In a galaxy far, far away

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MASTER LIST

💁🏻‍♀️ Reader-inserts: 💁🏻‍♀️

Jacob Frye x Reader: On Second Chances

Jacob Frye x Reader: Daisy

Jacob Frye x Reader: When Love Prevails

Elise de la Serre x Fem! Reader: It’ll be You and I

Shay Cormac x Captain! Reader: Aphrodite

Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton x Fem Soldier! Reader: Whatever It Takes [Writing in-progress]

John Wick x Reader: Start of Something New

[TF Cyberverse] Hot Rod x Technorganic! Reader: The ‘Thing’

[MTMTE] Tarn x Reader: A Taste of What Is Left

[MTMTE] Prowl x Fem! Reader x Fortress Maximus:  Just Your Friend (There Could Have Been More)

👩‍❤️‍👨 OC fanfictions: 👩‍❤️‍👨

Overweighed Milano (GOTG Gang x OC)

Thank You, Mia Amore (Ezio Auditore x OC) [Writing in-progress]

Tales of the Assassin (Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton x OC) [Writing in-progress]

Mend a Wounded Heart (Arno Dorian x OC) [Writing in-progress]

Lost in You (Jacob Frye x OC) [Writing in-progress]: Quotev / Wattpad

📝 Drabble Prompts: 📝

“I’m just scared you’re going to get tired of me.” / “Why?” / “Because everyone gets tired of me.” (With TFA Bulkhead)

“Are you flirting with me?” / “Well, it’s about time you noticed.” (With Peter Quill/Star-Lord)

“I love you.” / “You’re tolerable.” (With MTMTE Megatron)

“I’m an emotional wreck.” / “It’s okay, you’re a cute emotional wreck.” (With Peter Quill/Star-Lord)

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should!” (With MTMTE Megatron)

“Give me five minutes.” (With MTMTE Nightbeat)

“I am the stupidest person alive.” (With Rocket Raccoon)

“We could’ve had everything. But you were too busy chasing nothing to notice.” (With Tony Stark/Iron Man)

“This. Never. Happened.” & “Swear to me that this meant nothing to you.” (With Rocket Raccoon)

“I’m sorry.” / “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just wish you told me so it didn’t seem like you were hiding it from me.” (With Steve Rogers/Captain America)

“I wish I could forget I ever met you.” (With Peter Quill/Star-Lord)

“For the hundredth time, I am not your babysitter.” (With Peter Quill/Star-Lord)

“You carry that damn blanket everywhere.” (With Rocket Raccoon)

“For the hundredth time, I am not your babysitter.” (With Rocket Raccoon)

“Frankly, my dear, I do give a damn.” (With Jack Sparrow)

“Can you please be happy for me for five minutes?” (With Jacob Frye)

“Oh, God. That’s your “I did something bad” face.” (With Yondu Udonta)

“Pickles make anything better. Anything.” (With Yondu Udonta)

“Please don’t tell me you got arrested.” (With Peter Quill/Star-Lord)

“You expect me to walk home with you dressed like that.” (With Peter Quill/Star-Lord)

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UPDATED MASTER LIST!!! 🤩🤩🤩

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[Late greeting!]

Happy New Year 2020, everyone! 🎉

I haven’t really been active like I used to, but I’m still here because I can find all the fandoms I love right here. 🥰 Whatever 2020 has in store for us, I can only hope that it would be full of love, happiness, and optimism no matter what. 😌

Cheers for another year ahead of us! 🥂

(Fireworks display from Pokemon XY)

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Bargaining Price

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Soon after Mando had left, Kuiil told you that the Jawas required the egg of a Mudhorn as sufficient bail for you. Your heart had stopped but you couldn’t do much about it. He had already left.

You tossed your hand of cards on the dusty ground, letting out a sigh of boredom. Kuiil, the helpful Ugnaught, gave your knee a reassuring pat.

“He’ll be back soon, sweetheart.”

“I’d just really like to be untied,” you attempted to shout to the Jawas to no avail. They were ignoring you, except for the few who were playing cards with you. Your wrists hurt.

Kuiil spoke to one of the Jawas but it just shook its head at him. He shrugged at you and you sighed once more, leaning your head back against the sandcrawler and looking up to the sky.

“I’d really rather not stay here more than I have to.”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, sweetheart, but until your man comes back, I’m afraid you’re stuck here.”

“He’s not my man,” you grumbled.

You ate the dinner the Jawas provided for you not long after that and did end up having to sleep in the sandcrawler. Your bed was cramped, considering that you were taller than a Jawa, and you barely got any sleep.

In the morning, you began pacing the ground in front of the sandcrawler. The Jawas chattered around you, but you ignored them in favor of watching the horizon. You barely ate anything the entire day, swallowing a few mouthfuls of soup after Kuiil appeared concerned for you.

“Hush now. He didn’t die. He’ll be back with your egg,” you heard Kuiil say to a Jawa.

Your heart dropped. Could Mando really be dead? You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if that was true. Was it true?

Your hope sank lower and lower, mirroring the sun in the sky. The Jawas began chittering around you again, and it appeared like they were packing up their camp.

“Kuiil, don’t let them take me, please,” you held the hands of the Ugnaught as you voice grew distraught.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help you. If they bring you with, they bring you with.”

You let out a bit of a sob, the culmination of frustration, grief, and disbelief evident in your voice. You looked to Kuiil as a Jawa dragged you onto the ramp of the sandcrawler and pushed you inside the vehicle. You could hear Kuiil say something about Mando still coming, but you’d resigned yourself to the fact that he wasn’t.

That was, until you saw a figure walking over the horizon.

******

Mando was tired, dirty, and pissed. He just wanted to get back to the Jawas, take you in his arms, and have dinner with you. He also wanted to repair his ship, but that could be done later.

As Mando approached the sandcrawler, his heart beat faster and faster. There you were, looking as beautiful as ever. Your clothes were covered in dust and your hair an absolute mess, but it made Mando smile.

Mando handed the egg off, and the rope around your wrists was cut. You immediately threw yourself against him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Unexpected as it was, Mando fell onto the ground, his arms wrapped securely around you as well.

“Thank you for coming back for me,” you muttered.

“Of course.”

As the group approached Mando’s ship, you realized the new tagalong.

“Is this this asset,” you asked Mando quietly, pointing to the obvious baby in the bassinet.

“Yes.”

Mando and Kuiil pulled everything off the hover cruiser while you kept yourself occupied with the asset. Every once in a while, Mando would look over at you to see you cooing at the thing and rubbing its face with your finger, despite the fact that it was out cold.

You looked like a mother. You looked-

Mando stopped his train of thought there.

At some point, he assumed you’d fallen asleep because you appeared from your room, your hair mussed and your eyes glassy.

“That was the best sleep I’d gotten in two days. But I’ll definitely need to wash my sheets now. Where’s the baby?”

“The asset?”

“Uh, oh, yeah. The asset,” you responded sheepishly.

“It’s sleeping in the cockpit. Don’t wake it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Mando watched as you walked away from him and towards the bounty that you’d already grown attached to, a pit growing in his stomach.

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@aeryntheofficial @benakenalove @kaelyn-lobrutto24

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Hohoho! Another fine fanfic piece for ye The Mandalorian fans! Well-written, I must commend, though I got confused in Part 4 because I thought the Ugnaught wasn’t with Mando when he went to retrieve back his ship parts from the Jawas then Part 5 suggested that the former was with him. But overall, good writing. I recommend this one. 😊

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven 

Part Eight (will be posted 1/5)

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Oh, oh! If you’ve just finished watching The Mandalorian and you still can’t get enough of it, I highly recommend this fic. It’s so so good! I first read this at AO3. When I found this here in Tumblr, I just had to compliment it because I almost finished this fic with a starstruck look on my face. It’s simply just amazing. Go read it, everyone. It’ll be worth your time. 🤩

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PROMPT REQUESTS for all of you! 🔖 [Edited: 12/02/2019]

Hello! I’ll be accepting some prompt requests from the following characters listed in the #tags below. Just follow these simple rules so that we’re organized enough:

Choose a prompt at @ourwritingprompts‘s blog. Just copy-paste the prompt number and the prompt itself.

Choose your fave fandom and character to be paired with the reader (that’s you).

I don’t do a full-blown smut. I can do the explicit kissing and touching, but you can’t make me write the actual scene itself.

Your request shall be fulfilled only when I’m free because I’m a busy body. Don’t worry, as long as I get the free time (and motivation), I’ll do the requests.

I’ll accommodate as many as I can, but please don’t expect an immediate fulfilled request. If you get lucky, your request may be done in a heartbeat. Otherwise, you’ll have to wait.

If you have further questions, just ask away.

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Hey, everyone! Hopefully some of you are still in here. Ever since ‘the purge’ happened in Tumblr, I think almost everyone is leaving. I really hope some of you are still here! I’m still open for prompt requests so please please please don’t hesitate to ask one. 😊 I’ve changed rule 5.

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[MTMTE] Prowl x Fem! Reader x Fortress Maximus:  Just Your Friend (There Could Have Been More)

A/N: Phew! Here’s another reader-insert for all ye MTMTE fans! I had this story in mind already ever since I read the last issue of MTMTE. The story is basically the same; just added some tweaks of here and there so that we could insert ourselves in the story, hehe. Enjoy this one! I still have a few stories in the works and, this time, all of them are in the TFA continuity.

GREAT NEWS! I created an AO3 account: moreteatimestories. This is for easier navigation and reading in case Tumblr decided to go haywire on you.

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“You care for him so much. That only means you may be his... sparkmate,” Sentinel Prime said, peering at you holding a now dead Prowl in your arms.

Cerebros remarked worriedly, “Sentinel, he’s your friend, for Primus’s sake! Aren’t you even bothered that he’s dead?”

Sentinel only laughed devilishly. “I don’t care even the slightest if he’s dead. He’s a fool, anyway.”

