#he looked genuinely surprised when Wild apologised I just-

[valec275]

FOUR WASN’T EVEN EXPECTING AN APOLOGY WILD SPENT LAST UPDATE WORRYING FOR NOTHING LMAO

Fucking

Hyrule: Yeah so the little guy wants to see you :)

Wild internally probably: Ah shit our fight yeah he probably wants an apology that’s fair I did shove him I’ll go apologise and pray I don’t die

Four: Can’t wait to give the Champion this sword :)

[natsuki208]

Lullaby For a Stormy Night 🌙

It’s been years since this has happened, but Ciel wishes for Sebastian’s comfort to assist during the truly wild storm outside.

———

How sad. As a demon, he has no need for sleep like mortal beings. Because of this, he stays up all night in his tiny room reading a couple of books from the major’s library. Either that or preparing plans for tomorrow’s breakfast within his head.

But that isn’t the present problem; it’s the fact that he cannot concentrate on neither due to the loud thundery commotion outside these walls.

This is certainly nowhere near an April shower, the sky is much darker and greyer than usual, winds howling like wolves, rain pouring down in buckets, and to top it all off, the thunder and lightning pattern going mad. Every couple of minutes don’t go by without a bright flash accompanied by a roaring bang.

Sebastian has witnessed storms such as this many times before, but it gets irritating after a while when no being able to have some peace after another long day - and the thought of Finny or the other servants begging to stay with him for the whole night.

Suddenly, another sound occurs. It isn’t a natural sound that comes with a thunderstorm, and it’s mostly from the direction of the bedroom door. Did Sebastian thought too soon? Are the servants crowding outside with puppy dog eyes? Like that would ever work.

“Yes?” The demon questions with a monotone voice, placing down his book onto his lap.

The door softly opens - so it cannot be the bothersome trio - but instead, he sees only one eye peep in. One which Sebastian is all too familiar with.

If the teal coloured eye isn’t convincing enough, then the other eye being covered by the white eyepatch would certainly give it away. The young lord himself appears to be anxious, blushing red like a spring rose, and begins walking slowly towards the bed. This is an honest surprise to the demon; he hasn’t seen his boy in this state in a good long while. But still, he keeps his composure and allows him to rest on the side of the mattress.

It takes a silent minute for Sebastian to wait for a response, paying close attention to the young earl’s nervousness like a hawk, before starting the conversation himself.

“Whatever could be the matter, young master?”

That title. Usually it wouldn’t bother the boy in the slightest, not in the last three years at least, but now it makes his skin crawl. He shuts his one eye in disgust.

“I thought I told you to cut the act.” He replies annoyingly.

Sebastian quickly remembered. No other statement can make this demon any more glad, or at least, bring an honest smile to his face. He gets the strength to properly posture himself while sitting up in his bed, fully engage with their ongoing talk.

“That’s right. I apologise… Ciel. It’s a force of habit still.” He continues with a more fatherly tone now.

Memories of the old days come flowing back to the boy once Sebastian said his name. It almost has him face the demon in the eyes, but with a little restraint, isn’t ready yet until he gives out his piece. Speaking of which, that’s exactly what Sebastian is primarily curious about.

“Now, whatever could be wrong? It is very rare for you to come and see me during the night like this.”

“I…” He pauses. For the first time in ages, she shows genuine embarrassment. Clutching tightly onto his nightgown, he gains enough courage to look right at the eyes of his adoptive parent. The smile presenting calms his nerves just a tad. “I cannot sleep with the blasted weather outside.”

“Oh, is that so?” Sebastian wonders, he knows there’s more to it than what Ciel implied, so he adds in a teasing tone.

“Y-Yes. I’m fully aware of the busy schedule I have for tomorrow… and so I need proper sleep to feel more motivated.”

Ciel hesitated, and he gulped in between that sentence. There’s something bothering him for certain.

“So what do you wish for me to do about it?” The demon asks calmly. “Clear the storm away? It’s not a problem for me in the slightest. Although it’s not very mundane to mess with Mother Nature.”

The irritated boy opens his mouth again, as to share yet another complaint, when in that moment…

*BANG!*

Thunder booms much louder this time, causing Ciel to let out a tiny shriek under his breath, lying face down onto the bed in embarrassment.

No words are needed to express to Sebastian how his child’s really feeling. As many humans say: actions are much louder. Knowing this, he’s motivated to reach out his hand to gently pat Ciel’s hair, and so he does. The best part is that the boy doesn’t smack his hand away like normally does these days, instead, he embraces it. Now this surely brings back an old warm glow inside which Sebastian thought was lost since that fateful day.

Once Ciel’s breathing slows, the demon shares his response.

“I see now. There’s no need to be so shameful, Ciel. Many humans can hardly bare the ruckus which are thunderstorms; not just the ones around your age either.”

“Don’t patronise me in that way.” Ciel muffles into the sheets, but can still be heard by his parental figure.

Despite their bond being slowly stitched back together ever since the unplanned events of the Campania, his child will never lost that sharp tongue he developed. Which can be argued as being a typical teenage thing but still.

A quiet chuckle vibrates in Sebastian’s throat. “Well, forgive me for trying to give good comfort then.”

Ciel raises his head slightly from the bed sheets (brief tears are visible) before the rest of his body follows until he’s now sitting up in front of the demon. Wiping his uncovered eye, he goes quiet. He wants to continue but can’t think of the right words. So Sebastian has to once again repeat the previous question he started with.

“Is there a more mundane way you wish for me to help in this time of need?”

‘Why say it as if it’s a final request?’ The boy thinks to himself.

There is something he secretly wants Sebastian to offer, but doesn’t know how to explain. All he wants is for fatherly comfort again, but is mortified to express it verbally. He isn’t so little anymore, he’s the Earl of the Phantomhive manor now, the last thing he needs is to be pampered like a sensitive infant again. But he really misses it.

Whilst hesitating, he quickly glances at the gesture Sebastian is now making. Patting the free space beside him; clearly encouraging him to relax. He could ponder on how he can read his mind so easily, but hey, that’s a common parent thing. Ciel actually falls through with it and shifts to that very spot on the bed. The pillow is soft, as plush as the one in his own bedroom.

Feeling at ease, he stares up at Sebastian whom returns a friendly gaze and smile back at him.

“Don’t ever tell that I requested this with anyone, got it?” Ciel demands, but it isn’t angrily, more like peacefully asking.

“Of course not. I would never.” Sebastian assures his child with such a honest tone. Ciel trusts him.

“I-I want you to sing. Not too loudly, as the servants will hear you. Do so until I’ve fallen asleep.”

There it is. Sebastian expected this from the very beginning. It took longer than he anticipated, but it’s out now. The demon could not feel any more thankful that Ciel came to terms with their bond after so long, or else he’d never hear this sort of request ever again. But enough stalling, Sebastian resumes the loving stroking of Ciel’s hair and whispers as to not disturb the peace.

“Certainly, my child.”

He lies down onto his side, his hand moves down to lightly rub Ciel’s arm, and begins to sing in the tone similar to a soft breeze.

-

Little child, be not afraid, Though rain pounds harshly against the glass. Like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger, I am here tonight.

Little child, be not afraid, Though thunder explodes and lightning flash. Illuminates your tear-stained face, I am here tonight.

And someday you'll know, that nature is so, The same rain that draws you near me. Falls on rivers and land, on forests and sand, Makes the beautiful world that you'll see. In the morning.

-

The lullaby continues, memories of the old nights of a younger Ciel cradled in his arms flow back like a river, they almost forget about the storm outside.

Ciel can feel his eyes drooping to close; he doesn’t shake them back open. He simply goes along with the sweet melody until he’s fully blacked out.

After the second chorus, Sebastian is fully aware that his boy is off back to dreamland by now, and so he sits back up onto the bed and carefully picks him up as to not wake him. He slowly opens the door and makes his way down the hallway, all while Ciel is carried safely in Sebastian’s arms like he’s a tiny child again. The winds are still blustering like crazy however, so Sebastian continues the song as a soothing distraction with the same genuine smile.

-

And someday you'll know, that nature is so, The same rain that draws you near me. Falls on rivers and land, on forests and sand, Makes the beautiful world that you'll see. In the morning.

Everything's fine in the morning. The rain'll be gone in the morning. But I'll still be here in the morning.

There will be a very stormy wind happening where I’m from, and so, I wrote this to comfort me during this time. I hope you guys like it as well. Stay safe. 👋

Song: link

[ohblimeygeorge]

I saw an anon ask to @russilton about pregnant George learning to crochet and this just instantly came to me and I had to get it down.

I’ve never written gewis before so this was fun!

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George is nothing if not an over thinker. Lewis knows that much.

So it’s not a total surprise to find an empty spot next to him in bed at 2:36am.

George does this sometimes, when his mind is working overtime and he has so many thoughts going through his brain that he finds himself getting restless and feeling smothered by the rumpled bedsheets and another warm body snoring next to him, so takes himself off to make a cuppa in the kitchen where he can take a moment to breathe and focus his mind into the night sky past the kitchen window and on the life still bustling about below. He’ll spend half an hour or so there before feeling calmer and able to slip back in beside Lewis, no longer feeling overwhelmed and instead snuggling back under Lewis’ arm to cuddle in close. Lewis panicked the first few times it happened, demanding to know what was wrong and wanting to help but now he realises that sometimes George just needs that space and he’ll come back when he’s ready.

So he dozes off again, fully expecting the next time he wakes to find his missing boyfriend back where belongs.

It’s 4:24am and George is still missing.

This starts setting alarms bells ringing in Lewis’ head because this is unusual. It’s been almost 2 hours and he’s still not come back. Lewis knows George has been doing his disappearing act a little more lately, knows the kind of thoughts he’s having and knows now more than ever George has been feeling especially claustrophobic when he gets like this.. but Lewis can’t help but worry. Even if George waves him off to go back to bed, he needs to find him.

So he shoves his slippers on and stumbles into the kitchen, expecting to find him there sipping on his camomile tea, sleep creases on his face, hair wild. But he’s not.

He checks the living room - not there. Bathroom? George has been known to spend quite a bit of time in there as of late so it’s not unreasonable Lewis thinks. Not in there either.

Then he realises there’s only one room really left to check.

Walking back down the hall, he notices the door slightly ajar so knows he’s right. Pushing it open more, he’s immediately hit with the soft glow of the lamp on the dresser and the comfy armchair in the corner is filled with George’s lanky limbs and rounded belly. And he’s - knitting?

“George?”

Jumping at the voice, George looks up and freezes mid stitch, cheeks blushing red at being caught. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Lewis replies dumbly, moving into the room and leaning up against the changing table. “You’ve been gone ages.”

“Oh, sorry..” George apologises, just now spotting what the time is by the clock on the dresser, “lost track of time.”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Ok… why are you knitting at four in the morning?”

With an exasperated sigh, George lays his craft on his belly, “it’s not knitting, Lew, I’ve told you, it’s crochet.” He explains, as if Lewis is the dumbest guy ever to not know the difference no matter how many times George has told him now, “and I just thought I should carry on making some cute things for her.”

After not being allowed to race anymore, George had to find something else to occupy his time. Lewis genuinely thought he’d just stay at the pit wall or hang around the garage, not being able to stay away but no. He went into full on nesting mode and decided he wanted to learn a new hobby that would benefit the baby so crochet it was. He was actually pretty good - although Lewis knew George was great at anything he put his mind to - and had already made a few hats and a blanket for her and made Lewis a scarf which he wore at the very next race, showing off George’s accomplishments.

“Right…” Lewis is still confused at the explanation but thinks there’s a little something more to it. “And you thought this time of morning was the ideal time to start?”

“Mhm.”

Lewis watches him for a moment, his concentration fixed as he methodically follows the YouTube tutorial which he’s only just now noticed George has up on his phone perched on the arm. It’s suppose to be a cardigan apparently, looks like it’ll turn out super cute with the colour matching the already made blanket and Lewis would be lying if he said he couldn’t imagine how adorable their daughter would look in it. But so far George had only made the back and half an arm so there was still some way to go. He’s impressed with how good it looks already. He watches him a little while longer, noting the characteristic crease between his brows and knows he’s trying his hardest to quiet his brain. Bending down to be level with him and earning a quiet snort from George as his knees creak with the effort, Lewis places his hand on George’s knee, gaining his full attention once more. “Babe, talk to me.”

He doesn’t expect it, but George suddenly tears up and it’s like once he’s started, he can’t stop. Startled, Lewis pauses his video for him and gently takes the half made cardigan and crochet hooks out of George’s hands and places it down on the floor carefully before pulling him in for a hug. He lets George cry it out before he feels ready to talk, running a soothing hand up and down his back, letting his nails lightly scratch at the same time the way he knows George likes. It’s a little awkward of an angle especially with the bump but Lewis doesn’t care. “Talk to me.” He repeats softly.

Letting out a choked breath as he stems his tears, George sits back and places his hands around his bump protectively, rubbing his thumbs on the skin where he can feel her wiggling about. “I just.. I just want things to go right.”

“What do you mean?” Lewis asks

“Well, like, what if something goes wrong with the birth? What if I do something wrong and it hurts her? I haven’t even packed a bag yet and there’s only a few weeks left to go and there’s so much to do in here still! And what if when she is here we don’t know what to do with her? Like how will we know what her cries mean? Or what time to put her to bed and wake her up? How will we know when to start helping her to roll over or crawl or walk? Or what if she doesn’t like us? Doesn’t like me?” He finished his ramble with a big stuttering inhale, blue eyes wide and watery.

Lewis knew George was a pretty emotional person anyway but pregnancy hormones had amplified that. So he knew not to react unkindly despite how silly some of the things he was worried over sounded. “George, babe, listen to me okay? You have nothing to be worried about. The bag thing, we’ll sort tomorrow yeah? Get it sorted, no problem. The room can wait because she’ll be sleeping in with us for at least the next 6 months anyway.” He soothed, “You won’t do anything to hurt her because I know you would do anything to make sure she’s safe. And no parent knows what they’re doing first time round yeah? It’s all learning and trial and error and learning what works for us as a family. And things like walking, we really don’t need to worry about that just yet.” He chuckled, “and of course she’ll like you. She’ll adore you. Just like I do.”

George just gave a pathetic little sniffle as he listened to what his boyfriend had to say. “I’m sorry for being so stupid.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands still rubbing patterns on his skin.

Lewis looked personally offended at that and placed his hands on George’s cheeks getting him to focus fully on him. “Don’t ever apologise for being worried ok? And you are not stupid. This whole becoming a parent thing is really scary for me too, so I’m right there with you but all we need to focus on is not things going right but just doing this together and loving her. That’s all we can do and the rest will follow, yeah?”

George nodded as best he could with his face being held in the protective grip of Lewis.

Feeling satisfied that he understood, Lewis let go and bent down to pick up the forgotten item on the floor. “Now, why don’t you carry on with this for a bit longer? Then we can come back to bed and get some sleep.” Lewis suggested, handing back the little pink half-cardigan.

“We?” George asked, confused, “Lew, it’s okay, you can go back to bed. It’ll be boring just watching me.”

