#i actually get second hand embarrassment from body swaps

[uftopia]

The dregpreg plot was litteralky just a happy little “oh I can have kids cool” and then a happy little exploration of getting ready to be parents.

However, much like Mario anon I have a few planned that aren���t all happy and some that aren’t all sad and I even have a body swap one planned we’ll see how that goes it’s a little fun little angst.

One I was planning but idk how to elaborate in writing is dnf going to see Despicable Me 4 and George going “I want a baby” and while I’m a dregnancy truther and Dream was gonna get pregnant to give George the baby it also works the other way too 👀

dude all this sounds soooo good omg angst????? minions movie !???? body swap ????? loving it … gnf would absolutely be inspired to have a baby cause of the minions movie

don’t feel pressured to write gregnancy if you’re a dregnancy fan btw 🫡 both r good

[bbina]

the joint meeting went longer than expected

you can see the exhausted faces of karina and giselle from across the table. giselle's poor soul had to explain the entire visual board she had prepared all day (and probably all night too) yesterday that screamed and bodied zhong inc. and had to answer every question jaemin had thrown her way

well, what did you expect from the eccentric mind of jaemin. not to mention hyuck was added to the mix in this meeting since PR rollouts were also discussed in the meeting

you don't really know what happened in the next few discussions. it was like you just subconsciously went to auto pilot mode because the rest of the meeting felt like it went by a blur. you were still jotting down notes and taking down minutes because you do have to send it through everyone's inbox at the end of it

it's been a long day basically

the sound of chairs scrapping and applause brought you back to your senses

"thank you for the time" you hear chenle say, shaking hands with jaemin and jeno, who flashes you a smile

you quickly scramble your notes as you turn to look for winter but before you could actually walk away, you feel someone grab your arm. you look up to see it was chenle

he leans down, whispering something in your ear

"you looked a bit zoned out halfway through the meeting" he says casually. you can hear the smirk from his tone of voice

you freeze for a second before looking up at him. blinking once. twice

"i was still taking notes" you point out, "i mean who wants to sit through a 4 hour long meeting taking notes about hex codes, blending options and textures every 5 minutes"

chenle chuckles at your reaction. "there she is. the assistant i have grown to know for the past month" he teases before pocketing his hands in his suit pockets and walking off to god knows where

you take this moment to take a good look at your team. who all looked like they just survived a whole marathon with how sluggish they were moving. hyuck especially

"thank fuck this meeting is over" he calls out dramatically, leaning onto mark for support who immediately pushes him away causing him to land on giselle

"hyuck get off i'm tired!" giselle complains, taking the brunt of hyuck's weight as he leans onto her side

"hyuck.. stop it.. she's going to have a B.F" karina warns, voice tired

"what's a B.F?" mark quips

"a bitch fit" giselle murmurs, loud enough for the team to hear. hyuck immediately gets off of her and sits back down on a chair

you laugh weakly at the overall atmosphere of the team before you force yourself to find winter. all you wanted to do right now was to go home and lay on your bed

"hey miss assistant" winter greets sweetly, finding you instead. you offer her a tired smile before handing her a folder that contains the printed materials your team had presented

"here's ours" she says, taking your folder out of your hands to swap it with their folders

"thank you" you smile, "i can't wait for this day to end. i just want to sleep" you yawned, glancing up at the digital clock that was in the middle of the conference room

"oh i can tell. halfway through the meeting you out! i'm moved with the way you were still flawlessly doing your job by taking down the minutes" she laughed, recalling the scene in her head. winter even wanted to snap a photo but that would just disrupt the meeting

you feel yourself burn of embarrassment. chenle also said the same thing

"don't say that" you shushed her, "... was it really that obvious that i was zoned out?" you ask, lowering your voice

winter bursts out laughing at your question. "girl, i wanted to take a picture so bad! but you know, be professional as your boss would probably say" she teases, nudging you

you give her a look. what was she on about

"your boss was looking at you multiple times throughout the meeting. i guess he could tell you were mentally not there" she giggles, covering her mouth with the folder you gave her

"it was nice seeing you again winter. byeee" you bid goodbye, turning on your heel, ignoring her fits of laughter and before she can say anything else

you walk back to the team first to tell them that you'd be leaving the room first to arrange everything before you send out emails to everyone

everyone just groans and mumbles out words of acknowledgement. looks like it wasn't just you who just walked out of hell (aka this obnoxiously long overdue joint meeting)

chenle looks up, hearing your announcement to the team. he then glances at his watch for the time

its almost the end of the day

somehow he knows that you won't be clocking out just yet. force of habit is one would say

after all, who else make you stay up til late to finish a report that could easily be done the next day?

it's him

and only him.

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

it didn't take you long to compile the joint meeting's minutes. you only highlighted key points from the meeting to save yourself some time and now all that's left is to send the file to everyone's inboxes before you can finally go home

click. email(s) successfuly sent

with a soft sigh, you closed your laptop and tucked it in your bag before finally getting up from your desk to clock out and head home after a very long day

you step out of the company and you're immediately hit with the cool night air

the lot was basically empty minus some cars parked nearby and when you scan the vicinity, there you notice a tall figure leaning against a car

"took you long enough" a familiar voice rings

it was jeno

you blink a few times as jeno pushes himself off his (presumably) car and slowly walks up to you

"figured you'd stay a bit longer than the rest of your co workers and i was right" he smiles, pocketing his hands in his pockets

you let out an awkward laugh. errr... so what?

"i mean yeah. i'm the executive assistant while also being the liaison officer so recently i have been staying longer in the company.." you rub your neck awkwardly cause what the fuck

jeno laughs, his eyes turning into crescent moons

"of course. also not to mention i noticed you looked tired today during the meeting" jeno says, making small talk, "hope we aren't working you to the bone.. that'd be unfortunate" he jokes

your eyes widened. were you really that tired that it was obvious?

"...was it really that obvious"

"on the opposite side of the table yes" jeno muses, finding amusement in your reaction

"enough about me. what are you doing here alone, sir jeno? is sir jaemin and winter still inside?" you ask, looking behind you

jeno shakes his head no, kicking pebbles with his shoes

"no they just left actually. jaemin is just making sure winter makes it home safe so i'm just waiting for him here" jeno explains

"oh okay. that's nice" you nod your head slowly. well, that's good to know

"well if that's the case then i'll be making my way too then. see you around, sir jeno" you bow politely before turning to the other direction

but before you can even make it far, you hear jeno calling out for your name

"miss y/n! wait up!" jeno jogs after you

you stop in your tracks as you wait for him to say something. what did he want even after work hours?

"i can take you home" jeno offers kindly

you immediately open your mouth to reject his offer but he cuts you off before you could even utter a word out

"it's getting late and it wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to leave a lady like you to go home like this" he says, motioning to your attire and your bag that's hanging on your shoulders

you look down on yourself to see that he was motioning your heels. oh right. you were wearing heels today. not that you've felt that dull ache on your legs after being in them all day

you barely feel it anymore

jeno gives you some time to think about his offer. to him, this would also be a perfect opportunity to get to know you

"listen sir jeno.." you hesistate, "thank you for the offer but i'm fine. i can manage" you try to explain without making it weird, sheepishly smiling at the taller man

jeno frowns a bit and tries his best to convince you further

"c'mon i promise i don't bite. you're clearly exhausted and the last thing you want is to wait for the bus during rush hour when i'm right here" jeno tries gently, patting your shoulder

as much as you want to just ride a car and not take public transport, the mere thought of feeling indebted to someone you barely know is already clawing against your skin. you really don't like being indebted to someone— let alone your boss' new business partner

"y/n?"

you know that voice anywhere

slowly, you turn and you see chenle a few feet away from where you were currently standing. the first three buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned and he had his suit jacket draped over one arm. his expression was unreadable but the slight raise of his brows was unmistakeable

you turn your head back to check if jeno was watching but he simply tips his chin towards chenle's direction before diverting his attention back to you

"so, what do you say, miss y/n?"

"where are you going?" chenle asks, now moving near you and jeno

"home" you answer, glancing at chenle who was looking directly at you

"with him?" chenle blurts out almost immediately. there was a slight tinge in his voice that you can't really pinpoint what

"i don't see why not? i treat all my employees the same" jeno interjects smoothly, even flashing chenle his signature charming smile

little did jeno know, charming smiles don't work on ceo zhong chenle

"welp, i hate to be the bearer of bad news but y/n isn't your employee. now is she?" chenle smiles sarcastically at jeno

you blink at their interaction that's happening right in front of you. you've always had a little hunch that chenle might've find jeno a little intimidating because he was always a tad bit colder to them but this just sealed the deal

after a moment of heavy silence between the three of you, chenle suddenly turns to you

"where are you going again?" he asks again, this time his voice was a bit softer than earlier

"where else? home" you sigh, having enough of the two of them "so are we done here so i can finally get home and rest?"

you look between the two ceos who were both just looking back at you. heaving a sigh, you roll your eyes as you turn your back to them, heading towards to the bus stop when chenle suddenly grabs your wrists, halting you from walking further away

"i'll drive you home. i know where you live anyway" he says firmly and the way he was looking at you made you shiver a little. his gaze a little too intense for your liking like it was screaming "no objections"

not like you had any other choice anyway, you tug your wrist back before you nod your head yes

with that, chenle walks ahead first to the parking lot. you can only look at jeno apologetically

"sorry sir jeno. boss' orders" you murmured, shooting him an apologetic look

jeno only laughs in response and holds his hands out in mock surrender

"well, i'm certain you can't say no to that" he laughs softly

"y/n." you hear chenle calling out for you from the parking lot. with a sigh, you give jeno one last look before sheepishly walking away from him

"maybe next time, sir jeno. i'll be taking my leave now. take care on the way home" you wave goodbye as you sped walk towards chenle who was waiting by his car

jeno can only watch the way you and chenle interact from afar. the way chenle was impatiently tapping on his foot as he waited for you. the way you two seemed like you two had a small argument before he points towards the passenger door. although jeno noticed that chenle didn't fully get inside til he was sure that you got in first then he sees chenle looking at him before he gets in and shuts the door. the car then comes to life and not even a second later, you two are out of the parking lot of zhong inc

jeno stares at the car as it slowly disappears from his line of sight. jeno can't help but feel a smirk creeping up his face. he had a hunch that chenle didn't really like him that much ever since he made that off-handed comment about you

he can't help but feel like he needs to mess around with you more to see a reaction from him. it's not all the time you see a boss who's suspiciously overly protective of his assistant as of late

but who knows

and like it was on cue, jaemin had returned from dropping winter off at the subway station

"sorry i took so long. winter wanted to buy dinner before she got home" jaemin explains, walking up to jeno and smacking his shoulder

"what are you looking at?" jaemin raises a brow, following his line of sight

"nothing" jeno smiles before turning back to his car. "let's go home"

"alright" jaemin chirps, "we have a shit ton to do that's due on friday"

jeno hums, bringing the engine to life

"we sure do... we don't want to disappoint ceo zhong"

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

"seriously?" you ask, sitting in chenle's passenger seat as he speeds through the city, "what was that about?"

chenle leans his head on his left arm as he drives with the other. he raises a brow at your question

"what do you mean?"

"you and that stint you pulled with sir jeno" you say

chenle scoffs, "he was being pushy towards my employees. obviously i had to intervene"

now it was your turn to raise a brow. "he wasn't being pushy" you defend jeno, "he was just being... nice" for lack of better word

chenle shoots you a look that screams "are you serious"

you frown, not really understanding what was wrong with jeno's offer

it was silence after that inside chenle's car. chenle was nice enough to turn on the radio so you wouldn't have to suffer through the impending uncomfortable silence. since you were basically being held gun point to ride with him

you sit rigid against the plush leather seat. this wasn't the car you rode in last night

oh right. how could you forget? your boss was basically a billionaire of course he had a line of cars ready to be used at any given point in time and you just managed to ruin one

chenle steals a glance through his peripheral vision. he sees you awkwardly fidgeting while still holding onto your bag

"you can relax in here you know? i won't get mad at you if you leaned back against the seat" chenle says, breaking the silence

you purse your lips together as you awkwardly do what you were told. you hate to admit how comfortable this car was. or maybe this was just the drowsiness speaking. you've already had a long day and the little stint between the two ceos didn't help either

chenle notices your silence and steals another glance. he notices you almost half asleep. barely keeping your eyes open. the a/c hitting you right in the face

"comfy huh?" chenle muses, finally mustering the courage to finally take a real look at you but he's met with you knocked out against the window

"that was quick" chenle comments, reaching over to adjust the a/c and turning on the heat so you'd feel better. not like you'd know. you were out cold after all

chenle sighs as he checks the GPS again for the directions to your house. it wasn't that far nor it was near either. it was like a perfect balance and an ample amount of time to think if there was things to think about

like what happened earlier in front of the office with jeno

it's not like chenle had acted on impulse— in this case he probably did. he didn't know what came over him. seeing his assistant talk to his partner ceo and the fact it seemed like jeno was offering you a ride home? in front of his company? seriously?

nobody gives his employees any special treatment but me, chenle thinks to himself as he slowly drives into your neighborhood

wait a second. special treatment?

chenle shakes his thoughts away. what the fuck. he thinks to himself. this car ride was now taking a tad bit too long for him but one thing is certain for sure. jeno definitely rubs him the wrong way

he barely notices the tight grip he has on the steering wheel til the GPS beeps and announces that they have arrived at their destination. chenle quickly pulls up to the curb and parks the car

now his next dilemma is how to wake you up. he contemplates between himself if he should wake you up or let you wake up on your own. he was kind of leaning towards more on the latter. he didn't want to interrupt your deep sleep with the way your cheek was pressed against window

maybe you'd realize it soon, chenle thinks, shrugging at the thought. not that he had anyone waiting for him either way and he did like to car rot at times so he was fine with this

chenle adjusts his seat to his liking before whipping out his phone and starts scrolling through emails and his socials. all in the guise of waiting for you to wake up