“How dare you!” you shouted angrily. “How can you be so cruel! I don’t even know how you’re still alive!”

“Yeah, Sentinel,” Cerebros concurred. “You were supposed to be dead. What happened?”

“Oh? Now you want to know? I’m more than happy to tell you.”

Meanwhile, Fortress Maximus and Red Alert were having a scuffle with one another, Fort Max being too distracted. He can’t help, but look at you holding Prowl in your arms. He admitted to himself that he felt... jealous.

When he decided to come back to Cybertron on his own (and be stationed in Luna-1), you became his new psychiatrist. While he commended Rung for being a great one, he felt more at ease with you. You were always smiling and you wouldn’t push him to answer if he seemed uncomfortable with some questions. It was like you treated him as a trusted friend. You were patient, too. These qualities what made him fall for you.

However, the pining was the only thing he can give. You and Prowl are sparkmates (not yet a Conjunx) and Fort Max knew he can and will never have your spark (heart, in your case).

He was still lovingly gazing at you. Prowl was one lucky mech...

THOK!

He fell on the ground, his optical vision fizzing temporarily.

“Why aren’t you fighting back?!” Red Alert taunted.

Fort Max grunted. “Maybe because I didn’t want to hurt you, obviously. You’re a friend, Red!” He partially lied.

Red Alert flew another punch, but Fort Max was able to take hold of his fist. However, he didn’t counter an attack and instead pushed him forcefully.

Going back to your case, Sentinel finally explained his ‘reincarnation’ and his grand scheme of taking Cybertron to a new form of glory.

“Actually, I don’t mind taking a queen with me as I mold a new Cybertron!” He held your arm tightly.

“What?! No...! Stop! I am not yours to take!” you screamed as he tried to pull you away from your lover.

“Sentinel, be reasonable!” Cerebros coaxed. “Whatever happened, this is not you.”

Sentinel ignored him as he pried you away from Prowl. You thrashed, pulling yourself from him. “Let me go!”

He shifted his hold to both of your wrists as he closed the proximity between you and looked at your eyes.

“This would be easier if you’re not struggling so much, sweetspark.”

“I hate you,” you muttered loudly.

Suddenly, Sentinel groaned painfully loud as he released your wrists. You moved backwards to witness the ex-Prime falling on his one knee joint and a medium-sized hole on his shoulder plate.

“First of all, she is NOT your sweetspark. And secondly, if you want a bot to actually die, make sure they’re DEAD. For REAL.”

You could shed some tears of contentment as you heard and saw Prowl. “Prowl!” You ran to him and enveloped him in your embrace. He returned it, but more protectively.

“Prowl! Thank Primus it worked!” Cerebros cheered.

“Ah, so you lived? No matter. I’ll just finish all of you!” Sentinel growled fiercely.

Prowl shot him again and this disabled Sentinel for the time being. He then announced, “We’re going NOW. Fort Max! Let’s go!”

Said Autobot pushed Red Alert forcefully. “But, if we go, Sentinel will-“

“Just trust me and let’s go. He won’t do anything for a while.” He peered at you with his now one optic. “Ride with me, sweetspark.” He got hold of your hand and used the still functioning M.A.R.B.S. to flee for the meantime.

***

“Are you alright, Prowl? You looked like in pain,” you worriedly said.

“It’s just my helm. I don’t know why I’m having a processor-ache,” he answered.

“Oh! Lemme explain that!” Cerebros briefly explained how he ‘revived’ Prowl and this made the latter feel resentment.

“Do you want to know how much I HATED being controlled?! Being manipulated?! I have mental and physical scars when it comes to that. Give me one good reason that I won’t kill you right now!”

You interrupted him by gripping his arm plate. “Prowl, enough! Cerebros was just trying to save you. He didn’t mean to do it. Just calm yourself down. You know I’m always here for you if you feel those scars again.”

He shook and composed himself. He removed your hold and went to one side for now. He spoke, “Give me a few nanokliks to process everything.”

You huffed quietly and shifted your attention to Fortress Maximus. You weren’t able to notice him since your mind was occupied by your lover being dead (and thank Primus he wasn’t). You approached him in another room, seemingly tinkering on some device with Beak on it.

“Hey, Max,” you called.

His spark jumped upon hearing your voice. He turned to you at once.

“(Y/-Y/n)...!” he stammered.

“Just wanted to check up on you. I know Red Alert is a friend and it must have hurt you seeing him fighting all of us.”

Well, yes, it did, but what was more hurting for him was the fact that he could be protecting you from Sentinel instead. Plus, the fact that he can’t have you. Just witnessing you worrying Prowl like that made his spark ache. He wished that you would fret over him like that of Prowl. But, of course, that was just wishful thinking.

“Max, are you sure you’re okay?” you tried to coax him to answer.

He gazed at you for a moment. You were so beautiful in the optics (well, in his optics, that is) and all he could do was just the pining.

He replied nonetheless, “I’m fine. I’m sure there’s a way for Red Alert to snap out of it.”

You gave a small smile and that warmed Fort Max’s cheek plates. He always loved that upward curve of your lips.

“I’m your friend, Max. If you need me, I’ll be there no matter what.”

Right... Friend... You two were just FRIENDS and that was as far as your relationship can go. Fort Max, once again, wished there was something more.

All he ever said back was, “If you also need anything, I’ll be there. ALWAYS.” He emphasized the last word. No matter what he was doing, be it fighting Decepticons or any other life forms, he’ll be there. Because it’s you whom he will protect and take care of. Because if he was to admit, he LOVES you too much. Be damned if you and Prowl were together. He will never stop loving you because you made him feel safe. You made him feel HOME.

Prowl’s vocal chords echoed in the room. He was panicking as he entered. “Red Alert shot me! He shot me! That damn double-crossing, hypocritical bastard shot me!”

You hushed him. “Prowl, again, calm down.”

He held his helm and grumbled. “Sorry, sweetspark. It’s just that... All these catching up is making my processor hurt.”

“How’s about I make it simple?” Cerebros presented. “All you need to know is that Sentinel is planning to open a portal to Cybertron. And the plan is to commandeer this Titan we are in so that we could stop the other Titans passing through the portal.”

“Except there’s only one problem,” Fort Max declared. “This device won’t budge. It’s a release mechanism. I can’t flip it over. It’s stuck.”

Prowl growled. “Step aside.”

Fort Max raised an optic ridge. “No offense, Prowl, but if I can’t move it, I don’t think-“

“You just haven’t had the practice.” The police officer flipped the switch with ease.

***

“You stay here, sweetspark. I’ll be more at ease if you’re here,” Prowl stated.

You frowned. You always hated being left behind and being able to do nothing. “But, Prowl...”

“(Y/n), no. I’m not letting that bastard Sentinel have his servos on you.”

“Alright...” you finally gave way as you bowed your head.

“Hey.” Prowl lifted your chin. Before you can even look at him, his lips gently crashed onto yours. It was a surprise to you so you couldn’t react as he removed his lips and gazed at you adoringly. “I love you.”

You were able to register his words as you whispered back, “I love you, too.”

Fortress Maximus, sadly, saw the whole action. His spark, once again, hurt. He always wondered how your luscious lips would feel on his own. That would be so comforting. He snapped on his thinking when Prowl called at him.

“Fort Max, I’ll be leaving (Y/n) here. Make sure she’s not hurt while you’re trying to control this Titan.”

Now that was like underestimating him. If that glitch-head knew how much he loves you more than his life, he’ll definitely finish the job without having a scratch on you.

You assured the both of them, “I know how to watch myself, thank you very much. You don’t need to worry over me. I’ll make sure to hold onto something when things get rough.”

“I’m going now.” Prowl kissed your forehead for the last time.

‘Lucky bastard,’ Fort Max mused.

***

“You’ll be fine, Red. Judging from your answers so far, you still seemed unease, but eventually, you’ll be able to overcome it,” you shared to Red Alert.

Said mech ex-vented. “That’s good to know, (Y/n).”

It had been three solar cycles now ever since Sentinel finally met his demise. Prowl and the others were able to save Cybertron from the Titans.

Speaking of the police officer, he and Fortress Maximus took Sovereign back to Earth. It hadn’t been that long, but you already wanted to see him. Your mech has been through a lot, even losing his one good optic.

“And, we’re back!” Prowl announced.

Your smile widened upon hearing his voice as you quickly approached him.

“Welcome back!” you happily exclaimed as you hugged him.

Fort Max diverted his optics away from the two of you as he walked away to a room. Red Alert followed him.

“So... Did you tell her?” he asked.

“Tell her what, Red?” Fort Max replied with a question as if he knew nothing what his friend was referring to.

“You know what I mean, Max.”

The large Autobot ex-vented. “There’s no point, Red. She’s already taken. From the way I see it, she and Prowl deeply love each other.”

Red Alert raised an optic ridge. “So, what now? You’re just going to do the pining while they canoodle here and there?”

“Do I really have a choice?” Fort Max turned to face him. “I’m not some bot who’ll break their relationship just because he and I love the same femme.” He lowered his helm. “She was already with Prowl the moment I came back in Cybertron. I’m contented to be just there for her whenever she needs me.”

“Well, I guess that’s good enough. But, word of advice, don’t get too attached. Don’t want you get hurting again.”

“I’m already hurt, Red. Emotionally. Seeing the love of your life being whisked away by another mech…”

Red Alert patted his friend’s large shoulder plate. “‘Least she gets a guardian to protect her no matter what.”

Fort Max just gave a small beam.

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162 “I’m just scared you’re going to get tired of me.” “Why?” “Because everyone gets tired of me.” Bulkhead x Reader????

Prompt: @ourwritingprompts‘s #162 “I’m just scared you’re going to get tired of me.” / “Why?” / “Because everyone gets tired of me.” || Pairing: With TFA Bulkhead || As requested by a mysterious Anon

A/N: Heyo, anon! You didn’t specify which continuity I should work for Bulkhead so I’ll go with TFA then.

