#I really need to fill out some of the ideas I have for them

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Seashells & Sparks

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff, pregnancy, family bonding, beach fun, soft domestic Simon, protective big brother Tommy, warm fuzzies

Author’s Note: Enjoy more Tommy, Simon and Grandpa price!!!

Summary: A weekend beach trip is just what your little family needs—between sandcastles, bump kisses, and marshmallow-sticky fingers, everyone’s adjusting to the idea of a new baby in the sweetest ways.

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Tommy was out of his car seat before the truck had fully stopped, holding his sand bucket in one hand and his goggles in the other like he was about to take on Poseidon himself.

“Tommy,” Simon warned gently, laughing as the little boy bounced in place, waiting for permission to charge the sand dunes. “Shoes off first, mate.”

“I’m gonna build the biggest sandcastle ever,” Tommy declared as he tugged off his sneakers, “with a dragon moat! And the baby can live in it!”

You gave Simon a look over the roof of the truck as you rubbed your hand over your growing bump. “He’s been planning this since Tuesday.”

Simon grabbed the blanket and cooler. “Should’ve known. He packed that bucket himself.”

The wind carried the scent of salt and sunscreen as you reached the soft sand, Simon guiding you with a hand on your back as you lowered onto the blanket. You sat down with a long sigh, bump leading, and your husband kissed your temple before settling next to you.

Tommy was already on his knees in the sand, digging like his life depended on it.

“Oi!” he shouted. “Mum! Can the baby sleep here when it’s born?”

“Maybe not in the sand, love,” you called back. “Bit messy.”

Simon chuckled, eyes on you and the gentle swell under your shirt. “And wet. Don’t need a water birth on the beach.”

You gave him a light nudge. “Gross.”

His hand found your belly, thumb tracing soft circles. “Not gross. Just… messy.”

You leaned into him, feeling the way his whole body melted when he touched your bump—his eyes always full of that quiet awe. “They’re kicking again.”

“Yeah?” His palm stilled. “Little beach fan, then.”

Tommy ran up, panting. “Can I teach the baby how to build castles?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

“Even ones with traps?”

Simon raised a brow. “Let’s start with regular towers first, alright, champ?”

—

Hours passed like seconds in the sunshine. Tommy’s giggles blended with the crash of waves, his bucket endlessly filling and emptying as he worked on his sprawling ‘baby kingdom.’ You and Simon lounged under the umbrella, your legs stretched over his lap, your fingers laced in his.

“She’s starting to really show now,” Simon murmured, his hand resting on the bump.

“She?” you teased.

“Dunno. Feels like a girl.”

Tommy came running up with a handful of seashells. “For the baby! I picked only the best ones. Even found a blue one!”

You held them like treasures. “They’re perfect.”

He hesitated, looking between you and Simon. “Will she like dragons?”

Simon smiled gently. “Everyone likes dragons, mate.”

Tommy smiled—but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

—

Later, as the sun started to dip lower, Simon got the bonfire going, and you all sat wrapped in blankets as the sky turned orange and pink. You and Simon sat close, his hand resting on your belly under the soft fabric, Tommy leaning into your side with a half-melted marshmallow stuck to his shirt.

“Mum?”

“Hm?”

“What if… what if the baby likes Dad more?”

The crackle of the fire filled the silence.

Simon looked down, his heart tugging at the wobble in Tommy’s voice. He leaned over and scooped him gently onto his lap.

“Hey,” he said, voice low. “You know something, Tommy? You were the first person who ever called me ‘Dad.’ You’re the reason I know how to be one.”

Tommy blinked up at him.

Simon brushed some sticky hair off his forehead. “This baby? They’re lucky to have you for a big brother. There’s always room. My heart just keeps getting bigger.”

You sniffled quietly, heart full.

“…Can I still cuddle when the baby comes?”

“Always,” Simon said, pulling him tight. “That’s non-negotiable.”

—

Not long after, Price strolled up with a thermos in hand and an extra chair slung over his shoulder.

“Look at this lot,” he said, lowering himself next to you. “Domestic paradise, yeah?”

Tommy beamed. “Grandpa Price! I made a sandcastle for the baby! It has three towers!”

“Impressive. Hope you charged rent.”

Tommy giggled, launching into a very serious explanation of the castle’s defenses and how he was going to be a knight.

Later that night, wrapped in a thick blanket and sitting curled into Price’s side, Tommy went quiet.

“Grandpa Price?”

“Mhm?”

“…Do babies know who loves them even before they come out?”

Price paused. Then he smiled. “Yeah, mate. They do.”

Tommy hummed, soft and thoughtful. “Good. ‘Cause I think I already love her.”

“You’re gonna be brilliant, kid.”

“…Can I ride on your shoulders again?”

“Course you can.”

—

Under the stars, lit only by firelight and the glow of the moon, Simon kissed the top of your head as Tommy laughed high above Price’s shoulders. The sea rolled behind you like a lullaby. One hand curled around your bump, the other in Simon’s.

“Happy?” he asked softly.

You looked out at your boys—one big, one small, one on the way.

“Completely.”

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[anon-188]

pairing: AJ x f!reader | genre: smut ❤️‍🔥 | wc: 2.9k

summary: you didn't even make it to hello. AJ walked through the door, and all you could think about was how good he'd feel inside you.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), smut with some plot, established relationship, masturbation mention (light), unprotected sex, teasing, lingerie kink, oral (m!receiving), soft dom!AJ, rough sex, hand around throat (not choking), praise, dirty talk, possessive behavior, light manhandling, soft aftercare (kind of).

(tl;dr: it’s pure smut.)

a/n: alexa, play hey daddy (daddy’s home) by usher 🙂‍↕️ 

also—thank you to everyone who voted!! i hope you enjoy this one ♡

It had been a little over a week since you’d last seen or heard from AJ. No calls. No texts. Not even a one-word check-in. You knew why—he and his crew had just pulled off a heist. Perfect, as always. But with that came the cool down period. The time they’d disappear, lay low, and let the dust settle.

You hated this part.

Once you two were together—really together—AJ had made it clear: he didn’t want to bring any trouble back to you. If something went wrong—he didn’t want your name anywhere near it. So after every job, he left town for a week, maybe longer, depending on how hot things were.

And you? You stayed at his place.

Which, you were already staying over most nights, but this was different. He told you outright that it made him feel better knowing you were in his space, surrounded by the life he built, protected in the ways only he knew how to set up.

So you agreed. 

But safety didn’t ease the ache that came with his silence. Not even close.

And it wasn't even just missing him—it was like your body couldn't stand that he wasn't here. It ached, like some cruel punishment for him not being near. For not being able to have him when you wanted him. A luxury you always seemed to forget was a luxury—until he was gone.

You’d tried everything—wearing his shirts, spraying them with his cologne until the scent filled the room. You even dragged your fingers between your thighs in his bed, desperate to take the edge off. But nothing worked. Nothing compared to what you really needed: him.

As the sun slowly set, you laid across his bed, waiting. You knew he’d call eventually—whenever the hell that was. You sighed, long and heavy, and it was as if the sound itself conspired with the universe. Because right then, your phone rang.

AJ.

You sat up fast, answering on the first ring. And just like you’d hoped to hear—desperately needed to hear—he told you he was coming home.

Just a few more hours.

That was all that was left.

A few more hours until he’d be back. Until you could have him the way you needed him.

You turned your head, eyes catching on the dresser. And just like that, an idea sparked.

There it was—tucked in the back of his drawer. A black lingerie set. His favorite. The one that always pulled that look from him. The one that had him forgetting his own rules.

You put it on, letting the fabric cling in all the right places. Then you pulled on one of his button-ups—left it unbuttoned, sleeves rolled once.

And then you waited.

Patiently…

Or at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Later, you found yourself on his couch—AJ’s button-up loose on your shoulders, one sleeve already slipping as you absently flipped through a worn magazine.

The anticipation built slow, thick, humming under your skin. But nothing—nothing—compared to the sound of the front door unlocking.

Your breath caught. You moved before you could even finish exhaling—feet hitting the floor, heart racing, the magazine discarded without a second thought.

You had a plan:

Be patient. Let him settle in. Offer a drink, maybe. Draw it out. Seduce him slow—make him give in completely.

But that went right out the fucking window the second your eyes landed on him.

And especially the second his eyes landed on you.

He froze in the doorway for half a second, the door falling shut behind him. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth like he was trying to play it cool—but his eyes gave him away.

And you didn’t wait for him to say it.

He barely dropped his bag in time to catch you, your body crashing into his, arms and legs wrapped tight around him. His hands slid beneath your thighs, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“Missed me?” he murmured, already walking.

As soon as he reached the kitchen, he had you on the counter, your legs tightening around him again. Your hands were undoing his buttons while his palms roamed—tracing your thighs, brushing the lace you'd put on just for him. But that didn't stop him from teasing, grinning against your neck as he pressed slow, hot kisses there.

"Didn't even say hi," he muttered, lips dragging over your pulse. "You that needy, baby? Just couldn't wait to get your hands on me?"

You didn't answer—just pulled his mouth back to yours, kissing him, hard and urgent, like the ache in your chest had finally found relief.

"You dressed up just to jump me the second I walked in?" He pulled back with a breathless smirk.

“So you’re saying you don’t want this?” you shot back, slipping his button-up off your shoulders, revealing the full set beneath.

He leaned back just enough to take in the view, his eyes raking slowly over your chest to your thighs and back up to your face. "I didn't say that," his voice gravelly—too controlled. 

You smirked, bracing your hands against his chest and giving a light push, just enough to slide yourself off the counter and stand in front of him.

"Then stop teasing," you said, voice low against his mouth as you leaned into him and kissed him again. 

He laughed quietly, still pressed to your lips, both of you tugging his shirt down his arms, your hands already moving lower. 

You kissed down his chest, fingers dragging along his stomach as you worked open his belt, tugging the zipper next. Then you dropped to your knees as he stepped back, giving you space. Your hands slid into his waistband, and together you pushed his pants and briefs down just enough to free him—his cock already hard in your palm.

You looked up at him once, just once—and that was enough.

Your mouth wrapped around him like you'd been thinking about it all week—because you had. You started slow, your tongue tracing his tip before sliding lower, licking along the underside of his cock. Each pass was wetter, filthier than the last, your mouth taking more of him with every move. 

Above you, AJ groaned—low and ragged—his head tipping back as one hand slid into your hair. He didn't guide you, didn't force anything. Just held you there, his breath heavy, letting you take your time as you worked him over with slow, messy strokes of your tongue.

“Shit,” he muttered, voice strained, hips twitching slightly. “You really missed me, huh?”

You hummed around him, lips still wrapped tight, your eyes flicking up as you sucked him deeper. 

"Fuck." His voice cracked, a rasp barely above a whisper before he tugged you up, chest rising fast. His hands found your face and he kissed you hard, your lips still wet and slick from him.

He didn't bother breaking the kiss as you both started toward his bedroom, bodies locked together, your hands grabbing at him wherever they could. One of his hands stayed at your waist, guiding you backward, while the other slipped lower—past the curve of your hip, down the front of your panties.

His fingers found you fast, rubbing tight circles over your clit, even as you stumbled through the hallway—barely able to keep moving with the way he was already pulling you apart.

In the bedroom, AJ was finally stripped down, stretched out against the sheets like sin made flesh—black ink winding over his body beneath the soft glow spilling in from the windows. You were still in the lingerie set, the black lace hugging your body as you climbed over him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. 

Your hands traced his chest first, then your mouth followed—pressing lower, just enough to make him twitch beneath you—before you kissed your way back up to his throat. Your lips paused at the small tattoo on his neck, lingering there with a kiss that pulled a quiet groan from his throat—before finally finding his mouth again, greedy and tongue-heavy.

AJ's hand slid behind you, fingers hooking into the lace of your underwear as he pulled them to the side. You leaned back just slightly, fingers wrapping around his length to line him up—a slow, teasing stroke, a shift of your hips, just enough to let his tip brush your entrance.

Then—

AJ bucked his hips up—not hard, but controlled. Intentional. Just enough to knock you forward, your hand flying out to catch yourself on the mattress just beside his head. Your face hovered inches above his now, lips parted, your teasing grin halfway gone.

“Thought you said no teasing,” he said, voice low and thick, eyes locked on yours like a loaded threat.

“Sorry,” you whispered, still smiling softly as you leaned down and kissed him—slow, deep, like an apology he could taste.

You leaned back again, one hand guiding him, the other braced against his chest as you lowered yourself onto his cock inch by inch. Your mouth parted in a gasp, eyes fluttering as he filled you. AJ groaned beneath you, head tipping back slightly, hands firm on your waist like he was holding back.

You started to move—rolling your hips, fucking yourself on him with a rhythm that was anything but sweet. Your hands stayed planted on his chest for balance as you rode him, moaning louder with every movement. AJ's fingers slid up your stomach, then caught the straps of your lingerie, pulling them down slowly until your tits spilled free, bouncing with every thrust. And his hands didn't stop there.

He thumbed over your nipples, squeezing your breasts like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more—to watch or to touch.

"Look at you, fuck..." he gritted out, breath catching as he watched you move. "Takin' me so well." His eyes stayed locked on where your bodies met, jaw tight.

Your moans echoed in the room, raw and shameless, but you didn't care. You had what you wanted—him inside you, thick and deep, making you feel so fucking good it bordered on unbearable. You moved faster, harder.

When you started to break—body tight, breath uneven—AJ sat up suddenly, mouth finding yours, kissing you deep as you kept riding him. His hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your ass. Then he shifted, pulling you tighter against him as his mouth trailed lower—down your jaw, your neck—before closing around your nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking just right.

It was too much—all of it. His mouth, his grip, the way he held you like he couldn’t get enough.

You came with a cry, hands twisted tight in his hair, your body seizing as your hips stuttered. AJ held you through it, one arm wrapped tight around your waist, the other still in your hair, keeping you close as your body trembled against his.