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

the bus was awfully chilly tonight

you try to cover your arms to have some warmth but you feel that your sitting position felt off. since when did your usual bus had plush leather seats that almost feels like a reclining chair?

you try adjusting yourself but that's when you feel that you were a bit restrained

that's strange. your usual bus didn't have seatbelts—

seatbelts?

you can feel yourself waking up little by little. your eyes flutter open and all you see is darkness at first. you immediately sit up and look around, trying to remember where you are

then you see chenle seated right beside you— well more like laying next to you as his car seat was all the way down, while scrolling on his phone

chenle sees you sit up and waves

"oh hey you finally woke up" he greets, sitting up too and adjusting his seat back to its original position

"where are we?" you ask, startled. still a little disoriented by just waking up

chenle adjusts the a/c again before he answers you so casually

"at your place"

you whip your head around and you see your building. oh wow, so you were home the entire time

"we got home and you didn't wake me up?" you complain, suddenly wiping your face in case you were drooling in his other car. you don't know if you could afford the cleaning with this one too

chenle laughs, scrolling on his phone. "you looked too peaceful to wake up"

you can feel yourself burn in embarrassment at the realization. fuck, your own boss saw you sleeping in his car

"figured you were tired so i just let you sleep for a while. no biggie" he shrugs

"and how long was this "for a while" ?" you ask, quoting his words

"for like an hour or so. i don't know, i didn't keep track" chenle mutters, barely even paying attention to you

an hour. you were sleeping in his car for an hour. the drive to get to your apartment wasn't even an hour. it was 30 minutes at best without traffic

so does that mean chenle had left the car running for over two hours?

you quickly whip out your wallet and pull out a bunch of cash and placed them on the empty cup holders

"what–"

"for gas. for dropping me off and letting the car run for an hour or even more" you say quickly

chenle immediately shakes his head no. he grabs the cash and hands it back to you

"it's okay. this car doesn't eat much gas" chenle hands back the cash

you shake your head, pushing his hand away

"you've done enough for the past two nights. i hate to be indebted to my own boss" you muttered

chenle makes a face and pushes his hand back to your lap again

"you're literally not indebted to me what are you talking about?" he retorts, "i keep telling you its fine. as your boss, you don't have to repay me, jesus"

you shake your head no, holding your hands out to prevent chenle from giving you back your cash

"i can't accept this sir zhong. just let me do this for my own sake. i don't think i can be normal at work knowing you've drove me home twice now and i didn't pay for the damages and the gas" you plead as much as its a little embarrassing to say out loud. you just had to get your point across

now chenle stares at you like you just grew a second head. what kind of personal principle was that?

but hey, chenle won't judge but chenle doesn't need your money and he honestly sees this as helping you back since you are his assistant and you technically fall under his radar now no matter what

silence envelops the car and you almost thought that you had him there. that he was gonna accept your money and tell you to get out since he had already dropped you off but what comes out of his mouth next almost gave you whiplash

"fine. you want to pay me back? you can pay me back by letting me drive you to and from work starting tomorrow"

BUSINESS PROPOSAL ᝰ.ᐟ . . . PAY ME BACK

✎ . . . things aren't going as planned the way you thought it was going to be. especially the part where you find yourself falling in love with your own boss– which was definitely not part of the agreed proposal.

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[flavored-soda]

swapping soot and spit

Rating: R (explicit 18+) minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, pwp

Word Count: 3.8k

Pairing: BuckTommy/Tevan/Kinley

Summary: After the greeting in the hospital lobby. Tommy and Buck decide they need more than a kiss to say hello.

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He’s not sure how they got here. Well, actually, that’s a lie. He does know how they got here: Tommy. Tommy is how they got here. Or more specifically, Tommy covered in soot and grime. His boyfriend, marching through those hospital doors with big blue eyes filled with exhaustion and happiness, and the adrenaline from a call still visibly coursing through his big muscular body, is how they got here. A stupid little line while he yanked the older man into a searing and hungry kiss is how they got here. So, maybe Buck was more of the reason that he and Tommy were wrapped around each other in a supply closet, swallowing each other’s moans.

Tommy’s hands were moving all around his body. Slipping under his shirt, gliding up his sides, ghosting his fingertips over his hips, and hooking his thumb in his waistline. One would occasionally move to his head, giving his hair slight tugs that were driving him mad. He never thought he would like having his hair pulled this much, but that’s the effect that Tommy has on him. 

“Hmph. Baby. Evan. Give me a second.” Tommy rushed out as he pulled away slightly. His words were airy and mixing together, both in an attempt to stay quiet and his exasperation from Buck’s unrelenting mouth. He had moved down to Tommy’s neck, nipping and sucking where he could, the smell of smoke and the taste of soot adding to his eagerness.

“Baby, seriously.” Tommy wrapped his fingers in Buck’s hair and gave it a sharp tug. Buck let out an embarrassing sound as he was pulled away causing his boyfriend to smirk. 

God, Buck wanted to kiss that smug little smile off his face. He wanted to lick the soot off too, find out what it tasted like when it was mixed with Tommy’s sweat. He was buzzing with want and he wasn’t one to stop himself. He leaned in again, resulting in another, smaller tug on his hair to keep him away. He let out a gasp and tried to choke back a whine. He had never done that before, the realization made the flush on his cheeks grow brighter.

“I know, honey. I know.” His boyfriend whispered.

Buck took the chance to look him over. His hair was even messier than before with a few pieces sticking out, his lips were effectively kiss-swollen and bitten red, and under all that grime was a pink flush of his own. Buck trailed his eyes from his boyfriend’s chest, watching it rise and fall, with a sort of pride in knowing he did that to him, up to meet Tommy’s gaze. His eyes were dark, the blue being consumed by the lust. He looked delicious as he gave a small smile down at Buck.

The younger man assumed he looked equally as wrecked, if not more. His brain was filling up with images, thoughts, and ideas that were fueling this need to devour his lover. All memory that they were in a hospital supply closet had left him as he honed in on Tommy’s lips. He licked his own when the older opened his mouth to speak.

“As much as I’m loving this, baby, I need you to tell me what you want here.” 

“You. I want you.” Buck responded. Man, he sounded desperate.

Tommy gave him another small smile.

“I figured that much, but need I remind you where we are? I need to know how far you intend on taking this.” 

Oh. Oh. Buck hadn’t really thought about that, had he? He was so wrapped up in the image of his boyfriend fresh from saving lives that he didn’t seem to think about where this was headed. And look, Buck wasn’t a virgin, he’s had plenty of sex, but not with another man. The closest he came was when a girl wanted to experiment with pegging and only went as far as circling a finger or two around Buck’s hole. This was new territory and the thought of it was exciting.

“I want to touch you.” Buck replied.

“Touch me? Baby, we have to get to the room. People are going to start to wonder where you went.” The hand in Buck’s hair had eased up, becoming a caressing touch. It was melting Buck’s brain.

“I know, I know. Just…please, Tommy.” And fuck, if Tommy didn’t look at him with the most sincere expression.

“Evan, are you sure?”

Buck was melting, not only from the soft touches from Tommy, but the softness of the other man, the consideration he had. It was only making Buck that much more sure.

“Yes. I’m sure. I want to touch you, Tommy.” The soft touches quickly turned harsh again as Tommy smashed their lips back together. It was similar to the one that started this entire debacle, messy and hungry. 

Tommy’s hands were back on his hips and slipping and sliding under his hoodie. Only stopping to place a firm grip on Buck’s hips and push him back against one of the shelving units. Buck let out a grunt at the impact that was quickly swallowed down by his boyfriend’s incessant mouth. Buck’s own hands trying to explore what he could of the older while he still wore his gear. He shifted to try and push the jacket off, the movement had Tommy slotting his leg in between Buck’s. When he let out a small gasp at the sensation hit him, his boyfriend hiked his leg up, propping it up on the bottom shelf of the unit. The action separated their lips for a second, giving time for a moan to slip through Buck’s lips. Tommy leaned in and captured it. Then his boyfriend maneuvered Buck’s hips, guiding the younger to rub himself against his thigh. 

Buck bit his lip in an attempt to hide the noises involuntarily escaping his throat. The awareness that they were in a hospital supply closet hitting him. The new prospect of potentially getting caught only made him more hot and bothered. His hands kept fumbling as he found Tommy’s waistband. Every tip and trick he ever knew for make-outs and quickies fleeing his mind with each thrust against Tommy’s leg. He was attempting to unbutton Tommy’s pants and the goal only became harder as he became more and more turned on. The more his hands roamed his boyfriend’s body, the more noises he ripped from Tommy’s chest, the harder his cock became.

The noises that Buck pulled from Tommy were starting to fuel some dirtier thoughts. Like how he couldn’t stop thinking about dropping to his knees and sucking his boyfriend off right here. He had been on the receiving end of many blowjobs, but now he was wondering what it would feel like with Tommy’s cock in his mouth. The weight of it resting against his tongue, the tip of it hitting the back of his throat as his boyfriend ever so gently helped Buck move his head along the length of it. He wondered what it would taste, if the smoke and sweat smell had moved beyond Tommy’s hair and clothes. He wanted to know what else about Tommy tasted so good.

A particularly hard thrust from Tommy had Buck moving his hands to Tommy’s shoulders. Buck pulled away with part of groan, his own teeth biting down on his lips to keep it in. His eyes flashed back down to Tommy’s only to find a mischievous glint in them. The sight only causes Buck’s hips to grind further on to Tommy’s leg. His lover’s hands on his hips holding him in position and helping his hips move the sloppier his movements got. 

“You’re doing such a good job, Evan, letting me touch you.” Tommy whispered before he placed a soft kiss next to Buck’s ear. The words sent a shock wave through his system.

Before Tommy, Buck would have argued that he didn’t really have a praise kink. Sure, he liked knowing that he was doing a good job, who didn’t? But none of his past partners talked to him like this. The “praise” he received would be in strings of moan and curses as he worked his fingers and/or tongue into them. Sometimes they would push his head further into them, beg him to keep going, but they never called him pretty or called him good. And if they did, it wasn’t like how Tommy does.

“That’s it, baby.” Tommy whispered against his ear.

God, he felt like a teenager, rutting against his partner in some dingy closet, about to come in jeans. The entire thing was like something out of a wet dream. It had Buck letting out little gasps, until a particularly hard thrust where he let out a moan. Tommy rushed to swallow it down, only pulling away when he was sure that Buck could stay quiet. Keeping himself close by focusing on peppering kisses and nips just below his boyfriend’s ear.

“Not that I don’t love your noises, Evan, but we are in a supply closet of a hospital we visit quite frequently for work.” Tommy pulled back from his assault on Buck’s neck, snaking a hand back up into the younger’s hair. He gave it a good tug, forcing the two to lock eyes. 

“We wouldn’t want the staff to find out how much of a slut you are, would we now?” And that was all Buck needed to send him over the edge. The constant pressure of Tommy’s thigh pressing into him, the older man’s hands on his hips, it all sent him hurtling towards his orgasm at an alarming speed. 

Tommy had, once again, locked them into a searing kiss. He licked into Buck’s mouth, exploring every crevice and crack as he devoured the younger’s moans and groans. He kept his hands on Buck’s hips, slowly working him through the aftershocks of his climax. It all became too much too quick. Buck’s moans turned into whines as the pressure on his clothed cock bordered uncomfortable. Tommy moved his leg from between his boyfriend’s thighs and placed his foot back down on the ground, effectively giving the two space but still staying close enough to breathe each other in.

“Woah.” Buck breathed out. It was a whisper and gasp mixed together as he attempted to catch his breath. Tommy let out an equally quiet chuckle, moving to rest their foreheads together. 

“Yea? That good, lover?” Tommy responded before he pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips.

“Yea.” He took another breath in, letting out a whine on exhale. He shifted, feeling the wetness in his boxers. Tommy must’ve noticed the look of discomfort on his face because he reached up, grabbing a box from the shelf that Buck’s head was resting against. When he pulled his hand back down, he had held a couple of paper towels in hand.

“May I?” He said, giving a quick glance down before traveling his eyes back up to Buck’s. The younger man nodded.

He had never felt this taken care of, never been this doted on. Tommy took his time unbuttoning Buck’s jeans and pulling his cock free. The paper towels were rough against him, still sensitive from his recent orgasm. Despite the uncomfortableness, he was reveling in the touch. What he did to deserve a man like Tommy, he’ll never know.

The older man finished cleaning Buck up, helping him back into his jeans, even going as far as zipping and buttoning up the younger’s pants. Another kind of softness that Buck wasn’t quite used to. Buck placed his hands on Tommy’s cheeks, pulling him in for another kiss. The older one smiled into it before pulling away.

“Alright, baby, as much as I love ogling you like this, I think it’s time we head back out there.” Tommy said, taking a step back to throw the soiled paper towels into a trash can in the corner. Buck frowned as he took the chance to look over his lover.

Tommy’s turnout gear covered him well, but he didn’t cover him enough. One look down and Buck could see the bulge his boyfriend was sporting. Tommy had reached out to grab another paper towel, using it to wipe his hands. He wasn’t looking at Buck, so he took the opportunity while he could. 

Without even thinking, he pushed Tommy up against the opposite shelving unit, pressing into him with kiss after kiss. The impact caused the shelf to rattle and Tommy let out a gasp, giving Buck the access to lick into his boyfriend’s mouth. Tommy had moved his hands back onto Buck’s hips and waist. He thought about doing the same for Tommy as he did for him, the image of his older and suave boyfriend rutting against thigh was certainly one he would be saving for lonelier nights, but his mind couldn’t help but wander back to earlier thoughts. The ones with Tommy's dick in his mouth, the ones with Buck on his knees, and Tommy’s hands in his hair, guiding further down his length. He pulled away from the kiss. 

“Baby.” Tommy breathed out. He sounded just as wrecked as Buck felt. There was a certain pride that flooded him with the sound.

“Evan, sweetheart.” Tommy breathed out as Buck moved his hands to the waistband of his turnout gear. “They’re going to–” He was cut off when Buck slipped his hand into his underwear. 

