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writeyouin · 3 years

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Hi there, can I request a headcannon list for tfp ratchet? Something where Reader, who is usually very easy going and wears a smile on their face is one day very quiet, only for Ratchet to find out that their family is practically estranged from them when they found out that they're gay. ty for your work!

Transformers Prime / Reader Insert – Family

A/N – Hey, so this got pretty angsty and bittersweet. I just hope that all of you know that being gay is great. It can be so difficult to be proud when someone doesn’t accept you, but I promise that the world gets better, especially when you find other supportive people. Friends are the family we choose for ourselves, and I hope that message stays with all of us.

Warnings – Angst.

Rating – T

For once, Ratchet found himself able to work peacefully in the base. The other Autobots were out on various missions. Jack, Miko and Raf were in school. Agent Fowler was at his own official place of work, and you had gone straight to the archives room as soon as you had entered the base.

‘Yes,’ Ratchet thought, satisfied. ‘All is quiet.’

It took him a long time to turn his processor to you. While it wasn’t unusual for you to go about your own business, it was certainly out of character for you to pay so little heed to Ratchet.

Sure, you always let him work when he was busy, but you also always greeted him with a smile, pestering him until you got one in return.

Ratchet couldn’t remember a day when you hadn’t told him not to be such a sour-puss, or sang his name until he paid you heed. Out of the humans, you were his partner, helping him in many a scientific task, once he had taught you what to do.

You joked, you sang, you danced, and you laughed. So, what had changed today?

Yes, Ratchet had found that he was able to work better in the peace and quiet that had befallen the base, but was there such a thing as it being too quiet?

“Bah,” Ratchet grumbled. He was over-reacting.

You couldn’t always be the easy-going, happy-go-lucky person who radiated warmth and life throughout the base. There had to be a limit to your seemingly endless supply of energy. Reassured in his conclusions, Ratchet got back to work. You would come to see him when you were ready to, and probably with some data from the archives that he needed.

Hours later, when Ratchet was sure that he was close to a breakthrough in his research, he found that he had hit something of a mental block. On the rare occasions when that happened, you were always there to talk him through his problems, or listen to him rant until he figured out what he was missing. It seemed that you always had a way of sensing his troubles.

Ratchet waited to hear your voice, but he was met with only silence. There had been a time when he worked alone, needing no such reassurances from anyone, but that time was long gone. The simple fact of the matter was that he needed your seemingly endless supply of positivity to spur him on.

Muttering to himself in a way that only those with old souls do, Ratchet left his work console in search of you.

“(Y/N), do you have a minute?” He called, upon distractedly entering the archive room. “I need to bounce some ideas off you.”

You stared up at Ratchet with hollow eyes. Ratchet had seen every emotion possible in his fellow Cybertronians. He knew sadness, guilt, despair, anger, resentment, and longing. As a medic, it was his job to heal the mind as well as the body. He had sworn an oath to help those in need where he could, and clearly, you needed his help now.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” Ratchet said, getting straight to the point; he never wasted time beating around the bush where people’s health was concerned.

“Hm? It’s nothing,” You answered in a dull monotone that didn’t suit you.

“Don’t lie,” Ratchet reprimanded.

You looked to the ground sadly, making Ratchet feel somewhat guilty that he hadn’t spent more time adopting a soothing tone. Still, it was too late for pleasantries now, so instead he waited for you to speak.

When it became apparent that you weren’t going to answer him, Ratchet spoke again.

“You can tell me now, or you can tell me later. Either way, neither of us are leaving this room until you talk. Clearly something is bothering you, so you may as well get it over with now.”

You knew that Ratchet wouldn’t really hold you verbally hostage against your will. If you told him that you weren’t ready to talk about what was bothering you yet, he would leave you be. Still, you didn’t want him to worry over you, nor did you want him to treat you like you were made of glass, afraid to say or do anything that might upset you.

“I’m just having a hard time right now… With my family,” You admitted.

Ratchet considered your statement momentarily. Cybertronians rarely had problems with so called ‘family.’ While all Cybertronians had creators, it didn’t seem to hold the same weight as the title of parent. Besides that, the few Cybertronians that did have family by Earth definitions were usually estranged from them, or their relatives were dead. Ratchet had a nephew, Medix, out in the galaxy somewhere, but he had not seen the young bot for quite some time.

Humans, he had learned, had strong familial bonds where possible. Ratchet wasn’t sure that he had the cultural understanding to help with whatever was troubling you; however, perhaps just the simple act of listening would alleviate your troubles.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He asked.

You swallowed your fears, wondering exactly where you should start. Although you knew that Ratchet would not judge you for whatever you might say, your irrational mind reminded you of your previous rejection, injecting you with fear that it would happen again.

“I…” You began, closing your eyes against tears that threatened to spill. “My family don’t want anything to do with me.”

“Why?” Ratchet demanded, offended on your behalf. You were wonderful, positive, intelligent, and caring. What cause could they possibly have for abandoning you?

There was a time that Ratchet believed that Miko was estranged from her family, but it turned out that they simply wanted what was best for her, and they thought the answer to that lay in America. All the same, sometimes the girl would take the ground-bridge to Japan, so she could watch her parents through the windows of their familial home; it was the only time that she was ever sombre.

Ratchet instantly knew from your tone that this wasn’t the same.

“Don’t worry about this, Ratchet,” You told him, courage abandoning you when faced with telling him of your troubles.

One stern look from Ratchet told you that this issue wasn’t going to be dropped. You loved that he cared for you enough to ask about this, yet you also hated it. There was a time that you felt that you could tell your family anything, and it had cost you everything; you would be remiss to make the same mistake again.

However, pinned by Ratchet’s penetrating gaze, you felt obliged to continue with your story, explaining what had happened.

“Three years ago today, my family stopped talking to me… I just get sad around this time when I think of it.”

“(Y/N), please tell me what happened between you and your family.”

You wiped your eyes with the back of your arm, your voice cracking when you next spoke, “They don’t want me because I’m gay.”

Gay? Ratchet searched his memory banks for a brief conversation he’d had with Jack. Gay was the term humans used for attraction to the same gender. He remembered that humans had this primitive idea, usually based on perversions of religious texts, that attraction to the same gender was shameful, disgusting, or dangerous.

Anger flared inside Ratchet’s processor. Both as a medical professional, and your friend, he wanted nothing more than to give your family the telling off that they deserved. However, as good as that would make him feel, this wasn’t about him, nor would it help the situation.

“There is nothing wrong with being gay,” Ratchet said resolutely, showing support in his unwavering stubbornness. “And your family are foolish for thinking so. I hope one day they get their heads out of their afts long enough to see what a wonderful person you have grown to be, and when that day comes, they had better beg your forgiveness.”

Although those weren’t traditional words of comfort that Ratchet was offering you, you knew that he was doing his best.

“Thanks, Ratchet,” You murmured. “I hope so too.”

“Well…” He hummed, clearly unsure of where to go from here. “Would you like to help me with my research?”

You smiled sadly, “If it’s all the same to you, do you mind if I have a little alone time today?”

“Of course,” Ratchet nodded. He was about to leave when he thought of one more thing that had to be said. “Cybertronians know little of family matters. That being said, the other Autobots and I are honoured to have you as a part of ours.”

“Thank you, I needed that.”

Ratchet gave a sympathetic smile, leaving you in the archive room and vowing to check on you again before you left.

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utterlyinevitable · 3 years

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If you don't mind, could we please get a follow up fic of your previous one where Ethan finds out that MC used to be a porn star? 🙏

Thank you! 🙏

Sure! It's going to be a little different than what you're probably expecting because Ethan broke up with Tabitha via text at the end of the last hc.

While it's in my head, here we go.... (thanks @jerzwriter for the idea!)

OPH Boys Date a Former Pornstar

Ethan

[Part 1]

Ethan Ramsey did not take the revelation well.

Tabitha did try to call and text to ask what he truly meant by “I’m sorry”. She knew he’d be weird about it which is why she never told him - why he never tells anybody. She had a feeling what his last message was but it’s just nice to have clarification.

When she hadn’t heard from him two days later she was resigned to accept her intuition as reality.

Ethan blocked and deleted her number and removed every trace of her from his life like she was an infestation to be taken care of.

Bryce

It didn’t take long for Bryce to figure it out. Tabitha was elusive and didn’t talk about her work life that much. In his early-30s work was pretty much ALL he had to talk about.

Bryce didn’t figure it out on his own. One of his Stanford buddies brought it up at their yearly get together.

At this point things have been going good between him and Tabi the last three months and he showed his good friend a picture of them.

His friend spat his drink, grabbed Bryce’s phone and zoomed uncomfortably in on her face and low cut neckline.

“Dude…” he said with disbelief. “Do you know who this is?”

“My girlfriend Tabitha. Stop being weird.”

His buddy broke out into a sinister laughter “That’s Tabbi Lee. Bro, your girls in porn.”

Bryce’s eyes widened.

That explains so much.

The nature of their conversations. How she’s always skirting around talk of the past and what she does. How fucking amazing the sex is.

He confronts her - well, casually brings it up in the most charming Bryce of ways.

“Does it bother you?” she asks, near-empty drink in hand and imploring him.

Bryce takes a second before responding. His smile grows into a signature megawatt one. “No.”

Tabitha raises a brow, not really believing him.

He circles the bar table, placing a hand on her hip and asking, “It’s in the past, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nods, accompanied by a small smile.

Bryce places a chaste kiss to her lips.

And that’s that on that.

Rafael

They’ve been together almost five months when Tabitha finally tells him. She’s never met anyone quite like Raf and keeping this from him felt like too much of a lie.

So they’re at her expensive 18th floor condo overlooking the bay one afternoon he had off. Doing it in daylight before she could ruin the rest of their relationship seemed like the best bet. Tabitha has learned over the years how to do this.

“I need to confess something,” she broached the second he kissed her hello.

The look of worry on Raf’s face was evident and it crushed her heart. She didn’t want to let him go but it couldn’t go on like this any longer.

She told him everything. From how it started to how it ended and what she does now. Why she lives on the other side of the country.

The entire time Rafael sat and listened. His face the most impassive she’s ever seen.

“Okay... That’s a lot to take in,” he finally says.

“I know.”

He got up slightly dazed and walked towards the door. “I need some time to think this through.”

Tabitha tried to hide her sadness, “Of course.”

Rafael walked out and spent the rest of the day in kind of a haze. It was a BIG thing that she dropped. Tabitha’s a pornstar. So many men have seen and keep seeing her naked, and the connotations that come with what he’s done.... He doesn’t think it’ll fit in the community well.

As Raf always does when he’s muddled, he visits Vovo.

He doesn’t tell her exactly what’s going on, just that he’s having relationship problems.

Vovo gives him some very sage advice about not letting the past dictate the future.

And so Rafael calls her the next morning.

Tabitha’s so relieved she almost says those three words.

Tobias

He recognized her that evening. After meeting and drinking and grabbing a bite and sending her off in a cab Tobias got home and realized why she seemed so familiar. He cockily smiled to himself as he finished his nightcap and sent her a cheeky text.

One text turned into another and couple calls and a few more dates. And then finally... a sleepover.

Tobias has been looking forward to this since the moment they locked eyes across the room all those nights ago.

It went better than he could have dreamed.

They continued to see one another. Casually and not so casually.

It’s fun for now but he doesn’t see her being forever. Definitely not worth the risk to bring her to any high profile work events.

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a/n: hope this made sense and wasn’t a total disappointment!

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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“Sharky” *Part 11*

Oh yeah, this series is going to be THE longest series to date. I’ve still got a decent amount of plot I want to get through.

Note: Yes, this is “Undiscovered Country” territory. But let me assure you, the ONLY things that this story will have in common with that episode is what Barba actually did, and the verdict. How we get there, that’s gonna be a very different and VERY bumpy ride.

And away we go!

Chapter List Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 12

Tag List:

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@gibbs274

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@aprildecker-blog

@chasingeverybreakingwave

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You walked into the small courtroom made for hearings/pleas, your head held high. It wasn’t very full, some of the yahoo’s from the SVU, the kid’s parents you assumed, some reporters who had heard about the “Fallen ADA”. Vultures.

“Your honor my client would like to change his plea,” You walked right up to the judge’s stand without so much as looking over at the State’s side.

“Excuse me?” The judge asked, looking at Rafael who was standing behind you at the desk. “Is this true, Mr. Barba?”

“Yes your honor, I’d also like to change counsel to Miss Y/L/N here,” Barba nodded.

“Objection your honor,” Stone argued, walking up to the judge’s stand.

“Oh what grounds?” The judge raised an eyebrow.

“Miss Y/L/N and Mr. Barba have been in a relationship, it’s a conflict of interest,” He snarked.

“Your honor, I can assure you 100% that Mr. Barba and I have NEVER been in a ‘relationship’ of any kind, even Detective Benson can attest to that, can’t you?” You glanced back to her.

“It’s true your honor, they’ve never been in a relationship,” Olivia agreed while ignoring Stone’s glare.

“We had ONE very unfortunate sexual experience, if anything we hate each other your honor,” You added with a smirk. You could just feel the glare coming from Rafael into the back of your neck.

“Well, if that’s true then why are you choosing to represent him?” The judge asked suspiciously.

“Because it’s the right thing to do, your honor,” You said earnestly. “I may be an aggressive bitch, but I’m not a monster. Mr. Barba didn’t do anything wrong and--”

“HE KILLED MY SON!!!!”

“Oh shut up, you Pro Life Piss Ant!” You spun around and yelled at the father.

“Mr. Barba, control your counsel,” The judge warned.

“Right,” Barba came up next to you and pulled your arm leading you to the desk.

“As I was saying,” You huffed, throwing daggers with your eyes at the disrupter. “Mr. Barba did nothing wrong and--”

“Actually Miss Y/L/N,” The judge interrupted you.

“Can I not finish a sentence?!” You muttered to yourself, Barba nudged you to shut up.

“As far as whether or not he did anything ‘wrong’ is for a jury to decide,”

“Exactly, your honor,” You nodded. “With a TRIAL, which my client would like,”

“He can’t do that! He already admitted to killing my son. He can't take it back!!!” The man was yelling again.

“Sir, I have zero qualms of sitting overnight in a jail cell for beating the absolute SHIT out of you,” You snapped, causing several people to gasp and chatter, the judge banged his gavel.

“MISS Y/L/N, I will hold you in contempt!”

“He started it!!!”

“Yeah and it looks like I finished it,” You heard him chuckle. You started to make a break for it over to him to make good on your promise, but Barba grabbed you by the waist.

“Alright I’m ending this madness before it gets out of hand,” The judge sighed. “Court will convene next Friday at 9 am,” He slammed his gavel and the man’s wife quickly hurried the man out of the room before you could duke it out.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Barba hissed at you.

“Me? That prick called you a murderer, Raf--Barba,” You tried to keep it business, no emotion, Keep calm. That was going to be hard with Olivia stomping up to the two of you.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” She barked.

“I’m sorry, did you not HEAR that bastard--?” You started a quip but were cut off by the detective.

“He’s the VICTIM!!!” It took a few seconds for it to register, but Olivia quickly realized what she said, looking at a shock and hurt Rafael. “I mean, he’s--”

“...And then the sky opened up and God said ‘Blessed be, Y/N,” You grinned, causing both of them to look at you in confusion.

“Now what are you on about?” Olivia asked, afraid of the answer.

“Well Olivia, for the VERY first time, I can say-- you’re not just my enemy anymore, you’re Rafael’s enemy too,” You smirked, using his first name to really rub it in.

“What? No, I’m not--”

“Really?” You scoffed with a laugh. “Would you like to repeat what you just said? Because I’m sure he is right now, over and over,” You nodded to Rafael who was still standing there with a hurt expression.

“Rafa you know I didn’t mean it like--” She went to put a hand on his shoulder but he moved back from her.

“Yeah, Liv,” He chuckled snidely. “I think you did,”

“And,” You added as you stepped in between them, protecting Rafael from her. “Regardless of your ‘feelings’,” You used air quotes with a sarcastic tone. “Your department is handling this case, is it not?

“....Maybe…” Olivia mumbled, looking over at Stone who was clearly waiting on her.

“Right,” You nodded. “So please, believe me when I say this” You got up in her face. “If you so much as even explain pleasantries with my client, I’ll have you arrested for trying to tamper with my case,”

“I...You...Rafa…?” Oliva stammered.

“Just...go, Olivia. Please,” Barba muttered sadly.