Your hips slowed—small, broken movements—as the waves of your orgasm faded. Your body melted into his, lips finding his in a slow, lingering kiss—soft, grateful. 

Then he pulled back.

You blinked down at him, breathing heavy, lips still parted as confusion flickered across your face.

“What, you thought we were done?” he said, voice low, already thick with intent.

His smirk returned—cocky, dark. "If you missed me so much..." His hand slid down your side, unhurried and calculated. "You can take a little more. Right?"

You knew exactly what he meant—what he planned to take. He may have said a little, but AJ never did anything half-assed. And that was exactly what you loved about this. About him.

You nodded, slow but certain.

“Good,” he murmured, kissing you once, deep and sure. “Lay down.”

You climbed off of him, your chest still rising and falling as you shifted on the bed. AJ followed, moving with you, one hand steady on your waist as he guided you down onto your back, laying you out across the cool sheets.

He hovered for a moment, eyes dragging over your body like he was already planning his next move. A slow smirk tugged at his lips.

“…What?” you asked, breathless, blinking up at him.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he went lower, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. Then he paused—lifting his head just enough to look at you again, eyes fixed on yours.

And then—without warning—he flipped you.

One hand gripped your waist, the other catching under your thigh as he turned you over fast, fluid. Your cheek hit the mattress, arms tucked beneath you, breath catching as your heart pounded.

He was already peeling your panties down, rougher now—lace tugged down your legs and off in one motion. Then he climbed over you, knees planting wide, his thighs bracketing yours as he gripped your hips and tilted them up, angling you exactly how he wanted—flat on your stomach, chest down, ass up.

"Just like that," he said behind you, his voice low.

And he didn’t wait.

His body shifted, hovering just above yours as his cock slid between your thighs, lining up with your entrance. One thrust—sharp, unforgiving—and you gasped, face turned down, fingers clenching the sheets.

Then his hand came down—pressing hard into the small of your back, pinning you in place as his hips snapped forward, fucking into you with a pace that was nowhere near gentle now. Your moans came out scattered between broken gasps as you lifted onto your elbows. 

"Fuck," he groaned, hand still planted firm against your back. "You put this on just for me?" His eyes dropped to the lingerie, what little of it still clung to your skin.

You whimpered, barely able to nod.

"I'm gonna ruin you in it," he growled, his thrusts hitting rougher now. "Gonna fuck you so good, you'll feel me every time you even think about putting it on."

You moaned, your elbows buckling slightly as he picked up the pace, hips slamming into you hard enough to make the bed jolt beneath you. His voice stayed low and rugged, every word landing just as deep as his cock.

You tried to breathe through it, tried to hold on, but your body was already giving out, your chest heaving, your thighs and stomach tightening under him.

You were close. So fucking close.

And he knew it.

AJ leaned over you more, one arm braced beside your shoulder while the other slid under your jaw, tilting your head back until your eyes met his—his face right above yours, watching you fall apart beneath him as he kept driving himself into you from behind. 

"This what you wanted, huh?" he rasped, voice rough between thrusts. "Me home, fucking you like this? That what you missed?"

"Yes—" you gasped, the word spilling out between sharp cries. "Yes... AJ, fuck—yes." Your voice cracked, the sounds caught between moans and desperate little whimpers that only made him go harder.

His hand slid from your jaw to your throat, the grip not too tight, but firm, commanding. He held you there, forced you to keep looking up at him as he crashed his mouth into yours, kissing you—hot, filthy, and bruising—swallowing your cries as he pounded into you without mercy.

“Show me how much you wanted this,” he said against your lips. “Let me feel it.”

And you did.

Your orgasm ripped through you—sharp and overwhelming, your body clenching around him so tightly it knocked a moan from his throat. His hand stayed firm around your neck as your whole body shook under him, back arching as you came—so fucking wrecked, just as his rhythm started to fall apart.

AJ's pace turned brutal—ragged, relentless. His hand moved from your throat to your back again, holding you down as he drove into you—each thrust rougher, more punishing than the last. And then he buried himself to the hilt with a groan, hips grinding deep, cock twitching inside you as he came—hard—your name breaking from him in a low, strained moan as he emptied himself completely, every muscle drawn tight, body shaking against yours. 

AJ finally pulled out with a low, satisfied breath. He moved beside you, body heavy against the mattress, and for a moment everything was quiet—just the sound of your breathing, still uneven. You used what little strength you had left to shift closer, your limbs slow and spent as you curled up next to him, tucking your body into his side.

He didn't say anything—just softly kissed the top of your head, while one hand dragged lazily down your spine. You looked up at him, eyes meeting his in the low light, and leaned in for another kiss. This one was deeper, slower, lingering. The kind of kiss that said more than words ever could. The kind that made it impossible to pretend like he hadn't been gone for days.

You hated when he left. Always had.

But you had to admit—you loved when he came home like this.

It made the waiting almost worth it.

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[kotton-kandy953]

❏ 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 !

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere ! modern ! college au ! albedo x fem ! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 format ꒱ . . . oneshot

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . lowkey mad scientist albedo, obsessive themes, plenty of mentions of death, stalking mention, suggestive themes, suicide mentions, yandere themes

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . In which your academic rival’s plan to kill you backfires in the worst way possible.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . this was going to be in my highschool Au but it made more sense for me to put him and the reader in college. I had this idea before the 5.6 trailer came out so both of these having to do with albedo and murder is a crazy coincidence.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 3.3k

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙰 (noun): ᴀ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

The mere thought of you drove him crazy.

Well, “crazy” is an understatement — you drive him half-insane. Albedo absolutely and utterly despised every single thing about you.

He hated how disorganized you were, how smart you were, how stubborn you were. He could just go on and on…

Albedo has held this resentment towards you since high school, but you deciding to go to the same college as him really threw him off. To make matters even worse, you two had dorms right beside each other. It felt almost as if you were everywhere, as if you were going to haunt him for eternity.

And because of this, Y/n, he wanted you dead.

And the craziest part is that Albedo isn’t even a violent person! Although, he couldn’t help but find joy in the thought of hearing word of your passing and knowing that he was the one responsible.

It took a lot of planning, light stalking, and stealing a few things from the science lab to complete, but it was worth it. It was all going to be worth it once you disappear.

And disappear how, you ask? Well it’s simple: He was going to make a potion to kill you.

Of course, he could’ve just bought some toxic drugs or what not, but why not use his talents? And where would a college student find lethal poison anyway? At a gas station? He needed something that would kill instantly and efficiently, so what’s better than making of yourself?

Nevertheless, Albedo has made many, many, potions and whatnot before but nothing like this. Nothing to inflict harm upon another.

Now, he may be a little… mentally unstable… but murder is still a stretch for the Biochemistry Major. He just had a vision of your dead body lying on your dorm floor and he wanted to make it a reality. Is that too much to ask?

It was in the middle of the night when Albedo laid out his science equipment all on his desk as he began to work. The thought crossed his mind that there might be a rule against making poisons for the person you despise the most in your dorm, but he highly doubted that.

After about an hour or so of following the instructions for the potion he wrote down in his used notebook, he held the vial of the toxic, pink-purple liquid up to his face as he eyed it suspiciously. Isn’t it supposed to be a more indigo color…?

He must’ve added something wrong, but he failed to notice that. When reaching over to grab his pen to take note of his observations, his hand slipped and the vial shattered as it hit the hard, wooden floor.

“Oh Archons-” He flinched as the glass shattered as it hit the floor. When he kneeled down to cautiously pick up the broken shards of glass and throwing them in the trash with gloved fingers, he noticing a strange fragrance filling the room. It smelled vaguely like… flowers? No, maybe… maybe it doesn’t matter!

Albedo’s eyes widened in panic as he stood up to his feet, feeling a bit dizzy, as he reached over the desk for his notebook.

The handwriting in front of him grew harder and harder to read. His vision was starting to blur, then came a brutal headache.

At this point, even a preschooler could tell that something was horribly wrong. He fell to his knees, his hands moving up to his head, pulling at his dirty blond hair in pain. He hyperventilated, the concentration of the potions’ aroma in the air being too strong.

Don’t tell me I’m going to die here… he thought to himself.

Did he somehow manage to kill himself in his attempt to murder you?

Then, he blacked out.

Abdeo’s been out cold for about six hours until he finally wakes again.

The strange fragrance of the mysterious potion is now gone. He was lying flat on his face on his dorm room floor, not the most comfortable way to be sleeping for six hours straight.

Nevertheless, he sits up rather quickly, that aching migraine from last night hitting him like a bus.

He’s so glad today’s a Saturday.

His original plan for today was to follow you to that café you go to every Saturday morning, put a few drops of the potion in your drink, then watch everything else play out. But, as you can see, his plain had been foiled.

“It’ll take me months to find someone who sells these same chemicals…” he gripes, not even touching on the fact that he still had to return the things he’s stolen from the science lab, but that’ll be fine.

After about 20 minutes of cleaning up the equipment he had used last night, Albedo decided it’d be best for him to get some fresh air. You know, inhaling toxic fumes could be detrimental to your health.

Deciding that it’d be best to get some fresh air outside, Albedo leaves his dorm.

Upon opening the door and stepping out the room, the first person he sees is you. He stopped right in his tracks, feeling this strange, tingly feeling all over his body.

Had he never really… looked at you before? Or has he been too busy hating you to even realize that…

“…you’re gorgeous…” he mutters quietly, not sure if he was talking more to himself or you.

It would have been obvious to anyone who walked by that he had been sitting there staring at you for a while. His gaze was intense, yet brimming with fascination. He had never — never looked at you like this before. And it was making you a bit uncomfortable.

His lips parted, but what left his mouth was somewhere close to complete silence. What is wrong with him??

Pursing your lips together, you narrowed your eyes at the blond and walked right passed him into your dorm.

What just happened…? He blinked. He had never, ever, even thought of saying such a thing about you. Albedo calling you “gorgeous” was not exactly what he was expecting to leave his mouth right then.

He ran back into his dorm and shut the door behind him. Feeling l his face burning red, he refused to believe that it was because of you. No — it was just hot in here… so, so, hot- maybe he should open a window?

Stumbling over his own feet, he opens the window to his bedroom. He may should have done that earlier…

Once the windows were open, he looked down at his sweetly palms. His hands were shaking. His face probably didn’t show it, but he was freaking out.

Why did I suddenly feel so — so strange around her…? Is this a side affect of the potion?

“Don’t tell me I…” his eyes widened, his blood growing cold.

“…No, no, that’s impossible. Love potions don’t exist — do they?”

He wanted to deny it with every fiber of his being, but the discolor of the potion and the strange infatuation with you all fell in place together too easily.

But everyone makes mistakes, right?

Even if that “mistake” is accidentally making a love potion out of what he was going to use to kill his rival, accidentally using it on himself, then falling in love with said rival.

Throwing his head back with a sigh, he ran his fingers through his messy, blond hair. Archons, that dammed headache was coming back again. Is that a side affect of the potion as well? But at this point, that is the last thing in his mind right now.

It’s around 10 in the morning now and Albedo is this close to losing it.

He was already on the brink of insanity before, but that potion did something to him that couldn’t he reversed.

He laid in bed all day thinking, maybe I just have to sleep it off. But he couldn’t fall asleep. He couldn’t keep his eyes closed — not when you were on his mind. His splitting headache wasn’t helping either…

He thought about you endlessly, how could he not? You were just so beautiful and- and… Stop it. Just stop. I can’t feed into my… current “obsession” or it’ll only grow worse.

Albedo tossed and turned in pain and discomfort as he wondered what you were doing right now, at this very second.

Were you okay? Were you out with your friends or in your dorm? He never really payed that much attention to your personality traits to determine if you’re more extroverted or introverted…

Were you even thinking about him?

“Archon’s know what’s happening to me… just why can’t I get you out my mind…?” Was the last thing he said before getting off his bed and began frantically searching through the items on his messy desk full of his own (and some stolen) science equipment and used notebooks.

He had taken one too many painkillers over the past few hours for his headache, but they barely affected him.

It took him until his dorm room was, well, a mess, and his headache to come back for him to realize what actually had happened.

“I made a love potion didn’t I?”

As he sat in the chain before his desk, his face fell in his hands as an exasperated sigh left his lips.

But this explanation is the only logical one out there. You were the first person he made eye contact with since he inhaled the gas let off by the potion. Not only that, but he must’ve added an extra ingredient — which he still cannot find by the way — in it by mistake, causing it to turn a strange purple-pink color.

Now, this may raise the question, “but aren’t love potions supposed to be consumed to take affect on someone?” Well, the large, capitalized words written above the recipe for the potion Albedo failed to make speaks volumes, “DO NOT INHALE OR INGEST THIS POTION IN ANY FORM.” “Ingest” includes inhaling, consuming, and entering the body in anyway.

Finally coming to terms with what’s happened to him, Albedo shows a look of apparent defeat on his face. How could he make such a mistake…?

Well, at least he wouldn’t be a suspect of murder.

Opening his journal again, he started adding extra notes to the page about the potion before getting a bit distracted and beginning to add little drawings on the paper.

He’d rather do that than clean his room anyway.

Without even realizing, he had drawn a picture of you on the next page. You even looked beautiful in his art style… if only he could see your pretty face just one more time— “-Nope. No. Stop it.” He shut his the small book in his hands, feeling the blood rush to his face again.

If he wants the affects of this potion to wear off sooner, he needs to stop thinking or talking about you in general, any means necessary.

Albedo rips the page from the book and tossed it into the nearby trash. The trash with a burned hole in the side of it from a failed experiment from months ago…

He really needed some sleep. Yes, sleep! Maybe he could just sleep this potion off, that way… that way he can get back hating you.

Maybe sleep wasn’t the best decision.

Firstly, it was four in the morning the time he woke up. The sun wasn’t even up yet.

Reaching over on his nightstand to grab his phone to check the time, the first thing he thought of, of course, was you.

