time. I won't stop you from having your own bonding time, but if you cut into the time I want with them, you will become plant fertiliser."

"Of course," Scarecrow said, voice shaky.

Your voice hardened. "Ivy, that is mean. I don't want you to be mean to people because of me."

Ivy looked at you as if you were a tragic saint. "Of course, my dear petal. Anything for you." The moment your back was turned, Poison Ivy glared daggers at the obstacles between her and you.

Penguin's business session wrapped up early, and then you went to propagate plants with Ivy. You had gaming sessions with Riddler, therapy and crying with Scarecrow and Harley, and then workouts with Bane in case anybody tried to hurt you. That was when you were introduced to the strange yet exhilarating sport of chessboxing.

"You are becoming a worthy adversary," Bane congratulated, as you went a few rounds with the bag. "I pity the fool that tries to hurt you."

Bane took you home, where a warm bath and clean pyjamas were waiting for you to relax your muscles and remove that workout stink. Once you were dry and clean, you collapsed into your new bed, fully exhausted and so, so happy. You finally had a place where you were loved without having to beg or be endlessly hurt.

You never wanted to leave.

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[irisintheafterglow]

angst/fluff. minor injuries and swearing

there you are. c'mon, baby. claw your way out.

war is tearing across katsuki's mind, his head telling him that you were an adversary while the rest of him says he needs to get you out of danger. all according to plan, just as his friends predicted.

"i thought he was supposed to be undercover, radio silent until he reported back to the office." your eyelid is sore from twitching in pure irritation; one, that this was happening in the first place, and two, that you were brought to katsuki's work at some unholy hour of the morning. "how the hell did you guys lose someone that loud?"

"that's your boyfriend we're talking about," kaminari points out and you give him an impatient frown.

"i know," you say slowly. "he's also received more noise complaints than property damage reports. you're telling me you lost track of the noisiest pro since present mic retired?"

"we didn't lose track of him," kirishima corrects carefully. "some villain's quirk messed with his head, and now we're not getting any responses for check-ins. he should have been back a week ago, but attempts to send in exfil have been encountering...obstacles." you can tell he's trying to be delicate with you, but if there was one thing you and katsuki had in common, it was a low tolerance for beating around the bush.

"i just don't understand what i'm doing here, eiji," you admit tiredly. of all the people in this room, mostly katsuki's classmates from back in high school, it was hard to direct your anger at your boyfriend's redheaded best friend. kirishima was practically your brother in law considering how many times he'd crashed at your house after a night out with katsuki. "what am i supposed to do except be the worried-sick partner?"

"about that," begins sero, another one of kats' friends from UA. he's the last pro that was sent in to attempt to grab katsuki, and remnants of that battle are still littered across his taped-up limbs. "we want you to test a hunch."

"a hunch," you echo in disbelief. "i'm here at three in the morning on a hunch?"

"from what we've gathered about the villain who captured bakugo, their quirk rewrites brain signals to name everyone but the 'boss' as an enemy, and whoever's in charge has to specify which people they don't want to be annihilated." kirishima's confidence wavers for the first time since you'd met him. "we think that...maybe you can get through to him."

"a villain kidnapped my boyfriend and you want me to bait him out of its spell?"

"basically, yeah," kaminari shrugs a little too nonchalantly and mina elbows him in the sternum.

"i'm sorry, where the hell are you getting this information from?"

"the man himself," kaminari replies with his palms up and you settle back into your seat, not realizing that you'd stood from your swivel chair in your outburst. "there are brief moments when the exfil agents seemed to get through to him, and all he'd talk about is you and how the only thing he remembers is you."

"look, we know this is scary." mina is still in her nightgown, having been summoned at the same time as you, yet she kneels down next to your chair anyways. "we wouldn't be asking you to go in if we had any other choices."