“Nah, I want to.” Lewis answered, sitting back on the floor to lean his back against the dresser and getting comfy. “Besides, I can watch you and maybe pick up a few tips and then we can make a whole wardrobe for her!”

George just let out a snort as he saw Lewis’ cheeky smirk, settling himself to get cosy in the chair again before pressing play on his phone to resume the video.

After half an hour of comfortable, peaceful silence, both men were asleep, letting out soft snores in their soon-to-be daughter’s room.

[abiiors]

Genuinely! As soon as I start finding anyone interested in someone, I look it up and like 9/10 there is some Aquarius in there!

(helllllp you're joking?! Because I just saw you post about what he was doing to his class and I was like 'hehe that's funny' and that's the post that was giving Taurus from you 😭)

So you can get a kind of like basic chart as long as you know someone's date of birth, and where they were born. But it's best if you know their birth time because houses add more layers to what you can see like their rising sign etc.

Matty's birth time is out because people asked Denise for it one day on Twitter and she just dropped it no questions asked 💀 Not sure about the other guys, use can use websites like astroseek and astrocharts and plug in the info about their birth and stuff and charts should come up.

No that was hilarious because Matty ticks off just about every Aries stereotype there is tbh I wasn't remotely surprised and most astrogirlies aren't when they find out his big 6 too 💀 kind of shows why he can be his own worst enemy sometimes!

Ooh god I've been wanting to talk about this for a hot minute I don't want to clog up your ask so I'll just tell you one thing I've found interesting. So Matty's Moon is in Taurus and Ross' Mercury is in Taurus and the moon is a lot to do with your inner world feelings etc and who you really are so like Ross sees that and because Mercury is about communication because they are conjunct (I.e the same sign) that's why Ross wittily calls Matty out on his shit, and because Matty has all that Aries energy he kind of needs it to bring him back to centre? But Ross has a lot of Cancer placements so he can be in his feelings quite a lot and not really be that expressive unless he's really heated when you have that combination of water (cancer placements) and earth energy (Taurus) you might be feeling a waay about something serious and just sit on it. Which is why Matty's Aries Mercury which is fiery helps him out if that makes sense?? Like to advocate for himself more because he gets what he's trying to say AND can say it. And I feel like you can literally see that in the way they act? I could go on tbh because they actually share quite a few signs in different placements there's so many of those links in-between all their charts it's kinda wild because that's probably why their friendship is so strong.

Sorry for rambling I know this was long but no definitely be proud of your Taurus energy I love a Taurus placement!🖤

AHAHA i'm glad there's a specific post of mine that gives taurus vibes lol

also wow denise really does the MOST for people

okay i read the wizard of oz explanation like thrice so now it makes a bit more sense than before but essentially their signs are complementary which is why they work so well together

But Ross has a lot of Cancer placements so he can be in his feelings quite a lot and not really be that expressive unless he's really heated

this made me giggle because i would love to see him get heated but we are derailing lol

also don't apologise for it being long haha, i was realy curious. thanks for explaining it to me <33

[shesinchargeareyoukidding]

A/N Guys, you're never going to believe this. I did it.

So a little info on where I've been: In april I got mononucleosis and it was bad. It made me chronically tired and I don't think I've fully recovered yet. I'm also very busy with school so that's a thing. I can't make any promises on when I'll pick up where I've left off, but I did write this oneshot that ended up being 2000 words. I hope people still enjoy this!

The first time Eddie fell ill after he moved in with Wayne

Wayne sat opposite his young nephew, who had been living with him for almost a month now. Things were still a bit strange. Both of them were getting used to their new situation and to each other. Most of Eddie’s usually bright and wild smiles seemed just a little too forced to Wayne and his honest attempts at connecting emotionally to his nephew were often met with careful words that Wayne knew for sure wasn’t genuine. There was so much brewing underneath Eddie’s carefully chosen façade. It made Wayne silently despair but he knew he had to be patient. Trust took time and lord knows his nephew’s trust had been shattered over and over again.

Wayne wouldn’t trade taking Eddie in for anything though, he mused as he watched Eddie play with his bowl of sugary cereal. Despite the influence of Wayne’s complicated brother, Eddie had always been kind, pure and unique. There wasn’t a bad bone in that kid’s body and Wayne wanted nothing but to cherish all the good he could see in him, to get those big smiles to reach his eyes again.

This morning Eddie had been quiet. Too quiet. His smile wasn’t just insincere, it was barely there. And aside from a quiet “Mornin’, Wayne.” He also hadn’t said anything. Wayne sat opposite Eddie at their small table, scrambling for the right words that might get this skittish boy to open up to him. Because up until now, he’d yet to find them.

“So uhm…. Is… is everything alright, kid?” He tried. Eddie looked up from his cereal, looking like he’d been lost deep in thought and struggling to come back to the real world.

“Huh?” He managed.

“Ya just seem kinda down. You feelin’ okay?” Wayne carefully tried to explain.

“Oh…” The kid frowned and shook his head to himself.  “Sorry. I didn’t- uhm, I could-” He started to apologise, looking stressed in a way no eleven year old should ever look.

“No, no, kid. I didn’t mean it like that. Yer just quiet, is all.  Just wanna know if yer okay.” Wayne tried to backtrack. He didn’t know what he’d said wrong and so he had no idea how to fix it, if there even was anything to fix. God, he was so not cut out for this job. Eddie blinked at him in stunned surprise at the question. He eyes flitted around, clearly just as lost for words as Wayne felt.

“I’m… yeah. I- I’m fine, sir.” He fumbled eventually, still frowning faintly in confusion.

“Don’t have to call me sir, Ed. Ya never did before and don’t need to start now.” Wayne reminded him. His nephew’s eyes flitted up at him and he nodded carefully. Wayne saw he wasn’t getting anywhere for now and decided to drop it, taking in the boy’s shaking hands and the fact he’d barely eaten his breakfast and filing it away for later.

As Eddie left for school, Wayne made a mental note to keep a closer eye on him. He knew that for most of Eddie’s live, he’d lived in an environment where showing weakness was not acceptable, even dangerous. Wayne also knew that there were probably some deeply rooted traumas that they would have to work through that he wasn’t going to fix overnight. But God, did he want to. Wayne hated to see Eddie so skittish around him. Always trying to figure out some hidden meaning behind Wayne’s words that just wasn’t there, some hidden catch that could be sprung on him any moment. Wayne didn’t know what to do about this other than show his nephew again and again that there was no catch. That he was safe to express himself and that he could stay here no matter what.

When Eddie came home it was like his mood during breakfast had never happened. Back were the gigantic grins, the long rambling stories, the jittery movements. Wayne felt like he’d imagined it all. After dinner, they stood side by side doing the dishes. Wayne washed them, and Eddie dried them. he was still too short to reach the overhead cupboards, so he piled all the clean dishes on the counter. In between handling the fragile dishes, Eddie was performing a song that they had learned in school, including a silly little dance that was completely Eddie’s own creation. Wayne found himself laughing heartily at his nephew’s antics and when they were done and Eddie took a deep bow, Wayne dried off his hands and reached out to ruffle Eddie’s curls. The scalding heat he felt radiating off Eddie’s scalp shocked him into a horrified yelp.

“Jesus H Christ in hell, boy!” Wayne pulled his hand back like he’d been burned, eyes wide in shock.

Eddie about leaped out of his skin at his uncle’s unusual outburst.

“Yer burnin’ up! How have you just- Why didn’t ya tell me?” Wayne continued.

Eddie’s hand flew up to his own forehead and palmed at the heat radiating from his skin. Huh, that’s weird. That did explain why everything ached. Shit.

Wayne moved in to touch Eddie again, but the kid quickly danced out of his reach. He didn’t know where he stood with his normally stoic uncle and frankly, he didn’t want to find out. No thank you. He made a mad dash for the door to nurse his aches in isolation, but Wayne was quicker and before he knew it, a strong arm wrapped around his middle.

“No, no, no. Stay here Ed, please.”  His uncle quickly turned them around and let Eddie go. He stood with his back against the door, blocking Eddie’s escape route while also giving him space. Eddie frantically looked around him for another exit, he seriously considered squeezing through a window when he heard his uncle speak again, his voice brittle and quiet.

 “Please, I want you to stay.”

Wayne slowly let himself slide down to the floor, with his back pressed against the door.

“Tell me what I gotta do so you’ll stay.” Wayne implored. Eddie locked eyes with his uncle and saw nothing but worry.

Eddie cautiously slid down to the floor too, facing Wayne. His back resting against the heavy coffee table.

“I’ll stay” he murmured. Wayne released a heavy breath. He didn’t miss the guarded look Eddie still wore, nor the way his hands pushed against the floor, still ready to push himself up as quickly as he could.

“I’m sorry I yelled. I didn’t mean to do that.” Wayne started.

“Oh…” Eddie murmured.

“Can you tell me what you’re feeling? Or thinkin’?” Wayne tried.

Eddie shook his head, biting his lip.

“Please, Ed. Can you try?” Wayne practically pleaded. Eddie gnawed at his bottom lip as his eyes darted from Wayne, to the floor and back.

“I’m… confused.” He eventually said. Wayne nodded, happy with what little he got.

“Alright. Why are you confused?” He asked. Eddie shrugged.

“I don’t know what you want me to do. I thought you were mad” The boy muttered lowly.

“I wasn’t mad. I was shocked and worried. Still worried in fact.” Wayne explained softly.

Eddie gave him a skeptical look, which made Wayne let out an exasperated sigh.

“Ed, I can’t take care of ya properly if ya don’t talk to me when yer feelin’ bad. How long have you been sick?” He pushed.

Eddie’s gaze was fixed on the carpet as he shook his head. Wayne had no problem letting the silence stretch a little further, but eventually decided that he had to pull the weight of the conversation a little longer.

“You said ya didn’t know what I wanted you to do.” He nudged. Eddie finally looked at him again and nodded.

“Yeah. I thought you wanted me to be happier, or louder or whatever and I- I did! And now you’re mad at me for not acting sick? I don’t get it!” Eddie exclaimed. He hunched in on himself like his declaration had physically hurt him. He drew his knees to his chest and rested his face on them.

“What do you want from me?” The kid murmured into his knees.

“The truth.” Wayne said. “Kid, when I asked ya how yer were feelin’ this mornin’, that wasn’t a roundabout way for me to tell you to stop bein’ down. I really wanted to know how you were feelin’.”

Eddie scowled at that.

“Ya don’t believe me?” Wayne asked

Eddie immediately flinched and started to stutter. “I- I mean… I didn’t say- Of course I…”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. It’s alright.” Wayne took a deep breath and chose a different approach.

“Do ya remember last week when mrs. Strong chased me out of her trailer with a goddamn broom?” Wayne asked.

Eddie’s face twitched as it fought not to smile. He had giggled so loud when he had witnessed his uncle ducking back into the trailer. “Yeah?” He said, wondering where this was going.

“Do ya know why she did that?” Wayne continued. Eddie shook his head.

“Well, she brought us those rock hard cupcakes, remember?” Eddie nodded. “So when I brought back the tray she asked me what I thought of them…” Eddie’s jaw dropped and a surprised laugh escaped him.

“Yep.” Wayne confirmed Eddie’s suspicions. “Truth just came out ‘for I could stop it. Can’t lie to be polite for anythin’. That might not have been the best call, but do you get what I’m tryna say, Ed?” The look Eddie gave him now was curious and open. Wayne allowed himself a small smile at this change. “I always tell the truth. Even when I probably shouldn’t. Even when all it gets me is a damn broom to my face.” Wayne smiled wryly. Eddie full on giggled now. And Wayne decided to hammer his point home. “I always tell the truth. So when I tell ya I want ya to be honest with me, ain’t nothin’ else to it.” Wayne concluded.

He could see his nephew mulling it over. Eddie gave Wayne an earnest look. “How… how are you feeling right now? I just… I don’t think I can tell. You’re so…” Eddie made a vague gesture with his hand. “And dad was so…” He wildly shook both hands around. Wayne chuckled a bit at that. “That’s… Oh man, that’s us alright.”

“How am I feelin’? Well, I feel like I’m screwing this whole takin’ care of ya thing up real bad. I’m worried about yer health and I’m sad that ya didn’t tell me. Frankly it worries me that I couldn’t tell that you were sick. I guess I’m also scared, ‘cause I’m supposed to know what to do here and I don’t, kid. I don’t know how to take care of you.”

Eddie blinked at him with large eyes. “That’s… a lot.” He sympathised.

Wayne nodded, his eyes soft as he looked at his nephew. “Your turn now, kid.” He said quietly.

Eddie traced his fingers over the worn carpet of the trailer as he thought. “I feel… achy. Tired. And scared too I guess. I don’t know how to let you take care of me.” He looked up as he finished. And Wayne gave him an encouraging nod.

“Let’s just give it a shot then, yeah? See how we feel and go from there?” He asked, slowly getting up.

Eddie nodded cautiously as he unsteadily rose to his feet. “I really don’t think it’s that bad though, Wayne. You don’t have to be scared. I used to get sick all the time and I still went to school and everything! I was fine.” He shrugged. Wayne sighed worriedly.

“That’s what I’m worried about, kid. Who could you go to if you felt sick?” He asked. Eddie looked to the floor and shrugged again. Wayne slowly put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder and squeezed it gently.

“Exactly. Well, ya got me now, kid. So no more hiding.”

how do u think wayne handled Eddie getting fevers? or his FIRST fever ever being with Wayne

Eddie's first fever ever being with Wayne was handled with PANIC (but like internal Wayne-panic )

Like, this was Wayne on the outside

And this was Wayne on the inside

I think it stresses Wayne out when Eddie gets sick because when Eddie gets sick he gets reeeeally sick and Wayne feels completely inadequate as a caretaker ( he feels all gruff and clumsy) even though he's soooo good with Eddie. Anyway, this ask inspired me and I might have written half a oneshot about Eddie's first fever. If I finish it I'll attach it to this post.

[lander64]

Viper walked through the halls of Jade Mountain Academy to her assigned cave. She followed her map to a tee, only looking up from it ever so often to check she was on the right path. Her fellow students didn’t pay her much mind, and Viper preferred it that way.

Of course, just assuming dragons would stay out of your way was hopeless at best. So it shouldn’t of been surprising to Viper when she inevitably bumped into one. What was surprising was the dragon she did bump into, a dragon she knew most of her life. A Skywing who now despised her entire existence.

“Flame.” She said.

“viper.” Flame hissed back.

Viper stared at her old friend. The two of them used to be so close, sure their friendship was built on the bullying of other dragonets, yet there was a genuine fellowship between them. Now Flames eyes were covered in disgust. Viper knew he wanted nothing better then to shun her from existence, as with many dragons, but for her it was more personal. While Flame had done his best to hide it from Viper, she knew well the scarred half of his face. It was her tail barb that caused it, after all, even if it was accidental.

Whenever Viper thought back on her life, it was etched with a soft sadness masqueraded in stubborn aggression. Most her whole life a lie, only to benefit those at the top. Everyone in your life pretending you were the saviour the world needed, then you and the rest of the false dragonets being discarded as soon as it was no longer valuable to have them there.