“So this potion casts longer than a day… great,” he sighs as sits up, rubbing the sleep out of his pretty, icy blue eyes. “You’re just infecting me mind like a disease aren’t you, Y/n…” he typed in his password, having the fleeting thought of changing it to your birthday.

Speaking of you, Albedo knows all of your social media accounts. As a matter of fact, he has you blocked on all of them except for one.

He only has you unblocked on that one particular social for all of the wrong reasons.

Well, for one, it was for him to stalk your posts, followers, and reposts to find out about your class (and personal) schedule. It was absolutely mandatory that he needed that information to determine when was the best time for him to… get rid of you.

But that plan is long gone now. Mainly because he’d now rather kill himself to end this archons forsaken curse than to ever bring harm upon you. But, unfortunately, he doesn’t have the time to die right now.

“My goodness, you’re divine…” He quietly muttered under his breath as he scrolled through the different photos of you and your college friends. He recognized quite a few of them but just bypassed them.

His eyes lingered on one particular photo of you until he realized what he was doing. It felt wrong — feeling this way about you, that is.

Albedo desired, he silently longed for you and only you. To see your face again, your real face, to listen to your sweet voice start up an argument with him. Watching your arms cross over your chest as your beautiful eyes stared at him with such hatred and annoyance.

Albedo’s fantasies were rudely interrupted by someone knocking at his door. When getting up to answer it, somewhere deep, deep inside of him desperately wanted it to be you — but it seems the Archon’s didn’t shine their favors upon him today.

He looked through the peephole and his eyes landed on the long, black ears sticking up from his short, black hair.

“Oh, it’s just Tighnari,” the blond muttered, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Although he enjoyed Tighnari’s presence, he isn’t exactly… you.

Tighnari is a Botany major who graduated from the same high school as Albedo; he is also one of the solitary alchemists’ very few friends.

With a disappointed sigh, he opened the door.

It took only Tighnari’s concerned expression for Albedo to realize what he must’ve looked like. He hasn’t paid that much attention to himself ever since he woke up on the floor the other morning. Oh, and don’t even get me started on how disheveled his room was.

He’s a relatively clean person, but going crazy with love can do something to a person. Especially someone who’s already a bit messed up in the head.

The two males stared at each other for a bit until Albedo says quietly, “Oh- I wasn’t expecting visitors…” he pressed his lips together as he raked his fingers through his messy, blonde hair.

“Yeah, I can tell.” his ears drooped down a bit as he sighed, “I’ve been calling you all day yesterday — and today! I assumed you were just out somewhere but without your phone? That was unlikely.”

Call? When did I receive a call…? “You called me?”

“Yeah, the other night? You borrowed my notes and I kinda need them back…”

Albedo blinked in confusion before his eyes widened in realization, “Oh, yes… I’ll go get them right now.”

Albedo rummaged through the miscellaneous items on his desk until he came back with a few papers in his hands. “Yeah, I completely forgot I had them,” and completely forgot to copy them down as well…

“It’s alright,” he gave the Albedo a small smile. “Why do you look like you’ve been asleep for five years, it’s only nine AM. You’re usually up by no—“

“-nine AM!?”

“Yes, I- did you not know?” Tighnari’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He sighed, “It’s- whatever. Have a good day, Albedo.”

Before he could say goodbye, Tighnari was already gone.

Albedo walked back into his dorm room and slammed the door shut behind him, not really caring about how loud he was. He stood with his back against the door and his hand lingering on the doorknob for an extra moment or two as his mind ran wildly with thoughts.

“I should’ve told him about the potion… or maybe I made the right decision by biting my tongue.”

By Monday morning, Albedo forced himself to go to class. But he wasn’t exactly prepared — mentally, I mean. He did stay up all last night staring at photos of you (and cleaning his room), but he wasn’t as tired as he thought he would be.

This potion is really taking a toll on my mental health…

Before he left his dorm, Albedo stood in front of the mirror above his sink and took a long look at himself. How couldn’t he have ever noticed the dark circles under his eyes or how messy his hair was.

But he didn’t care. He was just going to class and coming back. Nothing more, nothing less.

With a sigh, he left his door and locked the door behind him. Before he turned to walk away, his eyes drifted over to your door. The image of you the morning he woke up from his unconscious state came back to him. Oh, how he wanted to see you again.

Good thing you’re in his first class.

He sat in far back corner of the classroom, deliberately trying sitting away from everyone else. His face rested in his palm, his missing sleep catching up to him, his eyelids growing heavy until he noticed someone walking by to get to their seat.

It was you. You paid no mind to him, but his eyes watched your every move even as you took his pen, his only pen, off his desk. It was but a fleeting moment when your skin grazed his hand to snatch away his pen.

It took him a moment or two to really realize that you had taken his only pen. But it didn’t matter to him, he wasn’t going to take notes anyway…

Looking over at you, you stared at him with a small smirk on your lips. You held the bottom end of the pen between your teeth, obviously teasing him.

Obviously, you expected Albedo, well, pre-love potion Albedo, to seethe in anger, but he only stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His pale blue eyes staring straight into you from across the lecture hall.

What’s up with him…? You’d think.

When the lecture began, his eyes were still stuck in your direction. He could only see the side of your face, but that was enough for him. His mind went blank as you chewed on the pen, his pen. Were you still teasing him? Or is it only a habit?

How could he focus on whats being said by the professor when he’s imagining all of the things he could be doing to you right now- stop it! Stop thinking of her like that!

Albedo let out a shuddering sigh before pressing his red face into his palms resting on the desk before him. Albedo is usually a very calm and composed person, but not around you apparently.

In an attempt to calm himself down, he searches through his backpack for a good few minutes for something to write with until he finds an old pencil from the beginning of the school year. “I thought I had lost this,” he muttered.

It didn’t take long for where his notes were supposed to be is replaced by yet another drawing of you. As a matter of fact, all that he’s been drawing lately is you… but we should all know the reason as to why by now.

When Albedo drew you, he studied every single detail of your beautiful face, and having a front row seat to you made this even easier.

When class was over, Albedo signed with relief. But he did have a few more classes left for the day… but they could wait.

He had a more important person on his schedule today…

After packing up all his things, he followed right after of you out the lecture hall. Archon’s, you were divine. You even smelled divine…

The mere thought of you drove him crazy.

This is the longest fanfic I’ve posted onto tumblr yet so yippie!

If you want a part two, I might make one :3 !!

[cvnt4him]

i just got dumped 🥀 Izuku comfort fic when? (preferably m/m but wtv)

awh, I'm sorry my love! i don't write mlm (too well) unfortunately; luckily this won't be gendered since I normally write in "you/you're" pov!

You've been through a lot this week. Your daily life torturing you to socialize and be active, and recently being dumped by your former partner. It was alot. You tried to bury yourself into whatever work you could to keep your mind off of things.

But that didn't work. Nothing worked. You tried to not let it get to you, keeping in mind that there's "many fish in the sea". That didn't help either.

So there you were; lying in your bed heart broken and head aching from the tears you shed, your cheeks were sticky from the tears that flowed down non-stop, your nose filling up with snot as your eyes burned and turned red. Crying like this wouldn't do anything sure, but it could hurt.

You didn't really want to be bothered too much by people. You weren't feeling like doing much so you called in so you could stay home and sulk figuring that's what you needed. Trying to let the feelings poor out only somehow made it worse. It has you thinking about things, questioning things, and just seeing yourself as not enough. So many thoughts running through your already throbbing head.

You had your phone on DND you hadn't wanted to be bothered for obvious reasons. Unfortunately for you, you don't have Spotify premium so when an ad came in after the song had ended you were so upset, ripping your head phones out and groaning loudly only making your headache worsen with the movement and noise.

You pickup your phone to try and close Spotify out and reopening the app, maybe that would work. You see many notifications, two calls and 15 texts. Izuku. He was your best friend and you hadn't spoken to him in a while. You didn't expect him to actually care because this isn't the first time you've gone a while without talking.

You sigh heavily to yourself and decide to text him back. As you open your messages you're greeted with the messages full of concern and worry, a small smile forming onto your face. He cared so much... but he cares about everyone. It's who he is.

A frown forms back on your face as you read them all, the last one stating he was coming over the second he could. You gasp looking around your room to see trash everywhere, on the dresser the floor and even some wrappers in your bed. Clothes littering the ground and messily in the hamper along with crumbs in your bed, on your desk and even your hoodie!

You were a mess. This would be so embarrassing for him to see. He'd sent that over 30 minutes ago, he must've already been in his way if not at the nearest stop sign! There was no way you could allow him to see you in this sort of state. You weren't feeling like seeing people anyways, it all felt like a chore within that moment.

You exhale and lick your phone back up, typing away at the keyboard to let him know you didn't think that was a good idea. You weren't feeling well and didn't really feel like talking to anyone right now.

You made it pretty vague and he'd read it immediately, to your unfortunate luck he not only responded within an instant but he apparently was outside?!

You couldn't even get anything out before there's a knock at your door. You didn't have to wonder who it is, grumbling lowly as you lazily climb out of bed. Your feet trudge against the ground as you hardly felt like walking. Your body felt weak and you were quite dehydrated. You lift your art to open the door to see a green haired male staring at his phone with wide concern filled eyes.

Quickly his gaze turns to yours and he quickly gasps seeing the way the day light shines dimly onto your face. You squint your eyes at the sudden light you've strictly prohibited in your house, izuku sees your eyes red along with your nose and cheeks. The corners of your eyes crusted with dried tears as you sniff only for it to hardly do anything with how it's blocked with snot from your crying.

You had a rather unimpressed expression on your face, you tried to give a polite smile but you couldn't muster anything more than that.

Izuku rushed in grabbing your face and questioning you. Why hadn't you been speaking to anyone, why haven't you been out in the last week, why were you obviously crying??

His voice only egged in the intense headache you still had. You groan with a wince as you squint your eye at the way his voice grew louder in worry. He lightly apologizes with a nervous smile quickly being replaced with the same look of concern from before.

“ y/n. what's going on..”

His voice was stern but in an unsettling or upsetting way. Just to let you know he cares and needs to know what's wrong. He wants to help you, to make you feel better. He loves you. So much. However, he wouldn't go as far to tell you something like that often, because then you might piece together that he's actually in love with you and loves you more than just as a friend...

You stare at his green eyes, so deep and pure. Full of love and light, unfortunately terribly bright. You sigh at his genuine look of concern simply walking past him and heading towards your room. Izuku jolts in confusion at your reaction, well lack of one. Simply following you stuttering in his words to ask more questions

His voice grew quite .... bothersome the more it rang on in your ears. You pull the covers over your head with a loud grumble, whatever you send being muffled. Izuku, still full of worry for you; can't help but to smile and scoff.

He took a quick look around at your room and the estate it was in along with you. Crying, visibly upset and your room littered in filth.. it must be pretty bad. You've been pent up for a week or two and all alone. It hurts his heart to see this.

He sighs and puts his bag down and takes his shoes off walking towards your bed as he rips the covers off of you. You let out a small yelp to see him with a frown staring down at you. He huffed and quickly swiped the crumbs out of your bed the best he could before lying down beside you.

You couldn't really make out any words with your voice groggy from the lack of talking and kind of hoarse from the crying. Plus, you didn't really feel like it. Izuku didn't push though, he simply lied down with you pulling the covers over the both of you and bringing you closer to him without trying to appear "touchy".

You both face each other as you lie down in your bed, covers warming you both along with your body heat. You weren't too close to where it was weird, just close enough to be very comforting. His presence soothing your and even stopping your crying. As the headache still lingered you figured sleep was all you really needed.

“ I won't make you talk about it.. whatever it is. just know I'll be here, always. I love you.”

I hope this was well and you found what you were looking for, keep your head up hun please remember to take care of yourself as well! ᡣ𐭩

[fixinglockjaw]

smut fanfic with bangchan from skz

⫘⫘AFTER CONCERT PLEASURE⫘⫘

“Y/N…” Chan whispered as he moved a lock of your hair behind your ear, his whole body covered in sweat from the concert he’s just been through.

His ears are pounding from the yells of STAYs, his whole body feels sore and his voice is raspy from singing and rapping for almost three full hours.

The whole concert he just wanted to fall into your arms and finally relax. Weeks of touring are really taking tolls on him lately.

Finally seeing you, hearing you, smelling you- too much for his already overstimulated senses.

“I’m so exhausted. I just want to relax…” He almost whines as he pulls you closer, enveloping your body in his arms, his hug tighter than usual.

“You want to relax, baby?” You answer cheekily, already having an idea how to help your overworked boyfriend shut his brain off for a moment. You hear Hyunjin scoff behind you as he saw the oh-so-strong leader of Stray Kids hanging to his girlfriend like some clingy puppy.

“Yes… I just wanna relax. Just.. back to the hotel… and relax.” He sighs, feeling tiredness settling into his body.

After the tour bus took everyone back to the hotel you had to almost drag Chan towards the elevator and into your room. Not even fully arrived, you already pushed Chan onto the bed. He barely even resisted, as if he was already asleep.

“What are you doing, Y/Nnie..?” Chan asks, his eyes barely open. “I’m so-” His voice was harshly interrupted by a moan, caused by only one thing: your hand palming him through his pants. Just this touch had his whole body going weak already as he looked at you, vision dazed and a lazy smile plastered across his lips.

“Shh.. just relax, Channie..” You say as you slowly open his pants, his dick already half-hard. How pathetic.

“Y/Nnie…” He whined, already impatient.

“Relax… Relax.. Just let me take care of you. Don’t get too impatient now, baby.” You coo, trying to soothe him. He always turned into a puppy whenever he was exhausted. Needing nothing more than his pretty girlfriend to take care of him.

Not even 5 minutes passed and Chan’s whiny moans fill the hotel room. Sloppy sounds of his dick sliding in and out of your wet cunt along the sounds of skin meeting skin dive the room into a passionate atmosphere.

“Feel so good- Y/N.. s-so good.. please…” Chan moans, his hands moving all over your hips and thighs, having no idea where to place them to keep himself grounded.

