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ariestrxsh · 2 months ago

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pervy!bsf!chris x innocent!bsf!reader

᧔•᧓ content warning: smut, innocence corruption, degradation, roleplay (reader wears a schoolgirl outfit), nipple play, oral (f!receiving), fingering, dumbification, (dare i say some brat-taming action?)

᧔•᧓ summary: chris returns the pair of underwear that he stole from you, but you catch him putting them back

requested/inspired by this ask, this ask, and this ask ᧔•᧓

dividers by @/bernardsbendystraws

Creeping

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It was late Monday afternoon, and you were perched at the edge of your chair, still in the same outfit you'd worn to class, a plaid mini-skirt and a white button-up. You were sitting at your desk, scanning your textbook and taking in all the information you could for your upcoming tests.

You were scribbling down some notes in the margins of your paper when your phone started to vibrate, and you glanced down to see your best friend's name lit up on the screen. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, your heart hammering away in your chest, as you answered.

"Hey Chris," you greeted him, trying to sound like you weren't as excited as you were while you pinned down the page of your textbook with your elbow. "Hey, I think I may have left my hoodie there the other night," he started off.

"Oh yeah?" You asked, peering around your room with a perplexed look on your face. You were certain he hadn't, considering you had just deep cleaned the night before. "I don't know, Chris. I don't think it's here."

"Well, I'm in the area. You mind if I swing by and check?" He wondered. A smile tugged at the corner of your mouth at the thought of seeing Chris tonight, but it quickly faded when you remembered how much you had to get done. You let out a disappointed sigh.

"I don't mind. I just have a lot of homework to do with finals coming up and everything, so you shouldn't stay for long. Last thing I need is you distracting me and keeping me from getting my work done," you snidely remarked.

"Who? Me? Distract you? Never," Chris sarcastically replied. "Whatcha working on?" He asked, a bit of curiosity in his voice. "I'm just doing some reading for my psych class. We're studying the psychology of human sexual behavior," you told him, trying to hold back a smirk although he couldn't see you.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, his voice laced with lust. "Maybe I could help you study. I know a lot about sexual behavior." You giggled and rolled your eyes. "Just come up when you get here," you responded before ending the call.

Chris smirked to himself after you got off the phone with him. He wasn't just casually in the area, and he wasn't exactly coming over to look for a lost hoodie, but rather he was trying to replace your pair of underwear he'd stolen the other day before you noticed they were gone. Little did he know that you already had, especially because they were your favorite pair.

He pulled up to your house a few minutes later, his tires coming to a stop as he threw his transmission into park and cut the engine. As he approached your front door, he felt around in his back pocket for your panties.

He gently brushed his fingers against the silk, making sure they were easily accessible, so he could just quickly drop them off somewhere in your room discretely. He turned the doorknob, letting himself in, his heart racing as he remembered the last time he'd walked up to your room unannounced.

As he approached your partially-open bedroom door, he found himself hoping to find you in another compromising position despite the fact that he knew you were expecting him. He peeked in through the opening in your door, gently tapping on the wood with his knuckles to keep from startling you.

You swiveled around in your desk chair to face Chris, your face lighting up as you did. You were in a black and white plaid skirt that barely hit the middle of your thigh, a collared white polo shirt, and your hair in two neat french braids. Fuck, he thought silently to himself, admiring the way you looked just like a little schoolgirl who was working on her studies.

His eyes danced over your features and your body, remembering how you looked the other day when he caught you riding your pillow. Images of you rocking your hips back and forth flashed in his mind - your eyes screwed shut, your pink lips parted, and your sweet sounds filled the air while you desperately grinded against your bedding.

"I'm telling you, Chris. I've torn this whole room apart. Your hoodie isn't here," were the first words you said to him before you went back to chewing on the eraser of your pencil as you studied your notes, tearing him out of his daydream.

"Tore your room apart looking for my hoodie?" He asked, wrinkling his brow and wondering how you'd gotten the place looking so neat again in a matter of minutes. "No, I tore it apart the other night. I was.. looking for something else. Just an item of clothing I misplaced," you told him, pulling your gaze away from his.

You were too embarrassed to tell him that you were actually searching for an elusive pair of panties that seemed to have grown legs and walked off on their own. Shit, he thought to himself upon realizing you already knew they were missing.

"Well, I'm still gonna just peek around if you don't mind. Maybe you missed it," Chris replied, wandering further into your room and trying to make his search seem genuine. He reached into his back pocket, about to take out your underwear and shove them into a crack in your dresser drawer when he heard your voice from behind him. "Chris?"

"Yeah?" He asked, whipping around to face you, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. "Are those.. my panties?" You wondered aloud, gesturing towards the pink silk that you saw poking out of his back pocket. "What?" He asked, pretending to not understand what you meant, taking a few steps closer to you. You narrowed your gaze at him.

"Chris. You heard me. Why do you have my panties?" You asked, your face growing hot with embarrassment. "Don't worry. I washed them for you," he sweetly replied, dodging your question completely and reaching into his back pocket to hand them over.

He'd washed them twice actually.

He couldn't help himself that morning when he woke up with a hard on fueled by dreams of you. Your panties were just right there, and he couldn't control himself when he'd gotten the idea to jerk off using the soft, pretty fabric. He'd busted all over them in a matter of minutes, resulting in him needing to run them through the wash again before returning them.

Of course, he wasn't going to tell you that, but he knew exactly what he'd done.

You snatched them out of his hand, stuffing them into your desk drawer. "Why do you have them?" You huffed, furrowing your eyebrows and cocking your head to the side.

"C'mon. You know. The only reason any guy would take your panties," he replied in a low, quiet voice, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. "And what reason would that be?" You wondered, still not understanding his motive.

Although you were a virgin, you weren't clueless. You'd seen porn, and you'd masturbated, but you didn't understand why your best friend wanted your worn panties.

"I wanted to sniff them," he chuckled, taking another step closer to you. His blue eyes pierced through you, and your face grew hot under his scrutiny. "Chris! Gross! Why would you do that? They were dirty. I wore them. I.." you started to say, but your voice trailed off.

You didn't want to admit to what else you'd done with them on.

"You got off while wearing them?" He interjected, finishing your sentence. Your jaw dropped, your eyes widened, and your hand flew up to cover your open mouth.

"I have a lot of work to do. Your hoodie isn't here. Thanks for bringing back my panties. They're my favorite pair," you told him, pretending that he hadn't just said that. You peered back down at your textbook, getting back to your assignment and hoping he'd drop the subject, take the hint, and be on his way.

However, he was having a little too much fun with you.

"I can see why," Chris chuckled. "They're soft and pretty. I bet they felt really good rubbing against you when you were riding your pillow, hmm?" Your eyes widened as your gaze flicked back up at him from your work. "How do you know about that?" You shot back in a defensive voice, trying to figure out exactly when he snuck in and took them.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have," he started off his sentence, innocently biting down on his lip and faking an apologetic tone. "I left my phone up here, and I came up to get it. I would have tried harder to get your attention, but you looked like you were really enjoying yourself. I didn't want to disturb you," he told you as if trying to paint it like he did you a favor by peeping on you through the crack in your door.

"You're such a fucking creep, Chris! Oh my god," you huffed. "But you were the one moaning my name while you were getting off, so what does that make you? A little slut?" He hissed, taking another step forward, leaning down, and gently tucking a stray strand of hair that had escaped your braid behind you ear.

You looked at him silently, your features softening, unable to hide how much you liked being called that.

"In fact, I bet you're turned on right now," he softly cooed, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand, his piercing blue eyes boring into you. "I am not," you scoffed, turning your head away from him. "Yeah? Then let me smell you," Chris smirked, reaching down and fiddling with the hem of your little plaid skirt.

"You can't tell something like that from my scent!" You exclaimed, whipping back around and narrowing your eyes at him as you batted away his hand. "Watch me," he lustfully replied, kneeling down in front of you.

"W-what are you doing?" You asked, peering down at him wide-eyed as he slowly hiked up your skirt, his fingertips brushing against the tops of your thighs. Your legs involuntarily fell open, inviting him in.

His stubble tickled the soft flesh of your inner thigh as he neared your heat, holding eye contact the entire time. He deeply inhaled, your arousal filling his senses. "Shit. You want it bad, don't you?" He replied without even touching or looking between your legs. "What?" You sharply replied, considering denying his claim for a moment. "How can you.. tell?"

Your heart pounded, and you grew even more wet at the thought that Chris could tell, on some level, what you were thinking about. You could feel his warm, labored breath hitting your clit through the fabric, and it made you shudder. He chuckled, paying attention to every subtle response.