“Okay...I’m so sorry,” Olivia whispered with tears in her eyes as she walked away. You held back the urge to vomit in your mouth right there. You turned to give Barba a triumphant smile, but his pained expression almost looked worse than it had.

“Oh what now, droopy dog?” You crossed your arms.

“Thanks a lot,” He scoffed.

“You know you’re saying the right thing but not in the right tone,” You raised an eyebrow. “You should be thanking me for sticking up for you!”

“Sticking up for me?” He chuckled dryly. “By making an ass out of yourself? How do you think that makes me look?!”

“Oh come on Barba there were no jurors there--”

“But there were reporters! And what’s it gonna look like when the headline reads ‘Baby Killer’s Lawyer Calls Grieving Father a ‘ProLife PissAnt,’?”

“It doesn’t matter what I say, people don't have to like me, they have to like you!” You argued.

“Bullshit!” He scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. “Bullshit and you KNOW that!”

“Look I am the ONLY one here who knows you did nothing wrong--”

“Maybe I did!” He blurted rather loudly, then hushed his tone. “Maybe I did do something wrong,”

“Oh, uh uh, nope,” You wagged a finger and took him by the arm, into a corner of the courthouse.

“Look, Ba--Rafael,” You put both of your hands on his face and used his first name in a softer tone. “It doesn’t matter what Liv thinks, or what her labradoodle Stone thinks, it CERTAINLY doesn’t matter what that dad thinks,” You looked into his green eyes. “They can all think you’re the devil, and it wouldn’t matter. But the SECOND you start questioning your own innocence, this whole thing is going to fall apart,”

“Which is why I just wanted to take a punishment,” He looked down at the floor.

“Punish--for WHAT?!” You exclaimed with a confused look. “For unplugging a machine? Barba if that was illegal we’d ALL be in prison right now,”

“Look I know you may not care about human life but--” Rafael started but you cut him off.

“Uh uh. Nope. We’re not getting into this, but that ‘thing’?” You rolled your eyes. “That ‘thing’ was not a human being. And I’m gonna prove it,”

“How are you--”

“Spoilers, darling,” You smirked.

“Look...whatever ‘technicality’ you’re planning on using in court doesn’t make me feel any less guilty, okay? And you just took away the very LITTLE comforting support I have, so just--”

“Comforting support?!” You laughed sarcastically. “Oh right, because Olivia Benson calling you a murderer must have been SO comforting,”

“Look, Y/N. She’s still my friend. She would hold me and hug me and tell me it was okay, even if she did have a momentary lapse,”

“Oh that is SUCH--” You scoffed angrily. You grabbed his hand and stormed off towards the other end of the courthouse with him lagging behind you.

“What the hell?” He muttered, trying to keep up with you. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Well I am not about to do this with all those reporters just waiting for a juicy story,” You rolled your eyes as you spotted your destination. A sign read RESTROOMS-- It was a long dark corridor to the actual restrooms, and first up was a huge “room” labelled “FAMILY BATHROOM.”

“Get in,” You instructed him as you gave him a shove. You looked around to make sure no one had followed you and no one had seen you as you locked the door and turned to see a very confused Rafael.

Finally, when you were absolutely sure that you were safe from any sort of prying eyes, you dropped your act. Tears stung your eyes as you practically jumped into Rafael’s arms and kissed him, HARD. Caught off guard he stumbled for a moment, but then wrapped his arms around you so tight you could barely breathe; but you didn’t care. This was the first time you had kissed him, or any guy really, with actual feelings behind it. Real, true, deep feelings for each other. And it was blissful, just for that brief moment.

After several moments of you just standing there in his arms and crying into his shoulders, you pulled back and hit him on the chest.

“How could you be so STUPID?!”

“I’m sorry, what is happening here Mrs. Hyde?” Rafael asked.

“How could you let that bitch manipulate you to do her dirty work?”

“Wha--” Rafael’s eyes darted from you to the door to the distance, trying to figure out what was going on. “I’m sorry, were you trying to comfort me or punish me?”

“I don’t want you to go to prison for something someone ELSE should have done!” You started crying again. Rafael’s eyes softened as he realized your rage was masking your fear and sadness.

“Carino, I…” He put a hand to your face. “I’m sorry,”

“You don’t have to be sorry about it, that’s my point,” You rolled your eyes with a sniffle.

“I mean, I’m sorry for everything else,” He looked into your eyes with sincerity. “I mean, I can’t believe after everything I’ve done to you, or that we’ve done to each other, that you still came down here and want to fight for me!”

“Yeah well….” You looked at the floor with a small smile. “I guess I do have a heart,”

“And it’s mine,” He took your face by the chin to look back up at him.

“Excuse me?” You half laughed.

“Say it,” He smiled.

“Ok fine I lo---no, you know what? No,” You shook your head.

“No?”

“No, I think I have told you how I felt MORE than enough since we’ve known each other, you haven’t said anything!” You threw your hands up.

“Wha-- I saved you from suffocating in that alleyway!” He argued. “I broke up with Liv for you, I-I-I BEGGED you to stay with me! On my KNEES,” He scoffed with a laugh. “You ever hear the phrase ‘actions speak louder than words?”

“Yeah no that saying is bullshit,” you shook your head.. “Words are louder than words. And if I’m going to hear those words for the first time I want to hear them from you,”

“Wait…” he blinked. “For the first time? EVER?”

“Oh God...here we go,” You scoffed, breaking from his embrace.

“Here we go, what?”

“I can just see the look in your eyes,”

“And what look is that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Like you’ve just solved a riddle,” You shook your head with a small sad smile. “Like now you’re thinking ‘oh THAT’S why she is the way she is! Because nobody loved her as a kid!’,”

“No that’s not--”

“It totally is! You’re probably so relieved that’s there an actual reason that I’m so broken inside, that I wasn’t just BORN evil,”

“Hey,” This time he took your head in his hands. “You are not evil and you are NOT broken,”

“Yeah, I am,” You muttered softly as you looked at the floor again.

“Well then I will make it my mission to put you back together, Sharky,” He moved your face back up and kissed you gently. Your soul lit up at the sound of your previously resentful nickname. Now it sounded like the highest compliment coming out of his mouth so playfully.

“Yeah well first I have to fix this,” You gestured back towards the courthouse.

“Well, I’m sorry about that too,” He apologized sadly.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Rafael! You didn’t--”

“Look, baby I get that you don’t think so, and maybe technically it’s true, but I still feel guilty,” He shrugged.

“I just…” You sighed and pulled him back into your body. “I don’t want to watch you hurt like this,”

Rafael had no idea what to say to that kind expression, so he just pulled back into him and kissed your forehead. You let him hold you for just a moment, and then started to unlock the door. But something inside made you pause, and you let go of the door handle to face Rafael.

“...What is it, Sharky?”

“Look, Rafa,” You told him seriously. “We need to establish boundaries, right here and now,”

“Boundaries?” He asked.

“Distinction,” you clarified. “This girl,” You gestured to yourself. “This girl right here in this bathroom, is ‘Sharky’,”

“Which is why I just said that,” He joked.

“Yeah but,” You put a hand on his chest. “When we walk out of here, I’ll be just the shark defending you,”

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning,” You took a deep breath. “You’re not going to like what I do in court, I already know that,”

“Y/N come on don’t lie for me--”

“I’m not going to lie,” You assured him. “But I am going to be aggressive with facts, and probably mock all emotion involved in it,”

“...I already don’t like this,” He had a worried look on his face.

“Yeah, baby I know but…” You took his hands in yours. “Do you want to be NICE, or do you want to go HOME, and not to prison?”

“Home, I suppose,” He mumbled sadly.

“Exactly,” you kissed his cheek. “Look the parents brought this on themselves, if they can’t deal with the shame that’s not on me, or you,”

“What? Y/N you’re not going to go after the--” He tried to argue with you, but you put a finger to his lips.

“No, I’M not going to do anything,” You reminded him. “But the shark will do anything to keep you from going to prison,” You pulled him into one last passionate kiss, knowing it would have to last you for a bit. You unlocked the door and turned to him one last time and added:

“By any means necessary,” Before sauntering out the door.

This trial should be fun….

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Hey love may I please have a sexy Rafael Barba x reader form the winter/hoilday list number 12 "so you're going to dress up as santa" go hard on the sexy ;)

Undercover Mishaps

A/N: This is...not at all what you asked for, and I’m sorry! This somehow just turned into really tender, kinda angsty with a happy ending smut? I’m not sure what happened here! If you want to send in another Rafi request, I understand lol

Tags: rape mention, smut, little bit of cockwarming, mostly just very tender p in v sex

Words: 2k+

Taglist: @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @thatesqcrush @itsjustmyfantasyroom @stardust-fray @permanentlydizzy @averyhotchner @mrsrafaelbarba

You stood outside your boyfriend’s office, taking a deep breath. You were going undercover tonight, and you wanted to tell Rafael in person, because you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about it. He never was. While he was supportive of, and understood your job with SVU, he hated when you were intentionally put in harm’s way. And tonight, you—as well as Amaro—would be bait. Exhaling, you knocked, waiting for him to call out to you before entering his office.

Rafael looked up at you, smiling. “Cariño,” he greeted, before he saw the look on your face, his smile fading. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Nothing’s wrong, Rafi. I’m just stopping by to let you know I’m going undercover tonight, so don’t expect me home for dinner.” There was no point beating around the bush; he’d see right through you anyways.

His eyes narrowed and he stood from his desk, coming over to you. “Undercover? Doing what? Which case?” You could hear the worry in his voice, though he tried to mask it.

You fidgeted nervously. “The, uh, BX9 case? I’ll be—”

“Wait, wait,” Rafael said, cutting you off. You could see the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to put two and two together. “You mean the same BX9 case where gang members are violently attacking volunteer Santa Claus’? The ones that are raping the victims with lead pipes? That case? So, what, you’re going to dress up as Santa? Be fucking bait?” His voice got louder with each word he said until he was almost yelling.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. But you weren’t going to back down; this was your job. “Yes, I’ll be a Santa…as will Amaro. Don’t worry, Rafi, we’ll have people watching us—”

“Don’t worry?? How the hell can you expect me to not worry?! You’re going to be bait for one of the most vicious gangs in Manhattan!” Rafael ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “They realize that Santa is a guy, right? And you’re a woman—”

“Rafael, I’m doing my job, whether you like it or not,” you snapped back. “Besides, the department doesn’t have a suit that would fit Carisi, and I’m not about to repeat what Fin said when asked. So, I volunteered.”

He glared at you, his eyes taking in your set jaw, your straight back and shoulders, head held high and eyes clear. “At least tell me who’s watching you.”

“I got Rollins and Carisi; Liv and Fin are with Amaro.”

Rafael groaned. “You get the fucking new kid?”

You put your hands on his shoulders, locking your eyes with his green ones, clouded with concern and worry. “Rafi, I’ll be fine. I promise, okay? Rollins and Carisi’s got me…. I gotta go. I’ll text you as soon as it’s done.” You gave him another reassuring smile, and he pulled you into a tight hug, giving you a desperate kiss, unwilling to let you go.

“Stay safe, please…come home to me,” he murmured against your lips.

“Of course,” you whispered back before pulling away, heading out the door.

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You walked the freezing, deserted streets of Manhattan, the fat-suit hanging uncomfortably around you and the fake beard itched your face. When you had come out of the locker room in the department, dressed as Santa, it was hysterical; Rollins and Carisi had been quick to take pictures of you and Amaro next to each other. You were virtually unrecognizable, looking like any other Rent-A-Santa, indistinguishable from Amaro except maybe your height. But after walking the streets for the past two hours, you were done with the whole op.

“Liv is saying to give it one more hour,” Rollins’ voice said in your ear through the earpiece.

You grunted, knowing they’d hear you in the mic. “Fine.” You heard the footsteps moments before you saw the group of three men running at you, weapons in hand. They were yelling something in Spanish, and you vaguely heard Carisi call to move in. You threw your arms in front of you, saying in a deep, fake-male voice, “now hang on, I don’t want any trouble—"

One of the men swung a metal bat at your stomach, and you couldn’t move fast enough to dodge it. Thankfully, the fat-suit absorbed the brunt of the hit; the wind was knocked out of your lungs, though, and you bent forward. You didn’t see which one swung at you the second time, nor what hit you; you just felt the impact in your side. You grunted as you went down, the cold, hard sidewalk instantly freezing you as you slumped against it.

“Freeze, NYPD!” Carisi’s voice shouted over the commotion. Him and the other officers bolted after the three men, who dropped their weapons, the metal clattering, and took off.

Rollins knelt by you, a hand on your shoulder as she looked you over. “[Y/N], are you okay?” she asked.

You groaned, holding your side. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just a bruise.” You struggled to your knees, trying to push yourself to standing. The bite from the cement was already seeping through the clothes and into your skin.

“Woah, woah, take it easy. That was a heavy hit,” Rollins said. You ignored her, your legs wobbling slightly as you got them underneath you.

“Get this stupid thing off me,” you ordered through gritted teeth, unable to reach the clasp behind you for the fat-suit.

Rollins quickly unclipped it, sliding it gently off you. She helped raise your shirt, lightly prodding the spot you were hit in. You sucked in a breath in pain, tears in your eyes.

“Is it bad?” you asked.

“It’s already bruising; I’m taking you to the hospital,” she replied.

You nodded, resigning to your fate. Suddenly, Carisi’s voice came on over the earpiece. “We got all three on the gang members. [Y/N] okay?”

“Fine; I’m taking her to the hospital. Can you get a ride back to the precinct? Let Liv know?” Rollins explained, wrapping an arm around your uninjured side and guiding you back towards the squad car.

“No problem; go,” he said.

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Rafael was sitting in his home office, trying to focus on work. But his mind kept going back to you, wondering if you were alright. He often caught himself staring out the window, wondering where you were, debating if he should text Rollins—he knew you couldn’t answer while undercover—just to make sure everything was okay. Soon enough, he gave up work altogether, going to the kitchen to pour himself a lowball glass of scotch, to help settle his nerves. You’d been undercover before and you’d been just fine. But he had a bad feeling about tonight.

When his phone rang, your ID flashing across his screen, he nearly dropped it in his rush to answer. “Hermosa, everything okay?” he answered, unable to keep the worry out of his voice.

“Fine, Rafi; just wanted to give you an update,” you replied, keeping your voice light. But he could tell instantly that something was wrong; there was a strain in your voice that wasn’t there before.

“What happened?” Rafael asked, his stomach dropping.

You let out a huff which could have been laughter, but just sounded like pain. “I was hit with a baseball bat; nothing bad, don’t worry,” you rushed to say. “Rollins took me to get checked out by the hospital, but I’ll be home soon.”

His heart fluttered in his chest. “I’ll be right there; Mercy Hospital?” He made his way towards the door, grabbing his winter jacket from the coat rack.

“No Rafi, don’t. By the time you get here, I’ll be on my way home, anyways,” you chuckled before it turned into a hiss of pain. “It’s just a bruise; I’m fine. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

Rafael sighed heavily, rehanging his jacket and pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Fine. Just…get here soon…please.”

“I will. I promise. I love you, Raf,” you said, smiling into the phone.

“I love you, too.”

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Sure enough, you were walking through Rafael’s front door 20 minutes later, a deep bruise in your left side, but otherwise unharmed. He was instantly off the couch, hurrying over to you. Rafael put his hands on your shoulders, holding you at arm’s length, eyes scanning your face before he brought you against his chest in a tight hug. You hissed in pain, and he instantly released you, though he kept his hands on your shoulders, unable to keep from touching at least some part of you.

“I’m sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Where were you hit? Show me,” Rafael demanded, his words rushed, like he didn’t know where to start.

You gave him a tired smile. “I’m fine, baby. Just a little sore.” You turned your side towards him, lifting your shirt to expose the deep black, blue, and purple bruise overtaking your left side.

“Oh hermosa…” he mumbled, his fingertips ghosting over your skin lightly. You winced when he touched the spot where the bat had connected with you.

“It looks worse than it is, but there’s no internal bleeding, no broken bones or torn muscles. Just a—a flesh wound,” you replied. Rafael examined you for a moment more before he finally tore his eyes away from your injury, his eyes trailing up to your face. He looked so…worried still, so sad and devasted that you were hurt. Unable to stand that look in those normally bright green eyes, you embraced him, nuzzling your head against his chest. Gently, much more gently than normal, Rafael wrapped his arms around your torso, careful not to touch your left side. His hands went to your back, rubbing comforting circles into your shoulder blades.