The younger’s touch was sloppy as he tried to find his rhythm. It wasn’t much different than touching his own cock, but the angle was strange. He was fumbling to get a proper hold, that didn’t seem to matter to Tommy as he was letting out little huffs of breath and biting his lip to contain moans. It was driving Buck crazy.

“Fuck.” Tommy let out. 

Buck had found his angle. He found a nice pattern as well, using his thumb to swipe over the head and slit of his boyfriend’s cock. He may not have ever given a handjob but he had received plenty. He knew what felt good and he was just repeating that. It was apparently working. Tommy’s head jerked back, causing another smaller rattle run through the shelving unit. He was starting to fuck into the younger’s hand. The sight was yet another that Buck was trying to mentally capture forever. 

Tommy’s head was resting back against the shelf closest to it. His eyes were squeezed shut as he bit his lip. Buck’s legs started to move on their own. Too drunk on the sight of boyfriend and the leaking cock in his hand too notice when his legs started to sink. Tommy’s hands seemed to glide with him the further he sank. They almost seemed to be aiding in Buck’s descent. Despite the position change, he kept his hand at work, pulling more gasps, shutters, and whispers out of his boyfriend. And when his knees hit the floor, he made sure to look up so he could drink it all in. Tommy’s hand had snaked its way into Buck’s hair, tugging a little. 

Fuck, he was getting hard again.

“That eager, are we?” 

Oh, screw his boyfriend for still managing to wreck Buck while looking just as wrecked himself. Buck wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. He looked down at his boyfriend’s dick. More thoughts about the taste of it in his mouth, the weight, the warmth of it flooded his mind. 

Was he drooling? God, he was probably drooling. 

He swallowed before looking back up at Tommy. The older man’s eyes were open, gazing down with a certain softness and the hand in his hair had moved from tugging to stroking. There was something in the actions that read as gentle and assuring. Buck gave his boyfriend a soft smile before opening his mouth and leaning in. 

The sensation was weird, at first, it was too much too fast. The salty taste of sweat and precum, the heavy weight hot on his tongue, the feel of skin in his mouth. He squirmed as his own cock twitched against his soiled boxers. He took it all in, letting his tongue run over what he could, the only goal in mind became tasting every square inch of his boyfriend’s cock. His hand had moved towards the base, giving little thrusts here and there. Similar to a handjob, he may have never given one, but he received enough that he knew what felt good. 

Tommy was letting out little strings of hushed hums and gasps. A small “Fuck, Evan” would sometimes slip past the older’s lips. It just encouraged Buck to take more of Tommy into his mouth. Buck’s spit was mixing with Tommy’s precum, making it for his hand to glide up and down what he couldn’t fit. 

It was sloppy and gross and if Buck wasn’t drooling before, he’s sure that he was now. In fact, he could feel it escaping the corners of his lips and starting to run down his chin. Add that to Tommy’s hand in his hair, giving slight tugs on the short strands, and Buck was starting to get the term ���cock drunk.” 

He worked the hand on Tommy’s shaft, moving with his mouth and twisting his wrist to get the right angle. He was trying to take more and more, learning pretty quickly that he needed to breathe his nose if he wanted anymore. The dragging of Tommy’s cock against his tongue made him want to test more so he started swirling his tongue around what he could. His actions were fast and frenzied, the goal changing to how much more of the older man could get a taste of. He was getting so caught up in the moment he felt like he was floating. Tommy’s tugs on his hair were keeping grounded until his boyfriend thrusted his hips, pushing his cock further into Buck’s mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He gagged and Tommy quickly pulled him off.

If this was anyone else, Buck might’ve been okay with stopping there. But this wasn’t anyone else, this was Tommy. He may have just gotten done sputtering in an attempt to catch his breath, but he had decided that he needed to be choking on his boyfriend’s dick once more. He recovered fast, moving his hand back to the shaft before trying to find back that rhythm. 

“Evan.” Slipped past Tommy’s lips.

Buck pulled his gaze away from the sight in front of him and looked up at the other. Tommy was wrecked. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his hair was tousled from smacking back against the shelves. Buck watched as his older’s eye bore into his, searching.

Buck gave a soft smile that was turning into a smirk to Tommy as a response. His hand on the shaft had started to pick up pace, and he was using his other to help push the flushed head of boyfriend’s cock past his lips.

“Alright. Okay, then.” It was whispered that Tommy seemed to whisper to himself more than to Buck. 

Regardless, the younger one hummed in response. Tommy let out another groan.

Buck returned his focus to the cock in front of him. He was more confident this time, going in with the pride of taking his older and suave boyfriend apart. It took seemingly almost nothing to work the other back to a mess. The next time Buck looked up Tommy had a hand over his mouth, biting down on it to muffle his sounds and his eyes were closed tight. His hips were moving on their own, driving Buck crazy.

He could feel himself getting hard again. Only adding to the previous mess in his sweats. Tommy’s thrust had picked up some, the hand in Buck’s hair focusing on holding his head in place as the older fucked into him. The hold was firm but gentle. If it really was too much for the younger he could pull away and Tommy would easily let him go. But that’s not what not Buck wanted. No. What he wanted was to feel his boyfriend’s fuck his throat, his usual composure wavering as he worked himself towards an orgasm. He wanted to taste his boyfriend’s cum, swallow what he could and let the rest of it mix with the soot that was surely enveloping his face. 

“Jesus. Fuck, Evan.” Tommy mumbled as he tried to pull back. He was close and Buck wasn’t about to let him go now.

He protested with his own groans and whines. Shuffling closer to the older man to try to keep the cock in his mouth. He looked up at Tommy, trying to convey through a look that he wanted this, craved this.

“Baby.” He took in a breath. “Are you sure?”

Buck nodded the best could in response and that was all Tommy needed. His thrusts were sloppy as he chased his finish. Buck was taking all of it like a champ. Tommy came with a muffled groan, spilling down his boyfriend’s throat. 

Buck swallowed what he could. The feeling of hot cum, Tommy’s hot cum filling his mouth was one that he wanted to savor. Some of it was spilling out the corners of his mouth, mixing with mess from earlier. He licked and swallowed and gagged until Tommy pulled him off with a pop. Buck protested with a whine, wanting and wishing for more. Tommy was above him, panting, but he was looking down at the younger with a certain fondness. The hand that was in Buck’s hair trailed down his face again, stopping at his lips and chin. Tommy’s thumb swiped across both, collecting the cum and spit that had escaped, before pressing the digit to Buck’s mouth. He took it with glee, sucking off and swallowing the mess before pulling away with another obscene pop.

“You are something else, kid.” Tommy said. He was stroking the same thumb over Buck’s cheek. 

The moment was quickly ruined with the sound of footsteps coming closer. Suddenly it dawned on them where they were. 

A hospital.

Maddie’s wedding. 

A supply closet.

Buck moved to stand up, but Tommy’s hand kept him pushed down. His boyfriend looked down at him, shaking his head and keeping a finger pressed to his lips. They waited for the footsteps to pass and then some. Both let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. Buck moved to his feet and Tommy pulled him into a kiss. They pulled apart with a chuckle.

“What am I going to do with you, Evan?” 

“Hm. How about you take me home?”

“After we go say hi to everyone.” Tommy pressed their foreheads together and ran his fingers down Buck’s cheek to his chin. Only to tilt Buck’s head back up for another kiss.

And Buck thought he just might hold him to that.

[gay-barbarian]

All the Way Home I'll Be Warm

Mercy bring Swan to an ice rink to teach her how to ice skate. Just fluff!

You can also read it on Ao3

“It’s really not that scary” Mercy giggled as Swan was holding on to her arm like her life depended on it. 

“Maybe for you. I never did this before, what if I fall?” Swan hissed under her breath trying to keep her anxiety in check. They were at the edge of a packed ice rink, rented ice skates on their feet. It was sunny outside and not that cold for a winter day, the perfect day to spend outside.

A week ago, Swan had made the mistake of mentioning she never learned how to ice skate in front of her girlfriend. Mercy had instantaneously looked at her with the biggest smile and stars in her eyes. She took Swan’s hands in hers and eagerly asked “Can I teach you?”. Swan would do anything to make Mercy happy, so she agreed, hoping they would actually never have time to go. That morning, knowing they both had the day off, Mercy had slipped out of bed and prepared each of them a hot drink, hot cocoa for herself and tea for Swan, in travel cups before coming back to the bedroom to wake Swan up. 

“Good morning baby” Mercy whispered, peppering the warchief’s face with light kisses. “It’s time to wake up.” She added in a peppy voice. 

“I thought we could sleep in today,” Swan grumbled, still half-asleep leaning into Mercy’s touches.

“We could, but I have plans for us, so get your ass up” Mercy announced before going to open the curtains, letting the sun come in the small window of their bedroom. Swan whined and buried her face in Mercy’s pillow, making her laugh. “Five more minutes” the second-in-command pleaded, her voice muffled.

“Nope” Mercy made the p pop and swiftly removed the blankets from Swan’s body. Swan sat up and looked at her girlfriend, annoyed “Mercy!” The tone of her voice would have been threatening for almost anyone else but Mercy just found it cute. The bed hair and sleepy eyes didn't help her look menacing at all. 

“Swan” Mercy copied her tone with a smile as Swan glared at her unamused. She pecked Swan’s lips and headed for the door “Make sure you’re putting on warm clothes, we’re going outside. Love you!”.

“Love you too” Swan muttered, letting herself fall down on the mattress with a sigh. 

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One train ride later, they arrived at their destination. Mercy immediately headed to the little temporary wood cabin not far from the rink that seemingly rented what they needed. Swan watched her go, taking a sip of her tea that had been infused way too long. She took a mental note to write down the infusion time required for every different tea she had. She wasn’t a fan of the idea of putting sharp blades on her feet to slip around on frozen water, but she couldn’t refuse anything that would make Mercy happy. And judging by the big smile Mercy had plastered on her face as she came back with two pairs of ice skates, that whole outing was making her happy. Swan took another sip of her drink, trying not to grimace at the bitter taste, and met Mercy halfway. 

Looking at the intricate lace situation on the skates Swan asked deadpan “How am I supposed to put that on?” 

“You let me help you,” Mercy answered, her smile not flattering for a second, “go sit there, I’ll show you how it’s done”. She pointed at an empty bench a bit farther away from the crowd. 

Right as Swan was seated, Mercy kneeled in front of her to take off her shoes. “You know I can do that part myself, right?” Swan asked with a cocked eyebrow and a tiny smirk.

“Too late, I’m doing it” Mercy replied, joyous, as she swapped Swan’s boots for a pair of ice skates and started to tighten the laces starting at the bottom. Swan took a gulp of her tea, trying to hide her blush of embarrassment from watching Mercy help her like she was a little kid.

Just before tying the lace, Mercy asked “How does it feel? Not too tight?”.

Looking into Mercy’s eyes, Swan answered with a soft smile “It’s perfect”. Mercy smiled back and quickly finished tying up Swan’s skate before putting hers on. When she was done, she carefully stood up and offered Swan a hand. Swan put down her travel cup and took her hand, slowly standing up. She was pretty stable in the snow, but she still leaned heavily into Mercy, in part to make sure she wouldn't fall and in part to just be close to her girlfriend. Mercy wasn’t going to complain.

Once they arrived at the edge of the rink, Swan put one foot on the ice checking how slippery it would be, still grabbing into Mercy’s arm. The second her test was done, she brought her foot back into the snow letting out a tiny “nope not doing that”.

“It’s really not that scary”

“Maybe for you. I never did this before, what if I fall?”

“You will, but I’ll be here to catch you. Now stop being a baby and come with me” Mercy told Swan with a comforting smile while stepping on the ice, having a great control on what she was doing. 

Swan took a deep breath and followed Mercy that was pulling a little on her hand. As soon as both her feet were on the ice she stumbled over and fell into Mercy’s arm that was waiting for her. “See? I told you I’ll catch you” Mercy laughed.

Swan wanted to give up right there and then, she didn’t particularly like being the only adult falling down, hell even the kids around them were better at this than her. She watched her girlfriend with a stern look  “If you’re going to laugh at me I’d rather we go back home than be humiliated”. Maybe she was being a big baby, but she didn’t really care. Swan hated being bad at things. 

Mercy’s laugh died down rather quickly when she saw Swan wasn’t joking. She helped Swan get more stable, putting one hand on her waist and the other on her face to make her look into her eyes. “I’m sorry honey, I’m not trying to make fun of you. We’re here to help you learn so no more laughs from me from now on!” Mercy declared with an encouraging smile. Swan nodded silently, still a little embarrassed. Mercy pulled away and offered her arm once more before ordering her girlfriend to take it. 

“I’ll make you fall,” Swan said, taking her arm anyway.

“I’ve already fallen for you, baby, since the first time I saw you” Mercy couldn’t stop herself from teasing with a big smile.

“That’s not what I meant,” Swan grumbled, barely hiding her smile. 

They spent the next twenty minutes skating, mostly falling, around until Swan felt confident enough to let go of Mercy’s arm. One foot in front of the other, she started gliding, gaining more speed with each stroke. She turned her head around to smile at Mercy, until she realised she had no clue how to stop other than dropping herself on the floor. Mercy pointed to the side of the rink, trying to tell her to use it to stop and watched as a panicked Swan hit the sides at full force without reducing her speed. Mercy winced as she heard a loud “Huff” coming from her girlfriend and went as fast as possible to her side. 

“Swan, I’m so sorry you’re okay? You didn’t hit your head? Didn’t break any bones? How many fingers do I have?” Mercy asked rapidly, holding three fingers in front of Swan’s face before Swan could even get fully up, still sitting on the cold ice. 

Swan took her hand in hers and pulled herself up. “I’m okay, just think I had enough ice skating for the rest of the year”.