"You smell different when you're turned on," he whispered, pressing his nose up to your panties and deeply inhaling your scent again. "Chris. That's so weird," you replied softly, feeling somewhat violated and wondering just how many times he'd deliberately sniffed your underwear.

Your mouth said it was weird, but your body language said otherwise.

You sunk further down into your seat, and Chris gave you a mischevious smirk from between your legs before leaning forward and gently kissing you through the damp fabric of your panties. The sensation made you jolt.

You tipped your head back, letting out a soft whine as you felt his soft lips against your clothed cunt. You gripped the arms of your chair, curling your fingers around the material and biting down on your lip as a look of desire washed over your face.

Chris pulled away, his eyes locked on yours as a dark smile spread across his lips. "I thought you had a lot of homework to do," he teased you, "or are you being a naughty little schoolgirl, hmm?" He reached up and gently tugged on one of your braids.

Your breath hitched in your throat, unable to give him a response, but he could tell he was driving you crazy. Chris hummed against the inside of your thigh as he lightly kissed your soft flesh again.

He started unbuttoning the top button of your shirt, his wandering hand slipping inside your top as he gently squeezed your breast, the pad of his thumb brushing against your hardening nipple. His touch was electric, sending a current of energy throughout your entire body with every carress and every word.

He undid the next few buttons, the white fabric falling open to reveal your tits. "Wow," Chris whispered, leaning forward to take one into his mouth. His soft, pink lips latched onto your stiff nipple, and you moaned as his tongue gently flitted over your sensitive bud. He started gently sucking and humming against your chest, your body relaxing into the wonderful feeling.

"Look at these! They're so pretty," Chris cooed, gently squeezing them with both hands, his mouth alternating back and forth between both the right and the left. "I thought you weren't gonna distract me," you whimpered, secretly hoping he wouldn't stop. "Then don't get distracted," he chuckled against your breast.

"Chris. I can't concentrate when you're doing that," you whimpered in a bratty tone. "Don't worry about me. You just keep being a good student and study," Chris demanded with a dominant edge to his voice.

You obediently nodded, your breath caught in your throat as he reached up your skirt, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your black cotton panties. You stabilized yourself on the arms of your chair, placing your feet on the ground below you and lifting your hips to help him take them off of you.

He slowly pulled the fabric down your legs, discarding them carelessly onto the floor. "C'mon. Pick up your book and start reading to me. Prove to me that you're actually learning something instead of just being a dumb little slut who daydreams about my cock all day," he taunted you, his words alone nearly sending you over the edge.

He lifted up the front of your skirt with a mischevious grin and roughly spread open your legs. His fingers jabbed into your supple flesh as he admired your wet cunt, licking his lips like a starving animal. You pulled your book off your desk, holding it up with shaky hands, but you couldn't take your eyes off Chris and the way he was teasing you, gently blowing cold air over your clit.

"C'mon. Quit being a little slut, and focus on your work, huh?" Chris purred, digging into your thighs so harshly that his fingers started to leave red marks. You nodded your head eagerly as you tried to focus your vision on the text. "Naughty little thing. You're drenched," he rasped, his mesmerized gaze fixed on your glistening folds as he spread them open with his fingers.

You clenched around nothing as Chris' words reached your ears. He smiled deviously at how submissive and responsive you were. You cleared your throat, getting ready to read from the introduction. "Sexual human behavior is a complex and multi- oh!" You were cut off by the soft feeling of Chris' tongue swiping over your clit.

You shuddered, clutching your book to your chest as you peered down at the boy grazing between your legs. You watched for a moment, soaking in the feeling of Chris slowly and gently running the length of his tongue from your cunt to your clit, but he wasn't letting you get away with not obeying him.

"I didn't say stop, did I? Start over," Chris sternly responded, his angry stare reaching yours. You slowly nodded and brought your eyes back down to your psychology textbook. "Human sexual behavior.." you started again, but you felt the blue-eyed boy wrap his plump lips around your clit, and you bit back a moan as you felt him gently suckling on it.

You squirmed around in your seat a bit as he held you in place. "You're not gonna do a very good job on this test if you can't focus while under a little pressure, are you?" He smugly asked you, pulling away for a moment. "Start over."

Before you could pick up where you left off, Chris suddenly spat on your pussy, and your whole body tensed up as you sharply gasped. You felt his saliva slowly dripping down your fold as he darkly chuckled from between your thighs, knowing he was driving you crazy.

"Human sexual behavior is a complex and multi-faceted aspect of human experience that is influenced by biological, psychological, social, and cultural factors," you managed to rush through the sentence, your voice trembling as Chris attached his lips to your sensitive bud again. You took a deep breath before you started the next sentence.

"When focusing on the psychological factors," you stopped again, gripping the cover of your textbook tightly as Chris gripped the edge of your seat, pulling you closer to him, "we must look at the motivation behind sex." You felt your breath involuntarily quickening as Chris explored you with his tongue, slowly licking up and down your slit as he teased your hole.

"Keep reading, naughty girl," Chris whispered before returning to his long, gentle licks. "Sexual desire - oh, Chris - is driven by - mmm - pleasure, intimacy, and procreation," you managed to get out, struggling to keep your concentration.

"Hmm. Interesting," he hummed before taking your clit between his lips again. "Chris, I don't know if I can do this," you whimpered, clutching your textbook to your chest again and tipping your head back, your eyelids fluttering closed.

"Such a bratty little thing. I should give you detention for not doing as I say, hmm? Keep reading," Chris purred, his warm breath hitting your heat. You shuddered, looked down at your book, and started reading from it again. Chris sped up the flicker of his tongue, and you gasped as you felt his middle finger pressing up against your hole.

Without hesitation, he pushed it inside, your jaw dropping as he inserted it to the knuckle. He started pumping in and out of you, pulling more desperate sounds from you while he continued to work his mouth on your most sensitive area. You peered down at the page, the text beginning to blur as your eyes lost focus.

You stumbled over your words, struggling to get through each sentence, your mind swirling with several thoughts, not one of them having to do with the homework you needed to get done. The longer Chris' relentless assault on your tender pussy went on, the less thoughts you had at all until you were a pathetic mess, babbling incoherently and squirming around in your seat.

"My pretty schoolgirl going all dumb on my tongue and my fingers?" Chris asked in a tantalizing tone, smirking against your most sensitive place, but you were too fucked out to answer or give any sign that you'd even comprehended what he'd said at all.

Chris gripped the seat of your chair, pulling you closer to him until he was devouring your pussy whole, softly nuzzling against your clit as more broken syllables and whimpers fell from your lips. You couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't focus on school right now, not when Chris was teasing you like this.

You pulled the textbook against your chest again, your gaze falling to the boy who was knelt between your legs, his blue eyes flickering up at you with a lustful glint as you started grinding against his face.

"Don't look at me, little slut. Look at your textbook. What are you gonna tell your professor if you don't finish your work, huh? Too busy getting your sweet pussy eaten?" Chris cooed in a condescending voice, gripping your hips to keep you still. "I don't think he'll think that's a very good excuse.."

Chris' words added to your pleasure, especially the way his breath ghosted over your hole while he spoke them. You shuddered at the sensation before lifting your book again in your trembling hands, your shaky voice struggling to get through the paragraph.

You felt a warmth spreading in your lower abdomen as Chris slipped another long finger into your cunt and started curling them, rutting up against your g-spot. "Oh!" You yelped as Chris hummed against you, his lips closing in on your clit.

Your body started to spasm beneath him, nearly dropping the book you weakly held in your hands. Chris peered up at you, the way you were struggling to hold on, feasting his eyes on the sight of you in your little plaid skirt about to finish on his tongue and his fingers.

After a few more seconds of suckling on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your orgasm was crashing over you. Chris didn't falter in his movements, softly grunting against your pussy in satisfaction as you released onto his tastebuds. He slowed the pumping of his fingers, but he left them inside of you, still feeling the way you throbbed around them as you came down.

"My slutty schoolgirl. I wonder what your teacher would think if he knew you were creaming all over my fingers instead of studying your work," his lips curled into a devious smirk. "I bet he'd fail you for being such a dumb little slut."

You gave Chris an embarrassed smile, blood rushing to your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. He withdrew his fingers, standing to his feet, his eyes still locked on you as you closed your legs and smoothed your skirt out back down over your thighs.

You couldn't believe you'd let Chris do that and while calling you such degrading names, too.

He gave you a smug smile as he took his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and humming in delight as he savored your flavor. He wiped his chin, that was glistening in your arousal, on the back of his hand. "I'll let you get back to your school work. Let me know if you find my hoodie," Chris winked, knowing damn well there was no hoodie to be found.