“I’m okay, Rafi. I’m safe,” you whispered into his chest, tugging him impossibly closer.

“And I’m so thankful you are,” he muttered back, kissing the top of your head.

You leaned back enough to look up at him. You looked into his eyes, then to his lips before you moved to kiss him, your hands threading into his short hair. He kissed you back, needy, desperate, putting all his affection for you into the kiss. You could feel his worry, his nervousness, and you kissed him harder, trying to make those feelings fade away, until there was nothing left but the two of you, your love for each other stronger than anything else.

You pulled out of his grip, taking his hand, and leading him to his bedroom. By some unspoken agreement, you both started undressing yourselves. Once in your bra and panties, you gave him a look. “Help?” you asked. Like with the fat-suit, you couldn’t reach behind your back without your side barking in pain.

Rafael’s eyes softened as he moved to you, unhooking your bra for you. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked despite his darkened eyes, his already half-hard length.

“Yes, Raf…I need you. Tonight, I just need to feel you…everywhere.”

He helped you our of your panties, then kissed you slowly, passionately. You walked backwards with him until your legs hit the bed, then sat. He stood, stroking himself lazily to full hardness, while you pulled yourself up the bed until your head was on the pillows. Once ready, you beckoned to him and he climbed on top of you, his lips trailing over every bit of skin he could reach. He propped himself on one arm, careful not to put his full body weight on your injured side while he kissed you deeply, his other hand dipping between your thighs, stroking your slit slowly. You moaned against his mouth, your hands trailing over his sides as he slid two fingers into you, stretching you.

“I was…so worried…I knew something had happened,” Rafael murmured, pumping his fingers into you.

You rocked your hips against his hand, wincing as the movement stretched your side painfully. “I’m okay, Rafi. I’m here, I’m safe now,” you whispered back, kissing his cheek. He pulled his fingers from you, lining himself up. He slowly pushed into you until he filled you completely, then stopped, waiting, watching your face. He stroked your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face.

“But what if you weren’t?”

Your heart strained with how vulnerable he sounded in this moment. You clutched at him tighter, resting your forehead against his, looking deep into his eyes. “Don’t worry about ‘what ifs,’ Raf. I’m here, and nothing’s gonna change that.” You tightened your pelvic muscles, clenching around his cock, and he let out a groan. “You can feel me, right? Don’t we fit together perfectly? Just focus on feeling me right now.”

Rafael nodded, kissing your forehead. “I feel you…I feel all of you…I just hate when you’re undercover. I hate not knowing if your coming home, or if you’re lying in the street somewhere, bleeding out.”

“I know baby, I know,” you scratched his back lightly. “But that’s the job sometimes. I don’t try to get hurt. You know I try and come home to you every night.”

He sighed. “I know. Of course, I know. Just…don’t make this”—his fingertips lightly graze over your side, and you sucked in a breath—“a habit.”

“I don’t plan on it,” you smiled at him. And finally, finally, he returned it, the worry and concern disappearing from his eyes as he kissed you deeply. Then, he moved, his thrusts slow, deep, careful. You held him close to you, your lips never leaving each other’s except to whisper how much you loved each other. He reminded you over and over again how much he cared about you, and you let him know that you were home with him, safe with him there. When you eventually came, it was with his name on your lips, his fingers intertwined with yours, and your heart full of love. Rafael came soon after you, his forehead pressed against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek.

He rolled off you, laying on his back next to you. You tucked into his side, and he wrapped an arm around you. He sat up enough to look at your bruise once more before laying back with a huff.

“Next time, you get Liv watching your back. Not fucking Fordham.” He muttered. You laughed, cuddling closer to him.

#rafael barba x reader #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfic #fanfic #my writing #I'm so sorry idk what happened #feel free to send in dom!raf requests #I'll do better next time XD #itsjustmyfantasyroom

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acourtesanofedgewater · 3 years

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Open Heart 3 Ch. 8 SPOILERS for Bryce/Raf/Jackie Stans

I know I'm one day late. Blame PB for releasing the scripts so late. Why they even did that? Idk. It's not like this chapter is good.

Oh, here we are again. Honestly guys? I'm pissed off lmao. And you will be too when you're done reading this. But enough talking, let's begin. Beware, spoilers below the cut

Let's start with Bryce

•He DOES make an appearance this chapter AND has a diamond scene. Should we celebrate? Nah. It seems the only options with characters who-are-not-Ethan in this book are not having appearances at all or having mediocre little plots when they do appear. He makes his cameo at the begging. He's in the lobby with a friend of his, who's sick and wants Bryce to operate on him but Bryce seems reluctant to do so because it's a dangerous surgery. Does it have anything to do with his failed surgery? We won't find out, because instead of his premium scene being about... idk, having a coffee while he tells us about the consequences of his mistakes (not only at work, but also mentally), it is about... visiting a Escape Room with him and his friend? Um, ok. Should I mention that Bryce's pal call MC his 'friend' twice? Yep, PB still refuses to acknowledge MC's relationship with Bryce, even though they've been together for two years and shared a tender moment when MC was about to die. When I was reading the scene, I was like "uuugh, let me guess? we get this corny funny scene and near the ending Bryce and MC find a hideout to make out". Turns out I was wrong lmao. I expect nothing and I'm still let down. They just share a little kiss I front of Bryce's friend when they are leaving the Escape Room. It is mentioned they all are gonna have dinner after this, but we don't get to see that because that would mean PB has to actually write interesting dialogue and develop Bryce and that's sacrilege.

Ok, Jackie's turn.

•She doesn't show up in this chapter. She's not even mentioned. Silly us, Jackie already had her crumbs of development last chapter, there's no need to give her more screentime this chapter lmao. Not when that screentime can be used developing Ethan.

And lastly, Raf.

•He turns up too, but it's a situation similar to Bryce's. He's rehabilitating a little boy who's sad because he will miss his birthday, so enter the bonus scene where MC has the idea of recruiting Sienna too and organizing a surprise party for the kid in the Pediatric Ward. It's actually a cute scene, and spending time with Sienna is always good, but that's the problem. The scene is about the little boy, zero Raf development or plot, and I even feel he wasn't even needed here. We know Sienna visits the PW every once in a while so they could've made her be the one who came to us with the little kid situation and everything would have turned out to be the same, except for some dialogues. Then, near the end, Raf and MC share some flirting words and a little kiss, but everything is in front of the kids, so it's over pretty quick.

And... that's it for our LIs. It sucks, but it's not the worst thing abour this chapter. I'm gonna leave some spoilers of the general plot here below so you can be as angry as me.

•MC confronts Ethan about the trial thing. You can choose to go soft on him or be outraged and point out he's a piece of shit. I recommend the second option. Anyway, if you end up agreeing with him about his decision, he says something like: "I knew you'd understand me, you care about these patients as much as I do" which, for me, given the fact he's older than MC and their boss (and being a victim of grooming myself by someone older than me and that was kinda in a position of power above me too) IS FUCKING GROOMING. If you had any doubts the lead of this book is a creep.

•Yadda yadda, we get Bryce and Raf's mediocre scenes, and back to the main plot, MC and Tobias have to diagnose a patient together. The patient is the most annoying character on this series, only below Ethan. Seriously, she's worse than that Nigel guy from Book 1 who called Bryce "Ken doll". Tobias is kinda shady with her (but... light and funny shady. He's never mean or anything) and we're supposed to be like "ugh, Tobias is the worst" but the patient is annoying so yeah, I loved Tobias' actitude.

•There were lots of Tobias moments this chapter, and he's honestly really nice. I hope we can keep him in Edenbrook. We could even kick Ethan's ass out in order to raise his salary❤.

•Ok, and now the cherry on top of a shitty chapter. Do y'all remember how we were afraid PB was gonna make Harper MC's rival? It seemed like they had dropped that plot and we were safe... but it turns out they haven't. Harper finds out our patient has cheated their way into the trial and while Tobias and MC are bonding in the DT' office, she comes in furious as hell, and starts blaming the MC and insulting them, assuming they're the one who did the trial thing. Harper' screams are so loud that Ramsey, who was in the hall, listens and comes in running. Harper explains what "MC" did and we have three options: blame Ethan, insist we're not guilty but not blame Ethan, and ignore the accusations. Either way, Harper keeps on with the accusations (she's even more enraged if you blame Ethan)

•Ethan lets her mop the floor with MC a bit more before stopping her and admitting he's the one who cheated. Harper is shocked and Ramsey HAS THE AUDACITY of angrily leave the office. He really thinks he's the one who should be outraged in this situation. He's the most childish character PB has ever created. (Props to Tobias for being the only decent character in this situation, asking Harper to calm down because she couldn't know for sure it MC was to blame in this situation).

•MC runs after him. And sure, irl I'd run after him too, but to confront him and complain about all the mess his shitty behavior has caused (or, how we say in my country, putearlo. I wanna clarify to my fellow Latinoamericans, "putear" has a different meaning in Ecuador than in the rest of Latam lmao for us is similar to "mandar a la verga" JAJSJAJAJSK). But no, MC fucking goes to see if he's alright. And cue to the most ridiculous scene in this series:

•Okay, I know we all made fun of the BDSM outfits when the assets came out, and yeah, they're cringey af, but I was curious to see how the story would develop towards these outfits. Everyone guessed they meant kinky time with out LIs. Wrong again. Ethan is so mad about... well, idk why he's so mad, he's just facing the consequences of his actions, but anyway, he needs to release that frustration and that's when we're offered the kinky outfit. Yep, the kinky scene is Ethan-exclusive. It was so fucking easy to include the other LIs in this. Bryce could be frustrated because he's not the same after his failed surgery, Jackie because she has to lead the interns and Jade keeps screwing up, and Raf... well, he should be mad because PB tried to kill him and then decided not to but kept sidelining him and can't even give him a decent storyline could be frustrated because it's exhausting to try to help the patients when they make little progress and become disappointed. PB just was lazy and didn't care.

•Don't ask me about the BDSM scene, nothing in this world will make me read a sex scene with Ethan. I kept scrolling until I was sure that abomination was over. Although I caught the word "safe word" somewhere there so... yeah.

•The next day after that heated discussion, MC enters the DT' office. Harper doesn't even offer an apology for treating MC like shit, she acts like nothing happened. MC notices there's this peace in the air and there's no whining, so they ask where's Ethan

•Turns out, Harper reported MC to their superiors when she thought it was them who messed up the trial and now Ethan had to turn himself in and is meeting with the board. Then, she blatantly admits that if she knew Ethan was the one who did it, she would have talked to him first. She says she regrets telling the board, although, as she doesn't offer MC an apology, it seems she only regrets getting Ethan in trouble, not her awful attitude. Tobias is named the new leader of the DT, and that's the only highlight in this mess of a chapter.

I have more thoughts about everything, but I'll post them tomorrow, when they can reach more people. And I'll catch up with this shitt book just so I can join the mob law tomorrow lmao. See you then.

#playchoices #choices #choices stories you play #open heart #open heart 3 #open heart third year #oh 3 #choices oh #bryce lahela #jackie varma #rafael aveiro

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ethanramseyyy · 3 years

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OPEN HEART: THIRD YEAR CHAPTER 1 thoughts and opinions

Wow. Wow. Wow. What a start to the new book. I am so excited with the start of the third book. One because I missed my husband and two because Open Heart is just my favourite thing ever. One thing though @playchoices where’s our baby Naveen?

Obviously the chapter opened up with explaining the changes to the hospital which by the way are INSANE. As much as I love the new and mordenised look, a part of me does miss the classic Edenbrook Hospital we have seen in the past 2 books. I really hope we get a fourth book and I know that the third book has only just started but when Elijah was talking about what was going to happen after their last year of residency, it really made me want to experience the rest of MCs career and obviously the more time we have with Ethan (Or whoever you are romancing) the better. I also like how ALL of the LIs were incorporated into this chapter and it wasn’t entirely Ethan based, because I know that annoyed a lot of people during book 2. RAF. I am so unbelievably happy that they kept Raf in the book, I mean they kind of had to but that’s besides the point. I am so happy for the Raf stans. YOU GOT YOUR MANS BACK.

I picked Ethan to tell me more info because I need to spend as much time with him as possible since I have to wait an entire week to see him again. BITCH when he took our hand I nearly choked. It is so so so strange to see him actually make a public display of affection considering what we went through in the past 2 books to even get him to admit he was in love with us. And our friends reactions. I adore the fact that they are so happy for MC and Ethan. I don’t think I will be the only person to say this butttt.... Leland DEFINITELY has a hidden meaning for taking on Edenbrook. There is something dodgy about him and I am glad that Ethan has also noticed it. I have a feeling Leland Blooms storyline about the takeover of Edenbrook is far from being over.

When I saw the nurses desk it was so bitter sweet. For a second I expected Danny to pop up from behind his desk and say Hey. He did not deserve to die and I will NEVER be over it. But anyway I obviously had to play every single diamond scene given to us for the opening chapter and so I accepted the chance to spend some time with our friends and take a tour of the new and improved facilities. I have to admit the new hospital sounds amazing. Almost too good to be true if I am being honest. I LOVED the little playful scene between MC and Elijah. We can all appreciate the fact that Elijah needs to be protected at all costs. And then it got a bit awkward for me because we had to choose who to have a massage with and obviously I am romancing Ethan and he wasn’t an option so I picked Bryce because why the hell not. I obviously didn’t pick any romantic options with him but I do love Bryce just not like my main man Ethan. I appreciate that the other LIs aren’t being as sidelined as they were in the previous book. Even though I am romancing the main LI of the book, it still angered me that so many people missed out on any interaction with their chosen LI in book 2.

My poor baby Baz. When it showed how sad he was, I was ready to fight anyone who had made him feel that way. And then he dropped the bombshell at the end of the chapter that he was leaving PERMANENTLY. I WILL NEED 2-3 WORKING DAYS TO PROCESS THIS INFORMATION. If he actually leaves I will be heartbroken. I love his character but I am very interested to find out why he is leaving which I presume we will find out in the next chapter. DR HARPER EMERY IS DEAD MEAT IF SHE THINKS SHES GETTING ETHAN. Is it just me or was she flirting with our man the ENTIRE time. Little does she know we spent some quality time together in a certain on call room 😏. I swear if she try’s anything with him, I will not hold back. It’s such a strange route for PB to go down with trying to make MC jealous over Ethan and Harper. To be honest I’ve always loved Harper but she WILL NOT have Ethan. Leland taking away Ethan’s leadership privileges was not okay. I enjoy dating my boss husband thank you very much. I think it makes MC and Ethan’s relationship that much more scandalous if you ask me. I did enjoy the bit were everyone agreed with Ethan despite Leland clearly trying to undermine his power. Never going to happen Leland. Get over it.

Then came the diamond scene where MC, Jackie and Sienna went shopping for the cocktail mixer. I did like the fact that we got a small scene of us actually going shopping for the outfit rather than having to pay diamonds just for the outfits. As I said before I did every diamond option possible considering the fact it is the opening chapter and to be honest I would have done it regardless because MC looked BOMB in that dress.

What made purchasing the dress even better was the fact that all eyes were on MC when she walked into the party. I chose to talk to Elijah because I just love him and I couldn’t say no to him. This meant that I got to see Zaid. Now I am not sure if everyone got to see Zaid or it was different depending on who you chose to speak to but I loved seeing him. I feel like we saw Zaid all the time in the first book and then he kinda just disappeared during the course of the second book so I am glad he made an appearance.

ETHAN GOD DAMN RAMSEY. Did you guys see that suit?!?! I almost choked to death he looked that good. And then that little cut scene!!! I think my family thought I was being murdered I screamed that loud.

OBSESSED.

And then we got the option for a ‘private, passionate end to the evening’ and lord knows I said yes. I know I keep saying this but I love that all 4 LIs were an option. The fact that scene was ONLY 18 diamonds. Bargain if you ask me. If any of you have watched Greys Anatomy it really reminded me of when Meredith and Derek had THAT scene at the prom. If you have watched it you know what I am talking about. Anyway, every single bit of that scene was perfect. When it gave us the option of him taking charge or MC, I was like BITCH we are in for a real fucking treat today.