They made their way back to the train station, Mercy apologizing profusely and fuzing over Swan. As they sat down side by side in the train taking them home, Swan took Mercy’s hand in hers stroking them lightly with her thumbs “Mercy, I told you I’m fine. Don’t worry about it”. 

Mercy frowned and looked down, “You know I can’t do that. Stop worrying about you I mean. I wanted you to have fun today and instead you got hurt and had an awful time. I shouldn't have made you come here…”

Swan freed one of her hands to raise Mercy’s chin up, forcing her to look at her “I had fun, love. It was a very good idea. I could have done without the end but for the most part I had fun. Plus you were there with me all the way, it’s hard to have an awful time in those circumstances.” 

Mercy searched Swan’s eyes for any trace of lying and seemed satisfied when she couldn’t find any. “You’re pretty sappy for a stoic war chief y’know?” She said with a teasing smile. Swan smiled back before replying with a playful “shut up”. Mercy's eyes fell on Swan’s lips before going back to her eyes. “Make me”. 

Swan laughed and kissed her girlfriend on the train bringing them home.

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The Definitive Best Episodes of DnDads

What do I mean by best? These are the episodes that have so many good emotional/hilarious beats that it’s hard to pick out any single moment in it. Every second is iconic. They are in chronological order, but they coincidentally also build from least iconic to most iconic. Spoilers, obviously.

Season 1, Ep. 44: Deck Picks

I think about this episode so much. The literal terror in the air from every which way. The jokes about this being the last episode. Ron literally getting punted out of the story forever. Mr. Moustache weighing the options of getting back his only friend ever or the person he used to be, then completely unrepentantly choosing Scam Likely. Scam Likely then IMMEDIATELY becoming Well Actually. Henry just casually getting a card that makes Lark hate him, literally setting up the ENTIRETY of season 2. Glenn picking a fight with a literal squirrel. Glenn winning AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. Glen losing. So. Hard. It’s the ultimate karma episode. Every moment feels predestined. There is nothing that makes a story better than complete and utter chance.

Season 1, Ep. 55: Mark! A Vagrant

Just conceptually, this episode is absolutely perfect. Bringing Ashly in to add to the utter chaos of the Jodie/Glenn dynamic was the PERFECT CHOICE. You have Goliath!Darryl having an identity crisis in the background. You have Will playing Jezball. You have Ashly and Anthony whipping out every embarrassing childhood memory they can think of. And of course, the crème de la crème, you have Glenn and Jodie fighting so hard to get the last word that they can’t even finish the goddamn fight. I swear to god I think about that shit every day.

Season 1, Ep. 56: SWAP (SWitched Ass Papas)

I mean. It’s a body swap episode. Of course I’m going to love it. Everyone’s interpretations of each others characters are so fucking perfect. Will!Ron looking to Beth!Darryl for advice on how to be a better Ron?? Immaculate, no notes. Beth!Darryl being fully just handshake and Catholicism? Hilarious. Matt!Henry basically just having a panic attack the whole time? 10000% accurate. Jimmy!Glenn and Freddie!Jodie sniping at each other every 5 seconds? I love it. One of my fave Beth May lines of all time: “I see the dramatic irony and I stick out my hand and say ‘Hi, I’m Darryl Wilson.’”

And THEN the conversation between Jodie and Dee Snyder. The call from Morgan that Jimmy!Glenn picks up and the pain of Glenn hearing his dead wife alive and well but no longer his wife. All of reality crashing down around these two men. A perfect blend of sad and utterly hilarious.

Season 1, Ep. 61: Death of a Salesman

Ron Stampler my absolute beloved. This is the only episode on this list that isn’t really funny and that’s because Beth May and Anthony Burch can tell a story like no one else oh my god. Going through Ron’s memories to find his anchor was such a clutch move. Starting off with something simple like Willie pushing him into the pool to teach him how to swim. Going on to Ron trying to cook dinner by himself. Then finally doing something good, something that made him worthwhile, only for Willie to walk in the second there’s an accident. Having to give up his dog. And finally, the fishing trip. Older Ron watching his younger self sadly, trying to prod him to do what Willie wants him to do, to not be a fuck-up, even though everyone else can see that it’s not his fault at all. Glenn going back to punch his principal. Finding the anchor in the fishhook, the thing Willie told him was special, that led Willie to trying to kill Ron, falling and dying in the process. It’s so fucking poetic and it makes me cry every time and everything about it is so well done. I could write essays about this episode.

Season 2, Ep. 34: Finding Tori

This is the episode I come back to if I need something to listen to because there’s no slow moment in this episode. It’s bit after bit after bit and I just cackle my way through it. I’m just gonna have to go chronologically through it.

First, the tight fives. Linc earnestly sitting down and over-explaining his favourite funny movie for 5 minutes is actually the most realistic thing I’ve ever seen. Taylor as Austin Powers doing anime themed stand-up to an utterly unimpressed Tori. Will being so fucking mad that he doesn’t get to be Austin Powers. Beth completely misunderstanding the assignment and doing 5 minutes of Napoleon Dynamite standup that’s 90% sexist jokes and 10% “wanna hear my Goofy impression? Gorsh.” Normal getting flustered and just completely ruining his chances with Hermie, who just fully to his face goes “you never loved me.” Anthony putting on full Joker makeup and delivering the BEST Gotham stand up the world has to offer. Tori just completely ripping each of them to shreds. Hermie’s “oh that’s ok I’ll kill myself.”

And like. That feels like a whole episode right? BUT NO. SCAM LIKELY JUST THROWS THEM INTO SPACE WITH A LIMBLESS NICHOLAS.

And now we have such bangers as Scary going insane! The wildest plans you’ve ever heard! ALL OF THE TEENS GETTING MARRIED SO THAT THEY BECOME ONE SOUL AND CAN USE BANISHMENT. The second they go to space it’s just a complete scramble to find a mechanic they could possibly use to get out of this. It’s truly DnD to its MAX, using the tools available to you to think outside the box.

Season 2, Episode 35: Apollo Four Teens

This episode, man. It almost feels like a completely different genre. I literally can’t pick a favourite part.

I mean you have them being forced to navigate their CANONIZED AND LEGAL POLYCULE. Anthony sending them back into space for 12 hours every time they try and say that their marriage isn’t real is maybe my favourite bit of DMing ever. Linc dealing with the episode 2 trauma of having a whole other life with a whole other wife who told him that she never wanted him to remarry???? Literally Matt is the king of random bits of lore that are brought up and resolved within 5 minutes I love it. Terry calling her mom to tell her she’s married is so fucking funny, I love Terry Marlowe. All the conversations about what pet names to call each other and the logistics of potentially opening up their relationship?? I love these guys being forced to seriously handle the consequences of their bullshit, it’s actually beautiful.

And then the fucking love triangle drama?? The Hero/Taylor enemies to lovers suddenly being shattered by Linc just trying his best to wingman for his husband?? Hero forcing Normal into all of this as HER wingman??? Normal pining like crazy over Hermie while Hermie suddenly falls HARD back into his crush on Terry??? And then Hermie offering a thruple to Normal to get him to wingman for HIM??? Peak comedy, someone get Normal therapy, he needs it after this shit.

And then you’ve got their plan to get Red Bull to sponsor them. Fucking insane plan to start with, and then they almost fuck it up just by literally doing the lamest stunts possible. I just can’t these teens are so stupid I love them so much.

Season 2, Ep. 37: Cut My Life into Pizzas

Ok. This is my favorite episode of DnDads. Hard stop. No other thoughts behind it. And that’s because it makes me laugh, it makes me cry, it makes me scream. It’s perfect.

First off, the All Star parody. Why did they do that to me. My heart simply cannot take it.

And then you have Terry freaking out, trying to find a way to fix the problem, putting on the hat just to get it out of the way, having all the memories flood back in. And Scary just can’t process what happened. And you get to see in real time as Scary realises that Willie doesn’t actually give a shit about her. And she decides that she CAN’T lose her stepdad. And you get to see in real time as Scary tries to fight back only to find that she’s given all her power to a man that wants to use her as a telephone. And you watch her lose all hope. She leaves her friends. She leaves her stepdad. She joins the kiddads and goes to help them get the final anchor.

The final anchor, which is the garlic knot heart of a pizza king. And it’s that kind of crazy ass piece of this world that makes DnDads the funniest fucking podcast out there. You will never make me laugh as hard as when I’m about to start crying.

And then you have the whole battle of Linc, Taylor, and Normal trying to get up the tower. Linc and Taylor becoming a fighting machine. The absolute insanity of Linc using Taylor’s toes a la ratatouille??? And of course, completely leaving Normal behind, causing Normal to officially snap: “LOOKS LIKE EVERYONE’S FALLING IN LOVE EXCEPT ME.” Deeply hilarious, and also deeply tragic in such a small and painfully familiar way. Meanwhile Scary is trying to find consolation in Sparrow’s stories about Terry Jr. and just feeling worse and worse. The👏emotional 👏turmoil👏

And then they get to the top and it’s a fucking meat door labelled vegans only. Anthony you motherfucker. And Scary just teleports in and rips that man’s heart out and offers it to anyone who can revive her stepdad. And she just completely shuts down when everyone says they can’t because she’ll never get to tell him what he meant to her.

And THEN, AS IF I’M NOT CRYING ENOUGH ALREADY, Linc confronts Grant. This kid who IDOLIZES his dads has to confront his dad and say “you’re doing the wrong thing. You had a choice and you chose wrong. And I can’t forgive you for that.” Grant trying so hard to explain to Linc that he can’t change who he is, only for Linc to say “well you knew you were messed up and you still chose to raise me. You chose to put all this onto me one day.” Jesus Christ. I need a character study on the Wilson’s. They hurt me. So bad.

Honorable Mention: 3.6 A Car is Born

An episode so fucking insane that the least memorable part is Francis getting a FUCKING GUN. The Tony Collette backstory. The moth Jesus. Dewar. I can’t with these idiots

[simonesleftarm]

TCM Ship Week :) @maskemasker

Day 1 Prompt: Clothes Swap

Ship: Lefty Enright and Drayton Sawyer

Shitty Moodboard I made LOL⬆️

Notes: Hey this is my first time participating in an event so I’m kinda excited! Btw, this takes place in the 50s, Drayton and Lefty are younger and recently married, the younger Sawyer boys are kids. Yes gay marriage is legal in the 50s because I fucking said so

"Boys, calm down!"

Drayton managed to catch both of the boys with his two, outstretched arms. He lifted them up to his chest, still squirming and giggling like piranhas. The boys getting older meant they weighted much heavier by the day.

"Aww, Dray. Let the boys play around." Lefty reached his arms over and took the huge load off his husband's arms.

Drayton rolled his eyes, one thing his husband will always be is his younger brothers' protectors, he said that in their vows.

"Y-Yeah!" Nubs yelled. "Uncle Lefty said so!"

The two adults laughed at that, Lefty getting slightly shy at the name. Drayton then reached over and picked up his youngest brother from the bed.

"See, Lefty. This one's more calm."

"He's asleep half the time!"

"Oh shut up!"

Lefty finally put the twins down on the floor, Drayton coming closer and handing Bubba to Bobby.

"You come to my brothers' defensive more then you come to mine, old man." Drayton teased.

"Well, nobody attacks you like how you attack them! Uncle Lefty needs to come to the rescue."

Drayton gave him a gentle slap across the face, causing him and his brothers to start laughing. Lefty wasn't so happy at being laughed at(he was very happy to play along actually) so he went down and picked up his husband, wrapping his arms around the back of his knees and lifting him over his shoulder.

If there was anything that made Drayton blush a dark red, was his husband showing him how strong he is.

This time, the boys and Lefty began laughing even harder. Drayton blushed more with embarrassment as he looked over as his husband.

"Oh put me down, ya' lard cake!"

The boys clearly thought that name was hilarious, watching as Lefty put their older brother back down on the floor. Once on the ground, Drayton got annoyed by how his brothers and Lefty kept laughing at him, so he wrapped his arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss.

That shut Lefty up real quick as he sunk into the kiss. And also shut up the boys, as they began "gagging" and making fake throwing up noises.

"Gross!"

The adults turned around and began laughing once again. Drayton then leaned down and ushered the boys out of their room.

"Now leave me and Uncle Lefty alone, we have grown-up business to do. And clean yer' room!"

"Don't keep kissing!" Bobby yelled as they walked out of the room. Bubba waving his little hand at them, head still on Bobby’s shoulder.

"No kissing! I swear!"

Once the boys left, and the door was closed behind them, he immediately disregarded his words by giving him another deep kiss.

"Kinda mean to lie to your brothers, ain't it Drayton?" He whispered in between kisses.

"Oh be quiet."

After giving him some more smooches, Drayton pulled away, still keeping his body intertwined with his.

"Do you have to leave?"

Lefty sighed, his trip coming back into his mind.

"It's only for a week, darling. You know how the cops are around here. I'll make sure they don't get near our family, I promise."

Drayton rested his chin on his chest, looking up, then smiling. "Our family. I like that."

Lefty sighed happily once his husband gave him another kiss. They stayed put for a couple seconds, before Drayton gently pulled and placed his head on his neck.

"I just wish I could cut somethin' off ya' to keep me warm at night."

Lefty chuckled, sniffing his shampoo in his neck. He felt Drayton grip his shirt, so tight that he began worrying if his long nails will poke through it, like he had done multiple times. And then he got an idea.

"What if we switch clothes?" He asked, pulling away to face him.

“Why?”

“So I can take one of her’ outfits and you can keep one of mine. Makes me feel close to ya’.”

Drayton raised his eyebrow. "Won't mine be tight on you? And yers' big on me?"

"You ain't that small, darling. You've been putting on some weight since our wedding."

"You asshole!"

"Oh I'm kidding." He giggled again, then pecked at his lips as a sorry.

Drayton tried to remain stern, but he couldn't help the tickles on his lips.

"Oh okay, give me yer' clothes."

Lefty got excited, he let go, walking to his dresser and picking out an outfit for his husband. He dug through the clothes, taking a minute or two before he finally found something that will look good on him. It was simple enough, plaid shirt and some old pants. He picked out one of his nice belts for him, as well as a nice hat.