“Yeah baby? So good? Just feel me.” You speed up your pace. Your thighs are getting tired, but you don’t wanna stop. Not until both of you come.

“I’m- c-close… please…” He warns, his hips starting to buck up as he feels your warmth wrapped around his dick tighten, indicating you’re close too.

“Me too baby.. Me too.. come for me.. do it, baby..” You encourage, a loud moan slipping past your lips as you feel his warm release coat your insides, making you come just as quick.

You both lie there breathless, taking a moment to recover. Your hand runs through Chan’s hair as his hand caresses your waist, accompanied by the sound of soft pants and gentle kisses on your collarbone and neck.

“Feel better, baby?” You ask, feeling his whole body relaxed and not so tense than when the concert first ended.

“A lot better, yeah…” Chan nods weakly, his eyes slowly falling shut as he falls asleep slowly, followed by you slipping into sleep quickly after.

[pchelik-please]

Headcanons for cardbots' anatomy and culture(kinda)

I wrote most of them to set cardbots apart from cybertronians and write down ideas for their mechanical insides. Tumblr seemingly doesn't like the formating im using.

Warning! Its a long read.

Anatomical hc:

Optic is a one whole led screen, very expressive, easily breakable 

Charge instead of a spark (a ball of electricity with nerves that run through the whole body, you should under no circumstance touch it)

Charge consists of the Charge Core (a ball of high voltage electricity in the chest) and Charge Veins (thin vein-like strings that run through entire body from the Charge Core) 

Charge Core is protected by dense shell made out of machinium. Charge Veins are attached to it

There are five main CV: 2 for arms, 2 for legs, 1 for head, if the mech has any other appendages (Deep Bite has a tail) than there is an extra CV

CV can split to fill smaller connected appendages (fingers, finials) and to connects to the internal organs (fuel tank, transformation hinges, hydraulics, etc) 

If the CC' s shell is breached than it will start fizzling out. If the breach is big and not sealed in time the CC will dissolve and the mech will die

Thinner pieces that have CV ( finials, fingers, wings, FV’s flat thing) are very sensitive because the CV is closer to the surface, but fingers are less sensitive cus they’re used often

No combiners (Flame Nova is an exception*, Blue Cop got it from Deus Machina, I don’t fucking know what’s going on with Blastrain)

Can eat multiple form of fuel (it all converts to energy) 

In the show they have a weird vicious liquid in their bodies for some fucking reason and I hate it. CHANGE all fuel converts to electricity, no viscous greens

No medical ports (thus can’t download data directly to their processor, have to learn it manually) But maybe they have bluetooth??? 

They just bonk their heads and send small not important files to each other (photos, short videos and gifs, tho the last two will have shitty quality). But if they have hats they need to take them off.

No partial patch thing (at least not through a cord, maybe through a em connection)

No subspace, its taken by their metal cards and weapons 

sealed bots have subspace because their metal cards are stored in the metal breath, but its not big

Alt modes aren’t an exact copy of the scanned vehicle (it like 80% same)Change, they cant chose a different altmode, they are stuck with one forever. Change, the can choose their alt mode but not an exact copy 80%

I don’t think some of them even cared to scan a human vehicle and just stayed with their old altmode even on earth (Blastrain, Sky Gallop, Deep Bite (his altmode still would look animalistic as hell tho), Speranza crew)

Their windows are always tinted, even the front

EYE THINGIES ON FRONT WINDOW (all have it, a projections to better emote)

Very expressive even in alt mode

Have no mouths, there’s nothing like a mouth under the battle mask

Optic color can be changed through a simple medical procedure, means nothing really

There’s no specific organ that lets them transform rather its in their whole body (we have so much shit that makes us walk, not one specific organ)

Wings, cranes and other thin shit on the frame is more sensitive, cus the CV are closer to the surface

Can’t open the charge core chamber, if breached and not closed the charge will fizzle out very quickly, but injuries to charge veins are not lethal (they are very deep and small) usually they lead to the temporal paralysis ( mega ambler's things work the same) 

Usually smaller than cybertronians (4-6 meters usually, some are just fucking big (Black hook is a boat but its a tiny ass boat, Heavy Iron was made like that for funsies), some are bigger cus of their frame types (Blasttrain and Sky Gallop))

Metal card can be used even in alt mode

Only one alt form, no triple-cadruple-sixtruple changers (triple changer is like a fantasy, their Spiderman would have it)

Vehicle only alt modes, no monkeys, guns or boomboxes

If an injury is sparking and leaking than its very very fucking bad and you need to go to a doctor NOW

They generally produce much less noise (fans are quiet, electrical inside are not noisy) 

Frame types: car (Blue Cop), flight (Cielo, Shadow X), water related (Black Hook (YES HE IS A FLYING BOAT, BUT BOAT NON THE LESS), Deep Bite), other weird wheels (Rock Crush, Blastrain) 

Yes there many sub frame types, but its mostly just civilian-small, standard, bigger transportation, giant guy. OWW has different sub types (car different wheels (tank), weird land vehicle metal wheels (trams and trains), something else construction vehicle (Rock Crush) )

OWW are rare

Animal traits are very rare, its a mutation

No claws, maximum is pointy fingers (exception Deep Bite)

FUCKING HATS. They are born with them (I mean not everyone, but it’s not rare). They are held down with small magnets 

Are more common in ground frame than in any other (ground, oww, fly, water) 

Something getting stuck on frame like a little magnet is okay, but too much of it and you can get sick

They can absorb gas fuel through their fans but its not very effective 

THEY HAVE PORES IN THEIR MASKS TO ABSORB OTHER FUEL (they can taste)  

Optics are very fragile and can break easily from underwater pressure (water frames are an exception). 

water frames have generally sturdier optics, there is an additional layer of protective glass above the led.

Said additional layer can be installed manually (Phoenix Fire has it cus of his job (he has a lot of mods I think)) 

Are cooler in general (electricity produces less heat) 

If they are damaged severely in their rout mode they cant transform (no hand/leg = impartial car that's missing something most likely vital)

The funny ahh guys who are kinda combiners but not really (Flame Nova, Blue Cop Trinity, Blastrain)

Flame Nova and Blastrain were supposedly born like that (not sure about FN) so when they are combined they should feel everything with their outer layer (touches, damage, em fields)

BC wasn’t born with Loader and Commander so when he’s combined he can’t exactly feel anything beyond severe damage and touches (but only cus he knows someone’s touching him)

Can I just make it very fucking individual? They all have different things regarding the combination ( it can be inborn or acquired through fucking magic or through illegal means (???), but it would be different for all of them)

Different fuels taste very different (methane is delicious kinda sweet, gasoline is basic a bit salty (potato), diesel is similar but fruity (???))

Energon and its variants taste like different acid/energy drinks with a fucked up electric aftertaste, bitter, leaves you sick but wanting more

Cardbots have a very diverse diet. Its advisable to consume 2 different types of fuel a day ( usually electricity and smt else)

The taste of the fuels can vary depending on the manufacturer and brand (‘ Coca Coalla’s diesel is weird, I like Fuelnta more its sweeter’ “Dude, Fuelnta is so poorly filtered, your pores have tiny pieces of minerals after you drink it”)

Energon is like a fucked energy drink for them. If they drink it they are going to run on walls for hours at best (at worst they will run around in circles for an entire day, their mind hazed and crazy, and they’ll get an incredible stomachache after all of that) 

Cardbots have an organ for converting fuel to the vicious green liquid (I hate it. there's no reason for its existence(VICIOUS GREEN NO MORE)). Different fuels have different processing time (electricity is the fastest, straight to the core) 

Energon is very energy dense compared to other fuels, so it's processing is kinda weird (the organ is working at max % with evey other fuel cus efficiency and it would take very long otherwise, but energon slips through it with such speed that the entire fps** can be fucked from it) 

Imagine dropping a glass of liquid high concentration fuel into a wood oven 

No charge pulse, constant buzzing instead (you cant hear it from all the plating around it) cannot be tracked by cybertronian tracking devices

They’re denser. Can be tossed around without getting any serious dents for much longer than cybertronians

Cultural (kinda) hc :

Electricity expelled through body (spark and little charges) is explained next

electricity expelled through body right next to someone is a horny kinda gesture

if you nuzzle someone and let out a spark of electricity, it will deepen the kiss and considerate a romantic gesture

you ate too much, if its continuing for more than a day than its a health problem related to fuel to energy transition or its an equivalent of a fever (mostly likely the fever)

Gender is expressed mostly only through pronounce

Optic color can be changed quiet easily, but due to optic’s construction it will be one solid color. Dark colors are not used at all.

Wingspeak is known by all flight frames from birth ( flight frame with autism will not know it sry)

Brighter optics = good mood, dim optics = bad mood or a health issue

SLEEP PILE SLEEP PILE SLEEP PILE, warmer bots sink, you know a guy for 1 one day and you now can sleep in a pile (not considerate horny at all). Usually sleep like that in rout mode, alt mode is less comfortable for a sleep pile

Names consist of two words or two roots or a word and a letter (Blue Cop, Blasttrain, Shadow X). The last one is rare and new (like giving your kid a fancy new name)

Something something magnetism and em stuff is very weird and they are very sensitive to it. (Em storm will give them strong migraines or make them horny idk yet)

No spark bonds or anything close to them

They sulk in their altmode (a car sitting in a dark garage is a sad giant robot)

Its harder to notice their fans are working (aka blushing)

They have shallow soup plates with for exmp gasoline and they dip their face mask in it and it slowly gets absorbed

If its gas fuel maybe its like a bong???

Cords and wires are mostly associated with internal organs and thus are kinda gross

Seeing cybertronian's medical ports and cables is very weird and gross

There’s deffinetly something like old English (Sky Gallop speaks with fucking thee thy and thou s)

Red Blitz’ name from Sky Gallop sounded like Crimson Flash (???)

That means that their language was changing rather rapidly (kinda like English) if the old version is still around, but the major changes occurred long ago enough that most people who speak it are either old Knights (Sky Gallop) or some high old caste (also Sky Gallop)

Maybe im making baseless assumptions based off of one character

DEUS MACHINA IS A GINORMOUS BALL OF ELECTRICITY THAT USES A COMPUTER AS A SHELL

CC is a parallel to Deus in a way ( the essence of a person is in a ball of electricity that is in protective shell / the essence of a God/Creator/Planet is a ginormous ball of electricity in a protective shell/computer)

The computer itself is just a shell, without it Deus will be absolutely incomprehensible for cardbots (they will receive every em signal that Deus consists of and just BOOM). I think that if you stood infront of itself with no shell you would understand everything She wants to say but also absolutely nothing because of the way Deus is constructed

I have a scene of Blue Cop floating in front of Deus in Her core. She doesn’t say anything but hundreds and thousands of meanings of Her words are in his processor. She cares about her creations but she knows they will never comprehend Her real form so she just sticks to the giant computer in the core of Machina.

Since Her shell is a computer it needs service. Every service bot of Hers is also a religious figure

I think her presence would stretch for miles, washing everything in Her em signals and Her electricity. Deus is omnipresent without Her shell. When Machina was blown up everyone had sensed Her. Her dying spirit. Her presence. Her emotions.

She has desmos music vibes

ELECTRICITY SYMBOLISM in visual art

A spark or a bolt between 2 bots is romantic, meaning close intimacy

A ball with sparks around it is a religious thing. Has a caring, kind, all-knowing undertone to it

Half a ball with sparks is also religious. Has an omnipresent, all-knowing, always watching undertone, used rarely. Mostly used in religious texts and paintings/posters

A lot of thin bolts of electricity around someone = pain, sickness, punishment for greed (if the sparks are closer to beak)

2-3 sparks around beak = good taste, awesome fuel, hearty meal

CN structure = insides, strong but thin and curvy, weasy

Im gonna reread it later and think 'bruh what was i on'

Cardbots generally deal with loneliness worse. And they all at least for some time were alone when they landed on earth (their save capsules/podes are for 1 person) so they do appreciate the company more. S1 group is especially clingy in their sleep pile cus no one wants to lose anyone again (its a bit denser than a normal one) even Heavy Iron couldn't sleep alone for very long. And they are generally more sociable than cybertronians I think.

Number 1 psychological issue is abandonment issues/anxiety

Smaller bots sleep curled up, the bigger the bot the more they spread out ( HI is 🧍‍♂️ while BC is 🧶)

The single-colored optic (exm Heavy Iron) is an intimidation tactic. Though can be turned on instinctively if the bot isn’t thinking straight (BC high on energon, Flash&Bit bros with the metal from s2)

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Little!Jackie - Defence

Credits for this go to the incredible anon who gave me the idea earlier today (we need to pick out an anon emoji for you if you’d like it!) and is set in the post crash au I’ve been writing about a bit recently (a name for the au itself is still pending) hope you guys enjoy!!

Notes -> little!jackie, cg!nat, post!crash au, agere, bed wetting, pull-ups, trauma, blood, very vague allusions to an eating disorder

Word count: 2078

They’d missed a lot of things while they were in the wilderness. Graduating, the release of the Nintendo 64, too many movies to count. Some things they couldn’t do much about - graduating was just something that wouldn’t be on the table for any of them. But god willing they could definitely catch up on some missed movies. Tonight, Matilda. Jackie had never been a big fan of movies, always finding herself distracted halfway through. She didn’t mind it too much right now though, too tired to do anything else and content sipping her hot chocolate on the couch squished up between Mari and Shauna. The hot chocolate was settling warmly in her stomach, and the mug she was very carefully holding in two hands was beginning to run out. Jackie didn’t usually have hot chocolate, before the crash she’d never have let herself touch the stuff, but now things like sugar and calories seemed to matter a lot less.

Deciding she could miss a few moments of Matilda, Jackie wiggled herself out from under the blanket she’d been sharing with the other girls. “Anyone else want a second cup?” She offered, wanting to use her best manners. There were a few mugs held out in her direction but as Jackie was reaching to grab them her eyes fixated on Tai and Van. They were sharing a look. The kind of look that made Jackie’s stomach ache with anxiety because she didn’t understand it but she knew it was about her.