He ruffled your hair in a teasing manner, and you scoffed and rolled your eyes, trying to pretend that Chris didn't just have you stumbling over your words and finishing all over his face. After Chris left the room, you buried your face in your textbook, half-embarrassed and half-hoping he'd spontaneously turn around and take it a step further.

Chris trotted down the stairs and out the door, greeting your unsuspecting mother who had just pulled into the driveway and was starting to unload groceries. His blue eyes danced over her figure, appreciating the genetics that ran in your family as he headed towards his car.

"Hi, Chris. Leaving already?" Your mom called out to him, blissfully unaware of the names he had just called you upstairs as you came on his tongue. "Yeah, I just stopped by to look for a hoodie I thought I left here. She's got a lot of studying to do. I don't wanna distract her," Chris lied through his teeth, his lips curling into a smile as he reached up and innocently rubbed the back of his neck.

He gestured towards the bags in her trunk, silently offering to help carry them in. "Awh, Chris. You're so sweet," she replied, handing him a grocery bag. "Why don't you stay for dinner, sweetheart? We'd love to have you."

Chris was right about to thank her for the offer and politely decline when his phone started to vibrate. He peered down to see the name of the girl he'd hooked up with the other night while he was thinking about you, and even now, that was all he could do.

"I'm making spaghetti. Unless you've got somewhere to be," your mom motioned towards his vibrating cell.

After a few seconds of deliberation, Chris sent the call to voicemail, knowing exactly what the girl was calling for. "Nah, actually. I'd love to stay for dinner," Chris responded, his gaze raising to meet your mom's again. It wasn't like Chris to turn down a desperate girl who was calling to get her fix, but he didn't want to fuck anyone until he could have you.

"Let's get these groceries inside," your mom said, grabbing the remainder of the bags and shutting the trunk of her SUV. His eyes immediately dropped to her ass, watching the way her hips swayed as she made her way towards the entrance of the house.

"My daughter's so lucky to have you as a friend, Chris. You're always such a gentleman," your mom said as she turned around, glancing over her shoulder at the blue-eyed boy.

"Thanks, ma'am," Chris replied, getting off on the fact that your mom was practically inviting a wolf in sheep's clothing into her home to further defile her daughter. He followed her in through the front door, his smug grin never falling from his facial expression.

His phone vibrated again, but only once this time. Same girl. "Come over? I need you," her text read. Chris let out a sigh and rolled his eyes at her desperation. "Can't. Busy," he coldly responded, tucking his phone back into his pocket.

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carsthatnevermadeitetc · 10 days ago

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What a difference 55 years makes juxtaposition of Nissan Cherry X-10, 1970 & Nissan Micra E, 2025. The new 6th generation Micra has been revealed. The all electric range is offered with 40kWh and 52kWh battery capacity providing a range 192 and 253 miles respectively. It is Nissan's version of the new generation Renault 5E designed at Nissan Design Europe’s London studio for European markets. Nissan's first small front drive city car was inherited from the Prince Motor Company when Prince (who also made the Skyline) merged with Nissan in 1966. Prince had been developing a new city that was used the same "transmission-in-sump" layout pioneered by the British Motor Corporation in the Mini. The first generation Micra (March is Japan) replaced the Cherry as Nissan's smallest car in 1982.

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cavegirlpoems · 10 months ago

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Hello, new follower here! I saw you mentioned you worked on several RPGs, may I ask what those were? I'm always looking to find new cool RPGs!

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the-most-humble-blog · 5 days ago

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🗽 MEMORIAL DAY — GODS IN UNIFORM Not all deities come from Olympus. Some wore boots. Some bled.

They say gods were born in the nether— spit from the void, clawing their way into light to reshape existence in their rageful image.

They say others were cradled by Gaia, nursed by Nature, shielded by soil and song.

But I say: > The greatest gods were forged in the hearts of mortal men and women > who felt something ancient ignite behind the ribs— > a whisper that said: > “Stand. Pick up your weapon. Hold the line.”

They did not run. They did not hide. They did not post quotes from safe distances or sip silence while tyranny crept in through the seams.

> They stood. > In sand. In jungle. In hell. > In the kind of darkness that makes peace look like a fable. > And they stared into the eyes of evil men and said:

> “Before this is all said and done… > you will die. > This I promise you.”

That is the soul of the soul of the veteran. The fractal heart of the uniformed god.

Because freedom is not a feature. It is not an app. It is not a checkbox we tap before brunch. It is not handed down by hashtags or policy.

> Freedom is defended in blood.

And those who serve? They don’t do it for followers. They do it for legacy. For each other. For the next breath of someone who hasn’t been born yet.

Today, some will say we’ve evolved past war. They will sip oat milk lattes and tweet about empathy while forgetting who made their dissent possible.

They will mock uniforms from the safety the uniform provided. They will speak as if sacrifice is obsolete.

But the veterans know.

> Freedom was never free. > It was ripped from the jaws of tyrants. > It was bled for by hands that didn’t tremble. > It was died for by those who knew peace had a price tag > and still signed the receipt in their own blood.

📜 Mini-Sermon: The Veteran’s Vow Veterans are not soldiers of war. They are soldiers of prevention.

They are not obsessed with violence— they are the wall that holds it back.

They carry demons not because they welcomed them— but because someone had to drag them out of the shadows. And if you ever ask them why?

They’ll say: > “Because if not us… who?”

So today: Raise your glass. Clench your jaw. Feel the shiver. Stand taller.

Because the men and women we honor this Memorial Day?

> They didn’t die for likes. > They didn’t bleed for headlines. > They died for a world that would forget them— > so that forgetting was even possible.

Happy Memorial Day to the gods who wore camouflage. To the gods who gave the future a fighting chance. To the gods who made heaven out of sacrifice and dirt.

You did not vanish. We carry your name in the marrow. And we remember you in the silence you gave us the luxury to keep.

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rootedinrevisions · 7 months ago

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Friends (with Benefits) Dont: Part 7

AUTHOR'S NOTE: You guys know I couldn't leave you hanging after that last part! There will be one final part coming tomorrow but for now I need sleep and am going to head to bed. Keep an eye out for the final part tomorrow!

SUMMARY: The emotional reunion between you and Jake unfolds on the deck of the aircraft carrier, where anticipation hangs thick in the air as you wait for him to land. When he finally appears, relief washes over you, but the pain on his face is a stark reminder of the danger he faced. Embracing him feels like the world fades away, yet the weight of unspoken feelings looms between you. Later, as he recovers in the med bay, you sit by his side, both grappling with the aftermath of his confession and the silence that followed. In this tender yet complicated moment, you find comfort in each other, setting the stage for a new chapter in your relationship that promises to redefine everything you thought you knew.

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OTHER PART(S): PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I PART 6

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The salty breeze whipped through your hair as you stood on the deck of the aircraft carrier, heart pounding in your chest. The vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean stretched before you, but your gaze remained fixed on the horizon, straining to catch a glimpse of Jake. Every second felt like an eternity, the anticipation gnawing at you.

You barely registered Rooster’s plane as it swooped in for a landing, the familiar roar of engines drowned out by the anxious thrum of your own thoughts.

People tried to approach, offering words of comfort, but you brushed them off with a shake of your head. You couldn’t focus on anything but the hope—and fear—of seeing Jake again. Memories of his last radio transmission echoed in your mind, and you fought to suppress the wave of emotions threatening to crash over you. What if he didn’t come back? What if the next plane to touch down carried news that shattered your heart? You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the horizon to yield the figure you desperately needed to see.

Minutes stretched on, each passing moment deepening your anxiety until finally, a speck appeared in the sky. The roar of engines grew louder, and adrenaline surged through your veins. It was the search and rescue jet that had been sent after Jake had ejected.

As soon as the plane touched down, you found yourself sprinting across the deck, adrenaline fueling your every step. Your heart raced as you approached the jet, watching intently as Rooster and Coyote helped Jake down, their expressions a mixture of relief and concern.

Jake leaned heavily on them, his face pale and drawn, but your breath caught in your throat when his eyes found yours. A spark ignited in his gaze, and a smile broke across his face, lighting up the shadows that clung to him.

“Hey sweetheart, you miss me?” He called out, his voice laced with that familiar teasing tone, and it was so absurdly silly that a laugh escaped your lips despite the weight in your chest.

You stood frozen for a moment, torn between wanting to rush to him and the instinct to hold back, afraid to hurt him with a hug. The pain etched on his face was unmistakable, and you hesitated, wanting to make sure he was truly okay.