Turning around, he saw Drayton had walked to his side of the bed to his dresser in those two minutes, and had picked out some of his own clothes for him. One of Lefty's favorite long sleeve shirts and work pants. And an apron. 

"I like that shirt." Lefty said.

Drayton turned around and looked at the clothes Lefty had in his arms. "I like that belt."

He giggled excitedly as Drayton walked over to his side, even more when he handed him his outfit. Drayton looked over at the clothes in his hands.  Lefty looked down at his clothes and picked up his apron. 

"I gave ya' this one." Lefty realized.

"That's why I like it so much."

Lefty still got a little shy when Drayton undressed in front of him. But Drayton got used to it the first year they started dating. He guesses he can't keep getting his cheeks flushed every time, they're married now.

But he got even redder once Drayton had the clothes on. He looked very handsome if Lefty said so himself. He had rolled the shirt sleeves up, landing just a little over his wrists. He was tightening the belt as far as he could, the cowboy hat on his head and close to falling off.

He began to laugh.

Drayton raised his head to look. "What?"

Lefty got red again once he realized he was still shirtless. He quickly grabbed the shirt Drayton gave him and began to put his hands through it.

"You look cute."

Drayton gave a shy grin as he watched Lefty button up the shirt. "You look cute too."

"Thank you darling."

Drayton straighted his back, looking on as he put the apron over his head. He pulled the strings back and tried to tie a knot, but given how he had no idea how to tie one even if he was looking, he looked at his husband for help.

He didn't have to ask, Drayton knew. He chuckled and turned him around, tying the knot in a matter of seconds.

"You're fucking hilarious." He said in between his laughs.

After he was done, Lefty turned around and lifted his arms and leg up to model himself.

"How do I look?"

"Very handsome." Drayton's cheeks were reddening, he really did look handsome. "What about me?"

"Handsome as well."

He reached his hands down and gripped his waist, looking happily at that nice belt.

"I'm gonna miss you."

Lefty looked up at the sudden sentence.

"Seriously, your cologne seeps into everything."

Lefty giggled at that, but he felt a bit shy once he remembered Drayton's previous sentence.

"I'll miss ya' too. But yer' clothes will keep me with ya'."

Drayton smiled gently at the compliment. It felt like a second hug from Lefty, by wearing his bigger clothes and his nice hat.

"Just don't be gone for too long, I might actually have to cut off a piece of ya'!"

They both laughed, and shared yet another hug, smelling themselves on each other.

[internals1ut]

Ok, second one. Leo and Subaru swapped body's after a mission or accident. Subaru is freaking out while Leo is pissed to be in someone's else's body... And it's Subarus of all people! But it stays for only a day! They make a deal not to tell anyone, just get the they over in each other's body's (hehe... In each other hehe) even tho we all know Leo would just use it to get some infos about Subaru lmao. Anyway! Since Subaru is in Leo's body, he has to hang around Sho a lot, who is unaware of the whole body swap thing, talking to Leo (Subaru) like he normally would. Now what if Subaru somehow finds out that way that Sho has a crush on him? Like Sho just accidentally spilling it to "Leo" (cough Subaru cough) or because Subaru can still use his stigma even in Leo's body, however you think about how. But just finding out that the guy he likes likes him like that too! Maybe even that he plans to ask him out! Sho would be confused why Leo would be a flustered confused mess (poor Subaru, he would be nervous for the rest of the day). And when he thinks that nothing can destroy that good day then Subaru is wrong! Cause now imagine he gets a text from Haku, who doesn't know about the whole body swap either, asking Leo to fuck tonight again. The pure Shock of disbelief.So that's where his vice-captain would always snuck of too or hide from him!!! It would be even worse for him if Haku would get super Touchy with Leo (subaru) or flirting with him when no one is around. That's something he never wanted to know and will try to forget as fast as possible... He probably can't look at either Sho, Haku or Leo for a few days after everything is back to normal lol

~🐓💍

This is actually really funny to think about for three longest time.

I can see Subaru trying so hard to act like Leo because of the body switch and they have an agreement to make sure no one finds out

But he probably slips when Sho mentions he has a crush on him to Leo ( Suba being in Leo's body) and he has to act like he wouldn't know and then when. haku texts Leo ( Suba still being in Leo's body) he will say like "oh I am sick so I can't today". So he goes to lay in Leo's best to hide away, but then HAKU SHOWS UP AND TAKES CARE OF " LEO" poor Subaru can't handle this side of HAKU anymore.

Leo on the other hand is trying to find out Subaru's secret. And if he finds nothing he will just do things in Subaru's body so when he goes back he would embarrassed him.

However, he will have LOTS of questions about why Haku was in his bed when they switch back

[tickletastic]

Please, Call Zatanna

Fandom: DC

Ship: Mentioned Birdflash (haven't said this on my previous DC fics, but batcest shippers, please DNI)

Summary: If Dick had a nickel for each time he woke up in Jason's body, he'd have two nickels. At least this time he can take advantage of it.

Strangely, it’s not the first time that Dick has woken up in someone else’s body. Or the second, even. The first time was after a weird mission with the Titans, and he woke up in Bart’s body, buzzing like he was going to die if he didn’t move, starving like he hadn’t eaten in months. The second time, he woke up in Jason’s body, a familiar redhead in the bed next to him, a small child cuddled between him and Roy. He had jolted like he was electrocuted and stumbled to the manor while Lian and Roy still laid peacefully in bed. It was, without a doubt, not the highest on the list of ways that Jason would have liked to come out to his family, but none of them had made a big deal of it. 

That’s all to say that, while nobody expects to wake up in another person’s body, Dick weirdly recognizes the weight he wakes up with, has a muscle memory of throwing the weight around the last time he and Jason ended up in this situation. Last time, Jason’s body had been sore, bruised ribs and two fractured fingers that he hadn’t bothered to mention to anyone. This time, he feels pretty alright other than the ebb of exhaustion encroaching on his alertness, and the dizziness that could likely be contributed to missing a round of meds the previous night. 

He can hear a groan from somewhere down the hall, the clattering of stuff falling to the floor, and predictably, Dick’s own body is dashing through the door. Jason looks beyond fed up, and the only relief is that he hadn’t gone home to Roy and Lian the night before, and that he had somehow, for the second time, avoided Roy seeing him in this embarrassing ass situation. Jason rolls his eyes with a grunt before glaring daggers towards Dick, “what the fuck did you do this time?”

“Me?” Dick gasps, offended, but unsurprised. He has been known to piss off a magician or two from time to time. “It was your fault last time!”

“Was not! How was I even supposed to know there was a witch in Gotham? She wasn’t fuckin’ around in crime alley, I never encounter the weird shit that you and Bruce do!” 

“Master Jason,” a voice says from the hall, Alfred clearing his throat, “language, please.”

“Sorry, Alfie,” Jason sighs, looking down at his hands. 

“Wait,” Dick says, tilting his head to one side, dark brows furrowed, “how’d you know that’s Jason?”

“Consider it an old man’s intuition,” Alfred looks between the two of them, partially flabbergasted that Dick’s body is wearing an expression so vividly Jason, and Jason’s body is wearing one that’s so vividly Dick. “Though I was unaware we were dealing with another magic incident.” 

“We were unaware too,” Dick groans, “I want out of this bulldozer.” Dick makes for the door, grabbing Jason and dragging him non-committedly behind him. They’ll have to call Zatanna again like the last time, and Dick is praying she’s not off-world again. He doesn’t love having to call one of his ex-girlfriends to get him out of embarrassing, avoidable situations, but it could’ve been worse, Wally had begged Dick to stay the night last night, and Dick is suddenly very glad he had said no. 

Jason rolls his eyes, following behind Dick, not making much of an effort to actually walk, “don’t talk about my hard-earned muscle like that.”

When Jason stops in the kitchen, claiming he’s hungry and his pit-stop is Alfred-approved, Dick paces the hall anxiously, hearing constant, numb buzzing in his mind. He remembers the noise from their last body-swap, remembers having to fight off a green haze that nobody else could see. Jason grins when he peeks his head into the hall, but it seems he hasn’t even realized that he’s not hearing the buzz, as if he’s the same with it or without it.  “Chill, dickface. Can you like, eat an egg or something? My body needs protein.”

Dick glares in Jason’s direction, and it almost startles Jason how stern his older brother is able to look in a body that’s not his, “I’m sure you’ll last two hours without a protein bar.”

“Says you, you weigh like three pounds,” Jason jabs, walking into the hallway to follow Dick to the cave. 

“I’m lean,” Dick groans, “you try doing a quadruple front flip with the body of a football player. In fact, I’d love to see you try.”

The cave, as usual, is dark and cold, a breeze seeming to come from nowhere at all. Tim is at the table closest to stairs, slumped over his laptop, eyebags deep and drooping. He has a mountain of Monster cans in front of him, and a coffee pot that Dick is certain Bruce swapped for decaf at some point, though it seems it didn’t matter anyways. Dick shoots him a disappointed look, letting out a tired sigh knowing that he’ll probably have to drug Tim’s tea or something to get him to actually sleep. 

Tim looks startled by the expression, a light blush on his cheeks, and Dick is reminded that he’s not in his body, but in Jason’s. Jason shows his affection through playful aggression, he doesn’t have the oldest sibling instinct to be exhausted by Tim’s shenanigans instead of worriedly amused.

“Timmers,” Dick calls, Jason’s timber voice coming out higher, more cheerful, “is B down here?”

Tim’s brow furrows, and he squints at Dick, His glasses sit low on his nose, and he pushes them up closer, but seems no more satisfied, no less confused. “Uh, I think so. He was like,” Tim takes a moment and looks at the time on his phone, “like two hours ago? I don’t remember him leaving I think?”

“Great, thank you, Timmy!” Dick skips deeper into the cave, and Jason has to physically restrain himself from tackling his own body because of how fucking stupid Dick is making it look. 

Bruce doesn’t look as exhausted as Tim, but he’s certainly getting there, slouched over a pile of files, sifting through them lazily and looking between them and his computer screen. He looks infinitely more exhausted when he looks at his eldest sons, putting his head in his hands and lightly pulling at the ends of his hair, “I will contact Zatanna again.”

“Thanks, B!” Dick exclaims, grinning widely. There’s something dopey about the expression being on Jason’s face, but Bruce still has to look away to hide his own grin at seeing a rare smile on Jason’s face. 

Dick turns back around, heading back towards where Tim was sitting, and Jason watches as Dick throws the younger boy over his shoulder, overestimating Tim’s weight, or, more accurately, underestimating his strength, and having to adjust. 

“Jason, what the f-”

“Not Jason!” Dick quips, pretending to drop Tim, “all thanks to some evil witch or warlock out there.” 

“Even worse,” Tim responds, but he hardly struggles when Dick moves to the stairs, intending to get him to finally sleep after who knows how long awake. 

Jason takes the opportunity to move towards the training area, hoping to try out Dick’s escrima sticks in Dick’s own body. He had tried to use them a few times, when he found them lying around or during the odd training session, but he just didn’t have the nimbleness to make them work, it was all about fists when he was fighting. 

He does a few flips, practices throwing himself around like it’s nothing, grabbing onto things he had never been able to jump to, doing tricks he hasn’t done since his Robin days. When Dick comes back, he watches Jason attempt some sort of backflip, one that lands him facedown on the mat. 

Dick rushes over, grabbing one of Jason’s arms and flipping him over on his back, looking unimpressed when Jason groans, a hand finding his face. “You better not have just bruised my body.”

“Bruised? You’ll be fine, dickhead, I’m sure you’re not made of glass,” Jason replies, rolling onto his side. 

“What hurts? Seriously, Jason, if you messed up my body I’m going to break one of your fingers before Zatanna gets here.”

“Chill!” Jason replies, sitting up, criss-cross in a way that makes this feel like he’s in a primary school class, getting chided by a teacher for spoiling To Kill A Mockingbird for the rest of his class.

“You’re impossible,” Dick sighs, reaching down and reaching for Jason’s ribs to make sure he won’t be feeling pain once he’s back in his body. Jason jolts away with an aborted squeak, swatting at Dick’s hand. 

“Fuck off!” Jason shouts, rolling away from Dick, he stops once he feels far enough away and gapes at Dick, “your body is like, crazy ticklish.”

“Oh, shut up,” Dick replies, waiting to plan his attack.

Jason eyes the room’s exits, figuring out which one could get him as far away as possible. Dick just grins, knowing it won’t matter once he catches Jason, knowing there will be no way for him to actually escape. 

Luckily for Dick, he sees Jason looking shiftily towards the back exit, the one that leads from the training room down the hallway to the medbay. Dick jolts forward and narrowly misses Jason as he runs, making it to the hall. Dick rounds the room to another exit, walking briskly down the hall, and he’s soon cutting off Jason’s path, grinning evilly as he watches Jason contemplate his next move. 

“You know what’s about to happen,” Dick says with a light laugh. 

“Can you ever just leave me alone?” Jason grunts, looking around to bolt again, “you’re so annoying.”

“I legally can’t,” Dick responds, and in seconds he’s tackling Jason to the ground, Jason, who had made the mistake of looking back for an escape route, “I’m your favourite big brother, after all.”

Jason is grappling against Dick’s hold, but he knows it’s over when Dick uses his thighs to pin him down, Jason’s current body no match for his actual one when it comes to strength. He doesn’t even know where to protect, other than the vague ideas he has from when Bruce used to tickle Dick, or he and Dick would get into mostly one-sided tickle fights as children. He moves his arms down to protect Dick’s ribs, but he’s not even sure if they’re Dick’s worst spot, and he’s beginning to realize that Dick knows exactly where to tickle, it’s his body, after all. 

Dick grins, lopsided and playful like he always has when he’s messing with his siblings, and he pretends to think, looking at Jason as he gradually grows more anxious. Dick moves his arms down so they rest limply by his sides, and Jason, noticing that the hands are eerily close to his sides, tries to jerk away. Dick grins, teasingly wiggling fingers next to Jason’s stomach, content when Jason starts to squirm. 