"it's not only us who need you," sero states. "he needs you to get him out, too."

right, and that's how you ended up in a rundown castle in the middle of the mountains with a henchman's knife pressing against your throat.

following the plan, you allowed yourself to be caught by the perimeter guards under the pretense of demanding a meeting with 'the puppet king,' the villain who could subject anyone to become his bodyguard if he touched their body. once captured, you would first be taken to the new second-in-command, your mind-controlled boyfriend.

when you first arrived to the wing of the castle where katsuki was stationed, you knew you needed to grab his attention. before he could address you, you forced the sharp end of the guard's blade to rest precariously against your jugular. his reaction was instinctive, like his body was moving faster than his brain. katsuki threw his arm up fired off a single blast that, at the last moment, curved to the right of the guard's head, leaving your captor paralyzed in fear with his weapon still against your skin. he was in there, but he was still under some kind of mind-control.

because the attack wouldn't have missed otherwise.

"that's it, kats. fight back," you murmur and the henchman's grip on you tightens.

"quiet, you. what are you doing to him?" you make a noise somewhere between a groan and a wince, and katsuki notices. "move again, and i swear i'll--"

"i wouldn't do that if i were you," you warn quietly at the same moment katsuki fixes the guard with a withering glare. his mind may be distant, but his body remembers exactly what it needs to do. "this isn't between us and him right now. it's between him and himself, and i'm going to make sure he wins."

"make him stop or i'll kill you right now," the guard hisses in your ear.

"i'd love to see you try," you counter without taking your eyes off of him. his hands clutch the stone bricks of the castle walls while his neck twists from side to side, desperately trying to choose what unheard voice of reason to listen to. "i know you're in there. come and get me."

"oi, dynamight. you know what to do. take care of them," your captor orders. "shut them up for good."

"you gonna let him talk to me like that, katsuki?" any further encouragement is cut short by the hitch in your throat, feeling the sharp edge ever so slightly start to sink into your flesh. you gasp as a single warm drop trickles down your neck and onto your collarbone.

"open your mouth one more time and i'll make sure you never do it again--fuck!" before he can finish his threat, the guard is abruptly knocked backward by one precise shot to his shoulder. freed, you kick his torso into the bricks behind you and he slumps to the ground, unconscious.

"eiji, i've got him," you announce with your pointer finger to the transmitter in your ear. "go ahead and move to phase two."

in less than a blink, katsuki's expression of concern is all you can see after he tears off his gloves to cautiously take your face in his hands. his gaze blinks rapidly all over your face, scanning and absorbing and assessing whatever it was he missed while he wasn't himself.

"baby," he breathes, practically in shambles when he sees the cut on your neck. "baby, what are you--why are--what are you doing here?"

"i'm getting you out," you whisper back. he swallows thickly, his face more broken than you'd ever seen him. "now we've gotta go before you somehow get put back under. eiji and your friends are taking care of the villain. for now, we've just gotta get out of here."

"did i--did i do this?" his face is pale and he can't stop staring at your neck. "did i hurt you?"

"no, no, no. never," you insist. "i know you wouldn't. you made sure that this wasn't any worse." you tilt his chin so he can meet your eyes. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't trust you entirely, katsuki."

"you're here." you can't tell if he's grounding you or himself. maybe it's both.

"mhmm. i'm right here." explosions shake the foundation of the castle in what you can only assume to be the beginnings of the infiltration. katsuki snarls and tightens his grip around your waist.

"i'm going to kill them for sending you in here in the first place," he declares, a familiar scowl finally making its way back onto his handsome face. "what the fuck were they thinking, sending my damn partner in to save me? those shitwipes and their stupid ideas." there he is.

"ask them that yourself," you reply with a small smile, feeling a little lighter than you had been in a week. "for now, please get me out of here. i never wanna be on one of your missions ever again."

"that makes two of us."

according to the press, there was hell to pay back at the agency when dynamight finally got a hold of cellophane, red riot, and chargebolt, the pros who led the team to extract him. rumors of your involvement never became widespread, but katsuki made sure to keep a picture of you in his toolbelt in the event that he was taken from you again.