“Jax, maybe that’s not a great idea,” Van suggested softly - though to Jackie her voice sounded to be just dripping with malice. Shame filled her body quickly, a burning sensation starting in her chest and spreading like wildfire till it was all she could feel. Her eyes started to water against her own volition. Jackie did not like what Van was insinuating. She hated that any of them knew about her… bedtime predicament, she hated even more that any of them thought they had the right to talk about it! She felt exposed, targeted - everyone’s eyes were on her. Stupid, she thought, stupid, stupid baby.

“I’m not a baby,” Jackie huffed, eyes contracting tightly in defiance as she tried her best to bare lazers right into Van. How could she? How could any of them even begin to think they knew anything about her or what she went through.

“Oh, Jackie, that’s not what I was-“ Van was trying to sweep in with a cleanup crew but it was too late. Jackie could feel the tears rolling down her cheeks and she just felt so mad!

“Who are you to tell me what I can do anyway?” She huffed, her fists tightening around the mug handles. “You’re just as stupid and pathetic,” she seethed. It felt like her whole body was shaking with anger. “I don’t need you to baby me! I’m not some stupid bedwetting baby like some people.” She didn’t mean it, not really, or maybe she did - Jackie wasn’t sure anymore. Everything just felt so fuzzy and painful. Her ears were ringing loudly, the same buzzing that filled her whole body. It was all too much. She wasn’t even looking at Van anymore, her eyes fixating on a random spot off in the distance. She stomped her foot, so they’d know just how angry she was with… well… everyone. It wasn’t enough. Her hands unclamped without a single warning, the mugs dropping to the floor and sending out a shattering crack which pulled Jackie out of her head enough to catch the cries coming from around the room. She let her eyes shift over hesitantly. Oh. She hadn’t meant for this to happen. Everyone was crying, or, if they weren’t crying, they looked like they were about to jump her. Even Shauna. Especially Shauna. Lottie was curled up on the floor, hands clamped over her ears, rocking back and forth. Jackie hadn’t meant for this to happen. Her heart hammered heavily in her chest, dread growing fast. She turned back to look at Tai and Van, hoping to find some of the parental sympathy she was used to. But nothing. They just look disappointed, maybe even disgusted. This was bad. Bad, bad, bad. Jackie was bad. Every part of her body ached with terror. She needed to get away, quickly, before they all realised just how truly awful she was and sent her away forever. Jackie ran right over the shattered ceramic on the living room floor, she didn’t care that it hurt. She just had to get out of there.

Jackie’s room was on the second floor, sandwiched between Shauna’s and Nat’s. At first she’d wanted to share with Shauna, but she’d very quickly become grateful that the other girl had insisted they needed their own space. Their own privacy. Jackie knew a thing or two about needing that right now. She dropped down onto her and slithered under her bed. It was gross and the dust clung to her shirt and clouded up in her face. Despite that - it was safe. She was safe. No one was going to find her here - no one could look at her, no one could yell at her, and no one could humiliate her. Jackie’s foot hurt, she couldn’t remember why, but it was suddenly the only thing she could think about and she was crying all over again. She felt pathetic, defeated. She could fight and kick and scream as much as she wanted but at the end of the day she was just tragic and boring and insecure. And everyone knew it. Jackie sucked in a heavy breath, pulling way too much dust into her mouth at the same time. She couldn’t stop crying - just confirming everyone’s suspicions about how much of a cry baby she was.

Jackie stayed under the bed even when her head hurt so much from crying she thought it might explode, her muscles ached from staying still and her foot still hurt. Just when she thought she might have to live under her bed like an ugly troll from a fairytale for the rest of her life, her bedroom door creaked open. Jackie craned her neck a little to look at who it was. Nat’s heavy work boots made a soft padding sound as they crossed Jackie’s hardwood floor. She watched as Nat quietly sat down beside the bed, leaning back against the bedside table with her knees tucked up to her chest. “Jax, you in here?” Nat called out, her voice soft and untelling of any anger. Not that Jackie was expecting anger from Nat, who hadn’t actually been there when everything had gone down. She must’ve only just got home from work, which meant it was 9:30 and Jackie was really supposed to be in bed by now. Jackie grumbled softly in response.

There was a moment of stillness where Jackie thought maybe she was just imagining Nat, but then she saw Nat’s hand, cold but safe, reaching out under the bed. She took it, because even if she did want to hide forever, she couldn’t help but ache for the comfort. “Van told me what happened. No one is mad at you, Jackie,” Nat explained softly, knowing instinctively where Jackie’s mind would go. “You gave everyone a fright and you used some not very nice words, which you’ll have to apologise for, but it doesn’t make you a bad kid.”

Jackie sniffled, using her hand that wasn’t holding Nat’s to wipe her face. “You don’t have to hide, ok? It’s safe to make mistakes here.” Nat squeezed her hand, trying desperately to ease the girl out from under her bed. “Will you come out so we can have some cuddles?” Nat offered, knowing how much of a sucker the regressed girl was for affection.

Jackie squirmed a bit under the bed, poking her head out from under the bottom of the covers. “Hey kid,” Nat smiled warmly.

“Hi,” Jackie mumbled back, keeping her eyes away from Nat’s. “Natty?”

“Yeah Jax?”

“Is there… something wrong with me?” Her voice wavered as she spoke, shame creeping into every syllable.

“Jackie…” Nat sighed, pain blooming in her chest for the younger girl. “No. No, there is nothing wrong with you,” she promised. Nat pulled Jackie’s hand up towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “There’s nothing wrong with having accidents, Sweetheart. Especially given everything you’ve been through.” Jackie wiggled out from under the bed at the reassurance. Her shoulders were pulled up tensely but she shuffled into Nat’s arms and once she was there she started to feel a little bit less like the world was ending.

Nat rearranged them carefully, pulling Jackie’s legs up into her lap so she could cradle her just like a real baby. That’s when she noticed the dark red spot blaring against Jackie’s white sock. “Shit, what happened here, Jax?” Jackie looked down, suddenly realising why her foot had been hurting. Oh. Memories of the smashed mugs came back to her and Jackie started to feel pressure build up behind her eyes all over again. “Hey, hey, it’s ok,” Nat bounced Jackie on her knee as she used a hand to tug the sock off. Inspecting the injury, Nat tutted. “Just a little cut, nothing we can’t fix up with a Band-Aid.”

“Can I pick which one?” Jackie asks hopefully.

“Yeah, ‘course you can.”

Nat picked Jackie up - which was not easy considering they were roughly the same size. But she didn’t complain, not one bit, and it made Jackie feel safe. “Of course you don’t have to walk, princess, you’ve got an owie and I get to look out for you.” Nat sat Jackie down on the edge of the bathtub before opening up the bathroom cabinet and pulling out a couple boxes of kids bandaids. She held them out to Jackie, letting the smaller girl pick the ones she wanted. After a moment of deliberation, a good distraction while Nat wiped the blood away, Jackie’s decided on a Band-Aid with Belle on it. “Why’d you pick her?” Nat asked, as she placed the Band-Aid over the little cut.

“She ‘meminds me of Shaunie,” Jackie explained. Then, she paused, fresh tears appearing in her eyes. “Shauna mad?”

“Oh Jackie…” Nat sighed, cupping Jackie’s cheeks in her hands. “Shauna isn’t mad at you. No one is, ok? We all love you very much.”

“Lot was cryin’ tho, an’ I said mean things to Van,” Jackie hiccuped between tears.

Nat pulled herself up onto the edge of the bathtub and sat beside Jackie. “She did, and you did. But that doesn’t mean they don’t love you. You’re tired, Sweetheart, you didn’t mean it.” Jackie sucked in a harsh breath, she was tired. Nat wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.“

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Jackie couldn’t find it in herself to care when Nat reached straight for the drawer where she’d been silently leaving the pull-ups for months now. She did insist that Nat turn around while she changed, but Nat was already doing that anyway so the demand died on her tongue.

“I never got another cup of hot choc’late,” Jackie mumbled with a soft pout once she was tucked in tightly under her blankets. Nat laughed softly, brushing a hand through Jackie’s hair.

“Sippy cup or bottle?”

“Bottle.”

Nat left and returned not too long after with one of the baby bottles (unofficially they were Lottie’s but she never minded sharing) filled with warm hot chocolate. “Here you go kid, drink up.” Jackie beamed - reaching for the bottle with both hands and eagerly bringing it to her lips. Nat went to turn out the lights and suddenly Jackie felt like crying all over again.

“Stay?” She asked sheepishly - guilt trickling in at the request as she knew Nat probably just wanted to get out of her work clothes and go to bed. But Nat didn’t complain. She switched off the light and crossed back over to Jackie’s bed.

“Sure thing Princess,” She hummed as she flicked on the soft fairy lights that were wrapped around Jackie’s bed frame. Jackie shuffled over and Nat slipped onto the edge of the bed, wordlessly taking the bottle into her own hands so Jackie could focus on cuddling her stuffed bunny, Alice, to her chest. “Goodnight Jax,” Nat whispered softly.

“Ni ni Natty,” Jackie yawned, moments before she slipped off to sleep.

[twstfanblog]

*~Mafia AU~* pt.1

A/N: I know I said I was gonna focus on the Manhwa AU, but this story has been burning a hole in my frontal lobe for actual weeks. So you're getting this first! This is actually a bit of a collab project with @cardsweetheart. She's been consumed the second I mentioned the AU and has been making Pinterest moodboards and playlists are on the way too! If you'd like to be added to the taglist for this story, just let me know in the notes or by dm. Enjoy! Pairings: Alluded Crowley/Crewel (They're already divorced) WordCount: 2.1K Warnings: Aggravated Assault, Gun Mention, Breaking and Entering

Being a waitress wasn't the best job Yuu thought she could get. It was also far from the idle life her parents would have expected for her. But, the tips from the snobbishly upscale bistro helped her pay for her college courses, which was all Yuu needed them to do. So as she dragged herself up the flight of her apartment stairs, heeled foot aching and sore, she couldn't say she hated her job.

Yuu could barely find fault with her life as a whole. Of course, there were minor issues, as all existence brings. Her parents were divorced; the bitter, petty competition to see who she loved more continuing far past her elementary school days and well into her foothold on adulthood. Though both were wealthy, neither had the idea of making her a college fund. Each of them trying to get her to agree to some type of indentured servitude with parental flair. But, the city she lived in was bustling, a stream of diverse people flowing in and out as frequently as breathing. It was also filled with crime, so much crime. Like a comical amount of mafia crime. A fact so glaring that both of her dads sent money every month.

One part to bribe her into favoring them over the other, but it was mostly to give her the incentive to move to a better part of the city. Her apartment complex was old but holding strong, minor renovations over the years keeping it up to code without sacrificing its old charm. Yuu could proudly state her unit had all of its original windows still intact, she just couldn't open them more than two inches.

And while her dads would love if she lived in a new development; one with shiny appliances, maybe a community pool, and actual security measures. But, Yuu knew her complex was the safest place to live. It was nice, comfortable enough that anyone could live in its walls. But old enough that no one really wanted to deal with it. New generation mobsters always too cautious to try to stake a claim on the building, never knowing if there was someone dangerous already waiting. Peace from the mobsters meant peace for the residents, no one wanted police in such a placid ecosystem. So, no matter what time of night she managed to climb the flight of stairs, she knew that her building was a safe zone.

Or she would have if she wasn't punched across the face the second she walked into her apartment.

Yuu hit the ceramic tiles of her kitchen hard, the contents of her purse spilling out. The warmth of blood trailed down her nose and over her lip, almost burning against her fear-stricken, clammy skin. In the dark, she crawled to hide behind her small island, panic spiking at the feeling of a large hand just barely missing her ankle. As she pressed her back into open shelving as though it would hide her, Yuu listened to the intruders speak to each other in the dark.

“-didn't you shoot? She's like…I think she's hiding now.”

A second voice spoke out, the sound of something metal being fumbled in his hands, “Shut it, she's home way earlier than intel said she'd be. Plus, didn't you listen? We're supposed to have a conversation before punishment is given.”

The first man stutters lightly, “S-still, why weren't you ready?”

“Oh, like I'm gonna be around you with a loaded gun again.” The sound of metal stops, the cold click of a pistol loaded filling the silence, “Go grab her, boss only gave us one bullet. Since what happened last time.”

The first voice grumbles, walking closer and stepping on the items of her purse with no remorse. Yuu reached blindly into the shelving space, the sound of her pots and pans clanging together before she grabbed onto the handle of her small soup pot. She swings blindly, the sound of the lid flying off into the darkness as she heard the meaty ‘THUNK’ of the saucepan hitting the intruder’s knee.

“FUCK!” He falls back, the clattering of her countertop items being jostled loudly in the space. A dish falls to the ground, shattering, “My fucking knee!”

He was on her before Yuu could crawl the short distance to her bedroom door. His body heavy as a hand gripped her ponytail to painfully yank her head back. She swings again, the saucepan just barely making a second hit. She wiggles and squirms under him. Turning around under the man's straddle to fully swing at where she thought his head was. Another ‘THUNK’, the almost comedic sound over shadowed by the man slamming face first into her fridge right beside them. Magnets falling in the dark, clattering noisily on the tile.

“Juice, are you losing over there?”

“She's got a —THUNK —FUCK. She's got a pan!” He punches down, fist catching against her cheek in a brutal move that filled her mouth with a coppery taste.

“Ugh. Yeah, yeah. I'm coming to help —THUNK— SHIT!” He went down hard, the saucepan hitting him directly on his knee as Yuu started to swing the pot around wildly.

Yuu could barely get from underneath the first man, fingers fumbling wildly against the grain of their bedroom door looking for the handle.

A hand grips her ponytail again, catching more of the hair against her scalp then the free strands, pulling harshly to throw her down back to the kitchen floor.