Sure, Vipers parents still cared and loved her as they always did, but nobody else in the talons tried to make amends or even apologise. In fact, they’d pretended most of the false dragonets didn’t exist after they arrived back from the Nightwing island. Whenever Viper noticed someone starring at her, they turned their eyes hoping they weren’t caught by her. But Viper always did.

Out of them all, Ochre was perhaps the luckiest. Ochre had never been close to any of them. Neither was he a subject of Viper and Flames bullying. Once the war ended, he had gone back to live with his sibs. They moved away from the talons and back to the Mud Kingdom. From what Viper had heard, Ochre was doing well and had been able to move on from what had happened on the Nightwing island.

Squid, as he like to remind the other dragonets to many times, was the son of the now ex-leader of the talons. So of course after the war he chose to stay with them, apparently training to be a spy, but Viper didn’t know for sure. Growing up, Viper thought Squid was the most whiny, self absorbed dragonet in the world and would make sure he knew it, with her claws. Nautilus made no secret to his blatant favouritism towards his son, either, and it made Vipers hatred towards him worse. But after the burning of the Skywing outpost, and Squids brutal exile into the wilds of Pyrrhia, she began to see him in a more pitiful way. She saw him as someone with so much handed to him, but no maturity to deal with the consequences. I hope Squids learned from what happened and is doing better now.

Fatespeaker was Vipers least favourite dragon growing up. She was simply annoying, what with her shrill voice to her ‘visions’. Viper despised every second around her. Fate was often the butt of the joke to the other dragonets, not just Viper. Viper would of been happy to never have seen her again.

But then she saved her life.

Viper remembered that day. Morrowseer, the Nightwing who had taken the false dragonets to the Nightwing island, was doing combat training. The rock outpost within the lava wasn’t too small, big enough for two full grown dragons to sit comfortably, but it was far to small for a full on fight. Flame and Viper had been fighting Fatespeaker until Morrowseer said otherwise. But then Starflight, the real dragonet of destiny who Morrowseer brought over to test him against the fakes, jumped into help Fatespeaker, crashing into Viper. Then her tail slipped into Flames face, and with a roar, Flame tossed her away. Right into the burning lava.

All Viper could remember clearly was Fatespeaker jumping towards her, then the burning pain that shot throughout her wings. From then on, everything was blurry. Fatespeaker pulling her away from the blistering liquid. Another dragon (Starflight? Maybe even Ochre?) helping her get Viper onto the rock outcropping. Collapsing onto the ground. Blurred faces speaking unrecognisable words, blazing flames surrounding them. Then the world collapsing into nothing.

The next thing Viper truly remembered was waking up in a Rainwing hospital. Fatespeaker saw her a few days later. It was an awkward moment, but she caught her up on events, from how the Nightwing island was destroyed by the volcano to the end of the war and choosing of the new Sandwing queen.

“I only wish I was faster…” Fatespeaker began, glancing at Viper’s wings.

“Don’t.” Viper muttered.

Viper’s wings had been burnt right to the bone, some skin still stubbornly hanging on. Viper knew she’d never be able to fly again. It had been hard to fully grasp it, it still was in a sense. But in a way, it had freed her from the selfish, uncaring dragon she once was.

But Viper had no idea who she was supposed to be anymore. Before, with a destiny forced onto her, it was easy to see the path her life would follow. Yet now, as she stood in a school made by those she pretended to be, in front of a dragon who hadn’t learnt to be better, Vipers future was unknown. Unwritten as it split into venues unseen and confusing. She knew she wanted to be a better dragon then she once was, yet how to achieve it was beyond her.

Flame hissed at her one last time before he crawled past Viper. Her eyes followed him, filled with sorrow and regret. Viper eventually turned and walked into her assigned cave, falling onto her bed.

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I hope you enjoyed this small fanfic I wrote for my Viper Lives AU. I drew her design before, and honestly wanted to do more with the idea. I hope to even more in the future! (But don’t hold me to that lol)

If you want to see my Viper design, I’ve tagged it under the ‘Viper Lives AU’ tag, as with this post. I might change it to something more specific, but for now it should do.

(Feel free to make works in this AU if you want!)

[sevendeadlymorons]

what the brothers and undateables (I think they are not anymore the undateables because now you can have cards for them so...) do the day before their first time with Mc

On it~

Brothers + Undateables’ Day Before Their First Time with MC

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Lucifer

He’s pretty chill about it, obviously

He’s not always one to make up a massive plan on how it’s going to go, what he’s going to say, stuff like that. But he will make sure you’re having the best time you’ve ever had

He’ll be extremely flirty the day before, sending you sexual texts hinting to it and getting more touchy when he greets you

Uses pet names the entire day and compliments you so much to the point where it’s kinda obvious he’s planning something

He can’t help it, but he’s blushing more than usual, even at something as simple as a shoulder hug and if you kiss him, he’ll have to cover his cheeks

Takes you out on a date to get a bit of alone time with you before the day finally comes

Mammon

Super nervous and skittish around you honestly

May even spend that day avoiding you so he can perfectly plan the night out

If you so much as show any type of affection, his cheeks will turn so red and thoughts will run wild in his brain

He tries not to make it too obviously that he plans on tomorrow being the day he finally decides to make a move, but being Mammon, he eventually ends up slipping hints out so you pretty much know what’s coming anyway

Actually really sweet and considerate the day before, like, he’ll be a bit too nice

Buys you little gifts and spams your phone with lowkey personal erotic questions~

Leviathan

Won’t make eye contact with you for the entire day, hands down

This man won’t even text you until his plan is completely figured out and he’s 100% positive on what he wants to do because he is stressing

Obviously, he’s shitting himself for it because he’s been dreading this day, but he genuinely really wants to do it with you because you make him really happy

May leave little gifts outside your door with all these notes hinting to it thinkin he’s bein slick, but you know who’s sending them so the surprise aspect of it is completely ruined

Will text you the entire night though to make up for it. Questions, cute emojis, none stop apologising for ignoring you and then how his day was and how yours was

Satan

He’s fine, he’s not foolish enough to give away what he plans on doing with you by acting nervous around you

But on the inside, he’s freaking out whenever you’re around him and it’s genuinely so hard for him to not just do it all now

He ends up having to walk out the room for a bit after you placed a kiss on his cheek and he burned up and almost gave himself away

He didn’t massively make a lot of plans as he believes just letting what happens, happen is the best way to go

He will be quite affectionate towards you on that day, taking you out on a date perhaps to get you away from his brothers so he can have you all to himself

Asmodeus

You’d think his first time with you wouldn’t be too much of a big deal to him since he’s the Avatar of Lust, but really, he’s so excited

He’s not a stranger to sex, obviously, but when he thinks of doing it with you, his heart beats so damn fast

This may be one of the only times he’s ever thought up a plan on how he wants to do it

If you touch him throughout that day, his cheeks will glow a light shade of red because he’s imagining how you’ll touch him on that night

He’ll be really excited and extra eccentric the day before, asking you dirty questions and giving you lots of affection

Might do something special for you like offer to cook your food or take you out to go shopping with him

Beelzebub

He’s so shy and sensitive the entire day, it’s the sweetest

Asks you if you’d like to get food with him and the entire day is just you two eating from every sweet shop and “take one” plate you come across

If you hold his hand, he’ll smile really wide and his cheeks will just flush pink and he’ll be imagining how happy he’ll be when you two have your first time together

Texts Belphie every other second on new places to go and how he may go about making it the best day for you

He wants this day to be memorable and just gets you whatever you want, literally. You want a hotdog? Candy? A matching keyring? On it

Lots of kisses and hugs too, and the compliments are off the charts. You just know he’s got something in mind

Belphegor

Doesn’t change really

He’ll most likely make you nap with him for longer so he can hug you tighter in his arms as he dreams about his first time with you

He’ll definitely be more flirty and touchy with you the day before; a lot of naps and tickling to make you laugh. It’s just a day dedicated to you really

He’s smiling more, actually. Even the little things you do would set that smile of his off

He doesn’t plan though. He just daydreams about how he wants it to go and how he’ll seduce you and all that lovey stuff~

Well, actually, he sorta plans. He’ll obviously tell Beel that he’ll be sleeping in the attic with you tomorrow so you two can get some alone time ;)

Diavolo

He’s ready to do whatever it takes to make this day memorable

Asks you round for some tea to spend a little bit of alone time with you without the brothers interfering

The day is filled with laughter and compliments and he even brought a few gifts for when you arrived

You could say he’s not exactly himself throughout the day and he’s more nervous and shy, and the simplest of affection and love makes him literally melt

He’s none stop coming up with a plan in his head on what he’ll do and every time he looks at you, he’ll imagine what it’ll be like on the day

Ends up texting Lucifer telling him you weren’t coming home that night just so he can cuddle you all night long

Barbatos

He stays his old regular self, but he’s slightly more on edge whenever you’re around

On his day off, he invited you round for tea and then a nice walk in the nearby park. It had been a while since he’d really spent some time with you away from the castle and the House of Lamentation

While holding his hand, you can so clearly tell how fidgety he is and you could’ve sworn he’s sweating a bit. It’s the sweetest watching him smile it off

You don’t exactly end up going home since he convinced you to stay the night and cuddle

He doesn’t really have a plan until the last moment and he’s staring up at the ceiling with you in his arms and all of a sudden, all the stress of what if and what about is swarming his head, making him hold you closer

Simeon

He cannot hide the nervous excitement he’s been holding inside, he’s like a little kid in a candy store for the majority of the day

He may offer to spend the day before with you; going out to shops to buy you gifts or meals

While walking, he’ll be planning how it may go and giving your hand a squeeze every few minutes as he imagines something that makes him happy

The whole day is filled with compliments and affection and his cheeks are constantly red, like, it’s so overbearingly obvious that he’s planning something

Subtly asks if you’d want to come over to have some tea with him and then just doesn’t let you leave afterwards because he’s grabbed you into a tight cuddle

Solomon

He’s disguising his nervousness with jokes and affection

He somehow got you away from the brothers to go on a date and there you two were, walking in the park, hand in hand

He’s prepared to do anything to make the night with you special and he’ll start with making a thorough plan that will eventually not be used

He’s so easily set off and on edge, and even your laughter will make him blush and hide his face from you

The days full of laughter and plain chaos and he’ll most likely try and convince you to sneak away to the human world with him

You spend the rest of the day with him in his room eating cakes that Luke made for the two of you

[kuma829]

Wedding Speech＊Strumming Bride Light Translation Chapter Ten

Cast: Kaoru, Adonis, Koga, Rei

Author(s): Yuumasu and Akira

Season: Summer

Proofread by: Gelyan

(...But I’ll keep this memory secretly in my heart forever. You’re so beautiful when you’re in love)

Chapter Ten: <Day of the Wedding>

Kaoru: “Congratulations on your marriage!”

“The name’s Kaoru, the bride’s younger brother, as introduced by the host.”

“So, well, when my sister asked for me to do the entertainment for the celebration, I was pretty worried. Like, what would I even do?”

“First I thought, hey let’s do a magic trick! But, I’m just an amateur~ Like here, look at me pull out this napkin from my pocket! …”

“Aha… And I can’t make beautiful flowers bloom from just anything, no siree, I’d have to stuff a magic wand full of some fake flowers and then *BAM* One shake and here come those crumpled plastic flowers~! …”

“Ahaha! Thanks for all the laughs, but the show's yet to start~!”

“So, as some of you know, I’m part of the unit known as UNDEAD”

“I was like, hey let’s sing a song that I know I’m great at, but… That’s not something all that creative, is it? Just stand there on the stage and sing by myself, how predictable, right?

“And that’s when it hit me. I’ll invite all my pals to come join me on congratulating the pair’s brilliant new beginnings”

“We are~... UNDEAD!”

Rei:  ♪~♪~♪

(Kukuku, as expected. The crowd’s gone wild with our appearance. Take it from here, Kaoru-kun… ♪)

(The crowd may be surprised by us, but it was Adonis-kun who had me surprised)

(“Is it okay for a vampire to enter a church with the cross displaced on it?” He asked me with genuine concern.)

(Fortunately, making up a white lie soothed his worries. “It’s safe for me to enter if it’s a celebration,” I’m happy Adonis-kun remains a pure child.)

(Alright, alright. Enough of my blathers)

(Now is the time to congratulate the bride and the groom… ♪)

Koga: ♪~♪~♪

(Hakaze-senpai’s guitar playing has improved so much, I almost can’t recognize it, it’s crazy unbelievable.)

(Not as good as me though~ But pretty impressive considerin the amount of time I had compared ta him… ♪)

(When I first met the guy I thought he was just some fuckboy who liked to play around wherever he went~ All talk no action)

(I’ve gotta admit, I’ve gained a bit of respect for him with those guts he has)

(... But I’m never gonna tell him that~ever!)

Adonis:  ♪~♪~♪

(The Japanese wedding ceremony seems to differ greatly from the wedding ceremonies of my homeland)

(But, the joy and happiness bubbling inside the venue, it’s the same)

(I wonder if the day will come where I’ll have to perform entertainment at my own sisters’ weddings…)

(When the time comes, I’d like to rely upon UNDEAD just like this. I don’t think I could ever live up to my sisters’ expectations by myself)

(... Uh… But if I want to have them with me for a show, I’d have to arrange them to meet my sisters…)

(That’s troubling… I don’t want them to meet Hakaze-senpai and Oogami)

(... … They’d probably beat me to a pulp for even just thinking about an idea like this)

(I hope my sisters never get married)

(This isn’t the time to get depressed. Next year, I’ll tell the devil about this idea and I’m sure he’d just laugh at me)

(Hakaze-senpai, Good… His smile shines brightly)

Kaoru: ♪~♪~♪

(Ahaha… Hearing our song, my sister’s crying. You probably didn’t expect us to sing this type of song, right?)

(Her husband seems to be happy too. As the one in charge of the entertainment, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders now)

(What kind of younger brother was I to my sister?)

(She was the best older sister to me, that it feels like a waste of time spent on me)

(While everyone else around me was against me becoming a idol, only she supported me)

(Even though we drifted apart due to the estrangement… You still believed in me)

(... Hey. Why were you the one who was apologising to me back then? When I was the one who kept placing burdens on you?)

(“I’m sorry, Kaoru-chan,” I still remember those tears so vividly)

(...)

(...But I’ll keep this memory secretly in my heart forever. You’re so beautiful when you’re in love)

(For that figure of yours that is walking forward, is walking towards a future that will shine brighter than anyone else)

(The one and only, most precious big sis in the whole wide world—)

(Please stay happy, okay? Congratulations on your marriage.)

 ♪~♪~♪

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[onceuponabarnes]

Green-Eyed

summary \\ the reader gets a little jealous over professor!bucky speaking to another teacher in the department 

word count \\ 1.4k

warnings \\ age gap relationship, professor and student relationship, reader is over 18 in this, implied smut, implied sexual content

part one        part two

You didn’t notice at first, too enthralled in your conversation with Wanda to see what was happening. It wasn’t until a classmate had passed a sly comment that you realised. “I think Professor Barnes has a girlfriend,” a girl behind you drawled, voice all high pitched and giggly.

Your eyes darted down to the front of the classroom, taking in the sight before you. Bucky was leant against his desk chatting to another teacher that you’d seen around the humanities department before. You could tell he wasn’t interested in her like that, the corner of his lip wasn’t pulled between his teeth absentmindedly, fingers weren’t tapping against his thigh or reaching out to touch her like he did with you.