For the first time since forever, I have fulfilled a request on time! I really really really have to try doing this if I really want this blog up-to-date. Other than doing requests, I also have one-shots in the works and I’m really really really doing my best, this time, that when I have a story in mind, I should type it down in my phone (since I carry it all the time, obviously). If you also want to request a drabble prompt, check my blog description for the link of the rules.

Other than that, I really love how this one-shot turned out. It’s a pretty wholesome BFF goals kind of thing. Teehee!

Enjoy! ✨

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He ex-vented heavily. From what his optics can see, you were enjoying the company of, yet again, his closest friend, Bumblebee. He couldn’t say if it made it worse when Jetfire and Jetstorm, and even Blurr came into the picture. Ever since Bee befriended those three, it was like they were the best of friends already, playing Bee’s favorite ninja warrior game. And now, they added you in their ‘circle of friends’.

Truth to be told, even before the Elite Guard came to Earth, you, him and Bumblebee were the ‘circle of friends’. Going for a drive and learning more human customs were your favorite things to do as friends.

When the Elite Guard came, though, everything changed. First, it was Bumblebee. When Jetfire and Jetstorm got fascinated with the yellow Autobot’s videogame, they challenged him and Bee obviously took it. Whenever Bulkhead invited his best friend for a drive, he only replied, “Later, Bulky. These twin losers just challenged me for some ninja warrior clashing.”

He was saddened by that, but when you told him that you can have driving all over Detroit with just the two of you, he was ecstatic. He even got to enjoy the stars with you.

Then, Blurr came. He also got fascinated with Bee’s videogame. And the worst part? Bulkhead never gets the chance to ask you to have a drive or go to the park with him anymore because the blue speedster gets to you faster equal to the speed of light!

Whenever this happens, you could see Bulkhead’s disappointed expression. As much as you wanted to decline Blurr’s invitation, he would already transform and open his driver’s seat door. You would just nasally sigh and just get inside his car mode.

And so, those were the times again that Blurr took you to drive and Bumblee was playing that ninja warrior game with Jetfire and Jetsorm. Bulkhead was just at the side, his art tools with him and doing painting. He was trying to paint the three of you together (though as usual, it was abstract-looking). Prowl approached him and observed his work-in-progress.

“I think you should talk to them, Bulkhead,” Prowl remarked. He had observed the big green Autobot to always be sulking at one side. “They’re your friends. I’m sure you’ll be able to work something out.”

Bulkhead grumbled. “I’m okay with Bumblebee spending time with the twins. I’m more worried with (Y/n). I care for (him/her/them), you know.”

“Then go talk to (him/her/them). Because if you don’t, you may grow apart in time.”

“What am I supposed to say? That (he/she/they) (doesn’t/don’t) spend time with me anymore? That I really don’t like Blurr being in the way?” Bulkhead lowered his ‘paintbrush’ and stared at his work solemnly.

“You don’t need to be too forward. No matter what happens, we’re all friends here now and that makes Blurr as (Y/n)’s friend. Just say what you REALLY feel,” Prowl patted his big friend’s shoulder plate. “If you say what you truly feel, it’ll be fine. (Y/n) is important to you so I know you’ll say something that won’t destroy your friendship.” He then smiled.

Bulkhead mimicked the smile. “Thanks, Prowl.”

***

Blurr just got you back in the base and you could’ve swore you wanted to puke again. You always tell him to drive carefully since you were on a road with actual people in their cars. He would listen, but after some time he would speed up.

“That-was-fun-we-should-do-it-again-oh-wait-we-do-this-all-the-time-so-let’s-have-another-go-tomorrow!” Blurr said in his usual fast-paced tone.

“Blurr, you do know I don’t speak your really fast language. Can you repeat that?” you tiringly asked. The blue Elite Guard bot can be a good friend to be with, but if you can’t keep up with his speed, it can get pretty tiring.

“Fine. Let’s have another go tomorrow,” he reiterated, this time, slower and straight to the point.

“Uh… Can I pass that for the time being? I think I’m going to get sick if I do more of those drives you do.”

Blurr shrugged his shoulder plates. “Fine, fine.” He zipped to Bumblebee’s side still playing a videogame with the twins.

Then, Bulkhead spoke, “Hey, (Y/n).”

You turned to him happily. “Oh, hi, Bulky! How have you’ve been?”

He just hummed, a sad tone evident in his vocal chords. You got worried at once.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“I just…” He glanced at Bumblebee’s group then back to you. “I’m just scared that you’re going to get tired of me.”

Your eyes widened. “Why would you think that?”

“Because everyone gets tired of me.” He lowered his helm. “I almost lost Sari back then when Professor Sumdac gave her a Soundwave toy as her new friend during her creation day. Now,” he glanced at Bee’s group again. “I think I’m also losing Bumblebee because of those three.” He looked at you next. “And maybe I could lose you, too, because you’re always with Blurr.”

“Oh, Bulkhead…” You could feel his sadness and anxiety of losing his best friends. You moved closer to him and patted his lower leg joint. “I guess it’s only natural for you to be this worrisome. Well, you don’t need to be so worried, Bulky. One of the things you should take in mind that in life, people come and go, but not true friends. No matter the distance and who we’re with, we’ll always be friends. I may be friends with Blurr and Bumblebee with Jetfire and Jetstorm, but you, me, and him will always have that strong bond of friendship we have with one another. It doesn’t mean that we don’t get to spend time much with you that we got tired of you. Changes are scary, but these also mold us to become better persons. Or, better bots, in your case.” You smiled. “So, all I’m saying, Bulkhead, is that you’ll always be our best friend no matter what.”

“(Y/n)…” Bulkhead’s spark warmed up and he could just shed some coolant in his optics right now.

Then, Bee yelled, “You can’t really defeat the champ, losers! And also, Blurr, STOP PRESSING THE BUTTONS HARD AND FAST! YOU’RE GOING TO DESTROY THE CONTROLLER!”

“That’s-because-I’m-freaking-out-I-couldn’t-win-even-with-my-fast-fingers!” he exclaimed.

Bee just ex-vented. “You know what, you three, you need practice! I’m going out for a drive.”

“We be making sure that practice will defeat you this time!” the twins stated.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, you two.” The yellow Autobot ran to you and Bulkhead. “Hey, you two! Wanna have a drive?” he winked.

You peered at the big military green Autobot with an upward curve on your lips. “See? Eventually, we’ll just come around.”

Bulkhead could feel his faceplates widen into a joyous expression.

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Heyo, everyone!

So to anyone reading this, be it my followers or anyone who stumbled upon this blog, let me just announce that my current fandom is Transformers, most specifically More Than Meets The Eye/Lost Light, Prime, Cyberverse, and Animated. Expect a lot of reader-inserts from this fandom.

I’ve changed the theme of my blog to Transformers-related so that to those TF fans who wanted more reader-inserts with their fave mechs and femmes can check out this blog (I just finished watching TFA so I have a lot of feels for this cartoon series. I really love Jetfire and Jetstorm). I’ve noticed that there’s not much reader-insert content out there for TF (since there’s a lot of canon characters you can just ship with each other) so I’m trying to make my goal to create more reader-inserts for those who just wants to ship themselves with the characters. I also accept OCs (Goodness, I love them OCs so much) so if you want a story for them, I can make you one.

Other than that, I’ll be trying my best to keep this blog up-to-date. I can’t promise, but I’ll try.

Peace out! ✌🏻

P.S. I’ve already written a few TF reader-inserts so just check my MASTER LIST for those contents. It’s not arranged by fandom so you’ll have to look the stories yourself.

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[MTMTE] Tarn x Reader: A Taste of What Is Left

Warning: light torture, some suggestive sexual themes, not-so-much- explicit content (but it’s there)

A/N: RE-UPLOAD! This was supposed to be uploaded here already, but something went horribly wrong when I tried to edit this in the Tumblr app (The contents suddenly disappeared when I made an attempt to edit the tags). Anyway, here is something that I wrote for MTMTE Tarn. I hope I gave his characters some justice.

Dear @yes-i-write-fanfiction​, so, I made a continuation to your “A Taste Of Freedom”. I hope you don’t mind because I’ve only done it. Thank you for writing that fic. It’s a work of art.

Dear Reader, please enjoy the continuation! If you haven’t read the first part, please read it first, though, you may read them separately.

Hope y’all like it! I tried here and I’m sorry if Tarn’s a little… obsessive/possessive/yandere? I kinda like him like that, I guess (?)

I do drabble prompt requests! Check here: 🔖

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You awoke in yet another nightmare. Your face was wet once again with tears. You’ve been crying in your sleep ever since you’ve lost your chance for freedom. You didn’t know at that time why you were so weak to even dodge his large mechanical hand. All you did was move hysterically back and whimpered like a lost child.

Now, here you are again. Back to square one. Worst, that pyscho broke your one leg. He said that was only a light punishment. He warned that if you ever pulled a stunt like that again, he’ll break your other leg. All you could ever do was to cry and sob quietly.

You didn’t want to lose hope. But, goddammit, you felt like it’s futile to even attempt to form an escape plan. While brooding, though, you went back to memory lane, to the time when Tarn first laid eyes on you.

*Flashback*

“(Y/n), do not go anywhere! If danger comes, run! Just run! Don’t look back!” Rodimus ordered you.

“But, Captain…!”

“No, (Y/n)! This is the DJD! They’ll kill you the moment they see you! We’ll hold them off until things pacify down.”

The moment Rodimus exited your habsuite was the time everything went into a killing frenzy. You tried your best to hide in the very dark depths of your room just so you won’t get noticed even if they tried to inspect the room. You were trembling a lot and you tried to calm down by hugging yourself. You used to be a trained soldier, but you weren’t sure why you were shaking this much.