“Fucking bitch. To hell with talking-”

Yuu braced herself, curling up and moving the pan to shield whatever vital areas it could. Instead of the deafening sound of a gun firing close range, the click of the lights blinds them.

Silence rings out in the room, Yuu slowly blinking her eyes open against the light to look around.

Standing above her was a redhead, red eyes wide as he pointed a shiny black pistol at them. He was in all black, tasteful button-up, pressed slacks, and leather gloves with a bright red heart pin clipped to his collar. He stepped back, raising his hands as though Yuu was the one with the gun, “Shit…” his gaze turned to someone behind them.

Turning around at the sound of footsteps, Yuu saw the first man and could only grimace. He was dressed the same as the redhead, a blue spade pin on his collar instead. His hair was messy, turquoise eyes edged with runny black smudges of eyeliner, one eye swelling shut and both sides of his face bruising horribly.

The spade man looked away from them, shaking his head at his partner, “This isn't Mandy.”

“No? You fucking think?” The redhead growled out in annoyance. He groaned, his free hand running down his face and smearing his eyeliner. He stepped forward, a hand reaching out to her. 

“Don't!” Yuu pulled her arms back, ready to swing the saucepan on the redhead if he came closer. 

He raised his arms again, voice shaky as he eyed the pot with distrust, “O-Ok. Enough pot swinging, my other knee won't make it…”

“Um, miss?”

Yuu whirled around, almost falling seeing the second man had stepped closer, “I will fucking-”

“Sorry.” He pulled away, hands held in front of him, both to show he was weaponless and to shield himself should she attack again. He bows his head, eyebrows pulled in remorse as he spoke, “We…we have the wrong room. We're so sorry for the rudeness we've shown you.”

Fuck. Fuck, no, please-

The redhead had stepped closer, barely containing his eye roll as he knelt beside her. His expression perfectly sliding into apologetic, “Our most sincere remorse, Dear Miss. And we've been so rough with you.” He tilts his head, his free hand reaching over to grasp her chin lightly, “A pity, as you were so pretty-”

“Ace.”

Ace glared so hard at the second man Yuu was afraid he was going to use the gun still clutched tightly in his hand. Whatever silent conversation they had made the unnamed man stand up, wordlessly walking toward her blood-spattered fridge. Ace turned back to her, a pleasant smile on his face as he semi-forcibly held her hand. He gently kissed the air over her skin, never breaking eye contact.

“On behalf of the Heartslabyul family, we offer our sincerest apologies.”

Fuck…

Ace stood, bringing her up with him. Her steps were wobbly as he led her into her own bedroom, a gentle hand burning and heavy on the small of her back. He never let the gun go, even when he guided her to sit on the edge of her bed. With his smile still set to ‘pleasant’, Ace knelt before her, like he was an adult trying to calm an overreacting child.

“Now…we've gotten off on the wrong foot, and I will take responsibility for that. But, we are looking for a young lady around your age. Would you happen to know a Mandy, Dear Miss?”

“...” Yuu could feel her hands shaking, gripping tightly to the pot handle with both hands. It was her only means of protection and attack, her nervous gaze glancing down at the still very loaded gun in Ace’s hands.

He takes notice, rolling his eyes subtly, but places the gun down. He waves his hands to show he had nothing, “May we please have a conversation now? We would like to find Mandy before the night is up.”

At her continued silence, Ace could only chuckle, “Very tight lipped, that's a good quality to have. But you must understand. We can't have liars associating with our family. Mandy's information told us she lived in this unit. But that's not true, is it? It'd do no good to have falsehoods about ourselves…”

Movement at the doorway brings Yuu's attention to the second man, half standing in the open space and giving her a stern glare. The silent warning of what could happen if she kept denying them info.

“...” Yuu sighed, looking away from Ace and the other man's eyes. Her words soft and stilted, “Mandy lives in the building still. I don't know what floor, though; we don't talk, I just got her mail for a month. Your…your info might be old. She used to live in this unit. But she moved into a newer one around last Spring?”

The info seemed to make the second man angrier than ease whatever distaste he held. Ace himself had gained an annoyed expression before he clicked back into the air of customer service.

“Thank you so much for this information, Dear Miss.”

Yuu jumps back, the second man stepping into the room and right up to her legs. Though she tried to crawl backwards on her bed, Ace grips her arm and pulls her back to the edge. She closes her eyes, braced for another punch or whatever they had planned to knock her unconscious. Instead, she felt the soft and worn texture of her kitchen tea towel, warm water delicately dabbing at her bloody nose.

Spade actually looked remorseful, doing his best to be as gentle as possible while Ace held her still. His eyes briefly met hers before looking away, his expression turning even more pitiful, “Our most sincere apologies,  Dear Miss…”

Once the blood on Yuu’s face was gone, the two men finally pulled away. Ace stood at the doorway, customer service smile still on his face, while Spade sheepishly handed over her purse with another muttered apology. 

Ace tilts his head and waves, “Goodbye, Dear Miss. Though, I don't think I have to tell you…this whole mess should stay between us three? We've all been a little roughed up tonight, but there's no need to get the police involved, right?”

Yeah, because she'd be the dumbass to think the police would help her with one of the city's most legally protected mafia families. Obviously.

Yuu shakes her head, “I understand. Just…lock the door on your way out…”

Ace laughs while Spade nods his head, eyes firm in their dedication of her task. Ace nods, leaning down and picking up the gun. He moves quick, seeing Yuu tense the moment she realizes what he's grabbing, placing it in the holster at his side.

“Will do, Dear Miss. Have a good night.”

And with the same amount of surprise they appeared, they were gone. The click of her metal door locked and closed doing little to ease her mind. Her hands start to shake, the pot slowly slipping between her fingers and hitting the carpet below. As the adrenaline fully faded, Yuu could feel her body start to crumble, the pain and taste of blood still vibrantly present on her tongue. As she fell back on her bed, breathing forcibly slowed, she did her best to calm herself.

Only to bolt up, flinging herself off of her duvet and hard onto the carpet. Scrambling out to the small living room, her thoughts raced.

‘Where's Grim?’

[bisexual-horror-fan]

saw ur multi may request post and just HAD to request this. Poly Billy x Stu with a breeding kink? Preferably fem or gn reader. I've been itching to read some new Poly Ghostface fics

Ay! Great, great, request! I don’t write breeding kink often, but it is a really fun one to do, and I took this one a bit of a darker route, hope everyone loves this one, second entry into Multi-May, and it was a really fun one to do. I am still accepting requests for Multi-May btw, so anyone who wants to get theirs in, please do! Your fic might be the next one I write!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.3K. Poly!Ghostface, Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X FEM!Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: DARK FIC. Dub-Con. Tampering With Birth Control. Breeding Kink. Creampie. Rough Sex. Threesome. Vaginal Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Sloppy Seconds. Messy Sex. Cum Play. Dirty Talk. Banter. Begging. Multiple Orgasms. Overstimulation. 

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Over And Over.

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You love them coming inside. 

The biological drive behind it all cannot be understated, thousands of years of hard-wired feelings to want, to crave, to need a thick cock cumming inside your wet and willing cunt. Sure, a facial or a shot in the mouth still has some appeal, but nothing compares to getting it right where nature tells you it should go.  

They have a deep desire that matches yours to receive perfectly, they want to give, they want to provide and fill you up over and over, with the idea that it will, hopefully, eventually take root and then the evidence will be undeniable by you becoming pregnant. At least that is what the dirty talk and idea behind the kink implies, actually getting you knocked up isn’t the ultimate goal, the real reason is simply a shared love of it and finding it hot as fuck, using it as a vehicle to wring as much pleasure as possible from the act.

At least that is what you thought. 

They have a different view of it, what you said was in part true, sure it felt good and made the sex better, but the pair had decided a long time ago that they wanted you forever, didn’t want you going anywhere. What better way to tie themselves to you permanently than to get you pregnant? They are positive, if it takes, that you’ll keep it and by extension, them. So they do some work on their end to ensure it, you don’t exactly hide your birth control, tampering with it is laughably easy, then the fun part, fucking you over and over while what is in your system runs its course until the inevitable happens, they aren’t in a rush. 

Naturally some further precautions are taken, and you go along with your hips being propped up to help the large amounts of cum pool against your cervix, with them fingering the mess back into your loosened hole. The times you can’t rest are when the plug comes out, a thick and wide thing to keep the cum in and prevent it from spilling into your underwear, it can’t keep it all locked in but holds the majority, when the toy comes out the rush of slickness that follows is immense. 

Again for you, the thought of questioning any of this never occurs because you are confident you are safe, you think it is just to elevate the kink and scenes, all the while you are blissfully ignorant to them fucking with your pills, unaware that with their intervention it is taking your normal 99% protection with perfect use down several notches every single day. 

Most people don’t know what days will change their lives forever, going through it normally, only upon reflection can they point and say, “There, that’s when it happened.” This is one of those days you will think back on and see the whole picture. 

Tonight is for the three of you, this week has been busy, trying to get your schedules to line up has been tricky, but it’s your collective Friday, a few days off, so this is extremely needed. 

You are pinned down on the couch by Stu is sitting over your head, his hands on your shoulders, your own hands circling his wrists, grip tight, nails biting into skin, as he watches with rapt interest.

Billy has his hands tucked right behind your knees, forcing them to your chest, folding you effectively in half while he fucks into you deeply, his hips slamming into the backs of your thighs, before pulling out nearly completely before diving in again. You cannot help the sounds that slip out, pathetic moans and gasps are torn from your mouth with every loud smack ringing out with your body and his meeting. 

You can tell that Billy is getting close, the sweat on his brow as his grip under your knees tightens, the rhythm he had set earlier getting uneven, the pace getting faster while curses stain his tongue. Stu notices, he is talking him through it, “Fuck, come on, do it man, pour it in her, nice and deep.”

“God yes, gonna-” He doesn’t get the full words out before his sentence breaks off with a groan, and he does just that, his hips flush with your body, buried completely inside as he unloads. You feel the pulses, accompanied by that delicious warmth spreading, your breathing as laboured as you lay there, waiting for Billy to collect himself enough to pull out and for Stu’s inevitable turn. Billy leans down, more of his weight pressed to you, a soft kiss to your lips that you return momentarily before he pulls back, his hands release you and your knees go slack, no longer held tight to your chest. You watch as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and Stu asks, “Good one?” 

He hums in the affirmative, and holds his hand out, a gesture as he points, “Pillow.” 

Stu lifts his hands from your shoulders, and you stop gripping his wrists, he turns and picks up the pillow and passes it over. You are adjusted, and you know what they want, your arm hooks under your own knees, the pillow is slid underneath so it keeps your hips in their current upward position, as opposed to Billy doing it, allowing him to move freely. He gets up and asks casually, “Water?” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Stu comes over to sit in the space where Billy had just left, you call, “Yes please.” 

Stu licks his fingers before his hand falls between your thighs, he says simply, “Keep holding those legs up.” 

You nod once and inhale sharply when his fingers get to work, slipping over your clit, your head falls back against the couch cushion. If one cums in you, the other usually gets you off before fucking you to add to the mess, the idea is that it increases the chances of getting pregnant, you don’t know how true that is, but you aren’t going to complain about enthusiasm for your enjoyment. 

You are already very warmed up, so Stu’s touch isn’t gentle nor rough, just firm, consistent pressure, exactly where you need it, tight circles drawn that draws a nearly dreamy moan from you. Billy comes back promptly, water bottle in hand, he holds it out and Stu takes it, he drinks deeply, his hand between your legs not stopping. 

Billy’s eyes are on your form, how you twitch and tense, sigh in pleasure, he poses a question, “How’s she doing?” 

Pulling the bottle away and handing it back, Stu responds, “Good, she’s kept all the mess inside, so far anyway.” 

You cut in as you breathlessly say, “You could always ask me yourself, I’m right here.” 

“I could, true.” He kneels on the floor next to you, his gaze locked on your face as he asks, “So how are you doing?” 

You open your mouth to respond and Stu, in that way only he can, presses down harder and speeds his fingers up, causing the words to die on your tongue, replaced with a choked moan instead. Billy smirks and raises his eyebrows, responding as if you actually spoke a coherent sentence, “Really? You don’t say.” 

Stu is snickering, and you try to bite out, but with how out of breath you sound, on top of it being cracked around the edges with your moans, it falls flat, “Fuh-fuck yo-you.” 

“Hurry up and cum so I can.” Stu teases, and you can feel it building already, you’d gotten halfway there when Billy was fucking you, getting back to the edge is not a challenge. “Gimmie ahh, minute-” You moan and Billy reminds, “Tall ask. You know how impatient Stu can be.” 

You are in fact well acquainted with how impatient Stu can be, you doubt you could ever forget it, even still, you don’t leave him waiting long. It is one of those orgasms that creeps up on you, the build starts slow and seemingly gets faster, like a train picking up speed, until the moment turn from, “I think I’m getting close.” to, “I’m on the edge!” and finally, thrown suddenly clear off and into, “I’m cumming-”

He works you through the bliss until it bleeds into painful overstimulation, leading to you batting at his hand, begging, “St-stop it.” 

“Alright, alright.” He lifts his hands away, and you exhale at the relief you feel. You are offered the water, you lift yourself only slightly and drink your fill, soon as you have swallowed the last mouthful Stu is getting ready to fuck you. There is no position change, the name of the game is keeping all the cum inside, and thus far you haven’t spilled a drop, if never stays that way. 

It isn’t like Stu always has to go second, but he seems to prefer it, the extra messy nature of sloppy seconds appeals to him, seems to make him fuck you harder. He has his hands pressed to the backs of your thighs, his thumbs spread your slick lips open and he presses the hot and flushed tip of his dick to your hole. 

“Been dreamin’ of this-” He presses his hips and begins to slide inside, a weak groan breaks off when his head is enveloped by you, “-haven’t cum all week, been saving it for you.” 