“Whahat thehehe fuhuhuck,” Jason giggles, “why ahaham I laahahaughing?”

Dick blushes faintly, shaking his head, “no way, is this bothering you?”

Jason shakes his head, brows furrowed, “it’s yohohour fuckin’ bohohody, why ihihis thihis getting me?”

“It’s the anticipation,” Dick explains, frustratingly level and calm, despite the pink blush on his cheeks, “I guess my body doesn’t like it.” 

“Yohohou’re tehehlling meHEHE,” Jason shrieks as Dick’s hands finally truly descend, fingers spidering over Jason’s tummy, “DiHIHICK! Stahahp ihihit!” 

“Nope, I’m taking full advantage of this situation, I never tickle you anymore.”

“Behehecause I’d kihihill yohohou!” Jason squeals, hands firmly on Dick’s wrists, not doing enough to push his hands away. Jason doesn’t know enough to predict that Dick is going to go for the sensitive spot between his belly button and left hip bone, but he’s suddenly arching his back, gasping and squealing as he tries to figure out some sort of strategy to defend this body he knows nothing about. 

“Hmm, where should I try next?” Dick thinks out loud, examining Jason’s red face, the smile up to his ears, he shakes his head when Jason insists that he try nowhere, and settles for a spot that will make Jason snort, “you know, I’m pretty bad on my ribs.”

Dick’s fingers wiggle upwards and drill into each rib, and Jason flops between arching his back and falling flat, “Plehehease! Yohohou- yohohu’re stuhuhupidly tihihicklish!”

Dick blushes, but he doesn’t bother denying it, he’s very acquainted with it, “alright, but right now it’s you that’s stupidly ticklish.” 

Dick does a motion that’s something between pinching and spidering on a middle rib, and Jason snorts before falling into hysterical giggles, throwing his head back. When he does the same to the top rib on both sides, Jason shrieks, trying to clamp his arms to his sides. Jason’s face is progressively growing redder and redder, and he can’t seem to figure out a way to predict where Dick will go next, entirely unaware of how ticklish Dick’s body is and where. 

Dick’s tries to put his hands under Jason’s arms, but is unable to because of how strongly Jason’s arms are clamped down at his sides. “Alright, well, you asked for this.”

Dick’s fingers fly down to Jason’s thighs, skittering between his mid thighs and hipbones, and Jason screams, bucking violently, flinging his arms instead of strategizing. “FUHUHUCK- N- DIHIHICK, PLEHEHEASE!”

“I think you can take a little more,” Dick laughs, shaking his head, “I have pretty decent lung capacity.”

Jason has felt Dick tickle him to pieces before, he knows that Dick’s skilled in tickling younger siblings to pieces, tickling all the back-talk and sarcasm and bad moods out of them. He himself has been tickled to tears at the hands of Dick. But this? Jason has never felt so thoroughly tickled before in his entire life. Every spot, every tactic, completely taking him apart. 

When Dick pinches above Jason’s knee, scratching underneath it every few seconds, erratic and unpredictable, Jason’s done for. He descends into wheezy, silent laughter, his hold loosening on Dick’s wrists. 

Dick relents, pulling his hands away as he watches Jason try to catch his breath, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. He suddenly looks sheepish, looking off towards the door, “you know, I uh- I actually can’t tell your signs when you’re in my body. Did I go too far?”

Jason waves Dick off with a limp hand before covering his face with his arm, “you do that weird half snort half wheeze thing.”

Dick glares, his voice scandalized, “no I don’t!”

“You so do,” Jason responds, reaching a hand up to taser Dick’s bottom rib. 

Dick snorts, rolling off of Jason, “you’re still ticklish? Why didn’t you try to fight me off?”

“One of us has some self-preservation skills, Dickie,” Jason says with a wink, the expression is completely Jason, even though it’s Dick’s face, “you and I are going to have some fun when this is over.”

Dick pales, laughing nervously. “Uh, did you hear that? I think I heard Bruce call me, I’ll- I-” Dick bolts from the room, leaving with a bright blush. 

Jason just laughs, rolling his eyes. Dick might play the role, but he’s not dumb enough to expose every spot, every tactic that makes him a hysterical mess… Unless, of course, he was looking forward to the revenge.

[moonlight-tmd]

How about a Prowlbee pre-relaationship body swap?

Very weird.

The two of them got sent to medbay after the replica of Wasp's machine got into the wrong hands and exploded.

They both woke up around the same time and while Ratchet and the others were trying to ask them questions they made optic contact- there was a single second of silence before both of them screamed, Prowl actually falling off the berth with how much he jumped.

All of them were so confused and alarmed, it wasn't like Prowl to be yelling "WHAT THE FRAG" and panicking while Bee just sat there near-petrified.

"I'm not Bee, he's Bee, I'm Prowl- What happened??" it was not good, this wasn't supposed to happen. While Prowl was somewhat calm in the situation Bee was just freaking out on the floor in Prowl's frame. The situation with Wasp stealing his frame gave him enough trauma and now it happened again! It took them a while before he calmed down.

So yeah, now these two were forced to experience the world thru each other's optics and wait until Ratchet fixes the damn thing to switch them back.

Prowl wasn't very happy about it but he tried to stay positive and take it as a forced team bonding exercise. He could deal with being short and still could do most of what he did- the real issue came to be when he tried driving. Prowl was a two-wheeler his whole life, and 4 wheels who could move independently messed with him a lot more than he expected. He actually had to take driving lessons all over again to adjust. Bee was incredibly versatile and learned to drive and do tricks with the bike alt within a couple of hours. But using each other's weapons was more tricky, Prowl had very good aim so he had no issues using Bee's stingers- however, Bee couldn't fully grasp how to use Prowl's boomerangs. Everytime he threw one it either went straight to the ground or off the course and hit something he shouldn't. even if he successfully threw one he was too scared to reach and grab it when it returned- they spun so fast and he already cut his servo multiple times on them. Luckily Optimus had a spare blaster Bee could hold onto until they fixed the issue.

While he was in Prowl's frame he made sure to remain his obnoxious and loud self as much as possible, Prowl was annoyed that Bee did all the fun stuff Prowl would never touch on his own to annoy him- he felt really embarrassed when Bee actually participated in the karaoke game and sung in the best voice Prowl's voicebox could give- it was quite amazing actually, Prowl himself couldn't believe he could do that. But still, embarrassing. Even more so when Bee pulled him to dance later, he retreated back to his room as soon as he got the chance.

While they were occupying each other's frames they still went into their own rooms, although sometimes they were forced to stay at their respective frame's room to not raise suspicion. Despite the confusion and troubles adjusting to their roles, the real trouble had yet to come. It was two days since the two swapped and Prowl felt iffy, he couldn't quite place what it was but it bothered to the point he couldn't focus on his own thoughts- in fact, there was too many of them. And he could get them to quiet down. He tried to go and do stuff to calm himself but somehow he couldn't move to do it no matter how much he tried. Then cam the guilt, the heavy feeling Prowl was not expecting to be so strong and loud. He found himself laying on Bee's berth, staring at the ceiling as his own thoughts berated him for being useless and being all too loud. Bee found him when he was trying to get something to play games with Sari...

"I'm hungry, my thoughts are too loud, everything is too heavy and I want to cry." He didn't even look at Bee when he asked what's wrong, he was that overwhelmed by his inner workings. It took Bee a moment to realize what was wrong and he immediately reached to his cabinet to retrieve the medication. "Here, take this." Prowl watched him pull few containers from his night stand and offer few pills from them along with some oil in the canister beside the berth. He stayed with Prowl until the meds kicked in.

"It's finally quiet..." Prowl whispered, whatever he took was a miracle and- wait, wasn't this...? "Is this how it was before you got the medication?" Bee rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Well, yeah.." Prowl was quite for a moment, still laying on the berth while Bee sat next to him. After his brief train of thoughts ended he simply but honestly said. "I am sorry for everything I ever said about you." Bee wasn't expecting this but honestly he had to deal with Prowl's diagnosis as well. "It's okay, and hey now I know how it's like to be you so we're even."

By now everyone knew their diagnosis' and learned to deal with them, but it was still off to Prowl- Bee seemed to have much more meds than Ratchet prescribed him, or at least the ones he knew he was prescribed. "Well, there's the ADHD meds, some vitamins, mineral enhancers... and antidepressants. So you don't feel miserable on top of it being loud." Bee spoke in a tone that indicated he didn't wanna drill the topic. While he was diagnosed with ADHD around the same time Prowl got his Autism spectrum test done, there was something more to uncover. They were helping Arcee get back on Cybertron, it was she that noticed the odd behavior in Bee and decided to talk with him. They had a couple of sessions before Acree consulted with Ratchet about her diagnosis and Bee received the antidepressants he desperately needed. No one knew about these except the 3 people involved.

As much as Prowl's processors wanted to dig, to know the reason why Bee struggles he knew Bee wouldn't wanna speak about it. He chose to simple acknowledge it, apologise and be more easy on him.

Neither really thought they would have each other's defects but it should've been obvious considering they all were physical. Although it wasn't only Bee that had the frame impairment, one time Bee was chatting with his friends and wondered why Prowl always wore that visor. Despite Prowl warning him not to he took it off and almost instantly recoiled with his own servo on his face, trying to block the vision. "Dude, what's wrong with your optics? They're more saturated than the watercolor paintings Bulk makes!"

"Optic malfunction, never got it fixed." Prowl simply explained and put the visor back on his frame and told Bee to not take it off again. Prowl's optics were oversaturated and the fixing of the issue would require getting new optic parts and it costed way too much for Prowl, so he opted to get a visor to even it out. It was a fair reason to not take it off again.

The two got along just fine, it was rather nice to know how the other felt like and functioned. Prowl had to admit, he came to like seeing his reflection in the morning, to see Bee smile at him even tho he knew it was just himself. He also wasn't as bothered when Bee did stupid stuff in his frame, Prowl knew he didn't smile a lot and he felt a little guilty about it but somehow seeing Bee smile as his made him feel not as terrible. One time he even caught Bee singing in Prowl's voice. Bee had a little record-studio set up in the corner of his room, the acoustic was great for singing so he sometimes recorded his singing. Prowl peeped into the room and saw Bee singing love songs into a mic while gently playing his guitar. Prowl never sang so it would explain that Bee was just curious but somehow he felt there was something more to it. He never interrupted, just opted to listen for a while before quietly going back to what he was doing before.

When the device was fixed they all prepared for the switch back, there was a momentary hiccup which game the two quite a scare but then the device worked and they were back in their own frames again.

Of course the two made a huge deal about being back to their own bodies, but in reality they were happy to have experienced that incident. It gave them the opportunity to learn and understand one another. Prowl was happy to fall back into his usual rythm and Bee was more than glad to have his awesomeness (although he liked the classy look Prowl had).

And obviously, when Prowl went back to his room to rest he found an envelope with polaroid photos inside. They were all of him in different places around detroit, mostly around parks and the zoo, he had a smile in all of them. Heh, now he knew where Bee disappeared off to sometimes during that. Prowl wasn't the type to take photos so Bee decided to fix that and now Prowl had pictures of all his favorite places and more. Unknown to him, Bee has kept a few copies for himself to hang on his display wall. He'll never get tired of seeing Prowl happy, even if the photo was a little rigged.

[boxheadpaint]

juice induced hill depression. Back on meds again and hopefully going to get in touch with a new psych who can prescribe me something else. Have been very tired and unjoyful the past week but better now and playing modded Skyrim, initially just to make my oc in it but then just kept slamming more thangs in there. Mod that puts bunny rabbits everywhere. Also is there a mod that adds cute animal ears/suits as wearables or one that even makes the girl armor less sucks. Like im either fully leaning into the immersion breaking for self indulgence sake or im getting rid of the annoying shit.

visiting mom in Vegas earlier this month was nice except for the part where I hate Vegas. I know im not great with travel and settling into places can be a tough one for my brain but also my god it’s just evil there. Brilliantly so but still evil. I would have loved to enjoy the scenery surrounding the place more as deserts are just very beautiful and fascinating places but at no point during the day was the temperature less than a full hundred degrees Fahrenheit. It barely dropped during the night either. Between that and varying physical ailments (Oof Ouch My Digestive Sensitivities Lol) (Oof Ouch My Tendons Lol) (Oof Ouch The Agony Caused By Using Stairs Lol) it was the perfect conditions to be a miserable pile when I wanted to be with my family. As sad I was to part ways again I was not sorry to leave that place. Gained a new appreciation for changing up what I eat randomly to keep my body on its toes. At one point mom brought us to a pub and her husband asked for Diet Pepsi while I asked for regular Pepsi. Visually there’s no difference so we got handed the others pepsi and swapped. And then later after he refilled his Diet Pepsi another waiter came up and wordlessly refilled mine as well. With Diet Pepsi. Wasn’t even asked. Fucking stunned. Also went to a near dead mall that was nice anyway

stuck on brain zaps as a symptom of Specifically antidepressants withdrawal. There’s some things describing them as “mini seizures” in function. To me it’s like the body noticing the usual isn’t happening for some reason so it tries to jumpstart the brain into working good like before. universities I can go to with my theories. Back in and at it this week, hopefully to remain consistent for longer than before which will also likely help with the depression and anxiety. More people should just put stuff in their blood if they can

it can be embarrassing to express your misery more clearly to someone, specifying the fact fact thoughts running through your head. But then again it’s only embarrassing because your mind convinced you so, and will convince you that holding it in is also cruel and selfish. Finding it funny that animals probably don’t have as complex spirals and bouts of depression because they dont have a language to articulate to themselves in their own heads that something is awful in a very specific and contradicting way. Or actually no because there is still pattern recognition but that’s more a paranoia learned thing. Is there an animal that can randomly, for seemingly no reason evident to anyone including itself, experience crushing dread and self doubt. Is there an animal that feels shame besides man

had a tilt table test that was embarrassing too but for much more clear concrete reasons. Somehow didn’t know about that second part, and did complain through most of the first part because Oof Ouch Everything Hurts Lol. REALLY did not know the iv thing and had to once again sadly state that no, It has to go in the hand . I will say the experience was funny in the second part from the other ways because my first reaction was literally just “Uh Oh.” The moment I realized it was going to get worse. all I know is my blood pressure stayed consistent throughout, I don’t know what else im gonna hear about it. Hopefully something helpful.

is setting up an ABLE account difficult? Can anybody do it? It’s an issue dealt with by a lot of people but I should at least try to find a way to save money from benefits for the future or in case some stupid medical shit happens that the health won’t cover. I just looked up and saw Vinny sleeping while propping lubics head up with his foot. Hoping I can enjoy things normally again shortly,

8/26/2024, Still better than july

[f1-stuff]

Body swap??? 👀👀👀

Took me ages to respond to this, but have no fear! Bc a 1k snippet is here... -> WIP game

This has to be a dream.