After the absolute dream end to the evening spent with out man, we found out what was wrong with our patient because hello MC is the best damn doctor at Edenbrook. And you all know I picked the option that said ‘I am surprised that Emery didn’t figure it out’. Yes I know I am petty but Ethan and her are getting on TOO well considering they are exes so I have to claim what’s mine. Then Dr. Baz Mirani thought it was okay to announce that he was leaving the diagnostics team permanently. That better not mean he is leaving Edenbrook because I will put a stop to that straight away. Also, I need to know why because Baz is genuinely one of my faves and I really don’t want him to go.

I would LOVE to hear what everyone’s thoughts were on this chapter. Did you like it? Why do you think Baz is leaving? Do you think Leland has good intentions?

#choices #playchoices #open heart #ethan ramsey #openheart #ethanramseyyy #choicesoh #ethanramsey #dr ethan ramsey #ethanramseyxmc #openheart3 #open heart:third year #open heart 3

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lululawrence · 4 years

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soldier harry or alex fic recs?

hello!! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to thisI I’m finally here and ready to get them to you, though, so hopefully there’s some on here that you haven’t read yet and will enjoy!

As We Were, As We Are by @jaerie - (soldier alex/raf pilot louis) listen i love all of jenna’s fics, but this one is one i consider her most overlooked and underappreciated. it might be because it’s an alex fic, but truly it’s just SO stunningly and incredibly well done. i devoured it because it was so well researched and written in such a way i felt like i had fallen into their time. as it is alex/louis, it is wwii and they meet in a convalescent home as they are both trying to deal with ptsd as well as physical ailments. it’s such a touching story and one that i want to scream from the rooftops for everyone in any way interested to read!

The End by @harryanthus - (soldier harry/selectively mute louis) this fic was written for the @finelineficfest and is based on golden, and i was just SO intrigued by this fic from beginning to end. i will warn that it isn’t really a happy fic... it definitely made me sad to read it, but it really does have such an undercurrent of hope running through the entire thing, and i do think that’s the point of it. it’s the first fic i’ve ever read by this author, who has since become a friend of mine, so again i suggest you read it because the world that is created in the fic is so visceral, it draws you in.

High Heels, Red Dress by @jaerie - (soldier harry, soldier louis) this is another wwii fic and again is based off of reading jenna had been doing about just how queer wwii was lol for real, though, the emotions and fear and period realistic homophobia and war makes it so that everything that is happening feels so much more and like everything has high stakes. in a way it did. anyway, this fic is one that the emotions and the feel of it made it so that it stuck with me so long after reading it and i STILL think about the characters sometimes.

We’re What’s Right In This World by @briannamarguerite - (soldier harry, blind louis) GAAAAHHHHHHHH bri is one of those where every single fic she writes is a fucking masterpiece and this fic just might be my very favorite of all of them. i’ll have to think on that some more, but WOW. this is a wwii fic as well, as harry and louis are childhood friends to lovers, but then the war happens. it’s from louis’ pov and there is SUCH angst and fear and feelings and i’m pretty sure i cried for at least half of this fic. it is just so real and true to emotions and the time period and i just. i cannot recommend it highly enough.

You Smiled by @taggiecb - (soldier and prison guard harry/pow louis) this fic is just so utterly unique, i cannot even explain. it’s wonderful and i love it so very much. the author is so great and sets so many (if not all??) of her fics in canada, and this is no different. it takes place in nova scotia and it’s the late 1700s and they’re battling the french. lines of course get blurred and things are complicated and the way it is all worked through is just so fascinating. i love it.

my heart is breathing (for this moment in time) by harrylouiz - (soldier harry/soldier louis) i feel like i’m cheating putting this fic on the list, but also the war scene was one that stuck with me so much that it was one of two i could remember when i lost the fic and spent ages searching to find it again, so i had to. lol it’s a reincarnation fic, kind of a seven times fic? lolll and one of those times that we see them not quite getting it right is during wwi. iirc that scene is actually quite short, but SO emotionally powerful, i just couldn’t leave it off, so if you haven’t read this oldie but a goodie, please do and let me know what you think haha

All That You Are by @asphodelknox - (soldier harry/soldier louis) this fic starts at the evacuation of dunkirk and goes from there, and the heart of it really comes out through the letters. it was written for the flicker fic fest and is based on Since We’re Alone and omGOSH the emotional flow of this fic is just overpoweringly beautiful. it follows their journeys from that first trip home and how things differ and change and how all they want, all they wish, is to be alone together. GAHHHHH i just LOVE it so much. such power and beauty. a gorgeous read.

okay these next two fics are... well i thought that they still counted as soldier harry fics, though they don’t really fit with the traditional thought of soldiers... if that makes sense. you’ll see. haha

Instincts by @marastarfar - (alpha harry/omega louis) okay so this is an a/b/o fic with pack dynamics and harry very much is a defender of his land. how he and louis first meet is because louis has unwittingly wandered onto harry’s land and he finds him there. from the beginning there’s this sense of danger and intrigue and the potential for starcrossed lovers. i LOVE this author’s writing and this is a WIP, but they don’t let me down and do update as they are able, and i love them for that. so yeah, not EXACTLY your traditional soldier harry, but still very much a sense of the soldier as he defends his pack and pack lands, etc.

After Dark, After Light by @becomeawendybird - (clan leader harry/soldier louis) I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUUUUUUCH it’s the highland clans scottish fic we all deserve. there’s a threat in scotland and they are wiping out clan by clan and harry’s clan is almost definitely going to be next, but they aren’t strong fighters. they are trained to become better, though, and they do fight and harry, as laird, does lead them and fight alongside them, so i very much consider it a warrior or soldier harry vibe and is thus why. i’m reccing it. that and i feel if you haven’t read this, you’re really missing out and should. lollll

in addition to all of these wonderful fics, there was also an entire alex/louis fic exchange and you can find that collection of fics here! the fic of @jaerie‘s that i recced first was from this exchange, but sadly is the only one i’ve read from it. i’ve heard from others that the fics were great, though, so definitely something to check out!

as i said above, i hope there’s something new that you haven’t read yet in here, and i hope you enjoy them! please don’t forget to leave kudos and a nice comment for the author’s to let them know you enjoyed their hard work!

#my fic rec #fic rec #alex fics #soldier harry fics #Anonymous #asks #mine

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adabofblessings · 4 years

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Halloween is coming! How about Children telling ghost stories with bots :D

Honestly i was planning on doing a fic but i never had the time to finish it....so we just gonna do this and I'll post the thing when I actually have a boost of serotonin of writing fics :)

So ghost stories. You could say that Miko had this all planned. And to be absolutely, 100%, yes. She did plan this since the moment October rolled around. She kept on updating Jack and Raf about what they should do. Nothing extravagant but still being up spoopy vibes, y'know?

Then Raf brings up an idea.

Ghost stories.

Didn't seem to bad, right? Go to a spooky place and maybe make a fire and get a good creepy ghost book and read them out. Although Miko was hoping for something more exciting, like a party, but she knows that Optimus doesn't party and she wants everyone to enjoy this spooky holiday. But she does come up with a plan that will make things more interesting.

Halloween comes around and the children are dressed up in their costumes. Jack is dressed as a Zombie with a ripped shirt and jeans and fake blood on his face and clothes. Raf ia dressed as a vampire, with the black billowing capes and fake teeth. Miko is a witch, a pointy hat adorning her head and a robe surrounding her thin frame.

When Miko comes to the base, she makes an exciting proposition for the Autobots to partake in!

"Lets go to Delaware!" Miko announces.

The medic is puzzled. Why? He asks and she just shrugs and says its a history thing. So without much thinking and actually considering that Miko cares about her homework history (somewhat, he knows that Miko is a fragging smart child for her own age)

What really confuses him that Miko wants everyone to come. Even Optimus. Jack and Raf doesn't know whats going on and they have a slight suspicion that they know what their friend is up to.

Eventually Bulkhead helps and encourage the others to come to Miko's chosen destination. Arcee and Ratchet are sus af, but Bumblebee, Raf and Jack are just watching shit go down at this point.

Soon enough Optimus is in the middle of this and he basically makes everyone to learn about "earth's wonderful histories and nature"

When Ratchet begrudgingly types in the coordinates, Miko is bouncing off the walls with excitement.

When they enter the groundbridge, they were expecting a nice forest. While it was a forest, there were old mossy and wooden houses around the area. The Sun was setting and heavy fogs were surrounding them

Optimus was about to scold Miko for bringing in them where people are habited here, but he slowly starts to see how the small village looked...abandoned and unused.

"Don't worry big guy! This is an abandoned witch village!"

"Witch Village?!" Jack and Raf screams out, their tones frantic.

"Yup!"

As the bots look closely, they see satanic symbols carved into the dead wood, all written in a darkish red color. Man-made altars as well. There are many of dead twigs and leaves in circles while broken pieces of pottery are scattered around the ground. Even bones.

They are in questioning. Why did Miko bring them here? Why?

"Alright! Bulkhead mind getting me firewood and light it up?"

Jack and Raf are protesting and pleading for Ratchet to open the groundbridge but Optimus insists on staying.

"It is abandoned," he soothes. "Nothing will come to harm you."

Oh these innocent aliens don't know what they're bringing themselves into...

When the fire is lit and everyone is in the circle, the wind is howling and the flames are flickering. Miko is between the two boys, who are glaring at her akin to terror and annoyance.

Then she smiles happily and starts.

"Y'know, i picked this out because its one of these villages that are still known to haunted."

"Haunted?" Optimus asks.

Miko explains that this village was speculated to be inhabited by witches who did rituals to bring the dead alive or get demons and wrote satanic symbols. Optimus and the rest of the bots cringe. He was Never the one to like rituals, especially in the form of what humans do.

From what Jack and Raf told him, it was practically a supernatural thing and many of the humans call it blasphemy. Many people in the Salem witch trials were killed in finding women and men using magic.

"Every year, about 30 people disappear from this very forest, never to be found," Miko says.

She continues with a story of how a person went in this forest, only to disappear and never been seen. Only years later when they found the body of the person, no limbs attached and the head cut off clean. Then more years pass and some children decided to play around the forest.

They soon find a hole and what they discover is a severed arm. This New discovery gets the attention of the local people and they soon find themselves looking for the rest of the deceased persons limbs.

What's crazy is that they did find the rest of the limbs...and their head dispersed in different areas. The sad part is that half of those searchers never left the forest. And their bodies never found.

"Some say that you can hear the screams of the lost people in the forest. You could also see smoke rise up at night. If you're quiet enough you could probably hear laughing in here..."

When she finished, everyone is silent.

While Optimus would consider it history, it was quite a horrifying history. Hes interested but hes also creeped out, as well as Bulkead, Arcee, Bumblebee, Ratchet and Jack and Raf.

Jack and Raf internally scream as she starts with another story.

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #optimus prime #miko nakadai #ratchet #bumblebee #jack darby #rafael esquivel #arcee #bulkhead #halloween #ghost stories #not really a ghost story but hey i tried #blessing answers

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drakewalkerfantasy · 3 years

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Countdown: Part 1 (Ethan x Diana, Beckett)

Summary: After an assassination attempt on Senator Ed, four people got trapped together to fight for their lives. Who will die and who will live? What was in the black canister and if this substance has a cure? Will it be possible for brilliant diagnostician to push his emotions aside to same the woman he loves with a help of the friend and one of the best surgeons Edenbrook ever had.

Words: 3520

Authors notes: A crossover of Open Heart and the Elementalists.

Ethan x OH mc (Diana)

Beckett

**Warnings: assassination attempt / pregnant woman trapped to fight for her life**

Diana's heart beat faster, while she watched the black aerosol canister, that was falling to the ground empty, hitting the tiled floor with a deafening thud. Everything around her was happening like in a slow motion. She raised her head looking through the glass window. Her hair bounced from the motion, and she swallowed hard, looking back at the empty canister lying forgotten on the floor. Her analytical mind tried to figure out what had just happened and what it could mean to her... to them.

It didn't seem good... Whatever was in that canister wasn’t good... and as more she thought about this the more she realised that whatever was in that black canister more likely was fatal. Her hand involuntarily moved to her stomach, and her heart painfully twisted when she looked up meeting Ethan’s gaze. He was standing on the other side of the window, his eyes wide with horror and she instantly knew that the same realisation hit him.

She could practically hear, how his mind was racing, analysing the situation, trying to understand how bad this could be. His eyes darting toward her hand cradling her still flat belly. The simple diamond ring, he gave her not more than a couple of weeks ago, adorned proudly her right hand. Her name left his dry lips just above the whisper.

It took him barely a second to process and analyse everything that was happening inside the room. The realisation of reality more terrifying, but he still took a step forward ready to come inside guided by his heart rather than his mind.

“Ethan, don't come in here,” shouted Diana, racing toward the door and holding it shut. Her wolfish grey eyes meeting his ocean blues through the window, while she shook her head letting him know that he cannot enter. She could see the look of confusion passing his eyes before his sharp mind could caught up taking over his throbbing heart.

“What's going on, Diana?” asked Ethan, looking at her through the transparent barrier between them. Somehow he already knew that whatever substance was released inside this room was nothing good. His heart twisted painfully looking at Diana's paling face, feeling helpless... feeling useless.

“Travis just tried to kill Senator Ed,” she explained, trying to keep calm. But the way her breath hitched slightly and her voice trembled, didn’t miss Ethan’s penetrating gaze, giving away everything what he needed to know. Hesitantly he pressed his hand to the window, silently offering the comfort and support she seeked for. Watching Diana put her's in return. “Ed got out, but we have no idea what was in there. Bobby took the full blast of it to the face, and Danny and Raf were both right there when it got deployed...”

“And you?” asked Ethan quietly. So quiet that she would miss it if her eyes wouldn’t be fixed on him.

“And I... I breathed some in,” confessed Diana, swallowing thickly while their foreheads pressed together separated only by the thin layer of glass. “Whatever it is, its clearly dangerous. We cannot risk it getting out into the rest of the hospital,” whispered Diana, her voice muffled and weak. Her eyes trained now on the buttons of his shirt not daring to meet his ocean blue eyes. Feeling like she would fall apart, if she would look into his eyes again... not knowing if she will ever see him again.

Her bottom lip quivered from barely restrained tears. Her right hand balling into the fist and her long manicured nails dug painfully into her palm leaving bleeding cuts. Their eyes glistening with unshed tears, while realisation slowly settled on them. But as doctors they knew that they had responsibilities and they needed to come to terms with it for the sake of those whose lives they vowed to save... for the sake of those who still could be saved.

And if whatever was in this canister was as dangerous as they suspected it have been, it was their responsibility to keep everyone who was compromised by the substance locked inside this room. Including the woman, Ethan spent so much time trying to resist. The woman, who carried his unborn child. The woman who supposed to be his wife and spend the rest of their lives together, loving each other. But now everything seemed to be lost... and their future seemed to be doomed.

Throwing the sad thoughts out of his head, Ethan tried to catch Diana's eye, but to no avail. His hands clenched into fists, leaning against the window separating them. His eyes are the softest shade of blue sky, but the determination in them was almost frightening, adding silver sparks of steel.

“Yes, you are right,” he said, trying to push his emotions aside. His voice coming out more strained than intended, and no matter how hard he tried to hide them, the notes of fear still laced through it. “We have to stop it from spreading.”

They both looked around the room, standing on the opposite sides of the window. And the scene that was unfolding in front of their eyes was frightening.

They could see how Danny lurched to the side, vomiting hard. Could see how Travis’s body collapsed to the floor, shuddering violently. And they could see how Bobby's stopped moving entirely.

Diana felt how her heart twisted painfully, when she backed away from the window. Her eyes met Ethan's who already was fumbling with his phone, getting it out from his coat with shaking fingers. Her emotions washing over her, almost too much to handle, but she forcefully stopped them. The teeth dug in her bottom lip painfully to stop the tears and the tender skin broke under the force, leaving a little dots of blood behind. The knowledge that the patients and her unsuspecting colleagues needed her to be strong... that Ethan needed her to stay strong filled her with determination she needed and she went deeper into the room as if nothing else mattered apart of the safety of everyone else outside of that room... of everyone who weren't trapped in there.

For a moment she closed her eyes, taking a couple of deep breaths. Her mind involunterily going to her best friend remembering the technique he once taught her. The memory too painful to hold back tears. And her teeth dug even deeper into her lower lip cutting through the soft delicate skin. It took everything in her to try and suppress the soft sob from escaping her throat, when she heard his voice ringing clearly in her head.

“Zeroing in, push everything out of your mind, concentrate on something that is important and dear to you. What will hold you in a moment. Will calm you.”