“You okay?” Wanda asked from beside you, eyes flickering between the exchange at the front of the classroom and the rising rage evident on your face.

“Peachy,” you huffed, slumping down in your seat.

“You know he wouldn’t…” Wanda trailed off, the both of you watching as Bucky tipped his head back in joyous laughter, reaching over to push the teacher’s side playfully. “He wouldn’t. You know that,” Wanda affirmed.

“I know, I just…” you pouted, balling the sleeves of your (Bucky’s) sweater in your hands so you could scrub over your face. “No one knows but you and maybe one of James’ friends. I know he wouldn’t and you know he wouldn’t but that bitch down there doesn’t know that he’s mine.”

Before Wanda could reply, Bucky pulled out his phone to check the time before apologetically sending the other teacher on her way. She tried to lean over, probably spouting some shit about wanting to see the time for herself, when Bucky snatched the phone back.

“What was that all about?” Wanda asked you, watching as Bucky hurriedly tucked his phone away into his desk.

“His home screen is… indecent,” you smirked, knowing fine well that behind James’ innocent lockscreen was a photo of you straddling his thighs in the sexy black lace two piece he’d bought on Valentine’s Day.

As you shut your computer off after class, packing your things away, the teacher from before came waltzing back into the classroom. 

“Awh, it’s so cute,” the girl from earlier practically squealed with her friends, “they miss each other!”

You rolled your eyes, grumbling under your breath as you shoved things into your bag with a newfound force. Wanda looked on with worried eyes, knowing that nothing she could say would help the jealous streak that was rearing its ugly head.

You hung back, leaving at the back of the class just like after every lecture, expecting Bucky to call for you as you passed his desk. His attention never left the conversation with the other teacher and you didn’t bother sticking around long enough to try and overhear what it was about.

You entered James’ class the next day with a face of thunder. You’d ignored his calls the night before and responded to his messages as minimally as possible. Maybe you were being petty, but maybe your boyfriend shouldn’t flirt with someone he can be in a public relationship with right in front of you.

“Isn’t this getting a bit silly?” Wanda asked you after she’d caught Bucky looking at you with sad puppy-dog eyes for the 5th time in as many minutes.

“Maybe?” you shrugged. “Wasn’t it getting a bit silly when he ignored me for that geography bitch? He doesn’t even like geography, stupid maps,” you grumbled.

“Babe…” Wanda sighed heavily, leaning against you.

“Okay, fine, fine!” you huffed, sinking down into your seat. “I’m not apologising to him,” you argued.

“Why does that not surprise me?” Wanda chuckled.

“He can apologise to me,” you decided firmly.

After class, Bucky tried to catch you. He was a fraction of a second away from calling your name when the same geography teacher came swanning in through the door amongst the departing students. “Professor Barnes!” she gushed, as though she hadn’t just walked into a room with his name emblazoned across the door.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and let out a scoff as you walked past his desk and straight towards the door. James was watching after you, eyes begging you to turn around and come rescue him from whatever the woman in front of him was going on about.

“I’m really sorry…” he trailed off, her name slipping his mind.

“Oh, it’s Dot, you silly billy,” she giggled.

“I’m really sorry, Dot, but I have plans tonight. Have a good weekend. See you next week maybe at the faculty meeting. Bye!” Bucky rushed out, grabbing his briefcase and all but sprinting for the door.

please come over? i miss you x

As soon as you’d received the text from James, you were practically falling out of the dorm room door with Wanda hollering after you. Something about using protection. Before you knew it, you were standing on the doorstep of James’ townhouse, knocking hesitantly before sending him a text to let him know that you’d just knocked on his door.

“What’s with the text?” he asked as soon as he opened the door.

“Wanted you to know I was here,” you shrugged, stepping past James and into the hallway. You kicked off your shoes before wandering into the living room and perching yourself on the couch.

“Look, doll…” he sighed heavily. “I’m sorry. She wouldn’t leave me be.”

“I know,” you whispered, pulling your legs up to your chest, pressing your feet into the cushion below you.

“What’s up, sweet girl?” Bucky asked, reaching a hand out to you. You immediately leaned into his touch, letting his palm cup your cheek and angle your face towards him.

“No one knows that you’re mine,” you pouted, turning your eyes away from him.

“And no one knows that you’re mine,” he retaliated.

“But I don’t flirt with stupid fucking geography teachers right in front of you, do I? Huh?” you snapped, wrenching your face out of his hold.

“Baby,” Bucky practically whined at the loss of contact. Before you could even register what was going on, Bucky had scooped you up into his arms and deposited you on his lap so you were straddling his thighs. “I wasn’t flirting,” he told you.

“Sure looked like it,” you grumbled, finding it hard to keep up the annoyed facade as Bucky’s fingers painted delicate pictures on your sides.

“Only one girl I wanna flirt with in that classroom,” he whispered as he angled his face closer to yours. “Besides,” he hummed, “it’s only you who’s gonna be screaming my name this weekend.”

The next time the geography teacher invited herself into Bucky’s classroom, she was in for quite the shock. Bucky’s neck was decorated in a mirage of abstract bruises, all differing in their tones and saturation. The shirt he’d worn that day had the top button popped, too, allowing for the scratches and accompanying bruises on his chest and the hollow of his throat to have their pride of place, as well.

“Professor Barnes, I’d hoped to hear from you this weekend,” the teacher whined, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

James turned away from his desk at the sound of her voice, giving her the perfect view of your handy work. You watched as her face dropped, fumbling over her words as she tried to respond to whatever Bucky had said to her.

“Everything okay, Dot?” Bucky asked, all happy smiles and feigned ignorance.

“Y-yeah,” she forced out, unable to tear her eyes away from his neck and throat. “I didn’t realise you were… involved,” she choked.

“Oh, yeah!” he grinned, smile bright and genuine. “Very clever woman, my girl. Bet you’d love to meet her. I’ll have to bring her to the next staff party,” he goaded.

You were almost beside yourself, fighting to keep your laughter at bay as the teacher stumbled over her words once more, and then her feet as she tried to escape the classroom as quickly as possible.

“You happy now?” Wanda asked with an affectionate eye roll. Bucky sent you a wink as he shut the door behind the teacher, tongue catching between his teeth in that way that it did that drove you absolutely wild.

“Never better.”

[obeiii-mee]

Hi so, i get easily get bruises, i can just wake up in the morning and BAM an New bruise. So how would the brother react to MC just having there legs All bruised up?? Oh and sorry for my bad english😅

Yeah, I know what that’s like. I always tend to wake up with bruises on my arms and legs. God knows how those got there. And don’t apologise for your English! It’s not a big deal at all and I’m happy you took the time to send me this request!

Enjoy!

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The Brothers with an MC who bruises easily:

Lucifer:

-He would notice them before you do tbh

-Probably noticed them in the first few days of your stay in DevilDom, demon boy is very observant

-At first, he just assumed those came from you roughhousing with his brothers which happened a lot

-But once you two actuallly entered a relationship, he realised you were waking up with bruises that weren’t there the night before

-(not suggesting anything but maybe...?)

-He takes a moment to question himself like: Is this a human thing he’s too demon to understand? Is MC defective or something? No, no that’s silly but....how tf???

-At some point he just asks you and you just respond with : “It happens all the time.” And “I’m used to it. They don’t even bother me.”

-And he’s like alright because the bruises themselves don’t look too life threatening (then again he’s not a human doctor so how should he know?)

-Lucifer still worries like a mom every now and then but knows there’s nothing he can really do about it. Except forcing Solomon to use some of his mighty spells to heal you

-You won’t know this, but he changed the bedsheets and pillows so they would be softer than they were before because he has a sneaking suspicion you get those by hitting yourself in the middle of night or something

-Thoughtful boyfriend 101

Mammon:

-He...uh, he thought he inflicted those himself

-I mean, he has a habit of manhandling you every now and again, accidentally hitting you or just straight up dropping you when carrying you around

-And he started to feel really bad about it because his human was hurting because of him >:(

-He was just being really quiet around you in hopes of not accidentally hitting you with his wild gestures for a while

-And you were confused by his sudden change in behaviour which made you ask him what the problem was

-“Nah, I just wake up with those bruises. They kinda show up out of nowhere.”

-And he’s like “????????? Really??”

-And you’re like yea

-He’s still on high alert all the time because he still doesn’t get where the mystery injuries keep coming from

-There is a time where he legitimately thinks you got cursed by the witches

-He’ll get over it eventually but he still likes kissing your bruises because he thinks ‘it makes you feel better’

-Also, he’s shit at treating wounds so go to Lucifer if you need to be bandaged up

Levi:

-I feel like he would also wake up with cuts and bruises all over him

-Serpent boy is already sleep deprived as it is, so when he does manage to fall asleep, I imagine he keeps moving about

-He may be a demon and while these ‘bruises’ don’t necessarily hurt, they’re still kinda inconvenient

-He didn’t realise it was a thing humans deal with too, so he was a bit taken aback when you told him you had the same problem

-“You basically sleep in a bath tub, how do you get those bruises??”

-“Uh...idk, I guess hitting the edge of it in the middle of night.”

-You were surprised he sleeps at all, let alone long enough for him to accidentally hit himself and form injuries

-He keeps insisting you look badass with bruises all over you

-“You give off main character vibes MC!”

-“Oh God.”

-“.......”

-“I mean, Oh Lord Diavolo.”

Satan:

-Probably just concentrated on finding something to help you refrain from getting any more of these bruises

-And when I tell you he tries, he really tries

-He will get his hands on every human book about self care and any medical brochures from the human realm he can

-He will kidnap Solomon to help if necessary

-He is A-OK with stealing Belphie’s pillows to see if you’re more comfortable at night with those

-Has absolutely no problem bandaging you up if the bruises are that bad

-Overall, he takes after Lucifer with his mother bear instincts

Asmo:

-CEO of giving you every single lotion and cream he owns in hopes of making you feel better

-He is so sad that your beautiful skin gets ruined by those nasty bruises

-Ngl, if he woke up with one of those he would start screaming and crying

-Also, a lot of babying

-It’s like you broke your leg instead of just having a bruise or two, that’s how he acts

-Asmo is a sweetheart, in reality, so even if the bruises don’t bother you, he feels bad that he can’t do much about it

-He changes the bed sheets and pillows you two use regularly and insists you won’t get anymore bruises if you just cuddle him all night

-I doubt the truth behind that statement, but it’s worth a try

Beel:

-He isn’t worried mostly

-He knows the difference between an injury that hurts and one that is just...there

-Beel does offer to carry you around if he notices you have a bunch of those bruises all over your legs

-He knows they’re not painful, but he loves carrying you around so it doesn’t matter 💞💞

-He doesn’t really get why you wake up with those things either

-Belphie’s been his brother for centuries and he never woke up cuts or anything

-If he feels it’s necessary, he would go to Satan for advice, only because he thinks he’s pretty good at the whole....treating a human

-He goes to Lucifer whenever he has the chance too, asking whether you can sleep in his room instead since you keep getting bruises in your own bed

-I say this a lot but he shares his food with you

-Everytime he sees a new bruise, he just gives you a portion of his meal

-He doesn’t care how much you end up taking as long as you’re happy and distracted from the fact that your legs look like they have been strangled

-Beel is baby and I love him

Belphie:

-That’s unacceptable

-That genuinely disturbs him

-He loves sleep

-He can’t imagine hurting himself like while sleeping

-To him, it’s like imagining your best friend stabbing you in the back when you least expect it

-He will not stand for this

-Belphie is the Avatar of Sloth he will do everything in his power to let you actually have a nice rest without worrying about bruises

-He will put a shit ton of spells on you just so you don’t move around while you are asleep

-He will order 500 new pillows, he doesn’t give two fucks

-He will threaten his bed if he has to

-He will enchant his whole room if he has to

-Like Satan, he has no limits

-Do not test him

-You will not wake up with those bruises anymore whether you like it or not

-Prepare to me affectionately attacked

So, I got this short one out. I have another big ask working on right now that is a sort of alternative ending of the last ask posted requested by someone but while I write that, I have a few smaller asks to complete. I hope you enjoyed this one!

Al~

[iatethepomegranate]

For now, they had this

So Shadowgast has finally made me write fanfic again. I started this a few hours after the finale, and then woke up to find Twitter confirmation for my reading of their epilogue. So here’s 2k of soft wizards confirming for each other what they already knew, in their quiet way. I’m playing with the timeline ordering of things, so my interpretation is not necessarily the Canon interpretation of how things went between them.

Demisexual Essek is addressed here, without saying it explicitly. I tried. Massive spoilers for the finale, obviously.

____

For now, they had this

As much as Caleb trusted Essek to handle himself, he had to admit he was nervous about leaving him behind in Aeor. But the longer they spent together, the greater the weight of things unsaid, and Caleb had to take care of something first.

He had to go home. Blumenthal.

So he did. Found his parents’ resting place. Buried his letters to them. Grieved.

He didn’t go back to Aeor right away, the weight of the Sending stone Essek had foisted on him heavy in his pocket. Essek didn’t need it; he could Send without expending too much of his reserves. Essek hadn’t said anything, but Caleb was keenly aware this stone was solely for his benefit.

Caleb lingered close to Blumenthal for a time, feeling the finality wash over him. He could sometimes feel the phantom weight of the letters as if they still hung from his book holster. It would take time for him to get used to not carrying them around anymore. Just like he had carried the weight of what he had done for so long. And likely always would. But he was more at peace with that now. He had a mission to prevent this from ever happening again. There were things he had done about it, and things he would continue to do for as long as he lived. Fixing his home would be a lifelong mission, but he was finally ready to handle it.

Essek left him alone for a few days, until he must have grown anxious. Well, more anxious than usual. Essek, Caleb had learned, was an anxious person.

“Caleb,” Essek’s voice appeared in Caleb’s head. Soft, but concerned. “I apologise for the intrusion. Are you all right?” The barest pause. “I am safe up here, but… I am concerned. But no rush. Please.”

“I’m all right,” Caleb replied before the spell could decay, losing the thread of the dome ritual he had begun to cast moments ago. “I will return tomorrow. Stay safe. And thank you.”

Jester would be appalled that he didn’t use all his words, but Caleb was… wrung out. Catharsis was, by its nature, exhausting. His response must have satisfied Essek, who did not Send again.

Caleb began to cast the dome once more, blending the exterior with the greens and browns of the woods, but transparent inside so he could fall asleep under the stars of his childhood one last time.

***

Caleb risked the teleport directly into Aeor the following morning, grasping the paper from the records room firmly in his hand. He mercifully landed exactly where he had intended, breathing the dusty air. His ribs expanded more freely than they had in years.

Essek floated cross-legged just above the floor in the corner, looking up from the pages of a ledger in his hands. He watched silently for a second, as he usually did while waiting for a wild magic surge in this place. When none materialised, he gave Caleb a soft smile.

“Welcome back. Come. I am sure you will find this interesting.”

Essek rarely pushed Caleb to talk when he wasn’t ready; he was grateful, especially now. They sat together on the floor for a time, smudges of salt and soot on their fingers as they dug deeper into the records of Aeor. Stacks of books, long-hidden information, and Essek’s steady, quiet company. Caleb had needed this.