“Are you going to come over here, or just stand there looking pretty?” he teased, raising an eyebrow as his smile grew, that glimmer of mischief still intact despite the circumstances.

Nodding in response, you finally closed the distance between you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him close. The warmth of his body against yours felt like home, a balm to your frayed nerves.

Jake let go of Rooster, using one arm to anchor himself around your back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel the weight of him, the exhaustion pressing down on his shoulders, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. You held him tightly, feeling the rise and fall of his breath against your skin, grounding yourself in the reality that he was here, alive, and safe. No words were needed; the intensity of your embrace said everything you both felt.

You and Jake remained locked in your embrace, time seeming to stretch indefinitely as the chaos of the aircraft carrier faded into the background. The world around you blurred, and all that mattered was the warmth of his body, the scent of him, and the relief flooding through you that he was finally here, in your arms. It felt like a dream, one you never wanted to wake from. But just as you began to lose yourself completely in the moment, a voice broke through the haze.

“Seresin, they’re waiting for you in the med bay,” Admiral Cyclone announced, his tone clipped and professional.

You instinctively began to pull away from Jake, concern flooding your mind at the thought of him needing medical attention. But his grip tightened around your waist, holding you close, as if he couldn't bear the thought of letting you go just yet.

“I know,” Jake replied, his voice steady despite the tension. “But I’ve got one thing I need to do first.”

He exchanged a knowing glance with Coyote, who nodded but warned, “Keep it short, Hangman.”

With that, Jake turned to you, his expression shifting from relief to a kind of intensity that made your heart race.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice low and serious, as if this moment meant more than just a casual brush of lips.

You couldn’t help but smile, the warmth spreading through you as you nodded. “Yes.”

Jake leaned in, closing the distance between you as he captured your lips with his. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle reassurance, but it quickly deepened, filled with a desperate hunger and emotion that had been building between you both. His lips moved against yours with a tenderness that took your breath away, and for that fleeting moment, the rest of the world faded away again, leaving just the two of you suspended in time.

* * * * *

You received the news that Jake had been cleared from the medical building, and your heart raced with anticipation. After what felt like an eternity of worry, you made your way to his room, the sterile scent of antiseptic and the soft hum of fluorescent lights guiding you. You hesitated briefly at the door, taking a deep breath before stepping inside.

Jake lay propped up in bed, looking better than the last time you saw him but still weary. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you, a smile breaking across his face that chased away the shadows of the past few days. You slipped into the chair beside him, your heart swelling at the sight of him, finally safe.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, your voice soft but filled with concern.

“Better now that you’re here,” he replied, his grin wide and genuine.

You smiled back but then tilted your head slightly. “No, really. How do you feel?”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Like I just got shot out of the sky.”

Your smile faltered for a second, the gravity of his words crashing into you. You rolled your eyes, not ready to let his joke lighten the moment.

“Is it too soon for that?” He looked momentarily sheepish, realizing that his attempt at humor might not land well. “Yeah, probably. Sorry about that.”

The atmosphere shifted, and the unspoken words hung between you like a thick fog. “We need to talk about... what you said,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake’s expression turned serious. “I know. I’m sorry for doing it the way I did. I was worried I wouldn’t make it back this time, and I needed you to know.”

“Jake… I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much I love you.” His gaze softens even more as you speak, the intensity of his focus unwavering. “I love every moment we spend together. Every single one. But when you went down…” Your voice catches, but you push through, the words trembling with the fear you’ve been carrying. “I was terrified. All I could think about was if I’d never see you again. If you never got the chance to come back to me.”

Jake’s face falls, guilt flashing across his features.

He opens his mouth again, but you’re already leaning forward, softening the moment with a teasing smile. “But if you ever scare me like that again, I swear, I’ll shoot you down myself.”

The seriousness of the moment breaks as Jake chuckles, the sound low and warm. His smile is brighter now, his eyes twinkling with a familiar spark. “You know, I wouldn’t put it past you,” he says, his voice light despite everything.

His smile lingers as he shifts slightly in the bed, wincing a little from the movement.

He pats the small space next to him, raising an eyebrow. “Come here.”

You hesitated, your heart racing at the proximity it would bring. “I don’t know, Jake. Aren’t you supposed to rest?”

He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. “Rest? Please. I was shot at and had to eject from my jet. Are you really going to deny me holding my girl?”

Your stomach fluttered at his words, and a smile crept onto your face despite yourself. With a small laugh, you shifted closer, carefully lying down next to him. As you nestled against him, you looked up, your eyes meeting his.

“Your girl, huh?” You said, a teasing tone in your voice.

Jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah…my girl,” he repeated, his voice warm and filled with sincerity.

His arm wraps around you as you settle into his side, your head resting against his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart.

As you settle against Jake, the warmth of his body easing your frayed nerves, you feel your eyes growing heavier. Every muscle in your body feels like it’s finally starting to relax, the adrenaline and fear of the day slowly draining away. Jake must notice because his hand, still tracing soft circles on your arm, pauses for a moment.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. You tilt your head slightly to look up at him, and you catch the soft concern in his eyes, though his smile remains steady. “You should get some sleep.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he shakes his head gently before you can say anything. “I’m fine, darlin’,” he says, his thumb brushing lightly over your arm, a gentle reassurance. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

His words are a balm to your exhausted mind. You trust him completely, but the fear that gripped you earlier still lingers in the corners of your thoughts. Now, though, it feels distant, fading into the background as the reality of having him here—safe, alive, holding you—grounds you.

You nod softly, too tired to say anything more, and let your head sink back against his chest. Jake’s steady heartbeat becomes the only sound you focus on, each rhythmic thud lulling you closer to sleep. His arm tightens around you just a bit, a silent promise that he’s not letting go, that you’re safe.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head. The tenderness in his voice is enough to make your chest ache, but this time, it’s a different kind of ache—one filled with love and relief instead of fear.

The last thing you feel before sleep takes over is the warmth of Jake’s body, the rise and fall of his breathing beneath your cheek. And for the first time in what feels like days, peace finally settles over both of you. Neither of you speaks another word, but none are needed. In the quiet of the med bay, wrapped up in each other’s arms, you both drift off into a deep, dreamless sleep, safe and content in the knowledge that you’re together.

And this time, there’s no uncertainty, no fear—just the steady, comforting certainty that when you wake, Jake will still be there, just like he promised.

As you drift in and out of sleep, you hear the door creak open, and the soft shuffle of a nurse entering the room. She’s quiet at first, checking Jake’s vitals on the monitor and making a note on her chart. But when she glances over at you, curled up against Jake on the narrow bed, she hesitates.

“Lieutenant,” she says gently, not wanting to startle you. “I’m sorry, but your guest can’t stay in the bed with you. It’s against protocol.”

Jake opens one eye, his expression already shifting to one of mild annoyance. He’s clearly not thrilled about the idea of you leaving his side, and the nurse can sense it. She’s just doing her job, but she doesn’t realize she’s dealing with Jake Seresin.

“I’m fine,” Jake replies, his voice a little gruff from the exhaustion but steady. “She’s not hurting anything by being here.”

The nurse tries again, a bit more firmly this time. “It’s for your safety. We can bring a chair over—”

“I don’t want her in a chair,” Jake cuts her off, his tone growing more insistent. He shifts slightly in the bed, adjusting his arm so it’s holding you a little tighter, making it clear he doesn’t intend to let you go anytime soon. “She’s staying here. With me.”

There’s a brief, tense silence. The nurse looks a bit exasperated but still professional, knowing she has to follow the rules. “Sir, I understand, but—”

Jake sighs, now fully awake, and fixes the nurse with a stare that could stop anyone in their tracks.

“Listen,” he says, using that smooth, authoritative tone that makes it hard for anyone to argue with him. “I’ve just been shot out of the sky, survived an ejection, and had to think about the possibility I’d never see her again. I’m not about to let some rule keep her from staying in this bed with me. So unless you’ve got some life-or-death reason, she’s staying.”

The nurse opens her mouth to respond but then seems to realize there’s no winning this one. She sighs, clearly recognizing the futility in arguing with Jake Seresin when he’s determined about something.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she finally concedes, though it’s clear this isn’t the last of it.

As soon as she leaves, Jake smirks to himself, looking down at you.

“Told you I’ve got your back,” he murmurs, his tone playful, as if the whole exchange was just a minor inconvenience.

But the real showdown comes later in the evening. You’ve been peacefully resting beside him when another nurse—or maybe it’s the same one from before—comes in to remind you that visiting hours are over.