[lazychimken]

What is Bumblebee and bulkheads relationship in the age swap au? Just curious,also Arcee and Ratchet as well

I answered what Bumblebee’s and Bulkhead’s relationship is like here, so let’s go with Arcee and Ratchet!

In this au Arcee is a mechanic in training instead of an intelligence officer to help her fit in better with the whole Omega Supreme situation. She is here by convenience, as she wants to gain some credits (money?) to fund her true passion of becoming a teacher. As such, she doesn’t really take her work seriously which goes against Ratchet’s personality initially.

I know her personality here differs a lot from the og series, but to be fair she didn’t even have that much of a personality there to begin with due to all that memory erasing stuff 💀 imma just give her some of her bubbly yet deadpan personality.

Ratchet always had a bit of a short fuse, he had little patience with anyone. Which made his choice of career a shock to those who knew him because why would such a rude and impatient bot become a medic? Nevertheless, Ratchet was determined to become the best medic he could become, as within that persona of his he has a soft spark that cares deeply for the wellbeing of those around him. Arcee certainly put him to the test in the beginnings of their friendship however, as she was just as insistent on butting helms with Ratchet as he was to her.

But they managed to grow close during their time at the academy, and have even teamed up to catch a Decepticon stealing important Autobot medical records and blueprints 👀 It was during this escapade that Ratchet became aware of Arcee’s true passion of becoming a teacher and he sees that she cares for the safety of other bots just as much as he does. Arcee sees that Ratchet’s seemingly angry personality is just him being worried for others but doesn’t show it in a proper way.

Their newfound understanding of one another leads to them having a tight bond that can defeat any adversary in their way! Both Bumblebee and Optimus agree that the pair is a perfect inclusion for the team while stuck on Earth, even if they need practice fighting against the Decepticons.

[writingwithciara]

you make me wanna fall in love -jack hughes-

summary: y/n is done trying to fall in love. but life isn't giving up. and her biggest adversary? jack hughes.

word count: 1.4k

pairing: jack hughes x reader

notes:

"we're going to get married one day."

jack was 9 years old when he told y/n he was going to marry her. it had been after she stood up for him against a kid who was picking on him. he had known y/n his whole life, having grown up next to her. she had always been the quiet kid, never engaging in any conflict. so when she yelled at the 11 year old kid, jack fell in love.

but since he was 9, nobody took what he said seriously.

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he moved to new jersey when he was 18 and y/n moved to new york. they weren't in the same state but that didn't stop them from visiting each other whenever they could.

being away from her family was tough but just knowing jack wasn't across the country made y/n feel a little safer. their friendship was the most important thing to her.

and because he lived a good enough distance away from her, she was able to date freely in new york.

she dated at least 6 different guys throughout her 5 years in new york but none of them ever lasted. her quest to find true love was testing her patience and she hated it.

meaningful relationships were starting to mean nothing to her when all she had wanted her whole life was to find the one person she was meant to spend her future with. and how was she supposed to do that when every guy she went on a date with ended up hurting her in some way?

when each relationship failed, she turned to jack. he was her most trusted friend, after all.

he hated hearing about her dating life, but he hated it even more when she was upset. and it seemed he was the only one who remembered what he had said when he was 9.

"we're going to get married one day."

he had been repeating it in his mind more than once a week ever since the words left his mouth. sure people never took him seriously because he was 9, but he knew he loved her. in more ways than one. he just wanted his chance.

so when she called him to tell him about her most recent heartbreak, he took the opportunity to travel to new york to convince her she needed to be with him.

and it couldn't have come at a more perfect time, since his shoulder injury had taken him out for the rest of the season.

y/n was sitting on her couch, ready to completely give up on relationships. she hadn't heard the knock so when jack was suddenly standing on front of her, it caused her to jump.

"jesus, jack. how did you get in?"

"i used my emergency key." he took a seat next to her. "i came as soon as you ended our call. tried to get here as fast as i could."

"what about the team?"

"i'm out for the rest of the season. and i needed to see you. nothing could ever keep me from being here for you whenever you need me, you know that."