It was only when Caleb threw off his coat to more comfortably crawl among the books, collecting fragments of a damaged volume that had fallen apart at the spine, that Essek said anything unrelated to the work.

“Uh, Caleb?”

“Ja?”

“Your other book…”

Caleb followed Essek’s gaze to the empty side of his holster. “Ah.” He sat back, depositing the rescued fragments on the floor in front of him. “It was… time to let go.”

Essek watched him quietly, but did not press. But, mere weeks earlier, he had listened to Caleb lay out all his plans to save his parents. He had even offered to help him. And had been visibly relieved when Caleb instead destroyed the time travel device and all the notes that could have been used to replicate it. He knew enough to understand.

So Caleb explained. The letters he had written. His plans to give them to his mother and father after he had saved them. But he had to let go.

“So, I…” Caleb had to take a moment, the tears threatening to overtake him.

Essek silently looped an arm over his shoulders and pulled him in, tucking Caleb into the hollow of his throat. Caleb breathed him in, and remained there. 

“I teleported the book into the earth between their graves,” he murmured. “It's the closest I can… it’s with them now. Best I can manage.” Talking hurt too much, so he stopped.

“Caleb,” Essek said softly. “I’m proud of you.”

Caleb let himself cry.

***

Essek was always gentle with him, but even more so in the following days. Passing of materials gave rise to held hands, lingering touches, lingering stares. Slowly, Caleb began to feel better. As much as he believed he could, at least for now. It was better than he had felt in a long time. With time, perhaps, the wounds would ache less. Never perfect, but better.

Having disturbed an absorber of an evening, the resulting scuffle left Caleb too tired to summon the tower. He instead set to conjuring the dome while Essek kept watch. They were a little far to retreat to the records room, but they had managed to barricade an entranceway with damaged furniture despite their pitiful strength. Essek, of course, had demonstrated he was more than capable of surprising everyone, including himself, in moments of great duress. Fortunately, Caleb had not gotten himself trapped under a tower this time.

So, Essek hovered close to Caleb during the ritual, keeping an eye on the door they had barricaded. He was tense, but Caleb had to get this dome up before he could address it. There was also a gash on his forearm that would need dressing… but later. Focus.

The dome popped into existence. Caleb put his spellbook away, feeling his shoulder protest. He would need Essek’s help checking the damage.

Essek ducked into the dome, sighing. “Let us not repeat the events of today.”

Caleb produced a set of clean bandages, a cloth and a waterskin. “Agreed.” He grabbed Essek’s arm and dabbed the dampened cloth against the cut. Essek hissed in pain, but didn’t flinch. He hadn’t in a while. Caleb wasn’t sure if that was a sign Essek was getting hurt far too much, or a sign of trust. Both, perhaps. Caleb bandaged the wound, and held Essek’s arm for a moment longer. He was okay. The fight had been tiring, but they had both come out of it. A cut on the arm was nothing in the scheme of things.

Essek extricated his arm from Caleb’s grip, and pushed Caleb’s coat off his shoulders. “Let me see.”

Caleb hadn’t spoken of the pain, but he also hadn’t tried to hide it. Essek carefully loosened the book holsters--a research journal, for the moment, filled the spot once occupied by the letters--and set them aside. He then ran his fingers gently across the front laces of Caleb’s shirt, until Caleb nodded his consent.

Essek gently tugged the shirt loose until he could pull one side off the sore shoulder. He frowned; Caleb couldn’t see the cause. Essek prestidigitated the washcloth clean and wet it, carefully draping it across Caleb’s shoulder. Caleb closed his eyes as the cool sensation took the edge off the pain. He heard a soft mumble, and sensed movement akin to the somatic components of a basic evocation cantrip. The cloth grew colder.

Essek placed his hand over the cloth, squeezing gently. “I think you pulled something. I will continue to ice it tonight.”

“Thank you,” Caleb whispered.

“Rest.” Lips on his forehead. “I will keep watch.”

Caleb opened his eyes. Essek was kneeling at his side, not floating. Too tired, perhaps. But his eyes were sharp, trained on the barricaded doorway.

“Essek.”

“Yes?” Eyes still focused outward.

“Relax a moment. This has been a hard day for both of us.”

Essek let out a long breath, turning his gaze towards Caleb. “I apologise. I… have a hard time seeing you hurt.”

Caleb’s keen mind kindly conjured for him all the times Essek had seen him hurt much worse than this, but he held his tongue. Frequency did not make these things easier. Least of all for Essek, who had been alive for over a century but had only been genuinely close to a small number of people. Caring was hard. Worth it, but hard.

“I know,” Caleb said. “The very nature of caring for someone… witnessing their suffering… it hurts.”

Essek frowned at the floor, but then lifted his gaze to Caleb. “I worried while you were away.”

“I know. And thank you.” Caleb pulled Essek in with his good arm, laying his head on his shoulder. He felt, not for the first time, the urge to talk about this thing between them. But, as he had felt many times before, now was not the time.

Caleb and Essek were not the kind of people to blurt out complicated feelings in a moment of distress or exhaustion. So he closed his eyes and rested against Essek instead. They were what they were to each other, and Caleb was confident this would not disappear overnight. Putting that into words could wait a little longer.

***

The next day was quiet, spent examining record books rescued from the rampage of yesterday’s absorber. Caleb and Essek needed a quieter day, and the slower pace was welcome. They rarely spoke while in the throes of research, always keenly aware of each other, passing paper and writing implements back and forth, smudging soot and salt against each other’s skin as their touches lingered.

It was everything Caleb had ever wanted.

Taking a moment to stretch his back and roll his aching shoulder, his eyes were drawn to Essek’s form in the corner. So engrossed in his reading and note-taking, he had stopped floating about an hour ago. Hunched on the hard, warped floor of this broken city, eyes intense as he scribbled feverishly. He was running low on ink again.

Caleb chuckled softly and crawled closer, gently nudging another inkwell into Essek’s reach. Essek paused in his scribbles, a small smile softening his features. He reached out, eyes retracing the notes he had just written, but instead of taking the ink, he caught Caleb’s fingers and laced them with his own.

Caleb had figured out he was in love with Essek long ago, but in this moment, those feelings swelled until he thought he would burst into tears. He squeezed Essek’s hand. Essek squeezed back.

And the words finally found their way from Caleb’s heart, and out of his mouth. “I love you.”

Essek tore his eyes from the papers, softening as he met Caleb’s gaze. “I love you, too, Caleb.”

Of course, the curse of a mind as keen as Caleb’s was the ability to have too many thoughts at once. He loved Essek. Essek loved him (Caleb had already known that, but it was beautiful to hear out loud). Caleb was human. Essek was an elf. Caleb probably had sixty years left to live, if he was lucky. Essek would likely live another six hundred or more, if he was careful. Essek was on the run from the Dynasty. Caleb had to return home, at least periodically, to root out corruption and make it the place he had once believed it to be. So many factors. So many barriers.

He wanted what time he could have with Essek, but it would be cruel to entangle him when Caleb’s lifespan was barely a speck of dust in the winds of time, when there were so many things they would have to do apart even before Caleb would succumb to his mortality. Caleb had hurt the people he loved too much already.

Essek’s free hand slid up Caleb’s neck and into his hair, cradling the base of his skull. “Your eyes are sad again, my love.”

“This will hurt you,” Caleb said, “in the end.”

“I know.” And it was Essek who pressed their foreheads together this time. “I will cherish the time we have together, and whatever comes after that. It is… rare for me to feel this way about anyone. I will not give you up so easily, even if I know it will end. I am who I am today because of you, and I will carry you with me long after you are gone.”

Caleb had tried to keep people at arm’s-length before, just as Essek had. But he felt emotions deeply, especially love, and it went against his nature to deny the love he felt. And Essek was the love of his life. It would hurt in the end, but they still had time. Decades, if they were lucky.

Essek and Caleb knew a thing or two about pulling luck in their favour.

The moment stretched beyond words. Caleb reached up to kiss Essek’s forehead. They were both reserved people, not given to grand gestures. It was not necessary. Their love bled into everything they did together, in dressing each other’s wounds, in defending each other in battle, and in their quiet moments--the shared silences, the passing of research materials, the touch of soot-stained fingers.

They were what they were to each other, in the time they had together. The joy would one day turn to sorrow, but, for now, they had this.

[bedbellyandbeyond]

The Straw

(Story Post)

After a long day of work, the last thing Sydryn wanted to see was their refrigerator items strewn across the kitchen counters and floor while their sibling took a nap at the kitchen table. There were also several grocery bags among the catastrophe, heaped and overflowing with countless fluffy pink pastries. “What in the world is going on here?” Sydryn demanded, loud and stern enough to startle Seranan awake. “Sissy! What, oh…” Seranan sat up and looked around. “Oh, yes. I was just doing some reorganising… But then I got tired and took a nap, I guess.” “Reorganising my refrigerator? Full of my food?” Sydryn snarled. “Why in the world would you do this? Not to mention, you left the refrigerator door wide open!” “D'uh. How else would I access it during lengthy grocery reorganisation?” Seranan asked, propping up their head. “And I did it to fit in my groceries.” Sydryn picked up one of the shopping bags and held it open. “This is entirely roll cakes!” “Yes. Disgusting, I know. You can blame your little angel for introducing me. Now I have a wicked craving all the time,” Seranan groaned. “Don't blame Köbi for this! When did you even go out and get nine bags of these? You're not to leave the house!” Seranan rolled their eyes and tapped their phone on the table. “They have grocery delivery apps now. Join us in the 21st century, Sissy.” Sydryn fumed. “You of all dragons did not just tell me to modernise...” “Just because I'm a history hoarder does not mean I don't know how to use the internet,” Seranan huffed. Sydryn threw the grocery bag down and pointed to the hall. “Get out of my kitchen immediately!” Seranan rolled their eyes and got up, cradling their underbelly like it was such a struggle. “I bought them for you too, you know. The angel said they’re your favourite.” “Stop talking to Köbi!” Sydryn snarled.

“You should be happy we get along at all...” Seranan shrugged. “All your little pets typically piss me off.” “Köbi is not my pet, he is my employee,” Sydryn growled. “That kind of talk is exactly why I do not want you talking to him.” “Where is the little ‘employee’, anyway?” Seranan huffed. “He should be here to help clean up this mess...” “First of all, he is my assistant, not your maid. Second of all, I was going to ask you the same thing. I had to work late, so he should've been home over an hour ago.” Seranan shrugged. “I haven't seen him.” Sydryn sighed and stepped out into the hall. “Köbi?” they called up the stairs. Köbi poked his head out of the powder room just down the hall. “Yes?” “Ah. You are home. Seranan said they hadn't seen you.” “Huh?” Köbi walked over and looked into the kitchen. “You don't remember me coming in?” Seranan waved a hand. “How am I supposed to pay attention to what you’re doing all the time?” “But you asked for me the minute I got home. We had a whole conversation about where Syd buys their roll cakes,” Köbi reminded. “I thought that was yesterday.” “It was definitely today, because they would've been closed yesterday.” Seranan waved a hand. “Unimportant. Must have slipped my mind. Anyway, your employer's home. Shouldn't you have dinner prepared by now?” “You specifically asked me not to come into the kitchen since you would be occupying it during your delivery,” Köbi reminded. “Several times, I checked back to see if I could get dinner started, but you hissed me away." Seranan frowned and shrugged. Sydryn groaned and grabbed Seranan by the braid. “Clean up this mess immediately, or I will burn all of these desserts and you won't have any dinner tonight!” Seranan whined. “My tail! Sissy, that's so mean! You wouldn't starve a pregnant dragon, would you?” “Starve?” Sydryn motioned the plastic wrappers strewn across the kitchen table. “You've eaten twenty of these already!” “They hold absolutely no nutritional value, though...” “Then stop eating them!” “It's a craving! I can't help it!” Köbi waded through the sea of plastic grocery bags to get to the fridge. “I was going to make a roast, but I don’t really think there’s enough time, so how about…fettuccine?” “Absolutely not. I will vomit if I eat another beet coloured pink pasta noodle,” Seranan declared. Sydryn yanked their sibling’s hair again. “You’ll eat what you’re served.” They looked to Köbi, though. “I need meat.” “Okay… Uh, how about smoked meat sandwiches?” Köbi suggested. “Perfect. Thank you.” Seranan rolled their eyes. “Everything’s always smoked meat, pink pasta, rose tea, salmon, prawns, grapefruit…” With another swift yank, Sydryn spun their sibling around grabbed their wrist tightly. “Are you mocking my hoard?” Seranan snarled, scaling up under Sydryn’s grip. “…You’re hurting me, Sissy.” “Syd, let’s calm down…” Köbi said, reaching out to take the dragon’s arm. Sydryn flinched away. “Don’t! My sibling, whom I so graciously have been putting up and feeding while they escape prosecution for dracocide, seems to think they can have an opinion on how I run my house.” Seranan glared at Sydryn. “Colours are for children. Your hoard is stupid.” Sydryn’s eyes widened, a wild look of pure and concentrated wrath set ablaze inside them. “Syd! No!” A split second later, Köbi was between them, his hands up, his stance wide. Seranan was in shock, having been pushed back down into the kitchen chair, their sibling’s grip relinquished. Sydryn’s crazed look was gone, instead replaced with surprise and distress as they stared at the angel. Light dripped from his cheek as Köbi reached out and placed a hand on Sydryn’s shoulder. “Sleep.” “Köbi—” Before Sydryn could finish, they passed out, falling into the angel’s arms. Köbi grunted under the weight then sighed as they picked up the pregnant dragon bridal style. “You’re hurt,” Seranan finally emitted, slowly standing up. “They struck you.” “I’m fine. Just a little scratch.” Köbi wiped his cheek on his shoulder and the injury completely disappeared. “Better me than you.” “I would’ve been fine,” Seranan stated, straightening up. “Dragons can scar other dragons,” Köbi reminded. “And it’s Syd I’m concerned about. They’re strung out and emotional right now. If they really hurt you, I don’t think they could forgive themself.” Seranan frowned. “So, what are you going to do? They must be heavy…” “I’m going to put them to bed for now,” Köbi said, shaking his head. “But don’t worry about what I’m doing… If I were you, I’d consider cleaning things up around here a bit. Syd won’t stay asleep long. And I think after a long day, waking up to a meal made by family would just make my day. Wouldn’t you agree?” Seranan scrunched their nose. “…You can’t tell me what to do.” “I can’t. I can only make suggestions.” Köbi carried the slumbering dragon out to the hall. “I’ll come back in a minute to help.” The red dragon barely dignified that with a huff. Köbi just continued on, taking Syd up to their bedroom. As soon as they were tucked in, Sydryn began to wake up. “...Köbi.” They looked at the angel standing beside their bed. “Did I... Did I hurt you?” “No.” Köbi shook their head. “Must've been a bad dream.” “Angels shouldn't lie...” Sydryn sighed, rubbing their eyes. “I'm so sorry...” “No, I'm sorry for sleeping you without permission,” Köbi said. “I’m not supposed to touch you...” “You did what you had to,” Syd insisted. “It could have been bad... Is Seranan alright?” Köbi nodded. “Yeah. They're perfectly fine. Don't worry about them. Tell me about your day. What's got you so riled up?” Sydryn sighed and sat up. “Everything. I have patients who shouldn't be getting pregnant getting pregnant, almost getting pregnant, and I'm pregnant, and I also have to keep an eye on Gardi, even though he wants more responsibilities, and Ix and I are supposed to be collaborating on the celestial pregnancy research, but beyond that, they hardly say a word to me and I wonder if somehow I've upset them in some way... I don't know. I genuinely enjoy working with them, but not when they won't even look me in the eyes.” “Oh. Oh, um...” Köbi rubbed his neck. “Well, if you're worried about Ix, I think you should just talk to them about it. With Reid, from what I can tell, he's pretty much fully recovered. If you trusted him to manage your practice while you were away in the Fall, I think you can trust him now. And as for all the patients, maybe giving Reid more responsibilities would be a good thing. You really need a break. You're putting a lot of stress on yourself.” Sydryn shook their head. “I can't take a break. There's too much going on and even if I let Gardi have more responsibilities, he can't take all of them on.” Köbi tilted his head. “Well, right now, you really should just rest. When dinner's ready, I'll bring it up.” “No, I should probably come down and apologise to Seranan,” Sydryn decided. Köbi shook his head. “I don't think you're ready for that. Wait for them to come to you.” Syd sighed, laying their head down. “...Alright. Thank you, Köbi.” “Don't mention it.” Köbi made his way back down the kitchen where Seranan was now trying to stuff away their groceries into any empty cupboard space they could find. Kobi noticed some bread and meat had been pulled out and placed on the kitchen table as well. “Looks like you got started,” Köbi said delighted. “I’ll get the rest out, and—” “I don’t need your help, I am perfectly capable of constructing a few sandwiches…” Seranan growled. “Go about your business.” “Okay… I just wanted to add, um…” Köbi rubbed his neck. “I’m sorry I prioritised Syd in the situation when they lashed out. After what you’ve been through before, I can understand if this situation was…difficult for you.” Seranan’s eyes narrowed as they turned their gaze onto the angel in disgust. “If you’re trying to suggest that any of my experiences have left me weak with ‘emotional trauma’ or some kind of ‘victim complex’, you are sorely mistaken.” “Alright. Well, just so you know, you can always talk to me,” Köbi stated. “Actually, I’ve been explicitly told not to talk to you, and from this point on, I plan to follow along.” “Okay.” Köbi shrugged. “Well, I like pickles with my smoked meat sandwiches.” “I fail to see the one who asked!” Köbi chuckled before backing out. “Talk to you later, then.” “You will not!”