“Ma’am,” she says kindly, but firmly. “It’s past 9 p.m., and you’ll need to leave for the night.”

Jake’s eyes snap open, and he’s immediately back on high alert.

“No, she won’t,” he interjects before you can even respond. He shifts in the bed, the pain in his body seemingly forgotten as he props himself up on one elbow. “She’s staying. I’m not spending the night in here without her.”

The nurse lets out a tired sigh, clearly not up for another round with Jake. “Sir, it's hospital policy. You need to rest for your recovery—”

“Hospital policy,” Jake echoes with a smirk, cutting her off again. “Let me tell you something about that. You know what’s really good for my recovery? Her being here. So if you want me to heal up quick and get out of your hair, you’re gonna let her stay.”

“Sir—”

“I’m not asking,” Jake says flatly, and his tone leaves no room for negotiation. He folds his arms across his chest, wincing slightly as the movement aggravates his injuries, but he doesn’t let it show. “I’m telling you. She’s staying.”

The nurse gives you an apologetic glance, as if seeking backup, but you know there’s no reasoning with him at this point. You’re about to offer to leave to keep the peace, but Jake shoots you a look that says he won’t hear of it.

After another futile attempt to argue, the nurse finally throws up her hands in defeat.

“Fine,” she mutters under her breath, “but if anyone asks, I didn’t see anything.”

As she leaves, Jake grins triumphantly, settling back down with a satisfied sigh. “That’s more like it,” he says, clearly proud of himself.

You shake your head, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Jake chuckles, wincing slightly from the pain but still smiling. “Only when it comes to you, darlin’. I’m not spending another minute without you if I can help it.”

But of course, the night staff makes another attempt to enforce the rules about an hour later. This time, Jake’s too tired to put up much of a fight, but he still manages to give them one last stubborn retort before they give up for good.

“If you want me out of this bed so bad,” he says with a smirk, “maybe just let her stay and I’ll be out of your hair even faster.”

Eventually, the staff realizes there’s no winning this battle. You stay curled up next to him, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath your cheek as the exhaustion from the day finally catches up to both of you. Jake’s arm wraps protectively around you, pulling you closer.

“See?” he whispers, his voice soft in the dim light of the room. “Told you that you weren’t going anywhere.”

You smile against his chest, your eyelids growing heavier by the second. “You really are impossible,” you murmur sleepily.

Jake chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “But you love me for it.”

"Yeah, yeah I do." You mumble as you close your eyes again.

And with that, you both finally drift off to sleep, content in each other’s arms. Nothing else matters but the fact that you’re together, and Jake’s stubborn determination ensures that’s exactly how it’s going to stay.

#Top Gun Hangman #Top Gun Hangman Fanfiction #Top Gun Hangman Fanfic #Jake Seresin #Jake Seresin Fanfiction #Jake Seresin Fanfic #Jake Hangman Seresin #Jake Seresin x reader #Hangman x reader

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sleepymarimo · 2 years ago

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𝕨𝕙𝕪’𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙?

summary: he only wants to talk when he's drunk out of his mind... pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: situationship, angsty, drunk calls an: i had so much fun w this one lol. love this song!! wc: ~700 ⤷ based on this song! ⤷ part of this arctic monkeys mini event! taglist: @dimplewonie

purururu...purururu...purururu

here we go... you think, feeling drowsy and disoriented as your eyes seemed to peel open. rubbing the sleep off of your face, you sneak a glance at the clock on your nightstand. it was nearly three in the morning.

your hand reaches out, a 'clank' connecting you to the person on the other end.

"i dreamed 'bout you again..." a familiar voice rasps, deep and rough, words slurred. despite the unpleasant churning of your stomach, your heart flips in delight.

you can practically smell the sake through the den den mushi.

"zoro, it's late." you sigh, your voice quiet as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "you should go to-"

he lazily interjects, the den den mushi rolling its eyes. "thought y'wanted to talk t'me...?"

with furrowed brows, you wonder how you found yourself getting involved with this brute of a man. maybe it was his heart of gold, hidden beneath the scowls and scoffs. maybe it was the excitement he had brought to your bland life a few months ago, when his ship had docked on your island. or maybe, it was how he planted tender kisses on your forehead and massaged your aching thighs when he thought you were asleep, only to tell you in the morning that you must've been dreaming.

what even were you?

that's what you wanted to know, what you've been asking for weeks only for him to make up some half assed answer and change the subject.

"not like this." you sharply reply. "i think you can make some time to call when it's not, like, three in the morning."

on the open sea, leaned against the walls of the crow's nest, zoro revels in the sound of your voice. even with the obvious displeasure in your tone, he can't help but close his eyes and imagine that you’re beside him.

it's only in his severely intoxicated state that his thoughts traverse into those of self-depreciation. he was a fucking coward. and he knew it. the swordsman would stroll through hell itself, but didn't have the guts or pride to call you back and tell you how alive you made him feel.

he wants to keep you by his side like you were one of his prized swords. a possessive part of him longs to hoard your heart and soul for himself, to take you by force like the animal he is.

but he relents. for the sake of his crew. for the sake of the promises he's made. for the sake of himself.

"i gotta lot goin' on, y'know that." he grumbles, letting out a yawn as if this were the most casual conversation on the planet. "i still wanna...do this. with you."

do what? you think to yourself, your patience finally snapping.

"then call me when you're sober, zoro." you huff, trying but failing to keep your voice from trembling. promptly ending the transmission, you let out a shaky exhale and settle back into bed. tears prick at your eyes, but you'd be damned if you'd let them fall.

the next day and the day after, you get no call. when it finally rings on a sunny afternoon, you pick it up quickly and eagerly. you're about to speak, but a voice cuts you off. it's a friend of yours across the island, her tone casual and oblivious.

"hey!" she greets. you hear her unwrap something, her next words muffled as if she's taken a bite of food. "those straw hat pirates just took down another marine fleet! they're insane!"

your teeth bite into your lower lip and you shake your head in defeat, responding with feigned interest.

would it be foolish to admit that you were hopeful?

the rest of the day passes as usual. mundane, crammed with the duties that came with a life of domestication.

you settle into bed, cocooned in the soft embrace of your blankets. the sounds of the city begin to fade into quietness as the hours pass. for a while, things seem to stand still. the stars illuminate the sky and the waves gently roll onto the shore.

purururu...purururu...purururu

you don't pick up.

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader

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vynxwave · 2 months ago

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Soundwave Bio/Description Compilation

+ anything else I felt like including

1986 Marvel G1 The Transformers Universe #3

1984 G1

1984 G1 Sunbow voice acting audition sheet [Source]

1990 Action Master

2002 Heroes of Cybertron

2003 Dreamwave Transformers: More Than Meets the Eye #6

2006 Cybertron

Collectors' Club #9

2007 Titanium

2008 Animated

2010 Transformers: Nefarious

Information is power. Nothing moves on the orb below me without my being aware of it. I see and hear everything, be it out in the open or behind closed doors. My reach is invisible, intangible. My grip... cast-iron.

2010 Transformers: Nefarious (perhaps this is also relevant)

2011 Transformers: Convergence (prose story in Transformers: Dark of The Moon Movie Adaptation)

Something was wrong with this region. Something about space itself felt unaccountably wrong—and this trouble Soundwave. Soundwave was an intelligence officer. He reveled in the streams of data—transmissions, radiations, sounds, sights—that flowed around him. Soundwave trafficked in information, not feelings. So his uneasiness about this region bothered him. He walked down the passageway toward the bridge of the Nemesis, the Decepticon spacecraft he commanded. Lord Megatron had assigned him a task—assigned it to Soundwave over Megatron's favored lieutenants such as the sociopath Shockwave and the impetuous upstart Starscream. It was a point of pride for Soundwave—this was his mission and his responsibility to make sense of the findings.

Soundwave hated this creature. Hated the way its cells divided and apoptosized, hated the bacteria that lived in it, hated the sound of the liquids churning through its body, hated the hair that sprouted from its frail outer coating, hated the syntax that was wired into the crude synapses that crackled in its head, hated the sounds that came out of it. He hated this particular creature more than the rest of the species, but only slightly. Gould's usefulness outweighed Soundwave's contempt. […]

2011 Dark of the Moon (unreleased)

2010 WFC & 2011 FOC

Fall of Cybertron [secondary source, original unarchived]

Ability: Eject Mini-Cons Soundwave is known for being unquestionably loyal to Megatron. Commanding an armada of Mini-Con Deployers, Soundwave can infiltrate and acquire enemy intel. Soundwave is often not trusted by other Decepticons out of fear he might also spy on them and report back to Megatron.