You heard voices outside of your habsuite. They were not familiar to you so you knew that could be the DJD. You never met them, but Ultra Magnus clearly explained who this group was and based on your judgment, they were not a friendly bunch to deal with.

A deep silvery voice spoke, “Find (him/her/them). (He’s/She’s/They’re) here. I can feel (his/her/their) presence.”

A gargle of weird words that even your translator couldn’t understand replied. The deep silvery voice chuckled darkly. He seemed to comprehend the words.

“Oh, Vos, you wouldn’t grasp it at all. Just find (him/her/them)! Have The Pet help you in your search.”

And eventually, they found you

*End of Flashback*

At that time, Tarn told you, in all honesty and proudness, that he was obsessed with you. When he found out that the Lost Light had an organic human onboard, he, at first, planned of squashing you with his large and sharp metal hands. While doing more research on you, though, he found out about your private life and dirty little secrets. Oh, how intrigued he was on that to the point he became so aroused that he tended to self-service on the thoughts he could do to you.

So far, all he ever did was to mass displace and just… touch you. He did admit that he likes – no, loves – how soft you are that it’s so addicting. He also self-services himself just for that.

And now that you were being punished for trying to run from him, he not only broke your leg, but he was taking advantage of your vulnerability. There was at one point that he was teasing you that you watched him moan lewdly and ‘overloaded’ himself just by describing what he wanted to do with you. You felt hot yourself at that time, but resisted (thank the gods for that).

Still, hope lingers in you. You will get out of this mess. Your facial expression changed to determination. He may think you were weak because you were small to his race. But, you have your wits. If you outsmart him right, you may be able to get out of here. This time, for sure.

“How is my love faring well?”

Oh, disgusting. You forgot that Tarn is obsessively (and hopelessly) in love with you. He professed, too, that he got used to your presence that he just wanted you to be there always (and forever); even if he had to ‘punish’ you for your misbehaviors.

Before the whole ordeal of almost tasting freedom, you recalled that he mercilessly killed a bot who snatched you away. You were so relieved at that time, but Tarn being the larger and stronger bot, you were back to him again. He frequented his mass displacement and cuddled with you more after that incident for fear someone will take you away again.

“Still angry?” he cooed.

You scoffed. “You broke my leg, a**hole!”

He tutted. “Now, now, (Y/n), choose your words carefully. I love you, but you must also know how to give me respect.” He mass-displaced and stalked towards you. You slid yourself away from him. Even in his mass displacement, he was still taller than you.

“This time, my dear, dear (Y/n), I’ll finally show my love to you.” He hovered on top of you and leaned forward, whispering to your ear, “I want to feel all of you. Inside.”

Your eyes widened. “Please, Tarn, no… PLEASE, NO!!!”

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Prompt: @ourwritingprompts​’s #164 “Are you flirting with me?” “Well, it’s about time you noticed.” Pairing: With Peter Quill/Star-Lord As requested by @lassini​

A/N: Heyo, everyone! Another request fulfilled and this is the last one! I’m so sorry this took a longer time! I couldn’t find the right motivation to write this (plus work is killing me again), but here it is! I haven’t forgotten about this, teehee. I hope this is to the requester’s liking and I tried to make it sweet and fluffy.

Even though I tend to fulfill a request after a very long time, I still do them so hit me with you requests! Check 🔖 first before you attempt to make one. Please and thank you!

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“Peter, what is this?” you wearily said.

“I can’t find my cassette tape music player. You know how much I love that,” he simply replied.

You breathed out. “Now your music player is missing this time? Why do I get the feeling you like misplacing your stuff, Quill?”

There it goes. You called him by his last name. He knows you’re angry now. If he’s going to be really honest, he likes you a lot. After being rejected by Gamora, he lost his motivation, which affected the team’s decision-making processes. There was at one point that Rocket and Drax revolted at him for being an ineffective leader. Then, there came you. You helped him pulled him through. Though he only wanted to see you as his best friend, there’s always this bubbly feeling inside of his heart whenever you hold his hand or give him a comforting embrace. He can’t deny that he’s definitely in love with you.

But, of course, you’re oblivious. And his attempts of losing his things on purpose was his only way to gain your attention. He already thought of it as really childish and stupid, but hey, at least he gets to spend time with you even more because you and him get to find his missing stuff.

“Look, I’m really sorry for being so clumsy. When my head’s all jumbled up, I tend to misplace my stuff.”

You just stared blankly at him. Ever since he temporarily lost his Quad Blaster, it’s like everyday he always loses his things. And he asks you for assistance in searching for his missing belongings. Of course, you wouldn’t refuse helping out your friend (and captain). However, you now noticed that he may be doing it intentionally.

You raised your forearms up. “Okay, you know what. I had enough of this.” You put them down. “What is it with you and losing your stuff?” You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not my fault I keep losing my possessions.”

“And it’s becoming frequent! I think you’re doing it deliberately.”

“I guess I’m starting to be clumsy,” he grinned.

You gaped. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard. And you know what’s even weirder? You don’t ask for Groot or Mantis or any of our team members. It’s always me that you ask to help you!”

“That’s because they don’t want to help me!”

“That’s ridiculous, Quill! Yeah, sure, Rocket and Gamora wouldn’t help you, but Groot and Mantis? Even if some of us hate you already, they wouldn’t be.”

“W-well…! You’re my best friend so I’m more comfortable with asking for your help!”

You sighed tiringly. “For the love of the universe…! You…!” And then, it hit you. What if Quill is…?

“Are you flirting with me? Is this how you try to attract me to you? Trying to lose your things so that I get to spend time with you more?”

He lowered his head, hiding his blush. “Well, it’s about time you noticed.” He chuckled shyly.

You’re speechless right now. You could feel your own cheeks warming up. You cleared your throat. “So, where’s really your music player?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I let Groot use it for the time being and told him not to say anything if ever you asked him if you saw my cassette music player.”

“Well, that settles it, then.”

“So… What now?”

You haughtily straightened yourself and looked at him with your piercing eyes. “You’re lucky that I like you even if you can be brash and stupid. When’s the date?” You smiled alluringly.

Peter gazed at you. He couldn’t contain the upward curve of his mouth that was almost reaching his ears. You closed in on him and gave him a gentle, but passionate kiss on his lips.

He couldn’t be happier than before.

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[TF Cyberverse] Hot Rod x Technorganic! Reader: The ‘Thing’

A/N: So, TF fans, who here watches TF Cyberverse? Because your author right here does! I actually watched its first season of it (because at that time, I finished watching TF Prime) and when I heard there’s going to be a second season, I am hooked even more. To be honest, I only watched TF Cyberverse because I had nothing to watch anymore. And I got more into it when I divulge myself with the MTMTE/LL comics (It’s Rodimus’s fault that I found out that he’s Hot Rod before and there’s a Hot Rod in Cyberverse so you know what I mean).

Anyway, so, I wrote this one-shot because I love Hot Rod (I might even do a Cyberverse Soundwave one, too, because I also love him). Before you attempt to read this, please make sure that you have watched at least Episode 3 of Season 2 because there’s a spoiler alert here. Otherwise, you may continue onwards.

Also, just imagine that you’re as the same height as Windblade (Cyberverse) because weird science.

And also, this one-shot is a cheesy one so, yeah.

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“Moon… Cheetah?” you reiterated the same words that Bumblebee was also asking about.

“Yeah. A creature with yellow color and black spots,” Bumblebee clarified.

“I know what a cheetah is, Bee, but telling me that you saw one on the moon is highly impossible. No organic life survives there without a helmet. You’ve seen me wear a helmet even though I’m technically like you.” You crossed your arms.

The Autobot scout ex-vented loudly. “I swear I saw that creature…”

“Hey, (Y/n)!” a familiar exhilarating voice reached your ears.

“Oh, hi, Hot Rod,” you monotonously greeted back.

This flame-colored mech would be more tolerable for you if he wasn’t obviously trifling with you. Everywhere you go, he’s always there. He kept on blabbering random things; no offense, most of them you didn’t enjoy. Still, Hot Rod is a sincere and kind-hearted bot like Bumblebee.

“So, Grimlock’s having a party tonight. I was wondering if, you know, you’ll go?” he asked almost shyly (and you find that rather cute).

“Ummm… I guess so? Well, if Windblade’s going, I guess I’ll go.”

You and Windblade were like the best of friends. She was like a sister you never had. Everytime something bothers you, you share it to her secretly. Recently, you told her about your current predicament regarding Hot Rod. She just laughed on it and told you that Hot Rod probably has a ‘thing’ for you, which you actually believed. (You weren’t even sure if that’s a good or bad thing.)

“Windblade’s going!” Hot Rod assured excitedly.

“Oh. Alright. Then I’m going.”

Hot Rod wanted to squeal and jump for joy, but he remained composed and cool. “That’s great! I’ll see you around then!”

“Hey, Hot Rod,” Bumblebee caught his attention. “You didn’t really see the Moon Cheetah?”

“Moon Cheetah? You mean the creature that you told me that you saw on the moon?” He peered at you and you just shrugged your shoulders. He looked at Bumblebee again. “I was there, Bee, and I didn’t see anything.”

Bumblebee frowned. “Awww. I guess I’ll just have to ask Wheeljack. Thanks, you guys.” He transformed in his vehicle mode and sped off.

“I feel bad for him,” you remarked.

“I think he hit his head onto something. Anyway,” Hot Rod turned to you. “Wanna refuel?”

“Is that a date?” You raised a brow.

Hot Rod was flustered all of a sudden. “What?! N-No! I-I mean… Do you think it is?”

Again, just a shrug of your shoulder and you started walking. Hot Rod ex-vented. He felt his cheek plates warming a little and his rotors starting to spin. He didn’t expect you to confirm one of the biggest questions in relationships.

“You coming?” you called to him.

“U-Uh! Y-Yeah!” He jogged to your side.