"i know. but there's gonna have to be a time when i have to turn to someone else. i know i can't keep relying on you every single time my relationship falls apart."

"yes you can, y/n. i swear. do not hesitate to call me when this happens. you know i love you enough to do what i can for you, no matter what." jack held her hand. "we made that promise when we were 12, remember?"

"yeah. i remember. but what about when you have your own girlfriend to take care of? she'll hate me for coming to you."

"if my girlfriend ever hates you, then she's not someone i want to be with. and i think it's important to remind you that i made a declaration to you when i was 9 years old. remember what i said?"

"you told me we were gonna get married one day." y/n smiled while avoiding his gaze. "but you were 9. you couldn't have meant it."

"i did, actually. the fact that i was only 9 is insignificant. i told you i was gonna marry you and i'm going to. there's not a doubt in my mind."

"jack."

"no. i'm serious. i have been in love with you since i was 9 and there's nothing you can say or do that is going to change my mind, y/n." he dropped her hand but held her gaze. "i know you're not ready for another relationship but i can wait. i've waited 14 years, y/n. i can wait a little longer."

and he waited. for 11 months. every day since that night on her couch, he waited but he also did everything he could to show her he meant what he said. he truly loved her and he definitely saw himself marrying her.

she fought hard against his efforts because if her history of bad relationships had taught her anything, it was that she wasn't meant to be in love.

but he got her.

it was the night the devils won the stanley cup. jack had been named the mvp of the playoffs and when he was given the conn smythe trophy, he knew he had to say something.

"you know, this is such an honor and obviously i wouldn't have been able to do it without these guys. but, aside from the team and my parents, there's another special person in my life who has pushed me to be the best i can be. she never lost faith in me, no matter how many times i got frustrated with the way i was playing the game. she stood by me through every injury and helped shape me into who i am today, on and off the ice. i've known her my whole life but i've loved her since i was 9. she'd my hero as much as i am hers. without her, i don't know where i'd be." jack looked at his team and smiled. "can't wait for next year."

after the big celebration on the ice, jack skated off with the team. he went into the locker room, celebrated with the team privately for a few minutes and then headed out. he was eager to get to y/n's apartment to talk to her. it still shocked him how he had somehow convinced her to relocate to new jersey, but he was happy it happened. it felt like he was one step closer to convincing her he had always meant what he said.

just as he was making his way to the parking garage, his phone went off. he pulled it out and answered it without looking at the screen. "hey."

"hey. congrats on the win. you were great out there. and no surprise that you won the conn smythe. you're always the mvp."

"you actually watched it?"

"of course. i wouldn't miss the biggest game of your career, jack." y/n giggled and it was like music to his ears.

"so you saw that speech?"

"i did indeed."

"okay well i'm just about to head to your place. we can talk when i get there."

"there's no need for that."

"y/n, please?"

"no. i meant," y/n sighed. "turn around, jack."

jack turned around and y/n was standing in front of him. he locked his phone and walked over to her. "you're actually here. i can't believe you actually came."

"i had to. most important game of your career, remember?" y/n smiled and wrapped her arms around him. jack didn't hesitate to return the hug. "and that speech was incredible. made me do some thinking."

"about what?"

"love and what it means. and what my future truly holds."

"and your conclusion?"

"i think the reason why all my relationships had failed before was because, unknowingly, my heart had already been given to someone else. someone who has protected it and showed it the love i know i deserve. love is crazy when you think about it. but i love you, jack. i'm finally ready to accept it." y/n looked up at him. "i'm sorry i made you wait so long."

"hey, you are 100% worth the wait. i'd wait forever for you if that's what was needed." he smiled widely.

"so, do you still want to marry me?"

"every second of every day if that was possible."

"how about just once, hmm? is that enough?"

"if it means forever, then yes. marrying you once is definitely enough for me."

"okay. let's do this then."

"right now?" jack's eyes widened.

"why wait? you love me and i love you. that's as good a reason as any, right?"

"okay. fair point." jack chuckled and held his hand out for her. "alright. let's do it."