2013 Transformers: The Ultimate Pop-Up Universe (aligned continuity) [source 1] [source 2]

2010 Transformers: Exodus (error: despite his exclusion from this list, Frenzy does exist in this book)

Soundwave was a different matter. Spymaster extraordinaire, controller of a horde of Minicons so small that Megatron could crush several of them with a footstep, Soundwave was the only gladiator Megatron had ever fought who had a chance of beating him—they had met in a match to first wound rather than death; otherwise only one of them would still exist. He was nearly as single-minded as Megatron, nearly as dedicated. He possessed a suite of abilities that Megatron very nearly envied, with his multiple transformations and the triple Minicons that he contained within his proto-form and could eject into combat at any moment. These were Rumble, Ravage, and Laserbeak.

Crystal City had stood for teracycles, a monument to the union of Cybertronian ingenuity and aesthetics. It shimmered and glowed as the various materials of its composition caught different spectra of light, creating a prismatic show that was visible for dozens of hics in any direction. During certain atmospheric conditions, even the citizens of Iacon could see it shimmering like a mirage just over the horizon. It was a monument both to achievement and to the aristocracy of Cybertron that demanded beauty along with function. Scientific research went hand-in-hand with artistic innovation here. Soundwave hated the place. To him it reeked of self-indulgence,

2014 Transformers: Retribution

“At once,” Soundwave replied in his usual monotone. Starscream knew there was no need to vocalize what was merely standard operating procedure, but he did it anyway to remind Soundwave that he was second in command on this bridge. He enjoyed reminding all of them every chance he got. Soundwave might be Megatron’s loyal pet, but as far as Starscream was concerned, he was nothing more than a jumped-up communications officer with visions of spymaster grandeur, though he was nothing if not obedient: [...]

“Lord Megatron, I have completed my interrogation of the traitor Axer and have obtained the precise location of the Autobots. Would you like to see the playback of the questioning?” He said it with enough unrestrained relish that Megatron waved his hand wearily in assent. Sometimes you had to indulge your subordinates. [...] When Axer’s screams grew loud enough to drown out Soundwave’s questions, Megatron decided that it was time to move things along. There was no doubt in his mind that Soundwave could watch this video over and over again—and that he probably already had.

2012 Prime

2007 IDW Spotlight: Soundwave

2017 IDW Hasbro Heroes Sourcebook #3

(short guide to IDW1's Soundwave characterizations: yellow visor = opportunist (like in Marvel comics) & red visor = loyalist (like in Sunbow cartoon))

2015 Devastation

2022 Royal Mail Stamp bio [source 1] [source 2]

2020 Siege Webpage (military insignias)

2022 Legacy [Source]

2022 When EarthSpark's trailer dropped [Source]

A Con of few words, Soundwave maintains a cold exterior by choosing to express himself through his fists.

2023 Transformers EarthSpark: The Official Guidebook

#soundwave #transformers #maccadam #vynx.snips #mostly made this for my reference

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mugloversonly · 6 days ago

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Rescue

Okay this one is for @stmonstercalendar Mermay Bingo prompts "Sci-fi", "shapeshifter", "kelpie". As well as the weekly prompt "vodnik". | rating: G | wc: 3443 | cw: NA summary: Captain Steve of the Starfleet vessel Loch Nora, responds to a distress signal from Commander Joyce of the Hawkins. There is a lot of Star Trek references in this so there are notes at the end! AO3

The ensign at the helm slowed them down to a quarter impulse as they entered the planet’s orbit. The beautiful water sat still like Earth’s ocean before a storm. Eerie, if Steve had to name it.

The planet itself was entirely water. As far as Steve could tell from the view screen, there wasn't a single foot of dry land. Only his best swimmers could be a part of the transport team.

If it wasn't for Admiral Hopper sending him on this rescue mission, Steve would be excited to discover this planet. But, no scientific exploration could be done until he found Commander Byers and brought her aboard.

Steve shuttered when he recalled the distress signal she sent out.

SOS. This is Commander Joyce Byers of the Federation. We are being held hostage on planet L365. Please hurry, I don't know how long they'll —

Then the transmission stopped. There hadn't been another sign from Joyce; technically Federation policy dictated the ship closest to the distress call answered, then called for backup if needed. But, Joyce was the whole reason Steve wasn't serving time in prison for a stupid mistake in the academy. His crew’s full of ragtag Starfleet officers whose careers Joyce had a hand in, they weren't going to abandon her.

The direct plea from Hopper sealed the deal. They all agreed to let Steve take the court martial if there was one, he's the captain of the Loch Nora, the rest of the crew was simply following his orders. But he doubted he’d be reprimanded; not with what he saw.

The Hawkins, was in pieces.

“Scan for life forms.” He demanded of Lieutenant Sinclair. She pushed a few buttons on her console; Steve wondered if he should bench her even though Erica could swim laps around him. Her brother is one of the missing and he’s worried she won't keep a clear head.

“Captain… come take a look at this “ She called. A glance at her mini screen shocked Steve to his core; relief and confusion war in him.

“Is that right?” There are over 3000 life forms, 150 of them match the bio-metrics of the entire Hawkins crew. “They’re all alive?”

“Affirmative, I attempted to lock on to them but there’s too much interference.” Lieutenant Henderson said, the frustration evident in his tone. Steve had no doubt the Vulcan re-calibrated the transporter about five different times before he admitted it didn't work.

“Commander Lox?” Steve turned to his first officer Jane. “Do you have any experience with this type of thing?”

“I encountered a planet like this a hundred years or so ago. It might have been this one actually. My host Kali, had to negotiate with the leader for some supplies. She found the people there to be kind but they're wary of strangers. I’d suggest we send down a small party but keep transporters locked on their location.” The trill said.

“Right, Sinclair, Henderson, Lox, you're with me. Wheeler you have the bridge.” He turned to the Lieutenant Commander.

“But sir, my sister's down there.” Mike argued.

“And would Nancy be happy to see you, or would she be pissed?” Steve raised an eyebrow even as he entered the turbo shaft.

“Sinclair’s going.” Mike insisted. Steve glanced to his side at the woman in question.

“Are you going to tell Erica no?” Mike slumped into the Captain's chair conceding the point.

“Your sister is a capable woman. My brother is an idiot.” Erica offered as she stepped into the lift.

“Transporter bay.” The lift lowered to the bottom level as Steve laid out the plan.

“When we get to the surface, I’ll swim down as far as I can while you tread water. Once they can't lock onto my signal, we’ll know how close to the surface we need to get the crew.” Waiting at the transporter bay was Dr. Buckley with a few respirators that she handed out quickly.

“Let me switch your translators to non-verbal mode.” She gestured to her ear and pulled out a tricorder. She ran the device over the right ear of the humans and Vulcan, and the left ear of the trill.

“Thanks, Robbie.” Steve smiled and hugged his best friend. “We’ll see you in a bit.” With that, he stepped onto the transporter pad.

A quick push of a button, and they were beamed onto the planet, submerging underwater.

“Everyone okay?” Steve asked. It was weird to talk to his team without actually speaking, but he figured he’d get used to it.

The three others nodded in affirmation. Steve began his dive, but no sooner had he sank did a green old man appear. He tilted his head in confusion until he heard Erica scream.

“It's a vodnik!” Steve had no idea what that was, but given her tone of voice and the way the thing charged at him, he didn't think it was friendly.

With a kick of his legs, Steve tried to escape it, but the vodnik was fast; faster than any creature Steve had ever seen.

Suddenly, a great white shark appeared and bit into the vodnik’s leg dragging it to the depths. A second shark swam directly for them but paused in front of the group and moved almost as if it was treading water.

“Are you a native to this planet?” Steve asked. The shark gave the approximation of a nod. Upon closer inspection, Steve realized this wasn’t a normal Earth shark, it had a few extra fins and the gills were in the wrong spot. Almost as if someone explained what a shark was, and this creature became it.

“What are you?” There was a sense of dread filling his stomach, and he didn’t have time for tact.

“Come with me.” It said. “I won’t hurt you.” The shark gave a wiggle and it transformed into a half-horse, half-fish creature, long curly seaweed-like hair made up it's mane. Attached to it’s flank was an enclosed carriage.

“Answer me first. What are you?” Steve said again.

“I’m a Kelpie at the moment.” The creature nodded at its form. “We don’t have much time, if you want to save your comrades, come with me.”

There didn’t seem to be much choice. If that other creature was a shapeshifter like this one, there's be no way to tell them apart if they separated. With a sigh, Steve swam to the carriage and got in, Jane, Erica, and Dustin followed close behind.