***

30 minutes later…

There was a beep on Hot Rod’s communication monitor panel. Optimus Prime appeared on the screen, announcing, “Attention, all Autobots. Until further notice, you must keep your distance from Grimlock. He is currently not stable as according to Wheeljack. For the time being, be careful. Prime out.”

“Strange. What do you think happened to Grimsy?” you asked. (And yes, you and Hot Rod were still hanging out together.)

“Not really sure…”

You then heard metal feet fast running towards your direction. It’s Grimlock!

“Grimsy?!” you reached out.

There was no time to process what was going on as both of you weren’t able to get out of his way. You both got ‘magnetized’ as Hot rod got stuck on the Dinobot’s back strut while you were only beside the former. It was like laying on the berth together.

“Whoa! This is awkward!” Hot Rod was nearly yelling.

You were almost blushing as you shifted your head to the side. Your current positions are indeed embarrassing.

“Grimlock, stop!” You heard Windblade’s voice.

The femme bot activated her wings out and sent a flurry of strong winds through her thrusters. Grimlock, however, was slowly moving forward, not attempting to halt. She was, though, interrupted when she, too, was ‘magnetized’ and got stuck at the Dinobot’s back neck cable.

“Heya, Windblade!” Hot Rod acknowledged her happily despite their current situation. “Going to Grimlock’s party later?”

“I was thinking about it!” she answered nonetheless.

“Heard that, (Y/n)? She’s going!”

“Hey, (Y/n)!” Windblade hailed your presence. “Wow, didn’t think you two are a ‘thing’ now.”

You tried to scowl at her. “No, we’re not! Shut up, Windy!”

“We’re not a ‘thing’ yet? I was hoping we are!” Hot Rod was finally going over his confession.

You could just do a facepalm right now. “Now’s not really the time! How are we getting out of here?”

A radio just came into Hot Rod’s chassis and another one at Windblade’s upper shoulder blade. “I’m not really sure! Hopefully Wheeljack knows!” the red winged femme exclaimed.

A small cube box came onto contact on your upper arm (because you’re still made of metal in the inside). “Really now?!” you irately yelled.

“Remind me why we’re all made of metal?!” Hot Rod bemoaned.

Windblade finally instructed Grimlock to get out of the Ark and the latter couldn’t agree more.

***

A blaring alarm went off: “A BLACK HOLE HAS BEEN DETECTED!”

The gravitational pull of the mini black hole was strong as Grimlock tried to keep moving forward. Hot Rod was finally pulled out of the Dinobot, but he was slowly being dragged by the mini black hole.

“Hot Rod!” You and Windblade desperately reached out.

“(Y/n)! Just so you know, I really like you!”

Your eyes only widened whist Windblade screamed, “No!!!”

***

That was a close call. Optimus saved the day, though you and Windblade were still stuck on Grimlock who was still running nonstop inside a force shield. What’s more shocking is that you two would be stuck with Grimlock for the time being until his hyper energetic self wears off by the next day; much to Windblade’s dismay.

“I guess you’ll be stuck there for a while. So, what about an actual date tomorrow?” Hot Rod hopefully grinned, talking to you while you’re still glued onto a running Grimlock inside a force shield.

“Hot Rod, are you-“

“Oh, come on, (Y/n)! He already confessed! Just say yes!” Windblade chided. She knew you liked the flame-colored mech, too. You just didn’t want to admit it yet until you’re sure that he’s ‘the one’.

“Y-Yes! Tomorrow! You pick me up at Wheeljack’s lab,” you finally said.

“Yes!” Hot Rod cheered as he raised his arms ups. “Finally, (Y/n) and I are a ‘thing’ now!”

“Hey, don’t get too excited! I haven’t said anything yet!” you defended.

Optimus only smiled. Wheeljack guffawed. Bumblebee gave his friend a thumb’s up. Now everyone’s happy.

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writing prompt 101 with MTMTE Megatron please? Bonus if the reader is the one saying "you're tolerable". Thank u!

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Prompt: @ourwritingprompts’s #101 “I love you.” “You’re tolerable.” || Pairing: With MTMTE Megatron ||| As requested by a mysterious Anon

A/N: Hey, guyths!!! Long time no see, right? I’m so sorry for not being able to update anything. I got really busy with work and I always ended up watching TV series during my free time. But, here it is! Another request fulfilled and updated! Finally, I’ve actually done something! So, as you can all read, this is a drabble prompt about MTMTE Megsy and I really hope that the dear anon (whoever you are, if you’re still out there) will be able to like this. I’m proud to say that the poem y’all going to encounter was inspired by William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29. Anyone familiar about this will probably recognize that I borrowed one of the playwright’s lines in there. Anyway, enjoy this one and if you want a prompt request, make sure to check this 🔖 first before making any attempts. Godspeed!

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Budget meeting… How boring… You yawned practically for the fourth time now, trying to focus your attention on the different graphs displayed on the screen. The words were Cybetronian, but thanks to Brainstorm, you were given hi-tech glasses where the foreign words were automatically translated to your native language.

Ultra Magnus was still blabbering. You already wanted to end this, but knowing him, he can get pretty long. You already saw Rodimus playing with his datapad since you can see his tongue (whatever the Cybertronian equivalent term for that is) sticking out to which your TIC was completely ignoring. You turned your attention to your SIC, Megatron, who was diligently listening to the report. Well, good for him because as the selected liaison of Earth, you were tasked to keep an eye on him (and the rest of the Lost Light crew as well). You were like keeping the diplomatic relations between the ex-warlord and the crew (and also making sure that he’s not going to plan on invading Earth again). So far, it seemed everything’s fine.

You puffed out a breath and kept on wishing that this meeting would be over soon.

***

Megatron kept shifting his attention between Ultra Magnus’s report and to you. Actually, he mostly focuses on you when you were not looking at him. It had been six months since you came on board of the Lost Light. To admit that it was love at first sight that pulled his attentiveness towards you was an understatement; too cliché even. But, that was the truth. His brain module was like malfunctioning crazily just the thought of you.

If you think he was taking notes of Ultra Magnus’s report in his datapad, believe it or not, he was actually composing a poem; a love poem, to be exact. He had been arranging this for a while now and edited and repeated it many times. At first, he wanted to constitute the idea of your beauty. However, it turned foreboding that he had to entirely make another one. He tried again and it was still perturbing. He can’t seem to shake the fact that he was and will always be the mass murderer who everyone would associate with.

That’s why he always had this feeling that he didn’t deserve to be loved; that he didn’t deserve to have your love especially because he tried to kill your planet.

***

I long for a different path or route

Though it seems that I can’t have that at all

For I look at myself, I curse my fate

For how I wish I can have your love–

‘No, no! Don’t ever put that!’ Megatron mused. He was once again back to square one. His previous poem was a disaster. It was like he was pining over you on it and it frustrated him. He didn’t want to long over you because he knew couldn’t have you. It was impossible, after all.

After the meeting, he went back to his habsuite quickly. He had to find more inspiration on how he could express his adoration without looking like he actually wanted you in his life (though he really wanted that). He grumbled. He didn’t even know why he had to stress over this when he can always tend to other things.

‘You know what, forget about this. It won’t matter-‘ His thoughts were interrupted when his habsuite doorbells rang. He knew immediately who it was since that doorbell was designed only for you so that they could open their large doors for you.

He ex-vented anxiously and tried to remain calm.

‘Everything’s going to be fine, Megatron,’ he told himself and pushed a button to open his door.

***

You waved at him with a smile. After the meeting, you thought he went to the bar. You searched for him, but didn’t catch sight of him. You were delayed a bit when Tailgate scooped you up in an embrace and cooed you to hang out with him and Cyclonus. You told him that you needed to check on Megatron, which you were returned with an, “Awww! But, (Y/n)…!” It was a good thing that Cyclonus saved you and dragged Tailgate away from you. You sighed in relief at that time.

“I didn’t see you at the bar so I came in here,” you said. “Just wanted to check up on you. Are you okay? I feel like you’re being a little distant or something.”

***

That surprised him. “No, no! Not at all! I was just…” He was looking for an excuse. “I… needed to summarize Ultra Magnus’s report. It was rather long and Rodimus needs a more simplistic explanation of it.” Finally, he found one.

Just gazing at your innocent expression, his brain module was being frantic again. How he come to love any expressions you give to him was out of context and yet, he came to adore those.

He waited for your answer.

***

You nodded your head slowly. “I see. So, I guess you’re busy then. But, do drop by at Swerve’s once you’re done. It’s not like everybody hates you now. They already know you’ve completely changed. And if some of them don’t, I’ll have to remind them.”

Megatron smiled sheepishly. “That’s very nice of you, (Y/n). Yes, I am aware that everyone, if not all, doesn’t hate me that much anymore. I’m just… busy at the moment.” He loathed to lie like this, but for some reasons, he had to.

He saw you beamed. “Okay. I’ll see you then.” He longingly watched you walk away from him. Unconsciously, his lip plate was reaching upwards even more.

‘I think I just found my inspiration.’

***

I long for a different path or route,

Though it seems that I can’t have that at all,

For I look at myself, I curse my fate,

Wishing to myself that there could be hope,

To desire to be everybody else,

Desiring this to have done something good,

With my past, I enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

I see your smile almost so radiating,

Like those clichéd romantic comedies,

Just thinking of you is enough for me

You amaze me every day of my life,

For your sweet love remembered such wealth brings,

That I scorn to think who I was before.

You read the poem over and over. It actually surprised you that he would do you a sonnet and that just warmed your heart. He didn’t say outright that “I love you”, but you got the idea that he couldn’t say it because he was afraid to say it. He feared his past as a murderer of billions of lives and thought he didn’t earn to have such caring feelings to anyone except for redemption. You knew he had come a long way and he proved to have really changed for the better.

You can’t say for certain if you could return his feelings, but, what the hell. He needs this and you’ll give it to him.