[kim-chann]

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       ❝   Siblings  ❞        --       Chef’s Special

            - - - | Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Satoru Gojo

                                 Synopsis ;; being siblings with some of my favourites

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               - - - Includes slight manga spoilers - - - 

༺ Chef Note: Another Chef’s special! This has been on my mind for quite some time. This is some just some indulgent stuff cause siblings relationships are so fun but the worst at the same time lmao. 

Also!! I’m going to reopen matchups soon once I hit only 5 left. Currently, I have 7 left to write. So if I finish two more today, they’ll reopen later today!

༺ Chef Note: Adding a border, cause this is quite long...

〄          ⤷ Yūji Itadori | 虎杖悠仁 - - - 

       ☉ Being Yuji’s sibling is a wild game, jesus dude

       ☉ It doesn’t matter if you’re older or younger than him, he’s still as wild as ever

       ☉ Yuji is such a brat, he pulls pranks on you, blasts music in your ear when you’re sleeping, uses your stuff without permission, and overall, just plain rude...

      ☉ Just kidding!! (but he will do those stuff listed above)

      ☉ Being his sibling is the two of you guys being stupid as hell

      ☉ And siblings fights! He’ll always win whenever the two of you guys are wrestling and might accidentally hurt you, and will profusely apologise 

      ☉ Hurting you is the last thing he ever wants to do

      ☉ He’s the type of sibling to throw things at you just to get your attention instead of calling your name

      ☉ Whether it’s from a snack that he’s eating, or even a rock

      ☉ “Heyy, heyyy, I said hey!!”

      ☉ Once Yuji gets bored, he will barge into your room and bother you until he finds something better to do

      ☉ If you’re on a call with your friends, he will embarrass you. I feel like it’s always a siblings job to embarrass the hell out of each other 

      ☉ Yuji will start spilling your deepest secrets in front of your friends and tell the most embarrassing stories about you when you were younger

      ☉ Also! He always does head pats and ruffles your hair whenever he walks past you and doesn’t care if you just fixed your hair or not

      ☉ He will always ruffle it, and there’s nothing stopping him

      ☉ Yuji is also the type of sibling to accidentally break your door down

      ☉ “It was locked!!”

      ☉ “But you didn’t have to kick my door down!”

      ☉ “I didn’t mean to!”

      ☉ That’s... not even an excuse, Yuji

      ☉ Sometimes, he’ll ask for your opinion on a subject cause he trusts your words of wisdom

      ☉ “Hey, (nickname), do you think that my muscles are getting bigger?” He flexes his biceps and even invites you to touch it

     ☉ Once you say that he’s fine, and tell him the answer that he expects, he’s self esteem will boost (honestly, positive comments from siblings just feels more genuine, ya know?)

      ☉Yuji will always ask for homework help and is ass at math

      ☉ “Help meee, I don’t know how to do Geometryyyy” 

      ☉ Yuji is always whining 24/7, which he redeems to be a puppy 

      ☉ If you don’t know how to do geometry either, or forgot, then the two of you will struggle together. 

     ☉ “If I’m going down, you’re going down with me.” Yuji whines

      ☉ Can I also say that he will cook for you? (And it’s always delicious, might I add)

      ☉ Be can try to cook you anything you want, by researching recipes, then improvising to make it “tastier,” according to him

      ☉ But somehow, it always tastes better than you expected?? What kind of sorcery does he possess? cursed energy

      ☉Overall, being his sibling consists of the two of you going wild and him making fun of you

〄           ⤷ Megumi Fushiguro | 伏黒恵 - - -

       ☉ Being his sibling is him being protective of you

       ☉ Like Yuji, he doesn’t matter if you’re older than him or not, he will always protect you because “you don’t know what could happen,” Megumi says

      ☉ It’s really sweet, but sometimes, it can get pretty annoying whenever he walks you to a friends place and he makes sure that you get in the house before he leaves

      ☉ Going somewhere? “Let me come.” Leaving the house? “Where are you going?” Eating food? “Can I have some?”

      ☉ Even though it seems like he wants to protect you 24/7, he wants to be with you because honestly, he can get lonely

      ☉ Megumi didn’t really have many friends throughout his life, and since you’re always by his side, he just thinks that you’re his best friend/sibling 

      ☉ He thinks that protecting you is sibling bonds, but if you’re uncomfortable with him doing so, let him know and he will stop

      ☉ Megumi isn’t one of those mom’s who uses an app to track you down and sees whatever web browser history you go through, cause that’s honestly fucked up

      ☉ Megumi respects your boundaries and wants to make sure that you’re comfortable and safe 

      ☉ Sometimes, he’ll even wake you up in morning so you can go on walks with him and even summon his Divine Dogs to have them stretch and walk

      ☉ Since he’s a jujutsu sorcerer, you know about all the curses, grades, and schools around Japan

      ☉ Even if you’re cursed yourself and can see curses or not, Megumi will educate you about them 

      ☉ He’s really reliable on information cause I always see him as a smart boy

      ☉ Need help with homework? He’s got you covered

      ☉ Sometimes, he’ll even offer to do it for you if you’re too tired to (Which is really sweet not gonna lie)

      ☉ He’ll make you coffee in the morning and occasionally cooks for the two of you, and makes sure that you’re okay and well taken care of 

      ☉ Since the two of you didn’t have parents to look up to, he’s basically your sibling and parental figure 

      ☉ He basically raised you, per se

      ☉ Overall, he’s a great brother that just wants to see you happy and safe. Cherish him!

〄           ⤷ Norbara Kugisaki | 釘崎野薔薇 - - - 

      ☉ Nobara is a wild sister to have, oh my god

      ☉ She’s pretentious and wants to be the one that’s basically worshiped in the family

      ☉ Nobara hates you with a passion

      ☉ She’s like a spoiled sister that wants everything, and if you ask to borrow something that she has, she’ll say, “Who’re you?”

      ☉ She won’t let you borrow anything and always gets mad if you just go into her room

      ☉ “I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.”

      ☉ Nobara always gives you the stank eye or rolls her eyes whenever you ask her to do something, “can’t you do it yourself? I’m on my phone right now.”

      ☉ “I literally hate you, get away from me.” 

      ☉ Will only do what you say if she’s in a great mood

      ☉ She’s a sister that bullies her older or younger siblings all the time, but will stop if they start to cry, but not with her saying, “don’t be such a baby. Grow up!” 

      ☉ However, if someone is bullying you or made a snarly comment about you, she gets all defensive like she’s the one who got insulted

      ☉ “Excuse me? The hell did you just say?!”

      ☉ She’ll argue towards the person that insulted you, even complimenting you to counter the comment that was made against you

      ☉ Nobara is only allowed to bully you, nobody else!

      ☉ If necessary, she’ll even throw hands against that person to prove that you’re not what they say you are

      ☉ Don’t worry about Nobara losing. Every time she fights, she will win 

      ☉ After the fight, she’ll walk back to you with ruffled clothes and a bloody nose, and say, “If they bother you again, let me know so I can kick their ass.”

      ☉ Sometimes, Nobara spoils you (keyword: sometimes)

      ☉ She’ll buy you something that you’ve been wanting to have, like a new phone or something

      ☉ Once you thank her, she’ll be like, “Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing.”

      ☉ Nobara doesn’t hate you, despite her bullying you in every way possible, but it’s the littlest things she does for you that proves that she loves you as a sibling that she adores

      ☉ Overall, you got a bully for a sibling but makes sure that you’re actually loved 

〄           ⤷ Satoru Gojo | 五条悟- - - 

      ☉ I-- dear lord, how do I even explain this?

      ☉ It’s a bit tough being his sibling at the beginning 

      ☉ So I’m going to explain something else for a minute 

      ☉ When you were born into the Gojo clan, the family often discriminated you because you were an accidental pregnancy 

      ☉ So you were often discriminated as a child instead of getting worshiped and praised by the clan. You were practically a servant to the clan (like Mai and Maki)

      ☉ However, Gojo was always there to protect you because he was worshiped for inheriting the “six eyed,” curse 

      ☉ Gojo has been protective of you ever since you were a child and even helped you with your duties as a “servant.” 

      ☉Even if you inherited a technique or not, the family still looked down because you were not the “six eyed” curse

      ☉ Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if you hated him as a child because the family always compared you to him 

      ☉ So once Gojo was legible to attend Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical High school, he made sure to bring you with him

      ☉ It took his family a lot of arguing and convincing, but in the end, you got your bags packed up and ready to leave for the school

      ☉ If you don’t have cursed energy, and you’re younger than him, you can be trained how to defend yourself along with your brother for you not to get left out (like Maki)

      ☉You’re going to be a first year way earlier than other students, but like what Kamo said, “age doesn’t matter in Jujutsu.”

      ☉ Gojo will sometimes tease you as the two of you are students, but he’s a great mentor whenever you need help about something 

      ☉ Suguru and Shoko will also be your best friend too!

      ☉ Currently, Gojo is still a protective older brother, but goddamn he’s such a tease and a bitch at the same time

      ☉ “(Nickname)~~, what’re you doing?”

      ☉ Like every typical sibling, he can get bored and he will bother you, even if you’re busy

      ☉ If you become a teacher like him, he will randomly interrupt your class and sit down in one of the empty seat and act like nothings wrong 

      ☉ He’ll even act like a student by raising his hand and answering the question

      ☉Gojo disrupts a lot of your activities quite often just because he wants to and sometimes enters your room, stares at you for a few seconds, then leaves

      ☉ Whenever the two of you are free, he’ll invite you to go have some lunch or dinner to take a break from the school

    ☉ Expect him to order a lot of desserts too lmao

      ☉ Gojo honestly pays for anything, even your groceries, necessities, etc

      ☉ Gojo is literally rich, rich, and doesn’t care about his spendings sometimes, and will buy you anything if you ask him

      ☉ He spoils you a lot, to secretly redeem his forgiveness for how the both your parents treated you

      ☉ Overall, he’s a great brother and he’s really fun! Being his sibling is just him being himself, but extra protective 

༺ Chef’s Note: Trying my best to clear my inbox. I have 7 matchups left, wish me luck!

[etherrealoblivion]

Nice To Meet You

Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Reader somehow gets Spencer’s number and texts him, no idea who he is.

Content warnings: Smut. Dangerous scenario. choking ;)

gif by @toyboxboy​

Words: 2,165

MASTERLIST

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Glancing at your phone, you were surprised to find that it was already 1:34 AM. How had your friends distracted you enough to have you stay out this late?

You shoved your way to the bar and tried to order a drink over the pulsating music filling the club.

“Aw, come on, mama,” you could hear a man next to you sweet talking one of your friends, “he’s six-foot-one and can tell you more interesting facts than you’d ever learn yourself. Plus he’s got three PhD’s. Tell me that doesn’t get you goin’.”

Your friend scoffed and dropped a napkin onto the bar. Ten neatly scrawled digits written across the bottom. Without thinking, you picked up the napkin, looked it over, and slipped it into your pocket.

“No thanks, honey,” your friend said, “But, I wouldn’t be opposed to you buying me a drink.”

And suddenly, her and the man were on the dance floor, leaving you alone yet again.

You supposed it was about time to turn in, shooting a quick text to your friend and catching a cab back to your apartment.

As you got in bed, not bothering to change out of your club outfit, you felt the lump in your pocket that held the phone number.

As much as you despised technology, you had finally gotten the hang of saving phone numbers into your phone. That and telling the time was the only thing it was good for anyway.

So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when your hands automatically typed in the number and pressed call.

What was a surprise, was the nervous voice on the other end answering on the second ring.

“H-hello?”

It was a man. His voice was scratchy and low, like he’d been asleep.

“Hello?”

“Do you need me to come in?” there was rustling on the other end, like he was getting out of bed.

“What?”

He went silent, seemingly realizing that you weren’t who he thought you were.

“Who is this?”

For some reason, you found yourself smiling at the way he asked.

“Who is this?”

Your answer seemed to have shocked him judging by the noise of him opening and closing his mouth a few times.

“I’m, uh, certainly not going to give my name to a stranger on the phone who won’t tell me theirs.”

You chuckled.

“Fair enough. I got your number at a bar. I thought i’d .. call . . . And I’m just realizing how weird this is.”

In your defense, he did chuckle softly.

“No, no. It’s interesting. I don’t really meet a lot of new people so, um. Wait. Did the number happen to be written on a napkin? Perhaps given to you by a suave asshat named Derek?”

You giggled into the phone, pleased to hear he was enjoying the conversation.

“Napkin yes. Derek? No clue. I don’t really talk to people at bars.”

“Yeah. I don’t really go to bars.”