Inside the carriage, the four discussed the situation.

“What's the likelihood these are the same species as the founders?” Jane asked, right to the point.

“If they are it doesn't seem like they're in league with them. If they were they wouldn't be helping us.” Dustin said. The discussion continued around him until the carriage came to a stop.

The carriage dissolved around them and they were once again submerged in water. The creature was still in the Kelpie form.

“Is this your true form?” Erica asked, keeping voice quiet and calm.

“I don’t know that I have a true form. Your comrades said this was a form you’d be comfortable with.” The creature said.

“Are you the one holding our comrades hostage?” Jane asked. The creature huffed in irritation.

“Not exactly. Come, I will show you.” The Kelpie galloped forward into an underwater cave. The group followed and breathed a sigh of relief when they realized it was a habitable cave for them.

They climbed out of the water onto the bank and removed their respirators. Steve kept his eyes on the shapeshifter as he turned into a human man. Long curly black hair framed his face, with dark chocolate doe eyes staring at him in return.

“I’m not with the Dominion, if that’s what you’re wondering.” The creature said.

“Then who are you?”

“Your comrades have been calling me Eddie. You may call me that as well.” He sighed and gestured to the sand. Taking a seat himself, Eddie told them all that had happened.

“The Dominion are terrible. A group of us defected a while ago, about a thousand of your years. Those of us who didn’t agree with the war on single forms settled here; but, over time, some of us have changed our minds.” Eddie gazed out over the little lake.

“So the vodnik, he’s a shapeshifter who hates solids?” Steve asked.

“Yes. Your comrades call him Jason. He’s the one who crashed their ship.”

Eddie went on to explain that Jason and a dozen others made up a group of shifters who want to rejoin the Dominion but can't access the warp technology they used to get here in the first place. Eddie was the only one who remembered where the old ships were, and he was the only one who knew how to work the tech in the first place. Even if they got their hands on the ships, they wouldn’t know how to use it.

“So, why did he destroy the Hawkins?” Jane questioned. “Wouldn’t it have made more sense to attempt to steal the tech?”

Eddie squinted at the woman for a moment, a particular look on his face.

“Have we met before?” He asked.

“I once was a woman named Kali. Maybe you met her?”

Eddie snapped his fingers in recognition.

“Yes! We gave her some Duranium.” Eddie turned back to the problem at hand. “Anyway, from what I gathered from the first group, Jason tried to board the ship but the captain Joyce, refused to let him have control. Once everyone was evacuated she set the ship to self destruct. Thankfully, the majority of us here don’t hate single forms. We managed to make Jason’s group retreat and save the crew. They’re in a nearby cave like this one. But, we couldn’t get them home without leading Jason to the warp tech.”

Steve absorbed the information as quickly as he could. There had to be a way to save the crew.

“Your Commander Joyce is a fearsome woman. She refuses to leave until she helps us stop this civil war.”

With a huff of a laugh Steve hung his head. Of course she’d say that.

“Can you take us to her?” Steve asked. With a nod, Eddie beckoned them to follow him through a series of tunnels and through a network of caves. Eventually, they stepped into a huge underground room filled with light.

“Erica?!” Lucas called as he ran to his sister and pulled her into a tight hug. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Rescuing you, duh?” She replied even as she pretended to wiggle out of his hug.

“Steve!” A voice called. Will Byers pulled away from the crowd and hugged him around the waist. “Mom knew you’d come.”

Joyce herself was in deep discussion with Nancy and two people Steve didn’t recognize. They must be other shifters.

“The one with the red hair is being called Max and the other is called Chrissy.” Eddie pointed. “The older man in the corner is Wayne. He’s…what you would call my uncle.”

“You guys have family dynamics like that?” Dustin asked, fascinated with their new friend.

“In a way.” Eddie began. Steve left them to it and made his way to Joyce.

“Everyone okay?” He asked. Joyce met his eyes with a tired smile.

“Kind of. The shapeshifters who saved us have been friendly and hospitable. The caves are coded in kelbonite. I’m assuming that’s why you’re here and didn’t just beam us aboard the Loch Nora.”

“That would do it, yeah.” Steve laughed. “But, I hear you’re trying to prevent a civil war.”

“They have warp technology, it doesn’t violate the Prime Directive.” Joyce placatingly raised her hands. “Besides, it’s in the best interest of Starfleet. This group of defectors didn’t know about the Dominion War until we got here; but, most of them don’t seem to agree with the founders and didn’t really care too much about the outcome. The ones that do agree with the founders want to avenge them.”

“So we have to stop them here.” Steve concluded. Steve looked at the small group of officers here, and the shifters in the room.

“So, what’s the plan?”

It’s Eddie who answered.

“Evacuate our allies. Any warp tech we have, take with us or destroy. Once we’re a safe distance away, we’ll blow up the planet.” The calm indifference in Eddie’s voice would scare Steve if he was on the enemy side.

“Blow it up?” Erica asked in confusion.

“If he was smart, Jason would realize he can shift into a warp capable ship. But, he’s an idiot so it hasn’t occurred to him; but the second it does…” Eddie didn’t finish, but the meaning was clear.

“We already set a bunch of bombs throughout the planet. Shoot one, and it will cascade to the next.” Nancy chimed in.

“How many of you are on the planet?” Steve asked.

“In total? 20ish. We’re usually a conglomerate.” Wayne spoke up. “But, those of us who don’t mind your type are few now. Jason convinced almost everyone to join him. The four of us you see here, plus Eddie’s three friends.”

The three friends, entered from a separate cave as if summoned. They introduced themselves as Gareth, Jeff, and Bear. Gareth was the other shark they saw on the surface.

“The seven of you are willing to leave your home?” Steve asked, a little shocked.

“The thing about us Stevie, is we’re a collective. Our home isn’t a place or a planet. It’s the link we share with each other. One that’s connected us even when we were a part of the whole.” Eddie smiled.

“We need to move quickly.” Jeff mentioned. He and Max led a group of Hawkins crew down one passage, Bear and Gareth went down a second, and Wayne and Chrissy took the rest through a third.

“We have ships prepared to get us all out. I taught everyone how to fly them, at least a little.” Eddie began as he led Joyce, Will, Lucas, Nancy, and the rescue team down a different shaft.

“Why did you set out a distress signal if you guys already had a plan?” Steve asked as they shuffled down the path.

“We needed the backup. Plus, there would be no way to prove we were alive and also not shapeshifters if we appeared suddenly in an old Dominion ship.” That was a great point, Steve had to admit.

Eddie fell back in step with the two and stared calculatingly at Steve.

“What?”

“You’re pretty cute. For a single form anyway.” Eddie flirted and winked.

“Is that a compliment?” Steve asked as Joyce sped up to give them some space.

“You don’t think I’m cute?” Eddie pouted. “Do any of these speak to you?” In a blink he transformed into a female version of his human form. Then just as quickly, he morphed into an Andorian, Klingon, Tholian, and Ferangi version. Even his Ferangi self had huge doe eyes and big curly hair, which looked a bit silly with the ears.

There was something interesting about his shifting nature, Steve had to admit. He wondered just how far that extended. Could he shift parts of himself into other species or was it all or nothing? The only understanding of their abilities Starfleet had any record of was from a Bajorian scientist’s research notes; and he wasn’t very thorough with the details.

“I think you’re cute in all those forms you took. Except Ferangi, but I’ve known too many shady Ferangi.” Steve shrugged.

“Really? You’re not into the ears?” Eddie touched his lobes and gasped in shock. “Why does it feel like I’m touching my…” He waved his hand at Steve’s crotch.

“That’s a great question. You’ll have to ask one when we get back to Federation Space.”

Eddie pursed his lips in thought, shifted back to his “human” self, and turned back to the conversation at hand.

“Listen, after I blow up my planet I’ll need a new one. We all will. I’ve heard the Federation takes in strays. Will they make room for us too?”

“Of course!” Steve exclaimed.

“Even though our people tried to kill you all?” It was said like a joke, but the insecurity was clear.

“You’re not the first people to defect from their genocidal species and join the Federation. I doubt you’ll be the last.” Steve sighed and decided to take a risk. “Until then, you can stay on my ship with me. You all can, I don’t mind.”

“You have enough rooms for the seven of us?”

“Well, one of you might have to bunk with me.” Steve said with a flirty smile. He had enough rooms, it wouldn’t be a problem. Besides from what Eddie said, they’d likely all share the same space to link. But, it was the principle.

“Well if you insist.” Eddie replied and bumped shoulders with him. “I wouldn’t mind sharing your room, big boy.”