His voice calming her, steadying her breathes. Her eyes are closed, and she easily followed the steps, pushing everything out except of what was important and dear to her. Beckett's voice inside her head flowed effortlessly, bringing her to the happiest moments of her childhood. The freckled face of the boy next door appeared in front of her eyes. The one who encouraged her and supported even through every stupid mistake she made. Who was there for her every time she fall down only to help her to get up. Who never told her “I told you so” even when she more likely deserved it. And the one who was there for her when her heart was broken over and over by the man she loved.

The man she loved... Diana whispered, her voice just barely audible. Her eyes flew open looking back at the window, watching Ethan already on the phone giving orders. His strides abrupt, his hand racking nervously through his thick hair, and his shoulders sunk as if heavy weight of the world was placed on them.

Her mind focusing on him, remembering and holding onto memories that they made together. Memories that were priceless to her, memories that she would never want to forget, no matter how painful or happy they were. Her eyes closing, taking a steadying breathe.

The first memory is the first night they spend together... just the two of them in the hotel’s shower, when their eyes met for the first time. The wolfish grey meeting ocean blues. Their fingers intertwined, their souls connecting, and her name leaving his lips like a prayer, joined by his just a second later with a moan.

Another memory rolled over her and another meeting only five years later in a hospital’s hall marked the day when they reappeared suddenly in each other lives. The day when they got drawn once again into the whirlpool of feelings they once felt and never were able to forget no matter how hard they tried to drown them away...

The first code blue... Donahue’s... Baseball game... The coffee house... The supply closet and her panick attack... Dolores... All of that was the beginning of something new... something that was leading them to the final step Miami, to the moment when their lives would be divided forever on before and after the way they would never expect it to happen...

The child of surprise... their little bean that was conceived the first night in Miami when they finally stopped resisting... stopped fighting... and when they finally were ready to turn the page in their lives and move forward not afraid anymore and more than willing to take the leap... the day she found out she was pregnant was the scariest day in her life, but the day she dumped the news on Ethan became the most happiest. And she was sure that nothing ever could top that... how wrong she was...

A couple of weeks later New Year's Eve came and here, just before the first bells rang and the first burst of fireworks lit up the night sky, under the whirling snowflakes, he proposed. The promise of forever and more... the happiest memory that should be her happily ever after with the man she loved... with the man who loved her.

The tears flowed freely, but surprisingly these memories calmed her and cleared her head, making her see what needed to be done.

Slowly she opened her eyes, wiping out her tears and backed deeper into the room.

After finishing the initial isolation of the room, Diana quickly sat next to Danny who was laying slumped against the wall breathing heavily. His pulse so weak and slow that she found it hard to find at first. But when she moved to Bobby's unmoving body, she couldn't find one at all.

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Ending the phone call Ethan went back toward the window and stood in front of Diana, waiting for her. When she met him there, her lips spread in a soft but tired smile. The beads of sweat on her forehead and a slight shiver that ran through her did not escape his keen eyes.

“The C.D.C. are on the way. You’ll be fine Diana,” whispered he, pressing his forehead to the cold glass as if trying to get as close to her as possible. His eyes lowering onto her stomach. His hand moving toward it as if wanting to place it on top of her flat tummy, wanting to make a promise he shouldn’t have been making. “You’ll both be fine.” he said, giving Diana a comforting reassuring look hoping to see the small flicker of hope that would sparkle in Diana’s eyes. The hope that would guide her through this until they would figure out how to save them. But the spark of hope never came as she looked deep in his eyes, knowing him far too well to miss the terror in them.

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Meantime, unsuspecting Beckett was performing the one of the most rare and risky surgeries. The surgery, only two people in Edenbrook were qualified to do. His eyes trained on the woman in front of him, making an incision when he was distracted by the loud whispers coming from observation room. His brows furrowed immediately and he glanced over to see Ines, the third year diagnostician’s resident, talking with none other than Ethan Ramsey. It took him only a quick glance toward the older doctor to know that something had happened. The feeling of dread ran through him when their gaze met through the observation’s window, and when he noticed the look of devastation and sadness passing his eyes, he knew immidietly that something really bad have happened. As he seen this look once, but will never forget.

What could possibly happen that would make Ethan look like that... He wondered, the bad feeling creeped up his spine, when he looked at Ethan again. This was the same feeling he felt every time when something bad happened to Diana, his best friend... the girl who was like a sister to him.

“Dr. Delarosa... what’s happening out there?” he asked, trying to keep his hands and voice as steady as possible, raising his voice slightly to attract her attention from the conversation she had.

Ines reluctantly hit the button on the intercom, throwing a quick glance to the older attendant.

“There’s been an assassination attempt on Senator Ed,” she started hesitantly, it was clear to everyone who already heard what happened, that she wasn’t willing to be the one to bring the news to the young surgeon. As specially, not when he held someone’s life in his hands and when the life of his best friend was thretened. But after a moment of hesitation her voice rung again through the dinamic. “He’s okay... but apparently some staff were caught in the crossfire.”

“Diana...,” he breathed out. His eyes locked with Ethan’s in an intense gaze, watching him nod his head slightly confirming what he was already suspecting. And for the first time in Beckett’s career, his scalpel hand shaked. “Is she okay?” Beckett asked trying to keep his voice steady, his eyes holding Ethan’s gaze stoically, driving away even the slightest thought that she isn’t.

“Yes,” Ethan replied shortly, his voice hoarser then usually. “For now..”

“And...?”

“We don’t know...,” he cut Beckett off, knowing exactly what he wanted to ask. His fingers curling around the metal bar, squeezing it firmer, almost painfully, trying to punish himself for failing the woman he loved. His lips forming a thin line trying to push his feelings aside, but not succeeding in it. He felt how his throat tightened with emotions when he thought about how little time they were given together, thinking of how long and pointless he tried to resist her.

“Ethan...,” tried Beckett, watching how Ethan’s eyes became misty and his body started to shake almost falling apart in front of everyone. He felt how his own brain started to buzz, when he looked at the patient in front of him. The patient Diana insisted of taking because she believed in him... the patient those chest was already wide open.

“She will need you,” said Ethan finally able to put himself together, watching how conflicted emotions ran through young resident’s face. “She will want you there,” chocked he, while Beckett tried to steady his hand, cutting into patient’s ruined lung. A dark trickle of blood filled the cavity.

“Crap! Suction,” exclaimed Beckett, watching how his intern acted quickly before looking at him questioningly.

"Beckett ... are you okay down there?" Ines’s kind voice crackled through intercom, and he knew that it was pointless to deny what everyone already knew. The fact that he wasn’t okay clearly imprinted in his features, when he shook his head not trusting himself to speak. The usually rational voice inside his head now was silent, and he was so worried for Diana, that he was ready to run out of the operation room the second he knew that something was wrong.

“Yes... no... Dammit...,” finally said Beckett quietly cursing under his breath. His hand squeezed the scalpel firmer, trying to ignore the painful twist in his heart when he thought about Diana out there that probably was ighting for her own life, when he tried to safe someone else’s... failing her ones again. He could feel the guilt taking over him, but he could do nothing about that as nobody else in Edenbrook had any experience with this surgery except him and Dr. Tanaka. So no matter how much he wanted to be there for both Diana and Ethan, he couldn’t. And it was the hardest decision he ever made, and the one he probably will always regret of making.

“Do you want me to call Dr. Tanaka,” he heard the young resident to ask. He looked up, the conflict between the call of duty and his heart fighting each other. And for the first time in his life he didn't know what to do or how to respond to the simple question that was asked.

“It's his day off,” mumbled Beckett finally. His voice breaking slightly. “He can be anywhere... and I cannot just wait for him. If I will not keep going her body will go into shock. It can kill her, and...”

“Beckett...,” Ethan's voice interrupted him, the silent understanding passing between them. “I know you're desperate to see Diana, and she would want to see you. So please let us call him.”

After another moment of internal battle Beckett finally nod, giving his permission to call his superior colleague.

After the call was made and Ethan left the observation room he tried to focus on the woman's body in front of him. His hands were trembling slightly, but enough to be dangerous to the patient. The focus was slipping out of his reach. And the task that should be the easiest thing in the world now seemed the most difficult to do.

Usually he could just slip into the magical world where the scalpel in his hand and the patient in front of him were the only things that mattered, but today... today his mind was distracted. His thoughts stubbornly returning to Diana no matter how hard he tried to block them. And when it seemed that the battle was lost, he heard her soft voice inside his head. The voice that usually wasn't the one of reason, but the one who could calm him the best even when no one else could. He closed his eyes focusing on his best friend’s voice, feeling how the calm washed over him and his hand stoped trembling.

“Beckett, it will be okay. Just close your eyes, focus on nothing but the flow of air through your lungs... throught the nose... out through the mouth. Just focus on breathing... breathe in and hold... hold... breathe out...”

Her voice guided him softly till the operation room shrunk back down, leaving only him and his patient. Slowly he opened his eyes, feeling how his hands got steady again... feeling how he could breath again. He barely could hear Ines's voice, drown by the chatters that got louder. The panic from news spreading quickly through O.R., but Beckett not let it to distract him. Gritting his teeth, he hold on to Diana’s voice even harder, letting it guide him through the process like a guiding star in the sky.

Another forty five minutes passed. The ones that seemed like an hours. The ones that seemed to drag on and on without a breather, but hearing Diana’s voice inside his head helped. It grounded him, it kept him sane. Breath in... Breath out... cut... suction... remove... He worked through the process with ease as if this was nothing special, as if his mind wasn’t elsewhere. The air filling his lungs, his hands steadily working, feeling how the calm washed over him, not letting even a second of panic slip in and overwhelm him. By the time Dr. Tanaka entered the operation room, Beckett was already finished with removing the damaged lining with a tumour from the patient’s heart.

“Thank you for coming. I know this is your day off, and it was on such a short notice,” started Beckett, feeling how the relief washed over him at the sight of his older colleague.

"Dr. Harrington, Dr. Delarosa already told me everything. So if I can help you somehow it is the least I can do in this situation."

”But... thank you,” he forced, feeling how his throat squeezed with gratitude. “Let me just finish out this phase and then I will pass it over to you.”

Dr. Tanaka nodded watching as Beckett worked his way methodically around the heart, stitching the Gore-Tex together and anchoring it. And once again, these were the longest minutes in Beckett's life, while he felt around the heart, checking for gaps or tears in the fabric.

“She is okay,” breathed Beckett a sigh of relief, when he was finished. Still unable to believe that he was able to pull that off. He smiled under his mask, trying suppress the desire to roll his eyes when the voice inside his head rung louder.

I said you so. Diana's voice chirped. The way he knew Diana would say it with a cheerful glee in her voice. Because it was her... His best friend, who always believed in him. Who helped him believe in himself. The friend who never stopped believing in him. The friend who was fighting for her life, while he was saving another. The friend whom he failed ones again.

“Go. Be with your friend, I'll take it from here,” said Dr. Tanaka, as if knowing exactly what was going in his colleagues mind. Pulled from his thoughts Beckett nod in appreciation and without another word he was rushing toward the exit, peeling away his bloodied gown.

He was already on his way to the fifth floor, when he noticed Ethan leaning against the wall. His forehead pressed to his arm, and his chest heaving.

“Ethan,” Beckett called out, picking up the speed until he was almost running toward the man. “How is she?” he asked, startling the older attending from his thoughts. His face hardened and his posture straightened for just a millisecond, that it took him to recognise who it was in front of him. The moment he realised that it was Beckett his shoulders slumped and his features turned from the stoic mask to the one of the true anguish.

“She... She is holding...,” Ethan replied in a croaky voice. At first he even didn't realise that this hoarse, breaking, chocking sound belonged to him. Until he felt how his face muscles flexed with a great difficulty forming them. His eyes met Beckett's with a sigh half expecting to find a pity in them, but instead finding nothing but support and strength he needed.

He leaned against the wall feeling like he ran hundreds of miles alone, chasing the solution. His mind worked with doubled effort as a well build computer brushing aside one thought after another... one decision after another until none left. After all that’s left was a single thought... single fear that occupied him that they had lack of time. Immediately he felt how his body swayed slightly before he felt a steadying hand on his shoulder squeezing it reassuringly.

“She will be okay,” said Beckett. “We need to believe that she will be okay.”

“But...,” sighed Ethan.

“No buts,” Beckett said sternly cutting whatever Ethan wanted to say. “I'm not giving up on her and neither do you. Even if it will mean we will need to spend days in this hospital to figure out what it was in that canister and than the same amount of time finding a cure... We’ll do it. We have two brilliant minds this hospital ever seen and combining our efforts we will be able to find out what was in this thing and how to cure that. Di...,” he breathed, feeling how his voice shuddered, taking a steadying breath before speaking again. “Diana she is my best friend. She is my family. And I will do anything to make sure she will be okay. No matter how much time it takes.”

“Then... then let's do it,” Ethan said finally closing his eyes and taking several long, deep breaths to steady himself. Diana’s face floated in the dark of his mind, afraid but ready to fight as long as it takes. And for the first time he finally felt hope knowing that he isn’t alone in this. Knowing that Diana will fight, to make sure that the baby they are expecting will see the light. “I'll meet you outside Diana's room in twenty minutes.”

And with that Ethan turned around leaving Beckett alone. Knowing that with joint efforts of the best minds that this hospital have they will be able to make sure that the woman he loves more than anything will live or at least they will fight till the end together. And just like that the plan of actions was finally ready.

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Con Job

"Alright! Chores are done! Now can we do some dune-bashing?!" Miko pleaded Bulkhead from her position on his shoulder as he walked into the command centre.

"I don't know, Miko. Last time, I spent a week picking sand out of my articulators. But there's a monster-truck rally in town," Bulkhead offered, causing Miko to light up.

"What is it with you and monster-truck rallies?" Paige asked as she leaned into Optimus, resting on his shoulder.

"They're awesome!" Miko answered casually.

"Optimus! I'm receiving a signal from a restricted band! It appears to be coming from a starship within the solar system," Ratchet reported, "It's an Autobot identification beacon!"

"So there are other bots out there?" Jack surmised.

"The masses scattered to the galaxy after Cybertron finally went dark. But 'Cons have been known to fake traps with false beacons," Arcee pointed out. Paige looked down at the mention of Cybertron but she was hiding her sadness at the fact that she was most likely the last Galatrian in the world.

And it hurt. Optimus, almost as if he sensed her sadness, gently brushed the girl's back with his digit before he looked back at the screens.

"Unknown vessel, this is Autobot Outpost Omega One. Identify yourself."

After some static, they got the answer they were looking for. And it made Bulkhead happy.

"I've had warmer welcomes from Decepticon combat grenades!"

"Wheeljack?!" Bulkhead exclaimed excitedly as he ran forward, causing Miko to nearly fall off his shoulder, "You old 'Con crusher! What are you doing all the way out here?!"

"Bulkhead? That you? What's with all the security?"

"The rock we're on is crawling with 'Cons. How soon can you get here and even the odds?" Bulkhead asked.

"Sometime tomorrow...if I put metal to the pedal."

"Another bot's coming here! How cool is that?!" Miko gushed excitedly.

"Wheeljack... I know him by reputation only. Can you verify his voiceprint?" Optimus asked.

"He is 1000% the real deal, Optimus," Bulkhead nodded.

"Aw, y'all wouldn't forget about us so easily, would ya?" A mech's voice asked playfully. Arcee widened her optics in surprise, "Jazz?"

"Us?" Jack repeated curiously. "I'm here with Jazz and Wheeljack," Prowl chuckled.

"Don't leave us out, ya old mech," another voice said and Primrose widened her optics with joy and surprise.

"WhiteRain, Nightwalker!" She said excitedly. "Hiya Prim," the other femme said.

"Hey, Rosie," Nightwalker said excitedly.

"New bots! And they sound cool!" Paige said happily. Upon hearing that, Optimus and Ratchet softly glared at the girl.

"You're all cool too," Paige said quickly with a smile and the others chuckled. "Whatever you say, Sweetspark," Ratchet chuckled.

"Who's the little lady?" Jazz asked. "You'll see her soon," Ratchet chuckled.

"We will send landing coordinates, Wheeljack. Safe journey," Optimus bidded.

"See you soon, buddy. I'll make sure you get a proper welcome," Bulkhead promised before the transmission was terminated.

"So...who's the boyfriend?" Arcee asked casually.

"Me and Jacky go way back. We were part of the same warrior unit: The Wreckers. Which means the 'Cons are gonna wish he never found us," Bulkhead proclaimed.