It’s the only reasonable explanation - the only explanation that doesn’t make him feel on the verge of a panic attack. Except, of course, that he doesn’t remember if he’s ever thought to himself, ‘this is a dream,’ while actually dreaming. But there’s a first time for everything, right?

He’s been staring at the reflection (his reflection?) in the mirror for twenty minutes now, thinking or hoping that somehow, he’ll blink and it won’t be Carlos Sainz staring back at him anymore. 

He pinches himself. 

Nothing.

He splashes cold water on his face.

Nothing.

He leans in closer, poking his cheek, rubbing his eyes as if the problem is his vision. All it succeeds in doing is getting an eyelash stuck in his eye that he then spends the next ten minutes cursing and trying to extract, eye red and watering.

“Hello,” he says. And it sounds like Carlos. “What the hell is going on?”

If this is a dream (nightmare, he corrects), then it’s the realest fucking dream (nightmare) he’s ever had.

He really has to pee.

Instead, he strides back into the bedroom, finding the source of the alarm in the pocket of a pair of jeans on the floor. The phone unlocks when it sees his face (Carlos’ face) and he finally silences it, his fingers awkward and too large on the screen and- fucking, not his. The hotel room plunges into quiet.

Until the phone in his hand pings, and he looks back down to see a text from ‘Charles.’ From him. But not from him because he’s right here. Which means...

Charles: Are you awake?

A shiver goes down his spine.

He throws on the jeans, a nearby discarded shirt, and some shoes, and marches down the hall (rather clumsily) toward his actual hotel room - the one he’d fallen asleep in last night and the night before that and the night before that. The room he’s been sleeping in since they arrived in Australia on Monday, and the room he was supposed to be leaving from this morning. In less than an hour, in fact.

He knocks on the door. It opens.

He doesn’t know why he’s surprised, but who would’ve thought, it’s still shocking to see his own face staring back at him, even when he expects it.

“Mierda,” Carlos says. Carlos as Charles. Carlos in Charles’ body and in Charles’ voice, cursing in Spanish like it’s second nature, as natural as breathing.

“My thoughts, exactly,” Charles says, right before Carlos tugs him inside and shuts the door.

They stare at one another for an extended beat, eyes blinking in disbelief, heads spinning.

“Okay...” Carlos says.

“Okay? What do you mean, ‘okay’?” Charles says, baffled at the reaction.

“I don’t know! I just- I didn’t mean ‘okay’ like...”

“What the hell is going on, Carlos?”

“Just...breathe, Charles,” he says, holding onto Charles’ arms and guiding him to sit on the bed. “We will figure this out.”

“How? What is ‘this,’ even?” 

“Well...” Carlos raises his brows, but it’s Charles’ brows. He gestures between the two of them. “We are...switched, no?”

“Obviously,” Charles groans, covering his face with hands that are slightly bigger than he’s used to. “But how, Carlos? Did something happen last night, or...?”

“I don’t remember anything.”

“I don’t either,” Charles says, sighing, and dropping his hands to his lap. His knee is vibrating up and down rapidly, heel tapping against the floor.

“What is wrong with you?” Carlos asks.

“Me?”

“You are vibrating, practically.”

“I’m trying not to have a panic attack, Carlos,” he nearly shouts, then takes a breath to calm down. “And, also, I really have to pee.”

“Well, fuck, then do it!” Carlos says, gesturing at the bathroom.

“But...” Charles trails off, flushing a bit in embarrassment. 

“Oh, come on, Charles,” Carlos groans, in sudden understanding, rolling his eyes. “We have all the same parts.”

“I know that!” Charles mumbles, his face flushing even darker. “It is just...personal. I don’t know.”

“Well, things are going to get pretty personal so...” Carlos throws his hands up, and Charles can’t get over how it feels to watch his own body doing something his mind hasn’t instructed it to do. “Unless you want to get even more uncomfortable, you’re going to have to pee, mate.”

“Fine,” Charles says, striding off into the bathroom and shutting the door.

After undoubtedly the weirdest two minutes of his life thus far, he emerges from the bathroom with a red face, collapsing back onto the bed.

“Oh, look. You survived,” Carlos says, deadpan.

“Asshole,” Charles mumbles, avoiding eye contact.

He expects Carlos to maybe make a joke - a 'did you like what you saw' type remark, or something similar. But he doesn't. And instead, they fall into a tense silence.

“We have to leave for the airport in twenty minutes,” Carlos says, eventually. Charles sighs. “And I’m pretty sure we both need to shower and pack-”

Oh, god, Charles thinks. And I thought peeing was gonna be weird. The fact that he’d need to eventually shower had clearly slipped his mind. The mental image of Carlos showering in his body - washing himself and...everything else. It made Charles’ stomach flip over nervously.

Carlos must see something in his expression because his voice softens with his next words.

“Charles.” He waits until Charles meets his gaze. “If you’re not comfortable...with me-”

“No, it’s okay,” Charles interrupts, quickly. He’s aware that he’s making this weirder than it needs to be. It’s just showering. And what’s the alternative? Neither of them shower for the rest of...however long this lasts? “You’re right. We should shower and pack, and then...I don’t know. Figure this out in Maranello.”

“Okay,” Carlos says, nodding.

There’s a beat where neither of them move.

“Okay, I’ll go,” Charles says, awkwardly, standing and moving toward the door.

But before he gets very far, “Don’t forget my computer on the desk! Or my razor by the sink. Or-”

“Do you want to just do it yourself?” Charles interrupts, raising his brows. “Let’s pack our own shit.”

“Oh, right,” Carlos says, nodding. “Good idea.”

They swap room keys and then, belatedly, phones and phone cases, so that they can have their own phones but not raise suspicion. Then Carlos, looking like Charles in every physical way, walks out of the room to pack up his things in Carlos’ room.

This is gonna be so confusing.

Right, so...one problem at a time.

[petersnose]

25 with a sick feverish Bucky? Maybe the team *ahem* Tony is giving him crap and Steve glares at them? Just a thought but Bucky sneezing a bunch or coughing and having an accident because his belly hurts and he's completely out of it with a fever (not graphic)? I know that's a bit weird but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask.

i actually love ur requests so much - let me try to bring that to life for you, hope this is what you were looking for <3

-Blue

Too Late

bucky’s miserable. like, next-level, fever-dazed, can’t-lift-his-own-head miserable. his whole body is hot and achy, his nose is stuffed up but still somehow runny, and he’s coughing like he’s trying to dislodge a lung. it’s bad. it’s really bad.

so obviously, tony’s being the worst.

“you sound like a dying walrus, barnes,” he says, sipping his expensive coffee like he’s watching some sort of entertainment program. “should we be worried? is this how the winter soldier virus starts?”

bucky groans, hiding his face in the couch. “sh’ddup, stark.”

“no, really, if you’re gonna turn into a biohazard, at least give us some warning so we can—”

but then bucky tenses.

and steve knows that tension. it’s not just ‘tony’s being annoying’ tension. it’s something is very wrong tension.

bucky’s breath stutters, and he pushes himself up, his eyes suddenly too bright, too panicked. “steve—i—”

he tries to get up. fails. knees buckle.

steve catches him, of course, but the second he does, he feels it. the way bucky suddenly sags against him, boneless and overheated, and—oh. oh no.

the wet heat spreading down bucky’s sweatpants is unmistakable.

the room goes dead silent.

bucky makes this tiny, strangled noise—somewhere between a whimper and a cough—and then immediately hides his face in steve’s shoulder. like if he buries himself deep enough, maybe he’ll just disappear.

steve tightens his grip, running a slow hand up and down bucky’s back. “oh, buck,” he murmurs, soft and careful. “it’s okay.”

“it’s not,” bucky rasps, his voice wrecked from fever and embarrassment and oh—there it is, another shaky, miserable huhh’TSCHHhh! into steve’s shirt. “i—i didn’t mean to—”

“i know,” steve soothes, rubbing little circles between his shoulder blades. “you’re sick. it’s okay.”

bucky shudders, just melts against him, too exhausted and fevered to keep pretending he’s fine.

tony—who, for once in his life, has some level of self-preservation—clears his throat. “sooo… i may have been a little out of line.”

steve glares at him. one word, and he will personally throw tony into the sun.

tony holds up his hands. “i’ll, uh. i’ll get FRIDAY to swap the couch cushions?”

steve says nothing. just hoists bucky up a little more, pressing a kiss to his damp hair. “c’mon, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice all gentle and warm. “let’s get you into some clean clothes, yeah?”

bucky makes another tiny sound—miserable, stuffy, and so small—but nods against steve’s shoulder.

steve adjusts his grip and carries him out of the room, murmuring quiet little shh, i got you’s the whole way.

and if bucky sneezes into his neck a couple more times, if he sniffs pitifully and tugs at steve’s hoodie with his one good hand—well.

steve’s definitely not complaining.

4o

You said:

could you change the shitting himself to throwing up?

ChatGPT said:

Absolutely! Here’s the revised version with Bucky throwing up instead:

too late

bucky’s miserable. like, next-level, fever-dazed, can’t-lift-his-own-head miserable. his whole body is hot and achy, his nose is stuffed up but still somehow runny, and he’s coughing like he’s trying to dislodge a lung. it’s bad. it’s really bad.

so obviously, tony’s being the worst.

“you sound like a dying walrus, barnes,” he says, sipping his expensive coffee like he’s watching some sort of entertainment program. “should we be worried? is this how the winter soldier virus starts?”

bucky groans, hiding his face in the couch. “sh’ddup, stark.”

“no, really, if you’re gonna turn into a biohazard, at least give us some warning so we can—”

but then bucky tenses.

and steve knows that tension. it’s not just ‘tony’s being annoying’ tension. it’s something is very wrong tension.

bucky’s breath stutters, and he pushes himself up, his eyes suddenly too bright, too panicked. “steve—”

and then he lurches.

steve barely has time to react before bucky’s gagging hard, his whole body heaving, and—yeah, no time at all—he’s throwing up right there, barely missing himself but not missing steve’s shoes.

the room goes dead silent.

bucky coughs, shudders, tries to pull away like he can somehow undo what just happened, but steve just tightens his grip, rubbing slow, steady circles on his back.

“oh, buck,” he murmurs, soft and careful. “it’s okay.”

bucky makes a choked, miserable noise, then sneezes straight into steve’s chest, like really adding insult to injury. “s’not,” he rasps, wrecked and embarrassed and shaking. “m’so gross—”

“you’re sick,” steve says simply, voice warm and firm. “it’s okay.”

bucky sniffles, slumping forward like he doesn’t have the energy to keep himself upright. he’s burning up, all fevered and shivery and so out of it.

tony—who, for once in his life, has some level of self-preservation—clears his throat. “sooo… i may have been a little out of line.”

steve glares. one word, and he will personally throw tony into the sun.

tony holds up his hands. “i’ll, uh. i’ll get FRIDAY to clean the floor?”

steve says nothing. just hoists bucky up a little more, pressing a kiss to his damp hair. “c’mon, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice all gentle and warm. “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

bucky makes another tiny sound—miserable, stuffy, and so small—but nods against steve’s shoulder.

steve adjusts his grip and starts leading him toward the bathroom, murmuring quiet little shh, i got you’s the whole way.

and if bucky sneezes into his neck a couple more times, if he sniffs pitifully and tugs at steve’s hoodie with his one good hand—well.

steve’s definitely not complaining.

[666writingcafe]

An Unexpected Trip to the Past

Satan

I have no idea what's going on. One second, we were inside the House of Lamentation, and the next we're in some brightly lit forest. It's possible that the door I opened led us outside, but something about this forest seems too...bright. Like, brighter than anything in the human world.

I almost dismiss the idea as me simply overthinking everything when Simeon frowns and remarks that he recognizes where we are.

And then Beel starts walking towards us.

Only, it's not the Beel I know. For starters, this version of him has a goddamn halo circling the top of his head.

"Oh, not this again," MC groans, which raises even more questions. What do they mean by again? I mean, there's no possible way they've been here before, right? They weren't even alive when Beel and the others were angels.

"What are you doing here?" Beel the angel asks, looking rather stern. I suppose his reaction makes sense. We are intruders, after all.

"It's okay, Beelzebub," Simeon replies softly with a smile. "Don't worry. It's me." That seems to relieve Beel a little.

"Simeon, who are these two? Are they with you?" Simeon nods his head.

"They're acquaintances of mine, you see. They're angels, actually. Both of them." What in the world is he thinking?! MC might be able to get away with it, but there is no way in hell I'd make a convincing angel. I open my mouth to protest, but MC squeezes my hand and quietly instructs me to play along.

"We're talking about this later," I whisper. Simeon introduces us to angel Beel, and I thank my lucky stars that he remembered my human world name. I don't even want to imagine the alias he would have come up with if he didn't. It'd probably be something stupid, like Sully.

"So, Beelzebub, what's Lucifer up to?" Simeon asks.