They arrived in a big cave that held a huge purple ship next to another underwater lake. Steve gulped; it was obviously an older version of the Jem’Hadar ships. Steve wasn’t in Starfleet during the war, but they learned all about it in the academy.

“Commander Byers was correct, if you showed up in Federation Space in these without an escort, you’d be stopped.” Steve mumbled.

“Right in one, pretty boy.” Eddie giggled as he jogged toward the ship. With a flourish, Eddie waved the group into the ship as he got into position. He flipped a few switches and then sent a signal to the other ships.

“Everyone’s ready. But you are going to have to convince your ship not to shoot at us.” Eddie handed Steve the headset, that doubled as a view screen. From the academy he knew he’d likely get a migraine if he wore it for a while, but a few minutes should be fine.

“Let’s do it.”

The ship exited the cave system through the lake and out to the surface, where it met up with the other three. A huge squid appeared but Eddie quickly fired a few shots into it’s stomach. It sank into the depths as they pushed through the water until the Loch Nora was in view.

“We’re hailing them.” Eddie pointed at Steve once the channel was open.

“This is Lieutenant Commander Wheeler. Who are you and what business do you have on this planet?” Mike’s face filled Steve’s vision.

“This is Captain Steve Harrington. These vessels hold the Hawkins crew and allies. We come in peace.” He said. Rightfully, Mike didn’t trust Steve at face value.

“Tell me something only Steve would know. Something a founder wouldn’t torture out of you.” Mike glared. Steve sighed and pursed his lips.

“When I was dating your sister I accidentally clogged the toilet while playing ultimate barbies with Holly. I was so embarrassed about it that I pretended I was having stomach problems.” There was a muffled snort to the side and Steve squinted his eyes at Eddie.

“How is clogging a girlfriend’s toilet with a huge dump less embarrassing than playing dolls with her sister?” Eddie giggled.

“I asked him the same question.” Nancy joined in before she snagged the headset from Steve. “Michael Wheeler, it’s me your sister Nancy. If you don’t send a message to Starfleet informing them of the Dominion Ships returning home with us, I’ll tell Jane all about your little notebook.” At that, Mike paled and nodded quickly.

“Okay, you’re who you say you are. I’ll relay the message.” He quickly ended the message as Steve turned curiously to Nancy.

“What’s in that notebook?” Steve asked curiously, but she didn’t answer, only shrugged with a secretive smile.

The ships left the atmosphere and headed toward Federation Space. All but Eddie’s ship; which turned to face the planet.

“I’m going to miss it. It was my home for so long.” He sighed.

“There could be another way, right?” Steve offered, he just met the man, but he’d do anything to make him happy.

A soft sniffle is the only sound Eddie let himself make before he pushed a button on the console. A single photon torpedo shot into the planet’s water, but whatever it hit, activated the explosions all along the surface.

As the planet broke into pieces, Eddie flipped it the bird.

“Good riddance to those fuckers.” He set the ship’s course and leaned back against a ship wall. “So, tell me about my new home?” Eddie requested.

Steve smiled. He liked the sound of that.

“The Loch Nora is what I affectionately call ‘home to the Starfleet strays’” he began.

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NOTES:

Trills can have a symbiote that retains the memories of past hosts. The trill will change it's last name to the name of the symbiote.

The translators Robin adjusts refers to the universal translator that is a common star trek tech. there's a few different versions of it in the universe so I went with the in ear kind and which side varies by species. All universal translators can be used through a telepathic link but they do not default to that.

Steve's backstory is based off of Nick Locarno Joyce is inspired by Captain Janeway L365= L class planets are nearly as hospitable as earth is for humans. founders= are a species of shapeshifters who are the main antagonist in the series Deep Space 9. Dominion= is what the founders cal their empire. Duranium= is material used in a whole lot of stuff in the Federation kelbonite= a metal that is notorious for blocking transporter tech of all kinds. Prime Directive= a Federation protocol to not get involved with the affairs of planets without warp tech. This includes preventing wars or anything even if asked. The shapeshifters are shown to be able to shift into warp capable vessels in DS9. The Bajorian scientist refers to a character in DS9 who did experiments on a shapeshifter. The Ferangi are known to masturbate with their earlobes. link= when a group of shapeshifters are one group. it's a pool mostly. Jem'Hadar= the soldiers bred and controlled by the Dominion

This is just something I couldn't fit in: Jason only defected from the Dominon because he wanted to be with Chrissy. Once he realized she didn't want him back he was just biding his time to dip and rejoin the founders.

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Starscream had been peacefully lounging in his hab, clicking through the various channels on his live screen, sucking on mini energon cubes like juice filled candies, when he received an instant message to the group chat between him and his trine. .:SW: Screams, me and TC have a bet for you.:. .:TC: Don’t drag me into this.:. .:SS: Whatever it is, forget about it. I’m not interested in whatever moronic scheme you both have in mind.:. .:TC: HEY I said leave me out of it!:. .:SW: Fine, I guess Screamer is just too much of a glitch. Too scared of Shockwave.:. The last message made him pause his show and sit up, his attention fully trained onto the group chat. Glitch? Scared? Absolutely not, no, he would not be taking that scrap from his idiotic trine. .:SS: I am not SCARED of Shockwave. However, you two slag helms should be scared of ME should you continue your slander. Make your bet, I will humor you only this once.:. .:TC: Ugh… whatever.:. .:SW: We bet, that you can’t go into Shockwave’s hab and make out with him. The full package. Like how TC used to play glossa wrestling with any mech that would give him the time of cycle in Academy.:. .:TC left the group chat:. .:SW invited TC to the group chat:. .:SS: Fine. You’re going to lose this bet. I can have anyone I want, Shockwave included. When I win I expect you both to be here ready to give me a full spa treatment.:. .:SW: Sure sure. But when we win, you owe us a favor. To be determined at a later date >:) :. Starscream didn’t even read that last message, as he had already bolted up from his lounging position on his berth and began cleaning himself up. Normally he wouldn’t have cared much, seeing as he kept himself fairly polished and clean. But for some reason he felt the need to pretty himself. And pretty himself he did. Almost like a bird preening itself, he swiped gloss over his wings in a clearly expert manner, having done this millions of times before. He did the same with every bit of plating that he could see needed touching up, and added a bit of shimmer to it as well. Not much, but a touch of it to make him look almost ethereal when the light hit him just right. He had taken a bit too long staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if this was enough, or too much, and before he knew it, it was almost curfew. He felt a pit in his tanks form as he ran to the door and stopped. Did he want to go through with this? The thought lingered for a moment, permeating his processor like an echo. But he pushed it out of his way. He would not doubt himself on this, he would prove himself a desirable candidate for a fling with the scientist and he would earn his spa day, one way or another. Before he knew it, he was racing out the door of his comfortable hab and beelining straight to Shockwave’s lab, where he punched in the door override code, meant only for emergencies, and barged right in. Lucky for him, Shockwave was still in the throes of scientific discovery as he strutted up to the work area that he was diligently busying himself at. “Pardon my intrusion, Shockwave.” He said in his most apologetic tone, leaning a lithe hip against another table that was unoccupied by the scientist. “I found myself… in desperate need of your company.” He said as if it were a shy confession, turning his helm away acting like he didn’t want to meet the other’s gaze out of sheepishness. For the most part it was all an act, but a small piece of him felt… nervous.

There was a shift in the lumbering mood of this ship's cabin. Shockwave ignored it, pushing on in his endeavors and writing off the warning as lack of sleep clawing at his heels. Not for lack of deadline to meet. He wanted to get as much headway as possible in current projects to have them all docked for approval by week's end.

That was his goal, painstakingly outlined one bullet item at a time. He had forgone time estimations after finding that they were busy work than they were useful. When it came to his own work, there was no timeline he could predictably follow other than working off temperature reads by the cycle. No method other than knowing when he can bully into anyone's schedule a short meeting, a fast pitch, or divine when someone might request something.

His focus was a knife's edge; sharp and honed. Shockwave would have very much like to keep it that way until he heard the soft hiss of doors parting and steel clicks encroach his territory.

" Pardoned. " He said, but didn't mean.

Without sparing a look at a wandered-and-lost Seeker, he suspended him in absolute silence while he dotted every ' i ' and crossed every ' t' on his notes. Not bothering to respond until he punctuated the last line of notes.

" Whatever you need my immediate help for, you can find equivalent, if not, more suitable assistance down at the medbay, " he turns heel, back fully to him as he crosses the room, slamming shut the ventilator hood before this one vents in toxic fumes.

" You already know that, so speak. What do you want? "

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