"Oh boy," Primrose grimaced as she facepalmed dramatically, "And I thought we had enough male ego around here!"

"Try living with them for as long as I have," Arcee retorted with a smirk.

"I don't know how you survive," Primrose chuckled.

"Hey!" Bulkhead exclaimed in mock offence.

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"Wheeljack? You old 'Con Crusher! What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Bulkhead? That you? What's will all the security?"

"The rock we're on is crawling with 'Cons. How soon can you get here and even the odds?"

"A war hero, hmmm?" Ember pondered aloud.

"We haven't much time. Makeshift!" Starscream called out.

Makeshift approached the three Decepticons. As soon as Makeshift was close enough, Soundwave stuck out his clawed tentacle and stabbed Makeshift. Within moments, Makeshift wasn't himself anymore.

"Let us give the Autobots a proper welcome," Ember said with a soft yet dark chuckle.

◊◊◊◊

"Wheeljack's ship is approaching the landing zone," Arcee reported happily.

"You think he's here to visit?" Raf asked.

"Maybe he'll stay! Hm, has to find his own human, though," Miko mused, "How about Paige?"

"No!" Bulkhead, Primrose and Arcee protested and Bumblebee glanced at Optimus who's shoulders tensed up with protectiveness upon hearing Miko.

"GroundBridge cycling up," Ratchet reported proudly, before sparks flew from the controls, causing him to grumble as he whacked it with his fist, "Blasted Scraplets! The equipment hasn't been the same since the infestation." "What are they like?" Paige asked, looking to Primrose, "the new bots, I mean."

"Jazz and Prowl are complete opposites of each other," Primrose chuckled, "Jazz is a bit of a musical delight while Prowl is a little by-the-book. WhiteRain is sassy and creative although her personality says different and Nightwalker's just a cowboy- rowdy and rambunctious."

"Him, Cliff and I would get into all kinds of mischief," Arcee chuckled. Paige smiled softly and she leaned into Arcee's neck cables.

"So Wheeljack's gonna land halfway around the world?" Jack began, "and then you'll just bridge him and the others here?"

"We can't risk revealing the location of our base. Just in case the Decepticons are tracking Wheeljack's ship," Optimus explained the reasoning behind this action.

"Someone wanna calm Bulkhead's pacing?" Primrose asked as she gestured to the pacing Bulkhead.

"Allow me," Miko smirked before approaching the railing, "Dude! I've never seen you so stoked!"

"You're gonna love Wheeljack! We were like brothers! And tonight, we're gonna party!" Bulkhead proclaimed.

"Sweet!" Miko cheered. The alarms went off.

"Bogies! Closing fast on Wheeljack's position!" Arcee reported.

"'Con scum!" Bulkhead exclaimed in anger.

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Wheeljack's ship, the Jackhammer, flew through the air, being tailed by five Decepticons who shot at the Autobot ship.

The Jackhammer dodged every shot except one. A blaster shot hit the engine and the ship made a huge dent in the desert as it crashed and skidded for a few feet.

The Vehicons landed and transformed into their bipedal forms. One of them took a step forward only to be met with a blaster to the chestplates and it fell to the ground.

WhiteRain, Nightwalker, Jazz, Prowl and Wheeljack stepped out of the smoke. Nightwalker's blaster was out and smoking.

"You trying to ruin our day, you're gonna have to try harder than that," Wheeljack said before he activated his battle mask and the five Autobots charged at the Vehicons, drawing their weapons.

◊◊◊◊

Echo watched the scene on the screen, her wings twitching slightly. Ember turned to Soundwave, "swiftly now. Before the other Autobots arrive."

Soundwave only nodded in response.

◊◊◊◊

"Open the bridge, Ratchet! We're missing all the action!" Bulkhead pointed out.

"I'll prepare sick bay," Ratchet decided as he activated the bridge.

"Who for? The 'Cons? This is Wheeljack we're talking about!" Bulkhead scoffed in disbelief before running into the portal with Arcee and Bumblebee following him.

"Why do I get the feeling that something bad is about to happen?" Primrose suddenly asked.

"Prim, you worry way too much," Firestorm teased her affectionately.

"I can't help it, Fire. It runs in the family!" Primrose defended as she jerked her helm in Optimus' direction.

"I heard that," Optimus called out from the other side of the room.

"You were meant to!" Primrose called back. "It's strange that Bulkhead only talks of Wheeljack and not of the other bots," Paige said, tilting her head slightly.

"Well Bulkhead and Wheeljack have known each other since the War began," Ratchet said, "trust me, imagine how their reunion will look."

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When Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee arrived at the scene, they were expecting a fight. They were expecting to be attacked by the Decepticons. So they had their blasters ready to go. However, there was no need. Surrounding them were dismantled Decepticon warriors. Bulkhead could only stand and watch in pure amazement as Wheeljack ran his blade through the remaining Decepticon and he fell to the ground.

"I taught him that," Bulkhead chuckled proudly.

"Ever think we might need a hand here?" Nightwalker asked as he sheathed his blades and he and the others approached the three Autobots.

"What? And spoil the show?" Bulkhead scoffed.

"You missed one," Arcee said, placing her servo on her hip. WhiteRain unlocked her blaster and shot the remaining Vehicon right in the faceplates, taking care of it quickly.

"If this is all you got, then this planet is in much bigger trouble than I thought," Wheeljack remarked. Bulkhead widened his optics before he hurried up to the other two Wreckers and picked them up into a hug, laughing with joy.

Nightwalker chuckled as he and Arcee clapped servos together and patted each other's backs.

Jazz smiled as he rubbed Bumblebee's helm and Prowl chuckled. Arcee grinned as she watched the two Wreckers.

"Haha, watch the finish, you old wrecking ball," WhiteRain chuckled.

◊◊◊◊

The ground bridge opened and the Autobots ran into the base. Ratchet jumped slightly when the controls sparked and so did the ground bridge.

"Jacky, Rain, come here. Meet my other best buddy, Miko. She can wreck with the best of us," Bulkhead boasted.

"Hiya," Miko greeted.

"You keeping Bulkhead out of trouble?" WhiteRain asked as she leaned in closer.

"I try. But trouble finds us anyway," Miko answered. "More like you find trouble," Primrose chuckled as she hugged Nightwalker and WhiteRain.

"We're gonna get along just fine," Wheeljack chuckled and he walked up to Optimus, "Optimus Prime. It's a privilege."

"Likewise, soldier," Optimus said, "What have you to report from your long journey?"

"Been bouncing from rock to rock searching for signs of friend or foe. Now I find both," Wheeljack shrugged casually.

"We are few but strong. We have suffered losses. But we have grown. And we would relish welcoming a new member into our fold," Optimus said.

"I would be honored," Wheeljack smiled.

"Then let's get this party started!" Bulkhead cheered as he slapped Wheeljack's back and they bumped chests.

"Oh joy," Ratchet said sarcastically with a frown. Jazz looked around before he saw Paige hiding behind Arcee's pede.

Jazz smiled softly and he bent down on one knee and held his servo out. "C'mon out, Lil Lady. I won't hurt ya."

Paige looked up at Arcee who gave a reassuring nod and the girl walked over to Jazz before she climbed into his servo.

"You're a Galatrian," Prowl said, blinking in surprise, "I've heard of you but I didn't think there'd be one on Earth of all places." "She's so cute and tiny," WhiteRain said with a giggle.

Paige blushed and she waved her fist at the other femme, "I'm not tiny!" "Fiesty little thing," Nightwalker snickered.

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"The moment Makeshift passed through their GroundBridge, we lost their signal," Starscream announced, "the Autobot base is no doubt heavilly shielded to prevent us from locating it. No matter. I have complete faith in Makeshift," Starscream reassured himself as he and Soundwave walked into a prison cell with Wheeljack- the real one- hanging from energy-suspended shackles.

"Our inside man is already inside," Starscream said. Wheeljack looked at the two Decepticons with narrowed optics, "tell Megatron he's fragged in the helm if he thinks Bulkhead won't sniff out an imposter."

"Haven't you heard? Someone else leads the Decepticons now," Starscream said, a hint of bitterness in his tone.

"You? Ha!" Wheeljack scoffed with laughter. Starscream growled and raised his claws to strike the Autobot only for Soundwave to grab him by the wrist.

"Yes," Starscream hissed and he yanked his servo away, "yes he may be yet of use," he looked back at Wheeljack, "Makeshift is very good at keeping up appearances. He need only fool your friends long enough to open their ground bridge from within so that I may finally learn the location of the Autobot base and send in my strike team to stain its floor with the spilled energon of Optimus Prime."

◊◊◊◊

Loud electric guitar music filled the atrium as Miko played for the group, dancing a bit as she did. Paige and Raf sat nearby listening.

"Come on, Wheeljack! Show me what you got!" Bulkhead challenged as he caught the metal ball and threw it back, "Nice lob!"

"So...what's that about?" Jack asked.

"It's called lobbing. A favourite pass-time on Cybertron. Especially among the warrior class," Arcee clarified.

"Come on, Raf! Show us some moves!" Miko encouraged as the familiar beats filled the room.

"Oh, alright...," Raf sighed as he stood up...and did the robot.

"Of course. The robot," Jack laughed. Paige laughed as Bumblebee copied Raf.

"Oh the irony," Nightwalker laughed before he decided to join the two.

Paige watched Miko play her guitar and she walked away. "Hey Paige, can you sing something for us?" Miko asked, a smug grin on her face, "I'm sure Wheeljack would love to hear your voice for the first time."

Paige felt her cheeks warm up as everyone looked at her, even Ratchet. "U-um," Paige said and she glared at Miko, "you are so dead."

Miko stuck her tongue out at her. Paige sighed before she placed her phone on the amp and plugged it in.

"Said there's nothing that we can't do when we're dancing," Paige sang, "I can feel the music more when I'm with you. With your hands on me, I feel my heartbeat racing. Now."

"Had to let go of everything that I know," She continued, swinging her hips a little, "before, -ore, -ore. One, two, three, yeah, come with me. We can work it differently. One, two, three, and dance with me tonight! And maybe all our dreams are coming true. And, baby, I can feel you feel it too. So just let me move you. One, two, three, yeah, come with me. We can work it differently! Said one, two, three, and dance with me tonight. And maybe all our dreams are coming true and, baby, I can feel you feel it too. So just let me move you! Let me move you!"

"Yeah, little faster, little slower, it don't matter. 'Cause I never knew myself this good till now. And I hope you know this change in me forever. Forever," she did a little twirl, "had to let go of everything that I know. Before, -ore, -ore! One, two, three, yeah, come with me. We can work it differently. One, two, three, and dance with me tonight! And maybe all our dreams are coming true. And, baby, I can feel you feel it too. So just let me move you. One, two, three, yeah, come with me. We can work it differently! Said one, two, three, and dance with me tonight. And maybe all our dreams are coming true and, baby, I can feel you feel it too. So just let me move you! One, two, three, yeah, come with me. We can work it differently! Said one, two, three, and dance with me tonight. And maybe all our dreams are coming true and, baby, I can feel you feel it too. So just let me move you! Let me move you!"

She wasn't even aware Ratchet was staring at her with astonishment and the sudden applause startled her. She smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck as her cheeks turned red.

"You weren't kidding. She has an amazing voice," Jazz said, his visor glowing with delight. "I agree," Prowl chuckled.

Paige blushed more and squeaked in surprise when Ratchet scooped her up into his servo. Jack smiled and shook his head with amusement. "Where's Optimus?" He asked Arcee, suddenly noticing the absence of the Prime.

"Went for a drive. Primes don't party," Arcee answered with a smirk. "But I'll be sure to show him this when he gets back," WhiteRain said with a grin.

"Comin' at ya!" Bulkhead warned as he threw the lob ball...that Wheeljack missed and it smashed into the GroundBridge controls.

"You know, I am attempting to perform sensitive calibrations here!" Ratchet snapped, "and you almost hurt Paige!"

"Sorry, Doc. Guess we're a little charged up," Wheeljack apologized as he picked up the ball and he gently patted Paige's head with a digit, "sorry, Kit. You built this bridge from scratch, huh?"

"I did," Ratchet nodded.

"That's quite a feat of engineering," Wheeljack complimented.

"Yes. It is," Ratchet agreed.

"Something wrong with it?" Wheeljack asked casually.

"I didn't care for the way it sounded after that last jump. I put it in shutdown," Ratchet answered.

"What if you need to use it?" Wheeljack wanted to know.

"Oh, I can't disrupt the defrag process without causing irreparable damage," Ratchet shook his head.

"So...how long will the defrag take?" Wheeljack questioned, his expression darkening.

"A few hours...if we're lucky. Maybe longer," Ratchet shrugged. Paige watched Wheeljack, frowning. Something was off about the Wrecker and his aurora only fed her suspicions.

After a while, the party ended and switched to that of Bulkhead and Wheeljack telling everyone, minus Ratchet, their stories of the war.

"So there we were. No communication. Low on Energon. Surrounded by 'Cons. So what does Wheeljack do?" Bulkhead asked teasingly, noticing the excitement on the faces of Jack, Paige, Miko and Raf, "Tell them, Jackie."

"What I do best," Wheeljack said.

"He chucks his only grenade smack in the primary heat exchanger!" Bulkhead revealed.

"Seemed like a good idea at the time!" Wheeljack defended his actions with a good-natured laugh.

"The joint went SUPERNOVA!" Bulkhead recalled, spreading his servos to prove his point.

"Awesome!" Miko gasped excitedly.

"Yeah. I'm still picking shrapnel out of my backside!" Bulkhead said as he rubbed at his backside in demonstration.

"I'm not surprised given the size of your backside," Arcee smirked and Nightwalker and Bumblebee snickered.

"There it is. Jackie's signature. One grenade. One shot," Bulkhead finished the story before noticing the expression on Wheeljack's face, "Hey. You alright?"

"What?" Wheeljack stuttered.

"You don't seem like yourself," Bulkhead observed.

"What do you mean?" Wheeljack demanded.

"I don't know. You seem...quiet," Bulkhead said. "I've been stuck in a can too long. I should go topside before things go stir crazy," Wheeljack shrugged.

"I have patrol in the morning. You can come with," Bulkhead offered.

"Let's go now," Wheeljack suggested as he immediately stood up, causing Paige's suspicions over the guy's strange behavior to rise.

"And break up the party?" Bulkhead protested, "Come on! The gang's loving you! You've gotta tell them about the Battle of Dark Mount Pass!"

"You tell them. You're better at it. How about if Miko here shows me the rest of your base?" Wheeljack offered.

"Yeah. Sure, Jacky. Go ahead," Bulkhead agreed hesitantly.

"Tour starts now," Miko declared as she and Wheeljack disappeared into the hallways, "Do you play any instruments? Can you fly? Have you thrashed more Decepticons than Bulkhead?"

"Typical Miko," Primrose couldn't help but mutter, before noticing Bulkhead's forlorn expression, "Hey. You alright, Bulk?"

"Yeah. Just out of sorts I guess, Prim," Bulkhead muttered. "Don't tell me you're jealous," Arcee teased with a slight smirk amongst the concern in her optics.

"That Miko's making a new friend?! Come on! Something...something's just not right about Wheeljack," Bulkhead said.

"Bulkhead, really?" Arcee sighed, thinking that Bulkhead was just overreacting, "He's travelled for galaxies. You haven't seen him in centuries. He could just be rocket lagged or...well, bots do change, you know?"

"Not Jacky," Bulkhead protested. Firestorm and WhiteRain looked at each other.

◊◊◊◊

Inside his prison, Wheeljack strugged against the confindments. His grunts of determination and occasional frustration were heard by the Decepticon guarding him. It annoyed the Vehicon to wit's end. Eventually, he had enough. He walked up to Wheeljack with his blaster unfolded from his arm and held it to his face.

"You're not going anywhere, Autobot," he proclaimed.

That was when Wheeljack took his only chance. He wrapped his legs around the Decepticon's neck. Immediately, the Decepticon struggled against his tight grip and started shooting laser blasts from his blaster.

"Blah blah blah," Wheeljack grumbled as he guided the Decepticon's target with his legs.

Within moments, Wheeljack managed to make the Decepticon shoot the control panel that kept the restraints that were restricting him active. With the control panel destroyed, Wheeljack was able to free himself. He fell to the ground when the sparks died and the cuffs shattered.