God, you know that isn’t a small feat, even during a busy week Stu always finds time to take care of himself, holding back so he can really fill you, it serves the exact purpose he wants, it makes a fresh wash of arousal soak your brain. He doesn’t stop his forward momentum until he is totally inside, once he is, a shared moan spills forth. 

He lingers for a moment, Billy still on his knees has his eyes on the point you are both locked together, he doesn’t look away when Stu starts to move. He fucks in and out at an easy pace, halfway out and then back in, grinding down on that perfect spot on every thrust in, making your cunt ripple in response. Billy can’t stay out of it, the same way Stu never can, he leans down and kisses you, a filthy moan into his mouth from how it immediately lights up your nervous system. Getting kissed while getting fucked is one of the best feelings possible, you cannot get enough of it. 

It is never stays easy, it turns rough quickly, and you take it gratefully, the kiss breaks, head falling back to the couch again as the pace is increased. You are thankful the walls of your place are thick because you are not quiet, moaning, crying out, panting and the sound of skin on skin, and soon, Billy talking. 

Speaking up, he says to Stu, “I think this’ll be the one man.” 

A deep groan in response, “You think?” 

“Oh yeah, no doubt, it has to be. She’s going to get pregnant this time for sure.” Fingers push some of your sweaty hair back off your forehead, and he prompts you, “You want it, right?”

With a shaky nod, your tongue flicks over your dry lips, uttering over the sound of sex, “Yeah, yeah, I do-”

“Say it then.” He urges, and you do, with a small shiver you indulge in your shared kink, playing into it, “I want it, I want it so much.” 

“Not to me, to him, beg him for it.” Billy directs, and you look up at Stu, you can see how much he is becoming effected too, keep in mind he hasn’t cum in over a week, he won’t be lasting much longer, “Fu-fuck, Stu, please, cum in me. I-I want it bad, M’ dyin’ without it.” 

It is more than working for both of you, feeling that familiar curling pleasure deep, the throbbing of your straining clit, the tenseness of your body over all as he slams in harder, “C’mon please, please, get me pregnant-”

It is as if those last three words moaned longingly yanks Stu to the edge, sudden and unexpected as he breathes out, “Shit-” His hips stutter to a harsh stop as he starts to cum and that is when you start to really overflow, with how rough he is, how wet you are and the both of their more than ample loads it is bound to happen. As soon as he is collected enough he pulls out and still panting he starts to finger the mess back into you, Billy reaches out to help, he can tell how close you were and how Stu came before you could again, his fingers rub your clit to help get you there. 

You always cum so quickly at this point, two thick fingers pushing the slippery cum back inside and pressing against that sweet spot every single time they enter you and the perfect friction and stimulation on the outside does you in rapidly. Body shuddering and sweat slick as you are gripped by the peak of your orgasm, it is drawn out until you are thoroughly spent and exhausted. Soon the hands lift one last time, leaving your swollen and stuffed cunt alone, and you are glad for the hard-earned break. Your arm released from behind your knees, you are so comfortable you could fall asleep right here, and you just might. You can hear the boys talking about what a good time that was and about you getting knocked up and you, all happy and sleepy are, of course, agreeing with a light laugh, “Yeah, I sure hope it happens this time.” 

Again, it’s fun! This is all in the name of insane orgasms and engaging in kink, you play along happily. 

Until the test comes back positive a few weeks later, and you are able to trace it back to this night. 

[waywardsou2]

My full Thunderbolts* review

Spoilers below

Yelena’s struggle's with her life feeling meaningless and just wanting a family that loves her hit so close to home in ways that I can hardly speak of. Her saying “Daddy I’m so alone” ripped my heart apart

John's quote of “on your left” and “I should have seen that coming” killed me I just…what the fuck the references were...I noticed them instantly how could you not

The killing of Antonia was so pointless and a horrible way to get rid of a character they had no idea what to do with

Bob is the sweetest character I have ever seen in my life and I need more content of him, the fact that after all that has happened, they are still experimenting on people is just fucking horrible. And vulnerable people no less. Fucking sick but it's America so what did I expect

I really hope Valentina dies she is such a bitch and I fucking hate her for what she did, trying to make a commodity out of the thunderbolts, she's just another power hungry official and I really hope she is kicked to the curb sooner rather than later.

Bucky being congressman was not explained, and I don’t understand it and I fucking hate it. Pointless subplot. (I actually made a post that is a potential explanation for this)

Having John Walker's wife and kid leave him and having Bucky say it was a low blow but I fucking appreciate it so much, but I also feel bad for him, more than I thought I would as a John Walker hater.

I think this movie has actually made me warm to John...he's still an asshole but part of me feels bad.

I think Bob might be a split personality, potentially. Or have some form of DID because by the looks of it Sentry/Evil Bob existed before he was experimented on, I just think the experiments made it worse. He’s kinda like the middle of the road for experimentation. Steve was the best and John was the worst, Bucky is a grey area and Bob is the middle…HE’S THE LIGHT AND THE DARK (And yes I know it wasn't the super soldier serum but still)

The way the light in the room ebbed and flowed from light to dark when Bob and Yelena were talking was so subtle but such a good hint

I am so fucking happy (and this is something I would never thought I would say) that there were no romantic plot lines, no interests, no sub plots. They didn’t try to pair Bucky with anyone, and they didn’t pair Yelena with anyone.

I really an rooting for a Bob and Yelena friendship, I need them so badly. Yesterday fast

The fact that we didn’t get to see Bucky’s rooms was a fucking crime and a waste of potential and I am so fucking mad about it. The on screen whump we could have been whiteness to would have been immeasurable (thank god I am writing a fic about this)

Alexi trying to do better by Yelena and having them actually talk things out even if it was only for a little bit was a golden moment and as someone with a shitty father figure I will cherish it for the rest of my life.

The movie was really good but there were a few meaningless subplots and a lot of things left unanswered but overall I really loved the movie. Even though it was small scale New York it was still the most exciting and climax filled movie. The editing was pretty good although some of the SFX was a little dodgy.

Sentry was the creepiest thing I have ever seen 10/10 would smash

No but seriously he was creepy as fuck and he made me flinch several times in the movie

It’s funny because the whole “dark person inside you” was actually something that my therapist discussed with me and this was literally something I faced. This is what my depression looked like with me and… oh my god it hit really close to home. And apparently it's a decently common conceptualisation of people's "inner demons" is literally a person. So this was a really good representation in my opinion. Especially with the darkness consuming Bob as he was beating up Sentry

I wish we could have seen the trauma of the other characters, that felt like wasted potential. I guess we saw what was necessary since the other stuff has mostly been explain and even shown before but still. It felt like such wasted potential to not extrapolate what was already there

The use of sound and things just going dead silent as the void took over was…perfect. Like literally the absolute nothingness was incredible

All of the characters holding onto Bob when he was struggling because beating down the darkness is never the answer was just

Something I actually talked to my therapist about also is that beating up your darkness or trying to fight fire with fire is not going to work. It’s only going to consume you and pull you down and make it worse. You have to accept it come to terms with it and learn to live with it and slowly it will fade…this is a perfect metaphor for basically all my mental health and I'm sure a lot of other people too.

Everyone with depression needs to see this movie because I swear as emotionally traumatised as I am…I feel like a cured me. It was so important for me to see that especially when my life has been feeling like shit lately

And that fact that I saw 0 AI in this movie was fantastic. No fucking AI my Marvel thank you very much. *spits on you* (at least from what I could tell I'm hoping I'm right)

THE END CREDIT SCENE WITH FUCKING THE “NEW AVENGERS” AND BUCKY HAVING TALKED TO SAM SAYING IT DIDN’T GO WELL. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. WHO EVEN NEEDS DR DOOM WE HAVE A WINTERFALCON DIVORCE ARC ALREADY ON THE WAY. DR DOOM MOVE OVER YOU PIECE OF SHIT LITERALLY NOTHING IS GOING TO COMPARE

Yelena sticking by Bob because she knows what it’s like when your at your lowest was so sweet. She knew he just needed someone. And he’s so kind

Omg I need to talk about Bob because he is a serious contender for DID because the different person, the gaps in his memory, the lows and the highs…if you have DID and you have seen thunderbolts (because I do not have DID) please tell me that you recognise that as DID or if it was just me

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MAD I WAS WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT BITCH HAD BOUGHT THE OLD AVENGERS TOWER. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT LADY, NONE. YOU NEED TO GET YOUR GREASEY MITS AWAY FROM WHERE IT ALL STARTED

I think Mel mentioning the 2012 Avengers movie was a nice hit. Because it really is a reset. I think my cousin was right, they needed to go down, to come back up again. Which meant taking a gamble to make some shit media and shrinking things back down to small (kind of I’ll get to that in a sec) and then working their way back up. Because this movie was just New York. New York was in danger and it was saved. Back to the old classics

However speaking on that the fact that, the Fantastic 4 showed up and were “extradimensional” does mean that the multiverse is still open. This leaves so much open for Doomsday we are going to basically (I think) have the original civil war plot line from the comics on a multiversal scale. That’s my vague idea based on what Thunderbolts set up

I really hope they give me more Bob content. I love these guys now. This is my favourite thing ever. New favourite Marvel anything. It is #1 golden cup and everything. Oh my lord.

Ok I’m going to take a shower I might be back with more

Ok I’m actually back the next day

I think I called it, I really think it was Bucky’s turn to be mischaracterized because a lot of that didn’t feel like Bucky, he was still a dork and still caring like he usually is. But it just didn’t feel like him, especially since his running for Congress wasn’t explained and it just seemed like a non-event. So…yeah, unfortunately, at least to me, Bucky didn’t feel like Bucky. Dare I say he was boring.

I was kind of hoping for more lore on the other characters but Ava and Bucky just got…side lined almost, they were there for a reason and I know Bucky is going to have a big role to play soon so they needed to be in this movie but it just felt odd. They were there just because

The intense found family aspect of this movie was honestly so beautiful and the messages of mental health were incredibly deep, though provoking and not stupid for once. Nothing was overlooked or changed to fit some sort of censored narrative. It was all blatant and in your face just how mental health should be represented because it is exactly like that. It’s big and loud and affects lots of people

[cozzzynook]

Can I offer some hurt / comfort for the TfOne Momatron au?

He really should have seen this coming but it still caught him by surprise. Taking in a deep vents Megatron turned his attention back down at Hot Rod who was standing at his pedes with wide optics and a tiny smile.

"Why do you want to know where sparklings come from?" Megatron grumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose bracing himself.

"Uhm...because I uh.." The little speedster lowered his gaze for a moment as he tweedled his thumbs. "Because I want a little sibling"

Megatron could feel his processor stall as he slowly kneeled down on one knee to better gaze Hot Rod in the optic. "You want a little sibling, why?"

Hot Rod's face scrunched up in a mix of guilt and worry while his spoiler fins slowly fell flat along his spine. Megatron could feel a faint wave as his sparklings EM field slowly clamped down closer to his frame, trying to hide from his carriers. After a few minutes of silence Hot Rod spoke. "Because I still feel Sire's spark bond and its rather lonely being the only sparkling..."

That shouldn't be possible, he purposely kept Hot Rod away from his Sire and anything that could trigger a bond. Pits he even broke his own bond when he was banished but it seemed it wasn't enough, Primus why wasn't it enough? Flatting his own plating Megatron reached out carefully cupping Hot Rod's shoulder. "How long have you felt your Sire's bond, little blaze?"

"For a few weeks" The little speedster chirped.

"Does it feel angry or mean?"

Hot Rod shook his helm. "No, just sad and worried. Sire seems to be always sad...I never feel them happy"

A flash of anger coiled itself in Megatron's spark, how dare that mech put such a burden on his sparkling! Letting out a gritted sigh Megatron would pull Hot Rod closer before gently nuzzling his helm. "I see, well you don't have to worry about your Sire anymore. I'll take care of that"

"But how do I stop feeling Sire's sadness?" Hot Rod blinked worry still on his face. Primus it hurt Megatron's spark.

"Try and ignore it for now my little blaze" Megatron gave another nuzzle this time drawing a soft giggle from the sparkling. "When your a little bigger I'll teach you how to block out spark bonds you don't want to feel"

Hot Rod nodded happily his small smile returning back onto his face. "What about my little sibling?" Mischief quickly found itself back in those bright blue optics.

Megatron shut his optics shaking his helm. "I'll think about it, now run along I still have a few thing I need to finish" He opened his arms to allow the speedster to move freely.

"Aww okay" Hot Rod chirped as he turned away already seeking some trouble he can get himself into. As he watched the sparkling hurry away a frown quickly returned to Megatron's face as he turned back to the stack of data pads on his desk already dreading the paper work.

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Meanwhile inside what once was Sentinels' tower Optimus paced back and forth in front of one of many windows over looking Iacon. He still hasn't told the others the full truth of what he knew, then again he had no idea himself until he asked what the strange feeling in his spark was. Now he completing on what to do as until recently he didn't know that he was Hot Rod's sire. Letting out a sigh Optimus finally sat down as while one servo ran down his face as he could more stress, guilt and worry fill his burdened spark. Primus give him strength, as he was so very very lost on what to do now.

^.^

I LOVE this! Thank you!!!

Explicit warning

If in this au b-127 doesn’t exist yet i can see meg & op having a battle where the two are alone & it ends in Optimus having his spike buried deep in Megatrons valve as Meggy sheds tears while conflicted, angry for still wanting Optimus, conflicted, horny & needing this more than ever while Optimus holds him close. Gripping Megatron so tight he leaves dents and billows constant exhaust from his pipes.

Optimus undoes the banishment in a moment of longing weakness and seals the decision when he feels Megatrons spark vibrating within him for just a nanosecond.

Optimus chooses his first and only selfish act and that is keeping his family and Megatron.

No matter how much work will now need to be done.

Be it B-127/bumblebee or another new mech/character. Hot rod now has a sibling and he gets to meet his sire for the first time.

And Momatron is definitely grumbly and big angry scary mom to literally everyone but his sparklings and stupid conjunx who is too lovestruck over his new frame and having him back

[esperantoauthor]

So, I have cancer...