***

You were in an another meeting, this time, accident reports. Ultra Magnus is taking the lead again (because he couldn’t persuade Rodimus to do the reporting, for the life of him). As the boring reporting went on, you sent a message to Megatron.

***

Megatron’s datapad vibrated.

You have (1) message(s) from (Y/n).

As he was about to open it, another vibration occurred.

You have (2) message(s) from (Y/n).

He finally opened it.

(Y/n):

Thanks for that poem. You really didn’t have to do that. :)

“You’re tolerable” by the way

He replied,

What does that mean?

Not mere seconds later, there was an instant response.

(Y/n):

Uh… It means what it means. I felt the same

And from that moment, you were able to gaze at one another with huge smiles on your faces.

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Prompt: @ourwritingprompts’s #163 “I’m an emotional wreck.” “It’s okay, you’re a cute emotional wreck.” Pairing: With Peter Quill/Star-Lord As requested by @nighthood13

A/N: Request fulfilled! 😆 I know some of you think I can’t fulfill a request for the life of me, but I’m trying bit by bit. I actually have 3 requests in my list right now. Since I’m done with this one, I’m still accepting 8 more. For more info on the prompt request, go to this 🔖

I hope this is to your liking. I tried to make Quill as cute as he can be, but I feel like I have better plans for him. 😅 Anyway, enjoy!

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It just felt like yesterday. At that time, there was an emotion inside of you that you felt so weak. Next, you felt your heart palpitating and your brain malfunctioning. You then noticed that your hands were turning into dust and the last thing you saw was Peter looking at you terrifyingly. He probably ran over to you because you didn’t know what happened afterwards.

Darkness… That was what you sensed on that moment. You finally knew how death was and you became scared to hell. Once everything went back to normal after five years, it never was the same for you. You frequently had nightmares. The worst part was hearing about Gamora not coming back ever because, according to Quill, Thanos killed her for the soul stone. That devastated you even more since the green-skinned female was one of your closest friends. You could say that you two were like sisters. You always saw her in your dreams, mostly being ceased of her life or saying her goodbyes. You wanted to believe that those weren’t true, but the truth was already set in front of you. All you could do was weep.

A few lives were traded just to bring humanity back. You heard Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff were one of those ‘heroes’. You didn’t know what happened to Captain America himself because no one would tell you.

In your case, Sam Wilson was the one who helped you in treating your so-called PTSD. Peter assisted you along the way as he tried to ask The Falcon of your condition. Sam tried, but Peter couldn’t help in bursting in anger just because he didn’t understand a word that was explained to him. Maybe the stress was also affecting him since Gamora was gone.

After six months of treatment, you were back to your old self. You were always so tough and a risk-taker. You finally accepted that Gamora was truly gone and realized that the only thing you can do was to honor her sacrifice and move forward.

You and Peter were actually helping one another in the coping process. You felt closer to him. You found him adorable at one point when he sensed that you had a panic attack. He was really worried and you assured him that you were fine. He didn’t buy that and still kept fretting over you.

The Guardians were back in doing space exploration, plus with an additional new ‘recruit’. Thor decided to tag along and so, there wasn’t a time that Peter and he would argue of who has the better leadership skills.

“Look, Thor. I only decided to have you in my ship because I felt very pity,” Peter debated.

“Listen here, Star-whatever-you-call-yourself, I may not be worthy of being the ruler of Asgard, but I am worthy of being a good leader. That’s one of the reasons why Mjölnir and Stormbreaker chose me,” the God of Thunder countered.

Peter laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, right. So that means the Milano chose me to captain her. My ship chose me so I’m worthy to be her captain.”

Thor squinted. “Your ship is a female?”

Peter groaned loudly. “You know what, just don’t do anything.”

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

Peter just rolled his eyes and walked to your area where you were tinkering with some stuff.

“He’s really persistent,” you remarked.

“And he’s annoying the hell out of me. Ever since he came, it’s never quiet here.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Well, he’s at least entertaining.”

“I don’t get his jokes. Only Rocket laughs with him.”

You quietly giggled and continued on fixing your weapons.

“You know, I’m proud of you,” Peter said.

You looked at him quizzically. He continued on, “We’ve been through a lot with that war with Thanos. Dying just like that… You should try imagining what Rocket had been through. Five years without us… He survived that.”

“Yeah, I know… But, it was still different being able to die. All I felt was just pure darkness.”

“I guess that afterlife thing wasn’t true at all, huh?” Peter attempted to make a joke.

You just smiled on that one.

The ship shook excessively. You and Peter were alerted at once. You two went to the Flight Deck to see what was going on.

“What just happened?” Peter asked, casting his eyes at the space beyond.

“We’ve got company!” Rocket announced as another collision came into contact with the Milano.

“Enemy ships?!” you confirmed.

“Nu-uh, sweet cheeks! Asteroids!”

“Great! I leave you to drive the ship and we already have asteroids flying all over us!” Peter chided as he perched himself on the co-captain’s seat.

“Oh wow! I didn’t know this became all my fault!” Rocket retorted.

“I am Groot! (Look out!)” Teenaged Groot pointed forward as a large asteroid was barreling directly at them.

Rocket turned the ship too late as the big chunk of rock hit the left wing. A red alert instantly flashed, declaring for immediate landing.

“Nearest planet, anyone?!” Peter yelled.

You quickly checked the computer at the third seat. “Lithios! Sending in the coordinates!”

“Prepare for a hard landing, losers!” Rocket declared.

***

You loudly gasped and started scrambling up on your feet. You started to sprint to who-knows-where. Everything you see were all different shades of purple and it was making your head hurt more. You felt like you were seeing things. Right now, you think you just saw Gamora standing at the distance. Your heart was starting to pulsate and you were wheezing aggressively. You finally gave into the anxiety attack as you laid on the ground, curling and sobbing like a baby.

Someone was calling out to you, but you were in deaf ears. It was like going back to that void again.

“(Y/n)! Hey, (Y/n)! I’m here!” Peter was trying to get your attention. You weren’t budging, still staring straightforward and crying nonstop. He held your shoulders tightly and gently as he moved you to face him. He focused on you. “Hey, you’re okay, alright? You’re okay. Everything’s fine.”

You wept noisily and embraced him. He returned it and soothed you.

***

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“For what?” Peter questioned.

You sighed heavily. “That I’m an emotional wreck.”

You finally met up with the rest of the Guardians. You were all sitting on the ground with a purple fire burning at the center. Apparently, Lithios is a crystal mining planet, though, the crystals here were the purple-colored ones. Rocket said Lithios crystals were worth 100,000 credits per piece; the bigger the size, the higher the price. Thor, though, went to find his own area.

“So what?” Peter seemed disinterested with your answer.

You narrowed your brows. “Don’t you get it? I looked like I was falling apart back there. I could have gotten myself killed if this planet was a dangerous one. I could’ve let the team down just because I could’ve had a tragic way to die.”

“But you are still here and you did not die,” Drax commented as he sipped on a gooey-looking soup.

You fought the urge not to roll your eyes. “Yes, Drax, I am still alive and kicking. I was only sharing a scenario.”

Drax’s eyelids drooped. “You are not kicking. You are sitting right there.”

You finally bowled your eyes whilst exhaled a breath as Peter chuckled and spoke, “But, really, it’s okay. You’re a cute emotional wreck, anyway.”

All of the Guardians including yourself stared at him. Peter froze and flickered his eyes from one member to the other and vice versa.

“What?” he queried.

“I think I need to clean my ears. Did I hear ya right, Star-munch?” Rocket opined as he tried to clean his one ear with his pinky paw finger.

Mantis, who was sitting beside Peter, held his back hand and felt a strange euphoria coursing through her antenna. The Terran immediately swatted his hand away from her.

“You are in love,” Mantis concluded.

Peter laughed dryly. “Okay, that’s just funny. First of all, I am not.”

“Is it hard to deny that you are in love with (Y/n)?” Drax went straight to the point.

Peter gaped at him. “I am not, okay? (Y/n)’s like a sister to me, that’s it.”

“Right,” Rocket drawled, signifying that he didn’t believe him.

Peter huffed and attempted to change the topic. “Anyway, we should be worrying about the ship. Rocket, when can we expect full functionality of the Milano?”

Rocket brushed his shoulders up and down. “I don’t know. It could take weeks or, worst, months if we don’t have the materials we need. Just look at the ship. We have a broken left wing and I’m not sure if I can fix that easily.”

“Find a way. We can’t stay here for too long.”

Rocket grunted. “I’ll do what I can. But you do have a point. We can’t stay here long.”

And their conversation prolonged. Groot peered at you and gave a small smile. “I am Groot. (He likes you.)”

You returned the upward curve on your lips. “I hope so. I really do hope so.” You gazed at the Star-Lord longingly.

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John Wick x Reader: Start of Something New (FINAL)

A/N: This is it, guyths! This is the final chapter for this John Wick reader-insert. 🥰 Thank you so much for the love and support for this one! I really hope that the 4th installment of the John Wick franchise would be much much better than the third (and more intriguing story, please). Anyway, a second series was already in the works for this reader-insert so expect for that to be published soon.

Enjoy the finale! 😊

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⇇ CHAPTER 1

⟸ CHAPTER 5

“Hey, you awake now?”

You opened your eyes. Helen was smiling at you, continuous beeping coming from the hospital monitors. You stirred your head from different directions as if you were searching for someone.

“He’s not here.”

You turned your attention back to her. She pressed on, “He’s at home right now. He said he’ll be back.”

You licked your lips and cleared your throat. “I’m not really looking for him...”

Helen laughed weakly and drawled out, “Right.”

You just gave a small beam. She spoke again, “I have a favor to ask.”

The upward curve of your lips faded slowly, feeling the sadness starting to envelop you. You didn’t want to utter out anything because you didn’t want for her to continue, but she did, anyway.

“Let’s face the fact that this illness of mine is eating me away already.”