◊◊◊◊

"So, that's pretty much it. Energon stock pile, powerboard generator, armory; everything you need to blow the joint sky high," Miko remarked as she wrapped up her tour with Wheeljack.

"Where's this bunker located exactly?" Wheeljack wanted to know curiously.

"If I told ya, I'd have to rip out your spark chamber," Miko answered dangerously before a happy smile appeared, "Kidding! Just outside Jasper, Nevada! Though I don't expect that to mean too much to ya!"

"Can't say it does," Wheeljack lied, "So, any way out of here besides bridging?"

"Why? You're not planning to leave already, are you?" Miko asked nervously, "Come on. I'll show ya."

◊◊◊◊

"Almost there," Ratchet proclaimed as he continued working the damaged GroundBridge controls.

"Look. I know Wheeljack better than anyone," Bulkhead boasted.

"Hey," Wheeljack said as he walked into the room with Miko, "What are you guys talking about?"

"I was just telling the guys about you and me...at the Battle of Dark Mount Pass," Bulkhead answered casually.

"That's a heck of a story," Wheeljack remarked.

"Yeah. Tell it," Bulkhead requested with narrowed optics.

"Talk, talk, talk. How about after we go off-roading?" Miko suggested.

"Miko, stay out of this," Bulkhead warned. "Bulkhead, easy," WhiteRain soothed.

"I'm not sure I-," Wheeljack began to protest.

"Tell it!" Bulkhead persisted.

"Fine. If you wanna live in the past, Bulkhead," Wheeljack shrugged casually, "The Wreckers were trapped between a Decepticon patrol and a smelting pit. The 'Cons were vicious. Raining down on us with everything they had. Me and Bulkhead engaged the enemy. Left them for scrap. Then I made us a way out using their backsides as stepping stones to cross the molten metal. Isn't that how it happened?"

"Yeah. That's exactly how it happened...except for one little thing. I wasn't there," Bulkhead revealed, causing everyone to stare at the two of them in pure alarm.

"I'd already left the Wreckers to join up with Optimus. But you would know that if all you did was access Wheeljack's public service record," Bulkhead said as he poked Makeshift's chest, challenging the Decepticon.

"Bulkhead, what does that have to do with-WHOA!" Miko screamed as Makeshift picked her up suddenly.

"Miko!" Nightwalker and Bulkhead shouted as Makeshift stood near the ground bridge.

"Stay back. Or I'll squeeze her into pulp," he growled, holding Miko in a firm grip.

"Wheeljack! What are you doing?!" Miko exclaimed. "Decepticon coward," Bulkhead growled, "let the girl go and face me!"

"Don't fret," Makeshift said, "plenty of fighting to come."

"Is there a real Wheeljack!?" Jack demanded. "Oh indeed," Makeshift said with a smirk, "and I'm sure Mistress Ember is making sport of him." Primrose froze and her optics widened.

"You Pit-Spawned fragger!" Nightwalker snarled.

◊◊◊◊

"Are you certain we are at the coordinates we supplied to Makeshift?" Starscream asked Soundwave, which earned him a nod in response.

"Then what is taking him!?" The other Seeker snapped with impatience.

"Maybe they gave your boy such a hero's welcome, he got the warm and fuzzies and decided to switch sides." Starscream whirled around to see Wheeljack walking towards them, his optics blazing with bridled fury and his battle mask on.

"Do you not see you are vastly outnumbered?" Starscream taunted.

"I see fellas who might vastly enjoy me pound some dents into you," Wheeljack growled.

"Destroy him!" Starscream commanded and the Vehicons shot at Wheeljack who took out his katanas and charged at the Vehicons.

◊◊◊◊

"About time," Makeshift huffed as he activated the ground bridge. "You won't get away with this!" Primrose snarled.

"I already have," Makeshift remarked with a smirk.

◊◊◊◊

Wheeljack was having an easy fight with the Vehicons. And he was getting too close to Starscream. Said Seeker fired a missile at Wheeljack. The force of the explosion was enough to knock the Wrecker back but he managed to land on his pedes, slicing and dicing any Vehicon who tried to attack him. That was when Wheeljack jumped onto Starscream, putting the Seeker down for the count.

Wheeljack heard the sound of the ground bridge opening and he turned towards it. "Well, well," he murmured as a plan formed in his mind.

◊◊◊◊

Makeshift stepped back towards the ground bridge with Miko still struggling in his grip. "Let's get this party started," he said with a dangerous grin.

Wheeljack suddenly jumped into the base and kicked Makeshift hard. Miko flew across the air and Bulkhead quickly caught his charge. Makeshift hit the wall and was unconscious for a few moments.

"I'd shut that hole before the stink comes through," Wheeljack remarked. "Couldn't have said it better myself," Nightwalker said.

◊◊◊◊

Starscream coughed as he got up. Energon trailed down his jaw and he looked towards the ground bridge with wide, angry optics. "Enter the ground bridge now!" He shouted.

The Vehicons hurried towards the ground bridge only for it to close. Starscream let out a yell of anger.

◊◊◊◊

Makeshift took out his blades and he and Wheeljack circled each other. Bulkhead stepped forward, but Wheeljack stopped him. "Ugly's mine," he said.

That was when the fight began. The two went at each other. Swords clashed and sparks flew. Everyone watched, ready to intervene if needed.

Paige pulled Raf close to her in a sisterly fashion and Raf clung to her. "Which one's the real Wheeljack?" He asked.

"I lost track!" Miko exclaimed. "The one with the bright grey aurora," Paige said. Jack looked to her in confusion.

Makeshift slashed at one of Wheeljack's swords and charged at him. Wheeljack managed to claim one of the Decepticon's swords, using them both to knock him to the ground. He won.

"That's my Jacky," Bulkhead boasted proudly. Wheeljack deactivated his battle mask and looked to Ratchet, "you, hit the switch."

Ratchet nodded in response and turned to activate the ground bridge. "It's time to take out the trash," Wheeljack said and he smiled at Bulkhead, "all yours, buddy."

◊◊◊◊

The ground bridge appeared before the Decepticons once again. The Vehicons backed away for a moment.

"What are you waiting for?! GO!" Starscream shouted. The first few Vehicons quickly ran into the ground bridge.

Bulkhead held Makeshift's defeated form in his servos before he spun around and threw the Con right into the ground bridge. The first few Decepticons saw Makeshift hurling at them and they quickly turned tail and ran.

Starscream saw them and before he could even reprimand them, Makeshift slammed into him and the two fell to the ground.

Wheeljack smiled at Bulkhead, "nice lob."

◊◊◊◊

At the Decepticon warship, the Autobot ground bridge closed. Starscream got up and glared at Makeshift, "please tell me that you at least learned the location of their base."

"Indeed Commander Starscream. It is in a hidden bunker just outside of-" Makeshift's explanation was cut off by the familiar beeping sound. Starscream glanced at the bomb that was attached to Makeshift's hip.

"Whoa! Back! Back! Back!" He exclaimed as he hurried away. Makeshift stood where he was and he looked down at the bomb on his hip. "Oh no," he murmured before the bomb exploded, eliminating him and any Decepticon who stood too close.

"MAKESHIFT! YOU FOOL!" Starscream shouted in anger as he and Soundwave flew away.

In the control bridge, Ember and Echo stood in the control bridge. Ember frowned as she felt the ship rock from the explosion. "Starscream better not have ruined this ship," she muttered.

◊◊◊◊

In the Autobot base, things had returned to normal. Miko was playing her guitar while Bumblebee, Nightwalker, Jazz Jack and Raf were dancing. Paige hadn't joined them as she was leaning on the railing, watching them with a smile.

Ratchet groaned in annoyance, "it's like a recurring nightmare." WhiteRain and Prowl chuckled softly.

"Now that you're part of Team Prime, we need to pick out a vehicle mode for you," Bulkhead said, gently bumping Wheeljack's arm, "I have some ideas."

"Uh... about that, Bulk," Wheeljack said hesitantly, "now that my ship's repaired, I'm itching to know what else I might find out there."

"Wait! You're leaving? Why!?" Miko pouted. "Well... because some bots never change," Bulkhead said with a soft chuckle. Wheeljack smiled softly.

"Wheeljack, know that you will always have a haven here," Optimus said.

"Jacky never stays but he always comes back," Bulkhead said proudly and he and Wheeljack did a fist bump. "Feels like you just got here, Sparrow," Paige said with a playful smile.

Wheeljack chuckled and gently ruffled her hair, "yeah, well I'll be sure to let you know if I find any more Magic Users out in the galaxy, Kit." Paige smiled softly and she hugged his digit, "thank you, Jackie. That... that means a lot."

"Anytime Paige," Wheeljack said with a soft smile. "We'll see you off," Firestorm said with a soft smile.

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In the desert, the ground bridge closed up. Wheeljack turned to Bulkhead, "there's room for two Bulk. Even with a backside like yours. Who knows what we might find out there? Some of the old crew?"

Bulkhead furrowed his optic ridges and he glanced at Miko who looked down sadly. The wrecker looked back at his friend, "sounds like fun, Jacky. But my ties are here now. With them. With her." Upon hearing that, Miko smiled up at her guardian.

Wheeljack gave a respectful nod to his friend and he looked to Miko. "Anything happens to my favorite wrecker, I'm comin' after you," he threatened playfully.

"I'll take good care of him," Miko said reassuringly with a smile and she pulled out her phone, "now say cheese." With that, she took a picture of the two Wreckers.

Bulkhead and Primrose looked to Wheeljack. "WhiteRain," Bulkhead said, a spark of hope igniting in his optics.

"I'm here to stay, sweetspark," WhiteRain said and she kissed Bulkhead on the cheek. "And if I find any wreckers, I'll be the first to let you know," Wheeljack promised. "What's special between you and WhiteRain?" Miko asked curiously.

"She and Bulkhead are boyfriend and girlfriend," Primrose, Firestorm, Nightwalker and Arcee chorused. "Aw," Paige said with a smile as Bulkhead and WhiteRain blushed and Wheeljack chuckled.

The white Wrecker shook his helm with a smile before he saluted everyone and went into the Jackhammer. The door closed and the Jackhammer flew up into the air, disappearing through the clouds.

#transformers prime #fanfiction #my ocs #self insert #the girl among the gods

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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“Helpless” *Part 8*

Note: I really wanted to get to the REAL crescendo, but it was already getting long so-- look forward to it! I promise it’s worth this work up.

Mater List:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 9

Tag List:

@wanniiieeee

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@word-scribbless

@dumauier

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The rings felt like they went on forever; one, two, three, four….SHIT please please please…

Hello you’ve reached Rafael Barba…

You dropped the phone, tears stinging your eyes. You debated texting him, but what would you say?

“Hey Raf so my insane roommate is holding me hostage with a gun, so if you could call me back that’d be greeeeaaat!”

He had to answer, he just had to. You didn’t know what you’d do if you were forced to take Arianna alone. Actually yes you did, you’d go with her. And you’d never see Rafael again. Maybe if you texted him.

“CALL ME. ASAP. 911.” send.

Not 30 seconds later, your phone was vibrating in your hand.

“Miss me already?” You heard him smiling through the phone, but there was no time.

“Raf, listen to me. I--I-I….God I don’t even--” You got up and started pacing the room.

“Wow okay calm down, breathe carino. What’s going on? Was Arianna upset?”

“Yeah you could say that,” you tried remaining calm. “She’s holding me hostage,”

“....What do you mean by she’s ‘holding you hostage’?”

“I mean she put a gun to my face and told me to pack all my shit because we’re leaving New York forever!” You shook your hands, despite the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“WHAT?! Please tell me you’re being dramatic--”

“Do I SOUND like I’m joking, Rafael?”

“I don’t understand, you said that Arianna would never--”

“Yeah well, I said a lot of things. And I really didn’t think she would hurt me. Actually I don’t entirely know she’ll actually use it on me, but I’m not about to take any chances,” You twisted your hair in your fingers nervously.

“So how are you calling me?”

“I told her I’m packing,” You started putting clothes in one of the boxes Arianna had given you.

“You’re going with her?!”

“What choice do I have right now, Raf?! What did you want me to say ‘No Arianna I’m sorry I can’t do that, please shoot me right here,’?” You scoffed, grabbing more stuff and tossing it in the box.

“Okay I’m calling Liv--”

“NO! You can’t send cops here. I'm not entirely sure she won’t shoot cops. I’ve never seen her like this before,” You stopped what you were doing and put both hands on the phone.

“Ok well I’m coming back there then--”

“NO, she will ABSOLUTELY shoot you,” You hissed into the phone.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!!!! I didn’t...I didn’t think that far. I just-- needed your voice,” you started to cry, sinking down to the floor.

“Y/N….” Rafael’s voice tried to soothe you, he hated hearing you cry.

“Y/N? Do you want this straightener?” You heard Arianna open the door, and you dropped the phone.

“Uh….Um, what?” you poked your head up over your bed.

The straightener? Yeah sure,” you faked your best fake smile.

“Are you crying?” Arianna stepped into the room and walked towards you. Panicked she’d see you talking to Rafael. You pressed END on the call and slid the phone under the bed.

“Um, yeah Arianna my best friend just held a fucking gun to my face, that tends to be upsetting,” you snapped.

“Aw, sweetie. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t wanna do that,” she offered you a hand.

“Right,” you rolled your eyes but let her help you up.

“I didn’t! I just...I need you to do this, okay? It’s for the best,” she assured you.

“Look Arianna I’m already doing what you want, can you please at least leave me alone to...come to terms with it?” you snapped again, grabbing another box and shoving stuff in it.

“Sure baby girl, I’m sorry,” She nodded and headed towards the door, but her eyes noticed something on the floor.

“Hmm...I guess you won’t need this right now,” She bent down and picked up your phone that had slid straight through to the other side when you tossed it. Damn wood floors!!!

“I...I…” you had no words; this was like a nightmare. Even worse, it began vibrating in Arianna’s hand.

“Well well well, someone’s popular,” She smirked, answering the phone on speaker.. “Y/N’s phone!”

“Ari? Ari, where's Y/N?” you could hear Rafael’s voice.

“She’s right here, abogado. She’s busy right now,” she spoke into the phone, looking at your sad face.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Me? What did YOU do to her?! Two days ago she was my ride or die, now you stick your tongue in her ear and she wants to run off into the sunset with you,” she yelled into the phone.

“Raf I’m fine,” You called out.

“See? She’s fine. I would never hurt her. I’m taking her away so you can’t hurt us anymore,” she scoffed.

“She’s not yours!”

“SHE IS MINE,” Arianna screamed, then looked at you shocked she had just lost it like that.

“I’m sorry, babe. I mean you’re your own person, you’re just….my best friend,”

“Yeah sure that’s what you meant,” you could just hear Rafael rolling his eyes.

“SHUT UP. I won’t hurt my best friend but I will hurt you, and anyone you decide to send after us,”

“Look, Arianna. I get it, you’re scared. You feel backed into a corner, and you’re just reacting. I understand…”

“Are you seriously trying to use the ‘hostage speech’ bullshit on me? We know ALL about mind games, asshole,”

“No! I’m--Okay fine kind of, but I just--- look I swear to God I will leave you alone, just let Y/N go and you can leave town,”

“No no no, see I can’t do that. I need her,”

“Yeah you need me to manipulate people for you,”

“Really, Y/N? I could do a lot of things for money,” She acted hurt. “I just want the one person in this world who I love with me,”

“You don’t love me Ari, I don’t know if you ever did,” you bit your lip.

“OF COURSE I DO!! How can you say that?!” she cried.

“You don’t do THIS to someone you love, Ari!!” you screamed.

“Desperate times, babe,” she nodded her head.

“NO! Not desperate times! Nobody is threatening you with ANYTHING, Arianna!! It’s in your head! We both already told you, nobody is going to come after you,”

“I swear,” Rafael chimed in.

“SHUT UP, the both of you!” Ari screamed. “Look, I’m sorry that you two started some kind of little rom com, but if my life has taught me anything is you never trust ANYONE, let alone a COP,”

“He’s not a cop, he's a lawyer,” you muttered.

“Really? You wanna argue semantics with me right now?”

“She’s just nervous, Ari calm down don’t do anything stupid,”

“I’m not going to hurt her, dickhead. She’s my collateral,” Again, Arianna tripped over herself after speaking before thinking.

“I mean, my best friend,” “Look I’m sorry, but she stays with me. We’re a packaged deal, and you’re not going to come between us anymore. Lose this number,”

“No no no Ari--!!!” Rafael’s voice was cut off by the smashing of your phone all over the floor of the apartment.