About 6 weeks ago, at the age of 35, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. In less than 2 weeks, I'm having a double mastectomy.

So Esp, why are you posting about this on your fandom blog? Well, because it is really my only anonymous presence on the internet and while I am sharing a lot about my journey with friends and family, there are things I want to say that I don't want them to hear.

Also, I am hoping to do some watch parties with y'all while I am recovering. Time to take advantage of all those disparate time zones so you can watch shit with me in the middle of the work day (my time) and the early evening (your time).

Cancer really does feel like something that happens to other people, stronger people. When it comes for you, it is most of all surreal. I read a little about the stages of grief and something that stood out to me was that denial is a healthy coping mechanism your mind engages to protect itself from overwhelmingly bad news. It lets you put off fully confronting until you are ready, or it lets you confront it in little pieces rather than all at once.

I am incredibly lucky in so many ways. My cancer was caught very early and as long as the pathology comes back showing the same thing the biopsy showed, this surgery will be the beginning and the end of my cancer treatment. The reason it was caught so early feels like such a happy accident that it's a little scary to think about, honestly. I get chills.

So here's the story: A while back, my doctor's office pushed out an online questionnaire that wanted some family history. I filled it out and at the end it said that based on my family history, they recommended I take a genetic cancer panel. I kind of shrugged and said sure, why not. I didn't expect it to show anything. My family cancer history is minimal. I have exactly one blood relative who had breast cancer and she got it in her 70s. My dad had prostate cancer but back then I had no idea that could have anything to do with breast cancer. None of my doctor's have ever brought up concerns that I might be at increased risk of cancer. I did the test with sort of a shrug might as well attitude and that ambivalent decision is the only reason my cancer was caught stage zero.

I learned that I have a pathogenic BRCA mutation (yes, like the one Angelina Jolie was very public about having), which was a lot to process and probably needs to be a separate post. My gynecologist was flabbergasted when I told her, that's how unsuspicious my history looked. I started on the recommended "high risk" schedule of breast screenings, starting with a mammogram and a breast MRI (which I would then alternate doing every 6 months). I was told these tests would establish a baseline and was warned that since they have nothing to compare it to, there is a higher rate of false positives. So I wasn't overly concerned when the MRI results indicated a biopsy. The mammogram was clear, the clinical breast exam was clear. It was probably nothing. I was mostly just stressed about the procedure itself, since I don't do well with needles.

Well, the biopsy did not come back clear, as you probably guessed. They called me the next day to tell me I had cancer. I had a good cry and was mostly in shock. Two days later, I met with an oncologist who explained that even though my cancer was not yet invasive, it had already spread across a large area. So large that the surgery I was expecting to hear about, a lumpectomy, wasn't an option. I had already been reading about mastectomies, since many women choose to do a preventative double mastectomy when they find out they have BRCA. I had mostly decided I would stick with the screenings when I found out that I no longer had that choice. The only question was one breast or two. I thought about it but honestly it was easy to decide to do both at that point. My main fear was going through surgery and that was happening no matter what. My risk for developing cancer on the other side would be pretty high, thanks to my genetics. Plus, if I kept the other breast I would need to take hormone suppressing drugs for at least 5 years, which have unpleasant side effects.

So that's how I got here. My house is full of special mastectomy shirts and surgical bras and antiseptic body wash and special wedge pillows. I'm terrified. I just want to be on the other side of it. Wish me luck!

I don't know if I will post more on this topic, but if I do I will try to use the tag #esperanto does cancer, so feel free to filter that if you want to skip any future posts.

[hellboundskulls]

WC: 1.8K | Warnings: Slight Language | @hellboundskulls

[Reader] cannot stand Gojo. Never in their 25 years of knowing him have they ever gotten along with him. When they were 5, he would bother [Reader] all. the. time. When they were in high school, he would take [Reader]'s books, or their pencils. Even as the 'World's Strongest Sorcerer, he would still harass [Reader]. Since [Reader] also worked at Jujutsu High, they taught the second years, it just gave him even more of a chance to annoy them.

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It was [Reader]'s small break in between classes, so they were jotting down things like lessons plans, and grade on a loose piece of paper. As [Reader]'s rushed but neat handwriting fills the page, the door to the teacher's lounge swings open. [Reader] glances up at the distraction, rolling their eyes as they see who it is.

[Reader]: "Satoru," They greet, scanning him up and down. "what do you want?"

Gojo's eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans against the doorframe. He crosses his arms over his chest, smirking as he takes in the scene.

Gojo: "Just thought I'd check on my favorite teacher," He says, tone playful. "But it seems like you're busy. Working hard or hardly working?"

[Reader] grits their teeth. "Just the usual," They respond curtly. "What brings you here?"

Gojo pushes off the doorframe, strolling over to [Reader]'s desk. He flips through the papers, not really looking at them but just to annoy [Reader].

Gojo: "Ah, I see. So, you're not planning anything fun for the class today, huh?"

[Reader] snatches the papers back, giving him a stern look.

[Reader]: "I don't need your input on my curriculum, Satoru."

Gojo laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Just trying to keep the peace. But, you know, I might have some… alternative lesson ideas."

[Reader] sighs heavily, not bothering to hide their annoyance. "I'm sure you do, but my students aren't your personal guinea pigs."

Gojo: "Aw, come on. It'd be for their own good. They could learn a thing or two about not taking themselves too seriously."

[Reader]: "And what would that be teaching them about Jujutsu exactly?"

Gojo grins. "Survival skills. They need to know how to dodge a punch… or a prank, sometimes."

[Reader] can't help but laugh a little at that, despite their annoyance. "I'll think about it," They say, mostly to get him to leave. "But for now, I need to get back to work."

Gojo: "Alright, alright. I'll leave you to it. But remember, I'm here if you need me for anything… or anyone." He winks, before walking out of the room.

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[Reader] tries to brush past Gojo in the hallway, but he steps in front of them, blocking their path.

Gojo: "Hey, hey, where's the fire?" He asks, amusement clear in his voice.

[Reader] sighs, looking up at him. "I have a class to get to."

Gojo: "Ah, yes. The torture chamber of boredom, I presume?" He laughs, but there's a hint of genuine concern in his eyes. "How are you holding up, anyway?"

[Reader] crosses their arms over their chest. "I'm fine. Just busy."

Gojo's smile turns slightly more serious. "You know, you don't have to do everything alone."

[Reader] raises an eyebrow. "What are you offering, Gojo?"

Gojo: "Just a helping hand, if you need it. You've been looking pretty stressed lately."

[Reader] hesitates for a moment, considering his offer. "Why?"

Gojo's eyes narrow a bit. "Why wouldn't I offer to help?"

[Reader] thinks back to all the times Gojo has caused trouble for them. "Because you enjoy seeing me stressed?"

Gojo sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I know we've had our differences, but I do care about you. If you need help with anything, just ask."

[Reader] looks at him skeptically. "Fine. But no pranks."

Gojo holds up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Scout's honor."

[Reader] nods slowly. "Okay. But I'm holding you to that."

Gojo: "You got it. Now, go teach those youngins' something useful." He gives them a light pat on the shoulder before heading in the opposite direction.

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After a grueling day of teaching, [Reader] finally returns to their apartment, in which they share with you guessed it, Gojo! He's lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

Gojo: "Welcome home, [Reader]-san. How was your day?" He asks without looking up.

[Reader] throws their bag on the floor and collapses into an armchair. "Long. And you?"

Gojo: "Ah, you know. The usual. Saved the world, had a coffee, taught some brats how to not die."

[Reader] snorts. "Somehow, I doubt your curriculum is that straightforward."

Gojo looks up, grinning. "It's not, but I like to keep it simple for them. Plus, it keeps things interesting."

[Reader]: "Interesting for you, maybe. For me, it's just more paperwork."

Gojo laughs, setting his phone aside. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I did manage to catch a cursed spirit on my way here. So, there's that."

[Reader]: "Great. That's just what we needed."

Gojo shrugs. "What? It's part of the job."

[Reader]: "And what about the part of the job where you don't leave cursed spirits in the living room?"

Gojo looks over at the corner where a small, harmless-looking spirit is floating. "Don't worry, it's contained. It won't cause any trouble."

[Reader] sighs, rubbing their forehead. "Fine. Just make sure it doesn't get out."

Gojo: "Always do." He winks. "So, dinner plans?"

[Reader]: "I'll order takeout. I'm too tired to do shit."

Gojo: "Perfect. I'll grab the menus." He jumps up, disappearing into the kitchen. "What are you in the mood for?"

[Reader]: "Surprise me," They call out, closing their eyes and leaning their head back against the chair.

Gojo: "Alright. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Gojo returns with a stack of takeout menus, tossing them onto [Reader]'s lap.

[Reader] looks at the menus with a sigh. "I'll just pick one." They grab the first menu they see and open it up. "What do you want?"

Gojo: "Whatever you're getting."

[Reader]: "Fine. I'll just get us both the usual."

Gojo nods, sitting back down on the couch. "Sounds good to me."

[Reader] dials the number for their favorite restaurant. They place their order, then toss the phone onto the coffee table.

Gojo: "So, anything interesting happen today?"

[Reader] thinks for a moment before shaking their head. "Not really. Just the same old, same old."

Gojo: "Well, that's a lie. Something always happens when you're around."

[Reader]: "Not today."

Gojo smirks. "I bet you're just holding out on me."

[Reader]: "No, really. Nothing."

Gojo: "Alright, alright. But if anything does come up, you know where to find me."

[Reader]: "On the couch, most likely."

Gojo laughs. "Hey, I do my part."

[Reader] can't help but smile a little at his antics. It's annoying, but also… comforting, in a weird way. They've known each other for so long, they've grown accustomed to his constant presence.

As they wait for the food to arrive, Gojo starts flipping through the TV channels. [Reader] closes their eyes, trying to relax. The sound of the TV is oddly soothing.

Gojo: "You know, [Reader], you should take a break. You're gonna burn out if you keep pushing yourself like this."

[Reader]: "I'm fine," They murmur, not opening their eyes.

Gojo: "You say that, but I can see it in your eyes. You're tired."

Gojo: "Then let's make this weekend count. What do you want to do?"

[Reader]: "I don't know. Maybe just… stay in?"

Gojo: "Boring. But if that's what you want, we can do that. Just don't forget to live a little, okay?"

[Reader]: "I won't," They say, though the promise feels empty. They can't remember the last time they did something just for fun.

The doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of the takeout. Gojo jumps up, eager to claim the food.

Gojo: "I'll get it," He says, rushing to the door.

[Reader] opens their eyes and watches him go, feeling a strange mix of exasperation and… something else. Maybe it's just the exhaustion talking.

Gojo returns with the food, setting the bags down on the coffee table. The scent of meat and freshly cooked vegetables fills the air.

Gojo: "Ah, perfect timing. I'm starving."

[Reader] opens their eyes and sits up, reaching for their wallet. "Let me get that."

Gojo waves them off. "Nah, I've got it." He says, pulling out a handful of money to pay for the food.

[Reader] "You sure?"

Gojo: "Yeah, it's on me. Consider it an apology for all the times I've annoyed you."

[Reader]: "You're gonna need at least 700,000¥ to apologize."

Gojo laughs, handing over the money. "I know. But hey, it's worth it."

[Reader] can't help but feel a warmth spread through them at his gesture. Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

As they sit down to eat, the tension between them seems to ease a bit. They talk about the students, the school, and even their shared past. For once, it's a conversation that doesn't end in an argument or a prank gone wrong.

Gojo: "Remember when we first met?" He asks, popping a piece of sushi into his mouth.

[Reader] chuckles. "How could I forget?"

Gojo: "You were so serious, even as a kid. It was kind of adorable."

[Reader]: "I was not adorable. I was just… focused."

Gojo: "Well, you've definitely grown into your role as a teacher."

[Reader]: "Thanks. And you've… well, you've certainly become a force to be reckoned with."

Gojo grins, his cheeks slightly pinking. "Thanks. I try."

[Reader]: "Too hard sometimes."

Gojo laughs, raising his chopsticks in a toast. "To old rivals and new beginnings."

[Reader] clinks their chopsticks against his, smiling. "To old rivals."

The conversation turns to the future and their hopes and dreams. It's a side of Gojo hasn't seen in a long time. Maybe there's more to him than just mischief and power.

As the night goes on, they watch a movie, the comfortable silence between them speaking volumes. [Reader] can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, they're finally starting to understand each other.

Gojo: "You know, [Reader]. You're not so bad."

[Reader] looks over at him, eyebrow raised. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

Gojo: "Well, it's not an insult."

[Reader]: "I'll take it." They say, their head falling on his shoulder as the movie plays on.

Gojo: "Good." He says, his arm moving around their shoulders. "Because I don't know what I'd do without you around to keep me in line."

[Reader]: "Somehow, I think you'd manage."

Gojo: "But it's so much more fun with you here."

Gojo: "Only when it's true."

[Reader] smiles, leaning into his embrace. For the first time in a long time, they feel like maybe, just maybe, they're on the same page. And it's surprisingly… nice.

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But like hypothetically if I decided to make a series of YouTube video breaking down and rambling about how I think the first year trio encompass the full gradient scale of what it means to be “morally good” and how by the end of the series they have grown exponentially but their moral inner workings are so entrenched in who they are they never needed to change they just became more of who they already were.

Because initially Yuuji wants to save the world in that abstract way all heroes do, Megumi is only interested in saving those he can save and Nobara is only interested in those she wants to save. And all these are treated as morally valid by the narrative and not really flaws in need of changing but instead philosophies in need of refining and understanding.

Because Jujutsu Society as a whole encourages and thrives off a moral apathy or superiority, they are in the business of killing curses not saving lives and that ultimately raises the question of if you’re going out there everyday killing curses and inadvertently saving lives does it really matter the reason why? Or the morality behind it? Maybe not to you but to the society, maybe.

So anyway, hypothetically ….would you be hypothetically interested👀

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