“Stop...” your voice was beginning to quiver.

“(Y/n), there’s only one thing I want you to do for me.”

You pursed your lips to contain your weeping. You knew Helen’s life was inevitable. No matter how much you were in denial, she will eventually disappear forever. You can only honor her wishes, whatever it may be.

“Please love John.”

You gaped at her, tears streamed your cheeks to your jaw. “Helen, I can’t-“

“Please, (Y/n). He needs it. Once I’m gone, he’ll be all alone. I actually have a little companion for him, but I think your love will get him through and give him hope.”

You shook your head. “This is impossible. You know I don’t like him.”

“(Y/n), no matter who he is and what’s his past, give him your heart fully. If you get to know him better, you’ll see how lonely he was. He needs you. I want the two of you to be happy.”

-

Your eyes flickered to open. You heard the hotel telephone ringing loudly in the room. You rose half of your body groggily and examined the room. It was purely a mess. You remembered at once what had happened here.

The phone kept ringing and your head was starting to pound with the repetitive noise. You wobbly stood and marched to it.

“Hello?” your voice sounded sleepy.

“Miss (L/n), I am to inform you that your new room is ready. Do you need assistance in carrying your things?” the concierge informed.

You scanned the room with your eyes again. You were beyond prepared. You didn’t even know how you even slept so relaxingly. Maybe the tiredness beat you to it.

You told him, “I’ll let you know if I’m about to leave.”

“Noted, Miss (L/n).”

You put the phone down and huffed forcefully. You tried to remember what happened with John last night. You talked to him about something, but you couldn’t recall what it was. For some odd reasons, you just fell asleep.

You shook your head. The events after the assassination attempt thing became vague. You just fixed yourself up. Upon doing so, you noticed some purple marks on your neck. It didn’t hurt much, but it made you hiss in pain. You made sure to wear a scarf to cover it up.

When everything was set and packed, you phoned the concierge that you’ll be going down to retrieve the room key.

As you made your exit, you heard another set of glass shattering. It was coming from the room just across, situated at the end of the hallway. You dare didn’t move until the door was unlocked that you budge back quickly inside of your same room. You were hoping that you weren’t caught.

Perkins eyed the door to John Wick’s room. She knew that you’re still in there. She can use you as bait to lure him. She hid the silencer behind her and approached the door slowly. She held the knob and pressed her ear on the door. You, on the other hand, tried to calm yourself. You made sure not to position in front of the hinged entrance as you know it can never deflect bullets. You pressed yourself against the wall near it, trying not to panic or hyperventilate out of too much uneasiness.

The female assassin turned the knob, but wasn’t able to open it freely for another assassin came and interrupted.

“Perkins, what’re you doing?” Jacob inquired.

She faced the man at once. “Oh, Jacob, I should be asking that question,” she stated blandly.

He hummed suspiciously. “Right. Did you look yourself on the mirror? You’re bleeding all over your beautiful face. If you’re going to the doctor, their floor is somewhere else.”

She blinked. “Of course! You’re right! I am going to the doctor. Isn’t this the right floor?”

“Your head must have hit something hard. Come along then, I’ll take you to the concierge and accompany you to the right place.”

Perkins internally groaned. But, she gave a tight smile. “Thank you, Jacob. You’re always a gentleman.” She hid the gun behind her without arousing suspicion and followed him to the elevator, much to her dismay.

Once you felt that everything was clear, you slightly unbarred the door and peeked through. It seemed safe now, but you also have a feeling that not-so-good things happened in that room. So, with your little curious mind, you checked it out.

The entry was closed. You gently turned the handle and, surprisingly, it was unlocked. You entered with caution. The room had the same design as yours, but smaller in size. There was only one bed and you loudly gasped in horror upon witnessing what it was on it.

A fresh dead body...

As instinct, you ran out and into your room. You called the reception desk and reported the incident, stuttering while doing so. Afterwards, you sprinted towards the bathroom and puked.

‘There goes my last meal...’ you joked in your thoughts.

***

Men in black suits came. You even saw the concierge entering the room. You were standing at your doorway, wrapping your arms around your shaking body. It was not usual to see dead bodies so witnessing one made your stomach lurch into vomit mode.

An old middle aged man came closer to you.

“You must be (Y/n) (L/n),” he said. His voice was deep and formal as if he was addressing a royalty.

“Y-Yes,” you confirmed nervously.

“Jonathan told me things about you,” he continued.

“Like what?” You were now cautious.

“That you are his personal assistant.”

You ghosted an exhale of relief as your shoulders relaxed. “That I am.”

He nodded his head slowly. “I see. However, I didn’t believe him.”

You raised a brow. “Why’s that?”

He smiled amusingly. “Oh, my dear, I know Jonathan very well. He prefers to work alone. He may have taken a prodigy, but never an assistant. Did he ever tell you what even an ‘assistant’ means in this world?”

“I never consider to ask him. I just thought it had something to do with the typical secretarial work.”

He puffed a breath. “Oh, that Jonathan... It really is personal,” he murmured.

You narrowed your brows in confusion. He continued, “An ‘assistant’ in the criminal underworld means a cleaner. It means you dispose of bodies like as if no killings happened at all. You are called an ‘assistant’ because you work solely for your employer only. No one is allowed to use your services unless your employer permits you to.”

Your eyes widened and mouth agape.

Yeah, it would make sense why this old man didn’t believe John telling him that you were his ‘assistant’. You already looked fragile; someone who couldn’t get used to seeing dead bodies.

“Okay,” was all you could say.

The two of you stared at each other, neither really giving off any intimidation. The old man spoke first,

“Winston.” He held his aged hand out for a shake. “I am the manager of this hotel.”

You gently held your hand on his. “It’s nice meeting you.”

“I want to thank you for reporting the incident.” He released his hand. “Do you know who did this?”

“I think it’s that woman whom John was acquainted. She just barged in our room and tried to kill John and even me.” You removed your scarf to reveal the faint purple bruise on your neck. “She tried to strangle me.” You circled the scarf back.

Winston already had an idea who it was. But, he still asked, “Do you have a name of this woman?”

You thought for a moment until you harked back to it, “I heard a name. Perkins. I think that’s it.”

Winston crunched his brow up. “Are you sure about that? Didn’t Jonathan mention her name?”

You shook your head. “No. I didn’t even try asking him when we first met her while checking in the hotel.”

He nodded his head again then smiled at you again. “Thank you once again, (Y/n). You’re such a tender young lady. I’m quite downhearted that Jonathan didn’t give us the chance to meet.”

You gave a sheepish beam. “John wouldn’t let me out of the room. In truth, I would be rebellious about that, but for the time being, I follow what he says.”

“You’re understanding about that. Take care of him. He deserves someone good in his life.”

“I’m only his second.”

“I know.” He patted your shoulder. “Charon will lead you to your new room. We’ll take care of everything here.”

You did what he said. The concierge escorted you to your new room.

***

15 hours went by... John was standing on a railing of a bridge. This was the place where he and Helen had their first date. In one of his hands, he had that picture of you and Helen, all smiles for the camera. He looked at you two longingly. It was still difficult for him to accept that his first love and best friend was forever gone. But, he was perhaps given the chance to love again when you and him finally got the chance to know one another. It was early to say that he was in love all over again and if you actually had feelings for him. Yet, he found it endearing that you showed so much care despite his line of work. He found genuine kindness for a woman to be one of the qualities he adored. That’s why he loved Helen so much. He may as well trust his poor and fragile heart to you.

The pitbull pup whined. He sensed his new master’s sadness and wanted to comfort him. John stared at his new pet who also looked at him. This gray pup was in an animal shelter and was scheduled to be euthanized. Poor thing looked really downtrodden upon knowing he would be mercifully killed. So, John adopted him. He might even give comfort to you.

This was not to replace Daisy, but having another companion whenever he’s not around may save you from your loneliness. He already felt guilty of always leaving you in the hotel with only by yourself that it worried him all the time.

The pup barked. John assured him, “Don’t get too excited there, buddy. We’re going home.” He checked the time on his watch and felt dejected when his watch had a crack. The second hand was barely even moving. He exhaled sadly. He really loved this simple black leathered watch that he always wore. It was another memorable gift from his beloved.

He then looked at the distance. “Goodbye, my love. But know that this will never be a forever.” He glimpsed at the photo in his fingers and brushed his lips on it. He pocketed it in his coat compartment. “Time to go home, bud,” he told the dog to which he barked excitedly.

Finally, Iosef was dead, so was Viggo. He’ll finally get his retirement and start over again with his new dog (which he’ll have to think of a name; he’ll probably let you do the naming) and with you.

***

He came back to the hotel. Unfortunately, he incurred the same injuries and bruises.  Upon reaching the reception counter, the concierge spoke, “She is at Room 780.” His eyes diverted to the pitbull who yawned. “Purchased a new pet after a hard day’s work, haven’t you, Mr Wick?”

“Saved this one is the right term. It’s a gift for her.”

The concierge curved his lips upwards. “She would definitely love this dog.”

“Thank you, Charon. Have a good evening.”

“You as well, Mr Wick.”

***

You heard that familiar knock. You rushed to the door and opened it at once. He was standing there. He didn’t even bother going to the doctor. He probably didn’t call for one, either. You noticed he was holding some sort of leash. Your eyes traveled to a medium-sized adorable gray pitbull puppy and you melted right away.

“John, where did you-“

“It’s for us.”

You glanced at him and focused on him. He added, “I know it’s not going to replace Daisy, but-“

“He’s perfect,” you cut in him. You then lovingly enveloped your arms around his neck. “Welcome home.”

He wrapped his arms tightly and softly around you. “We’re home.”