“God DAMMIT Ari!!! Really?!” you screamed, gathering the pieces as if they would materialize in your hands.

“I’m sorry, that was harsh baby girl. I’ll buy you a new one when we get outta here, I promise,”

“I don’t want a-- you have lost it, Arianna,” tears choked your throat angrily.

“Yeah, well, it is what it is. And now, thanks to your little shenanigans, we have to speed this up,” Arianna walked back to her room and started putting her full boxes in the living room.

“Be ready in an HOUR, and whatever is not packed is getting left here!”

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After an hour, all of your belongings were divided up into 3 boxes in your now mostly bare living room.

“What are you gonna do about the furniture, just leave it?” You gestured to the still fully furnished living room. All of your knick knacks may have been packed, but there was still a giant TV and a couch along with a futon and a chaise lounge.

“Don’t you worry about it, I’ve got it covered,” Arianna replied, gathering more of her boxes. How did she have so much more stuff than you?

“Covered HOW?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I have people,” she simply replied.

“What people?”

“The same people that are going to help us out until we find somewhere to live,” she explained.

“We HAVE somewhere to live, Ari,” you gestured to the apartment.

“Not anymore we don’t,” she shook her head.

“Why is it you know so many ‘people’ but I was never allowed to have friends other than you?”

“Pfft allowed, Y/N? Really? I’m not your mother,” she rolled her eyes.

“Could’ve fooled me…” you muttered.

“Look it’s not my fault you don’t know how to interact with human beings unless you’re scamming them or falling in love with them,”

“That is so--”

“Yo Arianna,” a guy in a leather jacket appeared in your doorway. He couldn’t be more stereotypical, his hair slicked back, a cigarette in his left ear, a red bandana sticking out of his jean pocket.

“Hey love, just take it all downstairs. We’ll be down in a second,” She sweetly told the guy, blowing him air kisses as he grabbed a box.

“...Are you for real with that guy?” You tried not to laugh.

“HEY. Frankie is a nice guy,” Arianna defended him.

“Yeah, a nice guy who’s probably killed ten people,” you rolled your eyes.

“Not TEN, maybe two…”

“Oh my god,”

“Just...shut up and grab a box,” she hit you and gestured towards the boxes.

You grabbed a box of your stuff and headed downstairs, where you were met with three more thug looking guys.

“I don’t like this Ari…” you whispered.

“Hey, we’re safe with them,” she assured you.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you muttered, looking down the street. You knew Rafael would come for you; you hated that he would, but you knew it.

You just hope it wouldn’t be too late.

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #helpless

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olivia200312 · 3 years

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Kiss or Kill~ TFP Optimus x Bloodthirsty! Cybertonian! Reader *Request*

Requested by the lovely @DarkRosePrime121.

Plot: She is neutral and doesn't care who she kills; Autobots and Decepticon have all been fair game to her. But when she meets Optimus, after maliciously ripping and tearing Decepticons, she doesn't know whether to kill or kiss him. She's also very flirty as well and her weapon of choice is a scythe.

Head area: Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area: Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area: Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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"Aaahhh!" A Con got offlined after a bloodthirsty (or rather energonthirsty) femme Cybertronian finished him.

A Cybertronian femme named Y/N just finished killing or offlining a Con that was close to her. Let me correct this: she's a serial killer, worse than Megatron himself. She doesn't care if she killed an Autobot or a Decepticon. It's just a fair game to her. But it wasn't her fault that she became like this! Before the civil war, she was just a normal strong Cybertronian. But when the war came, she got into a big accident that messed up badly her processor. That's when she changed. She started to kill. She got into a lot of trouble that she was being chased. She got caught almost many times but she managed to escape Cybertron and settle on Earth. She hid in a cave. She's honestly very surprised that the Autobots and the Decepticons settled there too later. She had to be extra careful but she's sure that the Autobots and the Decepticons felt that there's a Cybertronian serial killer around.

Y/N has some Energon on her faceplate that she wiped away with her arm. She sighed and looked at her weapon: a scythe.

Is she a Cybertronian Teke Teke or some bot who came for the soul like a living skeleton covered in a black coat? Probably both.

Y/N got startled when she heard a groundbridge. She saw it close by and quickly ran off just in time because she heard other metallic footsteps coming.

Later at the Autobots base~

"Optimus, I got another report. There's a dead Con found," said a grumpy voice.

"Another one? That's the 20th time this cyber-week!" said a green wrecker.

"Hey, what's going on?" said an energetic human girl that was so curious like a cat.

Optimus was quiet since he's thinking. He did hear news about serial killer femme around Cybertron and she was being chased at. But how could she possibly be on Earth? Did she get so lucky that she escaped? He needs to find out what's happening to the random bots that are found mysteriously dead. Some bodies were being examined and there was no trace of the Decepticons nor the Autobots.

"We need to seriously catch that serial killer that's been killing random Cybertronians," said a blue and pink femme warrior.

"Wait, Cybertronians can be also serial killers?" said a 12-year-old boy with glasses.

"Optimus, can you explain what's going on?" demanded a voice that stood next to the kids.

Optimus looks at others calmly. "Some bot has been killing random Autobots and the Decepticons. During the war on Cybertron, I heard reports about random soldiers found dead. We took action, immediately, but it escaped and settled here on Earth. I do not know where it is hiding, but once we find it, we'll lock it up and keep a close optic on." He was dead serious.

"Wow! Cybertronians can be also serial killers? That's so cool!"

"Miko!" Her guardian began. "It's not cool! I remember encountering it!"

That caught everyone's attention in the base and they looked at the green wrecker, waiting to start his story. "I remember that when I was patrolling, I saw a Cybertronian covered in a black coat and holding a scythe. When I took a closer look, it wasn't an Autobot or a Decepticon. It turned around and saw me, it was covered in so much Energon! I was about to report, but it then attacked me at high speed that it gave me a scar! I almost died but then other Autobots arrived and it disappeared."

*Beep, whirl*

"Bumblebee said that he encountered it too and it almost killed him but then the other Autobots arrived," Raf said, translating for his guardian.

"Autobots, for now, we must stay at high alert. We do not know if it's a mech or a femme. But if one of you encounter it, report it immediately before it's too late. Protect the humans as well at any cost. Am I understood?"

Everyone nodded.

Later~

Optimus came through the groundbridge as it disappeared behind him. He was in the forest and he looked around. There were only birds chirping heard and the weather wind as well. That's when he heard metallic footsteps. The Prime had immediately his mask on, got his blasters out, and turned around. His optics were wide open when he saw it. He glared at it.

"Are you the one who's been killing random Autobots and the Decepticons?"

It chuckled and smiled. It even nodded at him. Now Y/N wasn't sure if she should kill him or even kiss him. He just looked so handsome. But there's a secret when Y/N was normal at the time, she's been friends with Orion Pax. When Y/N got crazy, she had been having murderous thoughts to even kill the Prime. She doesn't want to do, at all! Y/N in suffering from homicidal ideation or a mental disorder ever since the accident. It's impossible for her to control it and she's been carrying so much guilt on her shoulderplates. Optimus didn't recognize her at all. It's honestly sad.

"Why have you been us?" Optimus asked sternly.

Y/N shrugged and got her scythe out. Her disorder is controlling her again. Optimus got ready to fight back. But he wants to know who it was behind the black coat. Y/N then ran at high speed at her old friend/crush and began to attack. Optimus attacked back. The fight took a long time that Optimus finally managed to tackle her on the ground and held her there. He watched as Y/N struggled to get free. She's now scared because if the coat was off, then she's revealed. That's exactly what happened...

Optimus used his servo and pulled the coat off. His optics went wide when he saw his old crush. "... Y/N?"

Y/N said nothing and just kissed his dermas. It caused the Prime to blush bright and feeling lost. He felt his spark beating fast. He's in love, like... she cast a love spell on him. He kissed her back slowly but then Y/N smirked in a flirty way and kicked him off of her. Optimus grunted as Y/N was on top of him. He stared at her and watched as she leaned in and kissed his cheekplate. She winked and ran off at high speed.

Optimus watched as she disappeared. He sat up and began to think. He's definitely in love.

No part 2. Sorry.

I also apologize for not updating for a long time. I'm close to opening the requests. Keep an eye on the title.

#optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #tfp #Transformers Prime #one-shot #serial killer #cybertronian reader #x reader #reader

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plaidbooks · 4 years

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Nyquil

A/N: This is just a short, mostly fluff piece, in which Rafael Barba takes care of a sick reader. Based on true events (note: please take medications as prescribed)

Tags: briefest mention of rape, cold medication (and taking too much of it, though not an overdose)

You groaned as you woke up, rolling over and slowly opening your eyes. You felt a soreness in your throat that wasn’t there the night before, and one nostril was clogged. No, you thought, refusing to even acknowledge how your body may or may not be feeling. You rolled over to look at the empty spot beside you; Rafael, your boyfriend, had already left for the day. You groaned again as you got out of bed, dragging your feet to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, but your eyes caught the bright orange sticky note stuck to the glass.

Hope you have a wonderful day. See you for dinner - Love Raf

You smiled, butterflies in your stomach. You’d been dating for months now, and he left these notes often, but they still made you fall a little more in love with him every time.

Eyes now focusing on your reflection, you winced; you looked exactly how you had felt when you woke up. Maybe a shower would help. You showered quickly, enjoying the warm water on your skin, letting the warmth awaken you. The steam was even able to help unclog your nose, though your throat was still hurting, your head still not feeling right. But you knew that you were already running a little late, and you needed to get going. Before you left the apartment, though, you grabbed the little package of DayQuil, cursing yourself, seeing it as an admission of weakness; if you didn’t let yourself acknowledge your illness, then you wouldn’t be sick!

You made it to precinct 16, coffee in hand, apology to your boss, Lieutenant Olivia Benson, on your lips. She waved you off; you were very rarely late, and you always had a legit reason. Thankfully, she didn’t ask for one today, because the only excuse you had was maybe coming down with something.

The day seemed to drag on and on, and you felt no better as the hours stretched. Eventually, it came up that there was to be a stake out that night.

“[Y/L/N], Carisi, you two take tonight. Rollins, Fin, you two will take the second shift in the morning,” Olivia ordered. Your heart sank; a whole night? Feeling like this?

“Sure thing, Lieu,” Sonny replied, shooting you a goofy smile and thumbs up. He wasn’t quite the new guy anymore, but sometimes, he still acted like it. If you were feeling normal, you would’ve smiled and rolled your eyes playfully at him. But now you just sat there, silently thankful you grabbed the DayQuil earlier. You took out your phone and sent a text to Rafael, telling him not to wait up for you. At least it was a Friday, and you’d be off all weekend, after this one night.

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“So, what did this guy do again?” you asked, huddled in the passenger seat, sipping at your coffee for warmth.

Sonny was watching the apartment that housed the man you were tasked in staking out, watching for any signs of life. “He raped his wife, and is now trying to threaten her to keep her from testifying.”

You nodded, sighing. You glanced at the clock. It read 3:40am. Got another hour and 20 minutes until Fin and Rollins switched with you two. You had taken another round of DayQuil at midnight, and it was already wearing off. There was no more denying it; you were definitely coming down with a cold. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be getting Sonny sick. Your plan for the weekend was to try and sleep it off; you had some severe NyQuil at home, something you’d never tried before. You weren’t much on medication, especially liquids, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

You were nodding off in your seat when there was a knock on your window. You were so out of it, you didn’t even jump. Turning, you could see Rollins outside the car door. You shuffled out, letting Rollins take your seat, Sonny switching with Fin on the other side.

“Need a ride?” Sonny asked once you were out of sight of the apartment.

“Blease,” you replied, your nose now completely clogged, making the word come out weird. Sonny cocked his brow at you, but didn’t bring it up as he drove you home.

***************

You put your key in the door, unlocking it, and pushing your way in. You felt yourself descend into sickness with every step you took as you shuffled into the living room, unwilling to shed your jacket--you were suddenly freezing and you wrapped the garment around yourself tighter. You walked over to the couch and fell face-first onto the cushions

“Cariño?” you heard Rafael call from the kitchen. You didn’t even notice he was awake; your senses were completely clouded at this point. You grunted, the cushions muffling your voice. You heard his hurried footsteps as he came over to you.

“Are you okay, mi amor?” he asked, crouching down by your head. You turned to face him. His bright green eyes were full of concern, and he placed a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soft circles there.

“I think I’m sick,” you muttered. “I feel like shit.”

He gave your face one more look before he stood, heading for the kitchen. “Let me get you some ginger ale, and then I’ll make you some of my Mami’s famous soup; you’ll feel better instantly.”

You smiled despite yourself; god you loved this man. “I’ll take the ginger ale. But right now, I think I’m just going to have some NyQuil and try and sleep. I’ve been up for almost 24 hours. Can you make me soup when I wake up?”

Rafael was back instantly, ginger ale in his hand. “Of course. Let’s get you to bed.” He helped you stand, then led you to your shared bedroom.

“I don’t want to get you sick,” you protested as he started to help you undress.

He smirked at that. “Don’t worry, Cariño. I don’t get sick.” Now that you thought about it, you had never seen the man sick before. It was true that you, too, rarely got sick, but to never be sick?

“Lucky,” you huffed. He chuckled before helping you climb into bed, tucking you in. He went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, grabbed the NyQuil, then poured a cap-full for you. You drank it, trying not to gag on the gross taste, drinking the ginger ale after words.

“Sleep, baby. I’m off today; call me if you need me, okay?” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled, resting your head on the soft pillows, while he went back out of the room.

You laid there, comfortable except for the illness in your head, congesting your nose, making your throat sore. But sleep never came for you. After an hour, you decided to try and take another cap-full of the disgusting cold medicine. Nothing. After yet another hour, you took a third cap-full, praying for some sort of sleep. Finally, darkness overtook you.

You woke up, groggy, unaware of your surroundings, with a terrible pain in your stomach. It felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Suddenly remembering the cold medicine, you whipped to look at the clock, wondering how long you could’ve slept to be this hungry. You were stunned to see that only 2 hours had passed.

Maybe I’ve slept a whole day? you thought. But Rafael would’ve woken you...right? After waiting for another painful cramp to subside, you climbed out of bed. You shuffled out of the room, somewhere between sick, hungry, and floating through space. You could hear running water; Rafael was taking a shower in the guest bathroom, probably trying to not wake you. Same day, then.

You made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find something easy to eat, but all you could think of was soup--probably because Rafael had mentioned it. Though, he hadn’t started it, yet, since he didn’t know when to expect you. No worries, you thought, I’ll just make some shitty ramen. You grabbed a pot, filled it with water, and started the stove. Once the water was boiling, you put the noodles in, stirring it. Suddenly, your vision went black. You blinked a few times, but your vision didn’t return. In your drug-induced state, this didn’t seem particularly alarming; you simply sat on the ground, knees pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you waited for your vision to return.

Slowly, your eyesight returned to you. You blinked, making sure it wasn’t going away again, before you stood and continued cooking your noodles.

“[Y/N]! What the hell are you doing up?” Rafael was in the entrance to the kitchen, wearing only sweatpants, his hair still damp from his shower.

“Hungry,” you murmured back, stirring in the flavor packet. There must’ve been something weird in your voice, because he came over, turned off the stove, and led you away, out of the kitchen, and to the couch.

“Sit,” he commanded. “Stay.” He disappeared and you sat there, staring at the carpeted floor, not quite remembering how you got there or what you were waiting for.

Rafael came back, a bowl in his hands. He handed it to you, and you looked inside at the noodles you had been cooking. Remembering your hunger, you went to take a bite before he stopped you.

“It’s probably hot,” he cautioned, that concern never leaving his expression. He took the bowl from you, and you let out a sad whimper at the loss of food. Instead, he twirled the fork in the noodles, collecting a small amount, and blew on them before holding the fork out to you. He fed you like this until the bowl was empty, blowing on every fork-full.

“Feel better?” he asked, a small smile tugging on his lips, but that concern still deep within his green eyes.

You nodded. “I think I’m going to try and sleep again.” You stood up and he was instantly beside you, leading you back to bed. This time, however, he climbed in bed with you, pulling your body close to his.

“I’m going to make sure you stay here longer than 2 hours this time,” he explained, wrapping his arms around you protectively. You didn’t mind, melting into his touch, his warmth. He kissed your shoulder, his lips warm even through the fabric of your nightshirt. You were asleep before you could even reply.

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