“Seriously? Then how do I have your number?”

He cleared his throat harshly.

“I, ahem, I was telling my friend Derek about how I don’t really, um . . . get girls and he bet me he could find at least one woman who’d be . . . interested.”

You laughed, charmed by the way he stuttered.

“Ah, that makes sense. I was with my friend and she, uh, dropped the napkin. Although, I will say, you do have adorable handwriting.”

“Oh, right. Yes, thank-thank you. You have a nice voice. It’s calming. I mean, people tend to be about sixteen percent more attracted to nice voices. Not that I’m attracted to you. I mean! Not that you aren’t um. Actually i don’t know what you look like so I can’t really . . . um.”

A surge of boldness ran through you and in that moment, at 2:16 in the morning, you made a decision.

“Do you want to?”

“Want to what?”

“Know what I look like?”

He stuttered on the other end, unsure what you were saying.

Before he could say anything else, you hung up, texted your address to him, and jumped in the shower.

Only when the warm water hit your skin did you realize the weight of what you’d just done. You’d just texted your home address to a complete stranger whose name you didn’t even know.

“Oh god.”

Were you in danger? Jesus. You jumped out of the shower and ran to your phone, suddenly much more awake.

“I should call the cops, right?” you muttered to yourself, throwing on a bathrobe. “I should! Right?”

But the knock at the door snapped you out of your downward spiral.

You had two options. Call the police. Or open the door.

Your hand found the doorknob faster than you’d like to admit, throwing open the front door and being hit by the sight of the man in front of you.

True to what the man at the bar said, he was tall. But that wasn’t what struck you. He was wearing a pale blue set of pajamas and old sneakers on his feet. His fluffy hair was rumpled from sleep but his eyes were wide open.

You suddenly remembered your own state of disarray: hair wet from the shower, no makeup, and only wearing a bathrobe.

“I—“ he started to speak, unsure of what to say. Understandably so; this was a very unlikely situation.

You reached out to him, hand sneaking around the lapel of his pajama top and pulling him into your apartment and leading him towards the bedroom.

His eyes were blown wide, watching you intently, letting you take charge of the situation.

So you did. Pushing him so he sat down on your bed and standing between his legs. He didn’t move. Just stared nervously, maintaining eye contact.

After he didn’t make any move, you gently grasped his hands, leading them up to the tie of your robe, placing them there.

He took the hint, quicker than you expected, and got to work untying the knot. The moment he did, you started to unbutton his pajamas, pushing the top back off his torso, revealing a smooth, tough chest that you could run your hands over for hours.

He’d untied your robe, but his hands were now nervously hovering over the opening.

You climbed into his lap, resting your arms on his shoulders and leaning in to whisper in his ear. You recalled something his friend at the bar had said.

“What are you waiting for? Doctor.”

A soft moan escaped his lips at the name, pulling you closer, hands tight around your hips.

Intrigued, you continued.

“Oh? You like it when I call you that, doctor?”

Suddenly, you were on your back, hands pinned above your head. He had flipped you over, now laying between your legs, you could feel his growing erection pressed up against you.

A dark look flickered across his eyes, quickly replaced by one of worry. He removed his hands from yours and started to sit up, presumably to apologise for getting rough. You weren’t having that.

You quickly flipped the two of you so you were straddling him, gently grinding against his growing bulge.

The look in his eyes did horrible things to you and you couldn’t stand another second without his lips against yours.

The kiss was hot and fueled by the danger of the circumstance, you being at the mercy of this utter stranger that, for some reason, you trusted completely.

You pulled back, panting heavily and running your hands up and down his chest. His hands were placed softly against your back, lightly stroking through your robe.

“Take it off,” you growled into his ear.

That seemed to be the last straw, for he flipped you over again, ripping your robe off and throwing it across the room, pulling his pajama pants down and grinding painfully slowly against you.

“Is this what you want?” his voice was low and scratchy, like it had been on the phone but there was more to it now. There was something you couldn’t place in his eyes. The words sent a chill through you, making you dig your nails into his back, pulling him against you.

“Not quite,” you muttered against his ear, digging through your bedside drawer and pushing him away. He took the lead, shedding his underwear, grabbing the condom and rolling it on.

Now, with him on top of you, cock gently pressing against your entrance, not quite pushing in yet, you realized that what you’d seen in his eyes wasn’t worry. It was care.

When he spoke, it was gentle, light.

“Is this okay?”

A warm surge went through you at the question. He was genuinely concerned about how you felt.

You smiled gently at him, and he smiled back, a hint of worry remaining in his expression.

Rather than answer aloud, you hooked your legs around his back and pulled him into you.

His face lit up, mouth forming an O as he moaned softly, eyebrows furrowing as he plunged into your tight heat.

He was considerably bigger than you’d expected, going off his slight stature. The sensation was very new. You hadn’t been with anyone in a while and you gasped quite loudly as the two of you adjusted to the feeling.

After a moment, he started fidgeting, eager to move.

You released your grip with your legs, allowing more room for movement. The second you did, he began to thrust, slow at first, almost teasingly. He was soon spurred on by the volume and intensity of your moans, probably also from you being so close to his ear.

A wave of pleasure suddenly shocked you as he hit just the right spot, resulting in a strange squeak coming from your mouth.

His eyes went wild and suddenly his hand was at your throat, squeezing the sides every so gently.

You felt your eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the sensation. His hand snapped away quickly and he froze.

“Shit. . . I’m so sorry . . . I—I didn’t mean—“

But you simply grabbed his hand and placed it back on your neck, softly squeezing his fingers and giving a little nod.

It took him a moment to get the hint, but when he did, he really went for it. Pounding into you, biting down on your clavicle, and making the blood rush to your head — amongst other places.

You had to force yourself to move your hands from where they were clawing at his lower back. You pulled his shoulders forward and bit his earlobe, causing his movements to stutter.

“Oh, fuck. . . . I don’t know how long. . . .”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, slipping a hand down between you and rubbing your clit, increasing the feeling tenfold.

Your moans quickly became louder, only making him pound harder. Surely the headboard was banging against the wall. The neighbors would for sure complain.

Suddenly, the hand on your throat flew to your ankle, gripping it tightly and swinging your leg up over his shoulder. The angle was now just right and he hit the spot inside you each time he thrust in, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, god. Yes. Ohhhhh . . .” you rubbed furiously, on the verge of your orgasm. “I’m gonna—“

“Me too,” his voice was so sweet and still so dirty.

An unexpected idea washed over you.

“Look at me.”

His eyes snapped open, startling you with the haze over his pupils. Although, you were sure if someone held a mirror to you right now, you’d look pretty much the same.

Almost the instant your eyes met, you felt the knot in your stomach snap, sending waves and waves of pleasure through you as you tightened around your partner.

He could definitely feel you coming, eyebrows furrowing and speeding up his thrusts so they were now shallow and quick, just enough to get him off. Which he did very shortly after you, hand snaking around your throat and pushing you down onto his cock as he came.

He grunted on the last thrust, using every ounce of his strength not to collapse on top of you.

Your voice froze in your throat as he pulled out, discarding the condom and plopping down next to you, breathing heavily.

Somehow, your post-coital brain started to rush with the guilt of what you’d just done. You didn’t know this man in the slightest.

“I don’t even know your name,” you whispered to the ceiling, staring at the little popcorn-like bumps.

He turned on his side, lightly running a finger along your jaw in a way that was far too sweet for a one-night stand.

You turned to look at him. His eyes were much lighter now. You could see small flecks of green behind them.

“My name’s Spencer.”

A smile lit up your face, prompting one from him in turn.

“I’m Y/N.”

He blushed, holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You took his hand, shaking it firmly and beaming at him.

“Nice to meet you, Spencer.”

[earthstellar]

Rewatching Transformers G1 S2: Episode 1: Autobot Spike

Yes, this is where the Surprised Ratchet meme image comes from:

This episode has a lot going on including near-death of a human character on screen, body horror/a Frankenstein plot, and some genuinely unsettling scenes mostly made creepy due to the combination of some interesting dialogue/voice acting and typical G1 Quality. 

And Spike shoots Starscream in the ass mid-flight, which is fantastic. 

He also shoots his dad, which is less fantastic. 

Being a horror nerd, I love this episode, so here we go! 

Gonna put this below a cut because I’m taking a lot of screenshots here:

You can watch the whole episode on YouTube here in 4 parts, if you want to watch along! 

Alright, so it opens with Sparkplug trying to create “Autobot X”, which is straight up just a Frankenstein’s Monster of autobot parts. It’s weirdly creepy, and vaguely reminiscent of the infamous Ratchet-Megatron fusion in the Marvel comics.

I want to point out that Sparkplug says “I wanna see what I can do with a lotta spare Autobot parts and some human ingenuity” before the reveal shot above, and that’s horrific if you think about it for more than like, three seconds. 

It also may have been the origins of the MECH plot line in TFP, actually! Very similar body horror type thing going on. Anyway.

It works briefly, but it flips out and has to get shut down. 

Ironhide fires a laser, problem solved, nobody’s worried. They put Autobot X in storage, because surely a rampantly aggressive seemingly sentient pastiche of random Autobot parts is nothing to worry about. It’s fine. 

Wheeljack is like, hell yeah, I’ll help you work on it later. Which is when we get the Surprised Ratchet image, because yeah, I bet Ratchet’s freaked out a little since this thing is made of SPARE AUTOBOT PARTS. 

Then we’re swept immediately into a fight with Megatron, as many Seekers as you can fit in frame at one time, and Soundwave. 

For whatever reason, Bumblebee shows up driving through a bunch of partially blown up missile/rocket components, with Spike in the driver’s seat. Even Spike is like, dude, why are we here? And Bumblebee is just like, I mean, we couldn’t NOT show up. lmao

Unsurprisingly, Bumblebee gets shot-- In alt-mode, with Spike inside. Uh oh. 

Megatron leaves, because Frank Welker can only voice so many characters at once, and our attention is turned to the carnage. 

Ratchet is like, sure, I can fix Bumblebee right up! Meanwhile, Ironhide is like oh god, oh my god, is this how you hold a human??? Is it dead??? Optimus is gonna be pissed. 

So Optimus rolls up like, listen, take him to the hospital, come on. Ratchet lets him in the back of his ambulance mode, and Prowl goes with him so that he can throw his emergency lights on to give the illusion of a police escort, ensuring the drive is even quicker. 

(I miss the days when Prowl wasn’t a total asshole.) 

It cuts pretty quickly to Spike in an operating theatre; Apparently getting shot by alien space lasers isn’t conducive to human health: 

It cuts again to the attending physician standing at Spike’s beside, presumably in ICU although they appear to be in a private room, with Sparkplug on the other side of the bed. 

The doctor says “Hmm, if only there were a way of separating Spike’s mind from his body while we work...” Which, uh, what? What surgeon says that? You can sort of already do that in actual human medicine, it’s called an induced coma. 

But sure, we need exposition here, I get it. The screenplay here is tight. Sparkplug says he has an idea...

Back at the Autobot hangout, things seem fairly chill, considering. 

Ratchet is welding Bumblebee’s ass in alt-mode, while Bumblebee complains about how long it’s taking. lol 

Meanwhile, Wheeljack and Sparkplug somehow have Spike hooked up to a Ghostbusters colander helmet, which will hopefully transfer his mind into the malfunctioning/in stasis Autobot X frame. Yikes. 

It works! Spike is now also Autobot X. We will call him Spike X for short. 

And for some reason, Spike saying “D-Da-ad?” with this faceplate expression is incredibly funny to me, while also being really weird and creepy: 

However, this is only cool for like two seconds, at which point Spike X truly starts to lose his shit. 

It gets real creepy here, with Spike X saying in a very oddly flat inflection “Why? Why did you do this to me? Why?” and it’s pretty wild. There’s even a mild strobe effect for a few frames. 

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker try to help calm him down, but Spike X throws them both across the room. 

Optimus is like, oh shit, we made a giant metal teenager. Stop him, but use low power, because if the Autobot X frame is damaged too much, then Spike’s consciousness may not be able to be returned to his actual human body. 

Note that Optimus says this in a pretty relaxed way, then levels a shoulder mounted cannon straight at Spike X, which is incredibly funny. 

It quickly gets deeply weird and creepy again when Spike X is temporarily able to talk with his dad, and states that “it’s hard to think, like something is telling me to do... bad.... things!” Yiiiiiikes. 

He gets it under control again, apologises to his dad for the outburst (I think it’s OK, Spike), and Optimus says that he’s cool to stay at the base and he’ll be taken care of while his human body heals up. 

However, oh shit, the Decepticons have found out that Spike now has an Autobot frame-- And they know he’s unstable. 

Starscream tries to roast him, but Megatron’s like, shut up nerd, we’re gonna make Spike X turn against the Autobots! It’s a good plan, I’m serious! 

Back at the Autobot base, Ratchet is still welding Bumblebee’s ass, and Bumblebee is still complaining. Wheeljack hooks up Spike X with some network television, and he’s watching... Frankenstein. Because the six year old kids who are the intended audience of G1 may not be familiar with the source material for this episode’s plot, I guess, which is fair. (Frank Welker nails it here as Dr. Frankenstein, but that’s unsurprising, because he always nails it. I think he’s also voicing Frankenstein’s Monster, but I haven’t checked the credits.)

Obviously, this isn’t a great thing for Spike X to be watching at this particular moment, so he freaks out again. 

Wheeljack and Sparkplug come running, and somehow Sparkplug is covering ground faster than Wheeljack. It’s fine, don’t worry about it. 

Ratchet’s progress on welding Bumblebee’s ass is interrupted by Spike X breaking through the wall and seemingly flying away. lmao 

They just sort of stand there, like, well, we lost him, I guess. 

Bumblebee is like, alright, gonna go get my boy. 

So he drives out of this massive crater, and Ratchet is like, wait! Your radio transmitter still doesn’t work. (Apparently their radio transmitters are located in their asses. Fascinating.) 

Spike X sits on a cliff and says “what a drag”, which, yeah. Being a Frankenstein space robot would be cool if not for the immense psychological damage this is absolutely causing. 

However, he also calls himself a “walking garbage can” in a completely genuine put-out tone of voice, which absolutely sells that this is a teenager in a giant robot body and I laughed, I won’t lie. 

Some of Megatron’s cronies locate him and hold his position. 

At the same time, Bumblebee shows up and tries to talk Spike X down from a random destructive rampage. 

He throws Bumblebee off the cliff! And Megatron’s squad is rolling up. (Well, flying up, anyway.) Uh oh! 

Spike X is like, hell yeah, bring it. More ass to kick. And it turns out his arm mounted cannon works, because he shoots Starscream directly in the undercarriage and says “YEAH, MAN!” and it’s so genuine. 

This is the perfect reaction to being a teenager in a giant robot body and just suddenly being able to shoot lasers and kick ass. Look at how happy he is, that he just shot Starscream in the butt mid-air. It’s awesome.

Unfortunately, the Seekers do actually beat him up, although Spike X puts up a good fight. 

Megatron then takes advantage of his further weakened state, and swoops in to pitch a classic “Join Us” speech. Spike X calls him “Megacrumb”, which is probably acceptable because he’s absolutely concussed by this point. 