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John Wick x Reader: Start of Something New (5)

A/N: Hello again! 😆 It’s been a week ever since I’ve updated this one. Again and again, thank you so much for loving the series! I’ve actually started the 2nd series for this one, but I’m taking my updates slow and peasy in case changes occur in the chapters that I wrote in advance so far. Just so you know, if you spread the love for this blog to more fans out there, we’re going to reach 200 followers soon! Just 2 more to go! 😀 So please tell your friends and mutuals about this blog! I just don’t write for John Wick, but I also write for other fandoms like Assassin’s Creed and Marvel.

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⇇ CHAPTER 1

⟸ CHAPTER 4

He hailed a ‘special cab’ and gave the driver a gold coin.

“The Continental,” he simply instructed.

The driver tipped his flat cap and replied, “Of course, Mr Wick.”

The drive felt longer. He managed to patch his shoulder injury and held his wounded left side with his right hand. He pulled out a photo in his coat jacket using his free one and lingered his eyes on it. It was a photo of you and Helen ten years ago. The sides of your mouth were curved upward, exposing your teeth. Helen showed a same facial expression. You two were happy in here and this was taken before Helen met him. He briefly brushed his thumb on her then took his time on gazing on you. You were so beautiful and innocent on the picture. You didn’t deserve to be involved in all of these. Revenge clouded his judgment and his fear of losing you got the better of him. He could’ve sent you to a faraway country and erased any connections between you and Helen. He could’ve saved you from all the terrible things that were happening, but even he was aware that there was no time.

You didn’t take the information well about him being an assassin. Nevertheless, you remained unperturbed and still attended to him; probably because you didn’t know who to rely on anymore other than him.

He painfully hissed. His condition was getting worse and the last thing he wanted to do was him getting badly injured and staining his clothes, just like you said that he indeed was like crap right now. He didn’t want you to fret over him anymore. You had enough of grief and worry for a day.

***

He finally reached the hotel. He limped his way to the reception counter, the concierge already watching him as he moved closer.

John requested, “I need a doctor. But I’m doing it elsewhere this time. I don’t want (Y/n) to worry over me.”

The concierge responded, “It will be done, Mr Wick. Please wait a moment while I make the call.”

He waited patiently even though the need for medical attention was urgent. The concierge announced to him, “Proceed to Floor A and find Room 118.”

“Thank you.” Before he went on his way, he asked first, “How is she?”

The concierge answered, “She is doing well. Though, I am concerned for her emotional well-being. Despite that, she is strong-willed. If you actually want to keep her safe, Mr Wick, I suggest watching out for Jacob Fortuna. He seems to find Miss (Y/n) interesting.”

John internally growled. Jacob Fortuna was like the male version of Perkins: cold, deadly, and conniving. He also had a personal vendetta against him. John swore he and Perkins may perhaps be siblings.

He notified the concierge that Mr Fortuna will be dealt with if he appeared threatening to you. He’ll have to advise you, too, not to interact with the man anymore. He then marched away to tend to his medical urgency.

***

You were reading “Murder on the Orient Express” by Agatha Christie. You actually find it ironic that the theme of the book was about killing, death and revenge, which may as well describe your situation right now. You didn’t even know why you’re reading this book in the first place.

There was a knock on the door; a familiar knock at that. There was only one person whom you knew taps the door twice. You put down the book and went to open it.

“Hey,” John greeted faintly.

You blew out a tired air through your nose. “Really, John? Didn’t I tell you to be careful?”

“I tried. I’m sorry.” He entered the room, still limping. His wounds were already stitched up. It was just a matter of drinking some painkillers in case it got too tough on him.

“Take a quick shower before you rest. Leave your clothes in the bathroom. I’ll take care of it. If you’re hungry, there’s food on your bedside table.”

He just nodded then laid his eyes on you for a short moment.

The last time he saw you having a lighthearted expression was when Daisy came into your lives. She gave hope to the both of you. Not everyone understood Daisy’s importance in your lives; that she wasn’t just a dog. You didn’t even try stopping him for going after that bastard Iosef, who was still in hiding and on the run. If you thought of telling him to just give up and move on, you probably didn’t have the courage to say it to him; perhaps, even you were having a hard time doing so because you also might’ve felt being taken away from your loved one.

He stopped his thoughts and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

***

You helped him lay on his bed. You then kneeled beside him and held his free hand, focusing your eyes on him.

“The doctor must’ve given you painkillers. Where are they?” you queried softly.

John exhaled tiredly. “They’re in my coat pocket.”

You bobbed your head and rose to your feet. You kissed his forehead. When you turned, your hand was clasped firmly and you glanced at him. He surveyed you.

“Don’t ever talk to Jacob Fortuna. He’s as dangerous as I am,” he said cautiously.

You huffed. “The receptionist told you?”

“I’m just worried.”

You wiggled your hand from his hold, which he gently released. “I’ll be fine.” You proceeded to the bathroom to collect his medication and sort out his blood-stained clothes.

You slightly shut the door and scanned his clothing. You would gladly burn these out, but this was one of his favorite suits so you couldn’t do much of it. You crouched and searched for the painkillers. When you did so, you also got a hold onto another thing. It was some sort of paper, a little crumpled that was folded in two. You slowly took it and your breathing hitched. It was a picture of you and Helen. You remembered that this was taken when you were finally graduating from your Master’s Degree. Helen was really happy in here.

The hotel phone rang, not without a glass shattering along with it. You whipped your head to the door, now on high alert.

“John?” You quickly made to the door and out of the bathroom. “Are you-“

You were cut short when someone just tumbled inches in front of you. You shrieked. A young woman locked eyes on you. You instantly recalled that she was the patron who interacted with John in less than no time at all. What is she even doing in here?!

She was about to lunge at you (and you backed away) as John collided with her. Your instincts told you to get the pepper spray and assist him. For God’s sake, he was just recovering from his abrasions!

You moved quickly to your bed and got a grasp on your mighty protection tucked under your pillow. You saw your opportunity as the woman lost her balance and you briskly dispersed the pepper spray on her face. She roared, but she was able to pounce onto you as she coiled her hands on your neck. You gasped as you tried to get her grip away from you. John was able to wrap a cloth on her face to which she immediately released her tight hold on your neck. You coughed and wheezed, sniffing aggressively on sweet oxygen. John threw the woman on the other side of the room, a glass wall broken into pieces.

She was unconscious temporarily. John came to your side at once. The phone was still ringing nonstop.

“You okay?” his voice quivered slightly.

You wheezed again. “I’m fine…” The phone kept reverberating and it’s annoying the hell out of you already. “Can you please answer the phone?”

John did so. “Yes?”

The concierge wanted to confirm about noise complaints in the floor you were residing in. John plainly explained the situation, but kept it vague. You heard a door being opened and you peered to it. You saw the woman crawling her way out.

You called to John quietly, pulling the sleeve of his now dirtied white shirt to get his attention. You nudged your head towards the door. He was cognizant of it quickly.

“I’ll have to call you back,” he said as he put down the handset. “Stay here,” he enjoined you and retrieved the gun on the floor.

You didn’t know what was happening outside. You shakily stood and sat on the edge of your bed. You were scared for sure though, honestly, you didn’t know what to feel anymore. This wasn’t your world and if you can just run away, you’ll do so in a heartbeat.

If only that was possible…

***

“I’ve requested to move you in a new room.”

You weren’t saying anything, just staring into space.

“It’s going to be safe. She won’t know where you are.”

You still didn’t open your mouth to speak, still looking blankly ahead.

“Hey.” John gently shrugged you by your shoulder, which made you flinch. You looked at him.

“Did you even-“

“You just got hurt and now you’re leaving?” you interrupted. There was little anger in your voice.

John sighed loudly. He was already in his usual suit and tie with his long hair slicked back. He still had those recovering scars on his face, but you couldn’t deny that he still looked handsome.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I know this all feels rushed, but-“

He was intervened again by you. “Yes, John, it does feel rushed!” You stood and faced him. “I feel so stressed with everything! I can’t go out, someone’s trying to kill you, and now I’m all alone again because you’re leaving again!” Tears were falling off your eyes. “How can you be so selfish? Helen’s gone and so is Daisy and all you ever think is taking revenge. What about me, John? Do you think I wanted this? Do you ever think of my well-being other than my safety?” You sobbed hard.

John suddenly pulled you in his arms. He didn’t even know what to say. It was true that he only thought of getting repayment for Daisy’s ‘murder’ and thought of getting you in a safe place. He was perhaps selfish not to consider your own feelings with all of these.

He wanted to get out of this already, but he was so close now. He just wanted to end the Tarasovs.

“I promise,” he whispered. “once this is all over, I won’t go back. I’ll treat you right, just the way how I treated Helen.” He brushed his lips on the top of your head and his arms wrapped more protectively around you.

You tried to stop from crying, but just thinking about him leaving you was making it harder for you. You coiled your arms firmly around him as well.

“Please don’t go…” you pleaded.

How he wished. For your own sake, though, he reassured you, “I won’t go anywhere.”

***

He offered you a glass of water to which you drank the whole content. You asked him to sit beside you and he did so. He tenderly rested your head on his shoulder and softly stroke the side of which. Your eyes were starting to get heavier for each passing second. Without you noticing, you were already asleep.

John paid attention to your breathing. Once he knew you were not going to be disturbed for an hour, he fixed you properly on the sofa bed, placing a smooth blanket over you. He murmured an apology again. He didn’t want to put sleeping pill powder in your drink, but he didn’t have any other choice.  He started the ‘war’ with the Tasarovs; he had to end it permanently. He affixed his forehead to yours, trying to memorize your peaceful features. He touched your cheek one last time like as if it was going to be his last then slung a leather shoulder bag. He looked longingly at you.

He truly and deeply cared for you. He just had to finish what he started.

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FINAL CHAPTER ⟹

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Love your John Wick series so far. I can’t wait to read more!!

Awww! 😍 Thank you so much, little anon! The series will be ending soon and a second one will be coming very soon. Once again, I’m so so happy to hear that you’re loving it. 🥰