Megatron is willing to overlook this for the sake of teaming up. 

Bumblebee eavesdrops, and drives away-- But Spike X gives Megatron a handshake, and agrees to “make them pay”. Oh shit! 

For some reason, Optimus and Ironhide are back at the rocket facility to watch a launch. Because I guess whatever, this whole situation is chill, let’s go watch rockets? IDK 

But either way, Optimus roasts the inferior quality of human technology, while Bumblebee just drives up on site despite Military Police levelling sniper rifles at him in order to report that Megatron is taking advantage of Spike X’s inability to think clearly. 

Optimus says “I feared something like this might happen”, which, if that were the case, why not take actions to prevent it, maybe? Not the strongest Optimus episode. 

To be fair though, Ironhide transforms and is already driving off before Optimus even gives the order to roll out, so I guess Ironhide either really wants to kick some ass or cares slightly more about Spike X’s wellbeing. He has no dialogue here, so we can only guess. 

They get there, with even more Autobots who showed up at some point in the rapid scene cuts here, and Spike X is super unhinged-- Charging his weapons, he starts speaking in a more strained and angry way, and engages the Autobots! 

He hits Optimus with what appears to be a chest laser? It’s hard to see. But it’s super effective: 

Optimus pleads with Spike X to calm down, but Spike X straight up pulls MEGATRON IN GUN MODE out of his sub-space and shoots Optimus directly in the faceplate. Damn! 

The Seekers and Soundwave drop in, and start rapid firing on all the Autobots present. 

We get some great shots of Megatron in his gun alt-mode as he tries to convince Spike X to keep attacking. Optimus and Bumblebee hide behind cover, attempting to bring Spike X to his senses long enough to disarm him. 

Suddenly, Wheeljack and Sparkplug roll up; Sparkplug attempts to talk some sense into Spike, too. 

Optimus and Bumblebee are at a loss; If they take out Spike X, the damage might take him out for good. 

However, Sparkplug fails in his efforts to talk to Spike X; He SHOOTS HIS DAD AND KNOCKS HIM OFF THE CLIFF. 

Can you imagine if they put an ad break here? lmao 

Luckily, he has like, a claw machine arm, and he catches his dad before he becomes a human smoothie. 

This shocks Spike X badly enough that while he still has Megatron in gun mode, he takes a few pot shots at the Seekers and the Decepticons decide it’s time to bounce, so Megatron bails too. 

He apologises for almost killing his dad, his dad is like hey no beef man, and it cuts to them in the hospital: 

Sparkplug takes his son’s body back to the Autobot base (that sounds worse than it is), and they prepare to transfer him back into his body. 

What’s extra funny here is that he nervously laughs and says “Hope you fixed this thing up good, Ratchet!” And Ratchet says absolutely nothing. Not a word. 

It’s a success! Dad and son hug, totally not even addressing anything that happened this whole episode, because that’s a job for a therapist. 

Ratchet, who continues to not really care about any of this, tells Wheeljack “You know, I could probably repair that mess, but I think it’s best that I don’t.” (This is a play on what Wheeljack said earlier in the episode when he offered to help Sparkplug fix up Autobot X to begin with.) 

I love how tired Wheeljack looks. LOL

Spike, now recovered, leaves us with a great question to close out the episode: “I wonder what it’d be like for a robot mind to be transferred... to a human!” 

Depending on what kind of kid you were, his question was either imagination fuel for fun humanformer ideas, or was a blatantly bad question indicating he learned nothing and providing nightmare fuel trying to imagine one of the Autobots losing their shit in a human body the same way Spike lost his shit while inhabiting Autobot X. 

Anyway, great episode! 10/10 Scary, funny, creepy, Starscream got shot in the ass by a teenager. 

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Silent bloom

Parings: Finn Collins/reader Bellamy Blake/reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Chapter: 1.13

Distance was all that mattered. You run through the forest, leaves and branches reaching out to grab you, tearing at your skin and clothes. You weren’t stopping for anything, and sure as hell weren’t going to stop to look behind.

Seeing the night sky was the only assurance that you were still alive, but despite that, there was no help for the sick feeling inside your stomach. The mud and grit had become enmeshed with raw pink flesh and was spotted with blood. You had no idea where you were heading.

Looking over the gates at camp, you spotted some white flowers growing. They were beautiful and pure. You had picked a few and decided to place them on Wells' grave. You weren’t overly close to him when he was alive, but you still felt guilty for not being able to save him that night. If you had gone looking for him sooner, or screamed for help, he might have had a chance to survive. Taking care of his grave was your way of apologising. Octavia had offered to go with you, but you insisted on being alone.

As you made your way back towards the gates of camp, a rustling noise from behind caught your attention. You turned to see two men in hazmat suits crouching close by. They were watching your campmates through binoculars. Gulping down, you slowly started to back away, hoping they wouldn’t notice. But they did.

You tumbled over a branch that caused you to land on the ground with a thump and before you had the chance to move again, men in hazmat suits grabbed you. Your kicks and screams did nothing to aid your escape. You weren’t strong enough to fight them off. The feeling of something sharp pricking at your neck made you scream out for help weakly as the dizziness caused your vision to start blurring.

Suddenly, the man let go and he fell to the ground. The second body quickly hit the ground after. You tried to crawl away from them, not being strong enough to stand, but you didn’t make it far. An older looking woman walked forward and glanced down at you. Her face was covered in black kohl, and she was wearing tribal clothes that were decorated with fresh blood. She was a grounder, and she wasn’t alone.

—

"It’s not safe out here."

You turn around to see Bellamy standing behind you, with an unamused expression on his face. Not that you judged him. He had almost died twice in the last few hours.

"It’s not safe anywhere," you pointed out.

Clarke and Finn returned with grounders not far behind. Monty was still missing. Murphy had terrorised the camp, and now Raven was possibly dying, and Connor was dead.

"Your shift is over. You should get some rest." With a sigh, you accepted Bellamy’s hand, as he helped you down from the ledge you were standing on. You couldn’t help but stare. Even in the night, you could see the bruises around Bellamy’s neck. Without thinking, you reached out and ran your fingers across the dark mark. He flinched only for a moment before leaning into your touch. His gaze fell from your face down to your bandaged thigh, "Does it hurt?"

"No... Well yeah, but it’s getting better." You stepped back from him, "How is your neck?"

"Never better." You snorted at the bluntness of his answer. Something else was playing on his mind. Bellamy tensed again before he spoke. "Octavia told me about you and Finn arguing, a-"

"It won’t happen again. We have bigger issues to focus on."

"I was going to ask if you were okay." You didn’t know what to say. It had never occurred to you that Bellamy would have cared, especially when grounders could attack at any moment. "O never went into detail, but she said it got nasty."

"I would never have taken Bellamy Blake for a gossip," you teased.

Bellamy smirked at your comment, "you're one of the best gunners we’ve got Daisy, but you are useless if you're distracted. I don’t want you to miss a kill shot because of a distraction."

He was right, the argument was a distraction. You only cared deeply about a few people, and in the blink of an eye, you had lost Monty and Finn. You let out a deep sigh, "there’s nothing to tell... how far away do you think the grounders are?"

Bellamy clenched his jaw. You assumed he wasn’t happy that you were avoiding the question, but this wasn’t the time to open those wounds. "They won’t be far," he must have sensed you were unconvinced because he probed you some more. "You’ve been staring outside these gates for hours without flinching. What’s going on?"

"I just... I don’t get it. They only followed Clarke and Finn so far, then they stopped. I’m just trying to figure out why."

"To get reinforcements."

"Maybe," you paused before continuing. "From what we know, grounders don’t give up without a fight. They aren’t afraid of dying. Hell, the bomb at the bridge didn’t stop them. I think something else made them turn back."

"I really hope you're wrong."

—

You opened your eyes to the noise of yelling around you. It had all just been a bad dream. Groaning, you tried to sit up and realised you couldn’t. You had been chained to the bed.

"I’m glad kom see yu laik awake skai raunon."

You turn your head and see the grounder from the forest standing by the doorway. "I... I’m sorry, I don’t understand."

A younger looking girl stepped forward, and translated. "She’s glad to see you are awake."

For what reason would a grounder want you awake? You suddenly noticed the chains attached to your wrists. The memory of Murphy telling you what the grounders did to him played on your mind. You instantly curled your fingers into the palm of your hands.

"Why?" You were embarrassed by the weakness in your own voice.

"We saved you."

You looked between the young girl and the older woman who hadn’t taken her eyes off you. It was true they were probably still alive, "thank you."

"Mochof," the older grounder said before placing a bucket of water down next to you. "Mochof is thank you in our language. My name is Zelda, and this is Ada."

"I’m Daisy." You eyed Zelda suspiciously as she poured a powder into the water before offering the bucket to you. "What did you just put in it?"

"It has healing properties. It will pull any poison from your wounds out."

"Why would you waste your medicine on me?"

Ada took the bucket from Zelda and placed it in front of you, "because we want peace."

You accepted the ragged looking clothes from the young girl and began washing your neck, before moving to your ankles. There was no point in refusing, you had no weapon and physically wouldn’t be able to fight them off with restricted movement. The stinging sensation in your wounds was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. Soon after, an overwhelming heaviness takes over you.

—

You opened your eyes again to find you were still in the same hut as before, except now it was only lit by a small flame that was next to the chair Ada was sleeping in. You wonder how long you’ve been asleep. The night's cool air made goosebumps appear on your skin, which caused you to notice your lack of clothes. Your trousers were gone.

"I cut them off to change your wound."

Her voice took you by surprise, as you hadn’t realized she was awake. You looked at Ada and noticed she now had war paint on her face that matched Zelda’s. "Who was screaming earlier?"

"They were just reapers."

You tried to rack your brain for any clues about them, but your mind went blank. "What are reapers?"

"Men who are no longer men." Ada stood up and walked towards the ‘bed’ you were still chained to, "You have an interesting collection of scars, Daisy."

You scoffed at the comment, "so I’ve heard."

"Did you get them in battle?"

As Ada moved in the dimly lit room, you noticed the three large scars on her left shoulder. They looked deep and raw. "No, most of them were caused by accidents. How did you get yours?"

"A wild animal," she paused for a minute before continuing. "I have water and food to share if you’d like some."

It amazed you the way you had been treated by the two grounders, considering the stories you had heard. Her offer reminded you of the night you had your wristband removed so you could give Charlotte more food. The memory caused a lump to form in the back of your throat. "Only if you have enough to share."

—

After eating in silence, Ada offered to look at the rest of your wounds to make sure they weren’t infected. You couldn’t decide if she was genuinely kind or trying to lure you into a false sense of security, regardless you accepted her offer.

As Ada cleaned a couple of scratches on the back of your neck, you cleared your throat. "So... what are you and Zelda planning on doing with me? I’m guessing I won’t be free to walk any time I want."

It surprised you when Ada let out a small laugh, "That is the plan."

"Now I’m really confused. You kidnapped me to clean me up, feed me, then let me leave?"

"We saved, not kidnapped," you helped your chained wrists up. "We aren’t stupid. You could have woken up and tried to kill us."

"Good point, but I still don’t understand why. Our people are at war."

Ada sighed before rummaging around in a different part of the room. "We have a common enemy, the mountain men."

"The men in hazmat suits?" She nodded, and it started to make sense. "What are they doing?"

"For a long time, people have been going missing. Many of us believe if we work together we can stop them."

Her comment surprised you, "Does your commander think so?"

"Not yet, but if your people understand we aren’t savages, then maybe they will be willing to fight with us."

You couldn't help but laugh, not because the situation was funny, but because two grounders had saved you from mountain men, then chained you to a bed, but still showed you nothing but kindness. And now they want to use you to help end a war. "How many of your people think this?"

"Enough of them. Do you think your people would do the same?"

You knew Octavia would be accepting of grounders wanting peace. Finn and Clarke would be the same. The problem would be convincing the rest of the delinquents, but you were sure Bellamy would convince them once you explained. God, you hoped you got the chance to see them all again. You let out a deep sigh. The last thing you wanted to do was lie. "I hope they will. They might not listen to me, but I know somebody they would blindly follow."

"I’m going to find Zelda. I brought you this in case you get a cold."

"Thank you," you called after her before throwing the blanket over your legs.

After she left, you laid back down as questions kept swirling around in your head, but you’d have time to ask them in the morning. The last thought you had before falling back asleep was if Monty had been taken by grounders, or mountain men.

—

The door to the hut suddenly burst open and a blood-soaked Ada entered. It had been at least a couple of days since you last saw her. Luckily, she had left enough food and water for you, as well as loosening your chains slightly.

"What happened?" Ada said nothing but unchained you before throwing clothes down beside you, "Are you hurt?"

"Hurry and put them on."

As you pulled your new trousers on, you froze when a gunshot went off in the distance. You turned to face Ada, who was staring emotionless outside the open door. You leaned closer to her and whispered, "What’s going on?"

"Skaikru didn’t want peace. I can’t help you anymore."

"Wait?" You said it a little too loudly as Ada made her way to the door, causing her to turn and frown. "You need to tell me what happened. I can still talk to-"

"It’s too late," she snarled. "Zelda is dead. The war has already begun. Jus drein jus daun, blood must have blood."

You stared at her not knowing what to say. You finished getting dressed in an awkward silence as Ada kept guard. The last few days had felt like a dream you couldn’t wake up from. At any moment, you’d wake up in camp and the dream would become nothing but a distant memory.

"You will need this," Ada handed you a blade. "Be careful, the poison the mouton men gave you can last for days. Mebi oso na hit choda op nodotaim Daisy kom Skaikru."

"I hope we meet again."

—

Days of not walking properly had taken their toll on your body as you kept stumbling while walking up the steep hill. You ducked down low when you heard voices getting closer. Crawling closer to get a better look, you froze when multiple gunshots fired close by.

You stayed in the same spot until you heard the familiar voice of Clarke. You slowly struggled to your feet and began walking to the top. The thought of yelling did occur to you, but you were dressed like a grounder, and would be alerting god knows who to your location. The pain radiating through your body made you want to give up, but you needed to push forward. You needed to know if your friends were safe. Finally, a head of blonde hair came into view, along with thick dark hair. A wave of relief washed over you knowing that Bellamy was safe.

You thought it was strange that neither of them were moving forward as you stumbled towards them. Clarke placed a hand over her mouth and spun to face the other way, the same time you fell to your knees. "Daisy!"

She rushed over towards you, while Bellamy stood stunned for a moment. He quickly snapped out of it. Clarke moved to the side as Bellamy knelt down in front of you. He brushed strands of hair out of your face, "I thought you were dead."

"Ditto," the expression on Bellamy’s face worried you. "So what have I missed Blake?"

Bellamy held the same worried expression as you got back to your feet and walked towards where he stood a moment ago. Nothing could have ever prepared you to see a pile of dead bodies. The sight made you feel sick. Finn and Murphy came into view. Both of them noticed you at the same time. Murphy shook his head as Finn stepped towards you with an almost insane look on his face.

You stumbled backwards and a pair of hands caught you before you fell. Bellamy held onto you tightly as you backed away from the scene in front of you.

Finn suddenly appeared directly in front of you, saying, "I found you.”

Season one