"He's at the Celestial Palace in a meeting with Michael and all the other higher-ups." Beel pauses, narrowing his eyes at Simeon. "Shouldn't you be there, too? I thought all of the seraphim had to attend."

Simeon struggles to come up with a good answer to that question, making me anxious. He's never done well under pressure.

"He was busy rescuing us," MC pipes up.

"Rescuing you?" Beel repeats.

"Daniel and I fell into a pit someone dug as a trap, and we needed someone to help us get out. We sent out a message, and Simeon was the first to respond." Apparently, MC's story is plausible enough, for Beel simply nods his head and tells them that he's glad that we got out safely.

It intrigues me how they're able to come up with lies on the spot like that. Even Diavolo admitted that if he didn't have the ability to tell when people were lying to him, he would have totally believed MC's story of Lucifer trying to recreate Irish coffee with Devildom ingredients back when the two of us swapped bodies and I was saying a bunch of stupid shit in an attempt to embarrass my brother.

I've wondered from time to time what MC would be like as a demon. Not because I want them to lose their humanity or anything; I'm merely intrigued by the possibility. I feel like one of their powers would lie in speechcraft, specifically the ability to make someone believe whatever it was they're saying, even if it had no basis in any reality whatsoever. Perhaps their tongue would literally turn silver as they spoke. How many people would fall victim to it? I imagine quite a few, since MC appears trustworthy. Unlike, say, Mammon or Asmo, who people can tell are trying to sell them something from a mile away.

We're incredibly lucky that we have MC on our side, because if we had to fight them...

"Yo, Beel!" Great. Mammon's joined us. "What're you doing hangin' out here? And who are they?"

"Looks like two real cuties!" And Asmo, too. "So, tell me: what are your names, hm?" His nearly baby-like voice is making my skin crawl. It always does. I may not get along with him sometimes, but at least the Asmo that I know can modulate his voice to sound like a reasonable adult. This version of him, on the other hand, appears to only have one setting.

"Are you friends of Simeon's?" Man, where is everyone coming from? I feel like Levi literally popped out of thin air.

Simeon introduces us to the other angel brothers, and Asmo takes the opportunity to try to flirt with me. In that godawful baby voice. I feel like my glare towards him is justified.

"Beelzebub, you mentioned you were looking for Belphegor, right?" Simeon asks. I must have missed that part of the conversation. "I have an idea where he might be. MC and I will go find him for you. In the meantime, look after Daniel for me, would you?"

That sneaky little angel. Using the opportunity to be alone with MC is one thing, and for the most part I let that sort of thing slide. But Simeon has always lamented the fact that I never got to experience life in the Celestial realm as my own individual, since I was stuck in Lucifer's head until the fall. I keep telling him that I don't really have a desire to know that kind of information, but he doesn't listen. Or care, it seems.

I will get him back for this.

[scariusaquarius]

blood, guts, and transformers.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Like Normal People [Do]

Winchester! Reader

Note: im pulling a michael bay and making a purposeful continuity error: annie stays a baby LMAO. this chapter is mainly filler, also Ironhide is such a dork istg

Life had gotten relatively quiet within the two years since the second battle in Chicago. True to William’s word, Baby and I had to stay with him for the first summer, which wasn’t entirely a bad thing in retrospect. The initial meeting of his wife, however, had been…interesting.

Baby had stayed oddly quiet when we rolled up behind Ironhide and Will, a woman and a baby sitting on the front porch waiting with an excited smile on her face. She seemed a bit confused to see Baby and I, and when I slipped out, Will hadn’t waited to embrace and kiss the woman. With a startled realization, I had figured out that this was his wife and actual daughter.

I was slow to approach, shouldering a donated rucksack close as Will glanced at me. He smiled encouragingly, gesturing to me to come closer while glancing back to his wife.

“Sarah, this is (Y/n). Remember the girl I was telling you about?”

The fact that Will had spoken about me to his wife sent my mind reeling, and Sarah smiled at me, nodding.

“Yes, I remember. It’s so nice to meet you, honey. Will never stops talking about you.”

Sarah was a hugger, that I had found out once she brought me in with one arm. I was surprised, but slowly embraced her anyway, and I stuttered out, becoming embarrassed.

“Oh! U-um, it’s…it’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Lennox.”

I must not have been able to mask my embarrassment when the woman laughed lightly at me, Will grinning slightly as he watched with excited eyes.

“Please, Sarah is just fine. Would you like to meet Annie?”

She gestured the baby out to me, and every cell in my body froze when she made an encouraging nod to her while holding her out. I wasn’t given ample time to refuse, so I awkwardly held Annie, the baby looking up at me with a giggle and grabbing onto my shirt tightly.

“Wow, I um…hello there.”

My face went hot when Sarah and Will laughed at me, and I handed her back gingerly, swallowing thickly as I admitted.

“Ah, sorry…I’m…not used to being around little kids.”

Sarah shook her hand at me dismissively as Will held Annie close, making cooing noises to her as he walked a bit away, rocking her all the while.

“I was an only-child, so I understand. Come on, I’ll show you to your room. Are you hungry? I just made some subs.”

And that had been that. We had all eaten lunch together after Sarah showed me to my room, and admittedly, I had avoided the space and the family at all costs during the first three months I had spent here in fear of disrupting what they already had. Instead, I had found myself in the garage, playing around with a vehicle I had found that was collecting dust beneath a moth-eaten tarp.

It was a red 1963 Pontiac Catalina, and it had become a new project for me to focus on so I wasn’t going crazy with cabin fever. At times, Will would come to the garage to hang out with me while I worked, and it brought a comforting sense of nostalgia for me. Once again, I was drenched in the scent of oil and grease, and I was back in my comfort zone with Will bullshitting me the whole while.

Baby tended to avoid being out of the garage when Sarah would come out, but I hadn’t been able to figure out why. Baby had become a closed-off box of curiosities, and I just couldn’t get him to crack.

During the late hours of the night when I would take a break from the car, I would set the fire pit ablaze. Baby and I would sit and just talk while watching the fire, and sometimes, Ironhide would come to join us. Baby and Ironhide would swap war stories and memories of Cybertron from before the Great Wars, and I would listen while stoking the fire.

Despite Will’s dissatisfaction for the visits, Sam Witwicky would come to spend time with me every so often when he wasn’t too busy with his new job. Charlotte Mearing, despite having a stone-cold heart, had hired Sam to be a sort-of consultant for the Autobots and the Public, using his passion for the Cybertronians to her advantage to ensure the general public wasn’t too uneasy about the presence. However, tensions were growing immensely, and though Sam was stubborn, I could tell he was starting to become frustrated.

Because of this, NEST had been disbanded, and though the Autobots had been sanctioned, they had all disappeared to keep from being in the limelight. Bumblebee went back to Sam, Optimus had disappeared, and I wasn’t sure of where Ratchet had gone. Instead of NEST, a new faction had been created called Cemetery Wind, a secret black ops unit lead within the CIA that was led by a highly decorated CIA official by the name of Harold Attinger.

Instead of leading the Autobots on manhunts for the Decepticons, the faction did it all on their own; hunting any remaining Decepticons that were on Earth and destroying them in quick silence to avoid any public coverage. Sam had been adamant on his distaste for the new ‘NEST Copycat’ and though he had tried to coax the government into allowing the Autobots back, the United States was firm on the decision.

Uncle Sam and Cas had started to keep in contact with me more after Chicago, talking to me about their latest hunts and the info they were gathering on Dad’s whereabouts. Uncle Sam had been consulting with our Uncle Bobby, and though they weren’t getting much, it was understood that whatever the demons were doing, they were in a long-term agreement with the Decepticons just like Sentinel had been with Megatron. After that, the trail had gone cold again.

Only Baby had been allowed to hear of this development, as Will, Ironhide, and Sam still had no idea about the thing that went bump in the night. It made being on house-arrest frustrating because while I could have been out with my uncles and furthering the investigation, I was stuck with Will who had put his boots down on me.

Though, being here was nice, I had to admit. It actually reminded me of home, just without the Texan heat.

Currently, I was deep within the engine of the Pontiac, growling to myself as I struggled to knock the pistons back in. Smacking my head against the hood of the car as I went to stand up, I threw the mallet across the room, cursing as Baby yelped and ducked.

“Son of a bitch! This piece of fucking shit! I’m gonna burn the fucking rustbucket at this rate. Ugh!”

Flopping down onto a crate, I cracked open a beer I had stolen from Will’s fridge and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Baby shook his head, crossing his arms after he tossed the mallet back at me.

“You’re gonna end up breaking it if you keep throwing it.”

I huffed and rolled my eyes, ranting.

“Whatever. If it wasn’t such a piece of shit, we wouldn’t be having this issue. Theoretically, I could just abracadabra the bitch, but then we’d have another issue entirely.”

Ironhide spoke up, saying from over his shoulder as he sat at the other end of the garage and worked on his weapons.

“I agree. So, let’s not ‘abracadabra the bitch’.”

I snorted before I jolted at the sound of Sarah’s voice, Baby immediately closing up and looking away from the woman as she spoke.

“Drinking at 11am? That’s a bad habit to have.”

She was smiling, but I immediately tossed the beer into the trashcan, apologizing.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, it won’t happen again.”

Sarah laughed gently, shaking her head as she shuffled a little closer.

“I wasn’t upset, just teasing you. I don’t care if you drink as long as you don’t get hammered and make a fool of yourself.”

I nodded even though I was still embarrassed, and I asked her as she gazed up at Baby and Ironhide.

“Where’s Will and Annie?”

“Oh, they’re taking a nap together on the couch. I couldn’t stand the silence, so I thought that maybe you and I could spend some time together. I feel like we haven’t gotten to properly do so since you’ve been here.”

I gestured to the garage freely, and Sarah shook her head slightly.

“It’s still so hard to believe sometimes that they exist. You and Will…you’re both around them all the time. What is it like?”

For a moment, I found myself wanting to lie. I wanted to lie to protect Sarah’s innocence of the situation, but I knew that with her being a military wife, she was already aware of the dangers of war. I sighed and sat down again, admitting as I clasped my hands together.

“It can be a struggle sometimes, if I’m honest.”

Ironhide and Baby both looked at me with intrigued expressions as Sarah sat down beside me, listening intently as I seemed to word-vomit.

“Before everything, I was living a mediocre life with my parents, living as normally as a 17 year old could in a quietly dysfunctional family. I went to school, I came home, worked on cars with Dad and listened to Mom bitch, went to bed, and did it all over again. Then suddenly, they go on vacation and disappear, I go after them, and I’m thrust into an ancient alien war with no idea why.”

I glanced down at my hands, clenching them tightly as I spoke.

“Every day, I wonder if I’ll find my Dad, if he’s still alive, and if today is gonna be my last day because of the Energon inside of my body. I’ve been chosen to help settle an eons long dispute…and I don’t even know if I want to. I just wanna find my Dad and listen to him since classic rock, smell the apple pie that he would make –terribly, by the way-, and just….go back to the way things were.”

I admitted softly, glancing at Sarah.

“But then I look at where I am, and I think about Will and what he’s done for me…I think about Sam and Bumblebee, I look at these two…and then I’m conflicted all over again. I don’t know what the right thing to do is anymore, and it frustrates me because all I can do is just sit here.”

Sarah was quiet for a moment before she placed a hand on my shoulder, smiling gently.

“Sometimes, the right thing to do is the last thing that you want. When Will and I got married, I knew that he wasn’t going to be able to be home all of the time. He was going to miss anniversaries, birthdays, holidays…and I was okay with that. There was even that slight chance that he might not come home at all every time he walked out the door, but even though I was scared, I knew he was doing the right thing and following his heart.”

Sarah chuckled softly.

“He was being a hero every time he left because that’s just who Will is. If you want to do the right thing, remember why it is that you do what you do. You can’t become who you want to be if you never remember who you were before in order to get here.”

I was in awe before I looked away, saying as I fidgeted slightly.

“I…never thought about it like that…thank you, Sarah.”

Sarah beamed at me before she stood and brushed her apron off.

“I made some lunch if you want some. Make sure to wash up though. I don’t want grease and dirt in my freshly cleaned house.”

I chuckled and nodded to her.

“Yes, ma’am.”

When she left, Baby seemed to relax, and I made a face at him as I inquired.

“What’s your deal with Sarah? You get such a big stick up your ass every time she comes around.”

Baby just muttered, his green optics narrowed at me.

“It’s nothin’, bub, just let it go.”

I placed my hands on my hips, pressuring as I narrowed my eyes right back at him.

“Baby, it’s not just ‘nothing’. You can’t even look at the woman when she’s around. Just talk to me.”

Baby became frustrated, gritting his dentas before sighing heavily. He admitted softly.

“She just….she looks so much like Mary…it’s almost scary.”

I squinted my eyes in confusion.

“Mary? You mean…my grandmother?”

November 17, 1983 …It doesn’t make me feel any better to think that faulty wiring took Mary. It doesn’t explain why she was on the ceiling, but what do I tell people?

Baby nodded, plates on his body shifting before he took out a small box. Handing it to me, I opened it up to see old Polaroid photos. Baby looked sad, and he mumbled.

“John liked to keep photos of her in the glove compartment. It helped him to remember what he was going after. Dean and Sam kept the photos too…Dean, because he loved and missed Mary, and Sam, because he never knew his mother. He was 6 months old when she…passed away.”

I was quiet as I looked at the photos, and I couldn’t deny it: Sarah did look almost identical to my grandmother. If I had anything to say, they almost looked like twins. Shaking my head, I placed the pictures back into the box and gave it back to Baby. I offered with a shrug.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence. People have look-a-likes all the time. I mean, have you seen Timothy Olyphant? He looks just like Will.”

Baby rolled his optics, and Ironhide piped up, humming thoughtfully.

“You know, he kind of does.”

I frowned and turned to the weapons specialist, asking with a raised brow.

“How do you know who that is?”

Ironhide frowned, shrugging.

“He’s in a lot of great movies!”

Baby and I rolled our eyes before looking back at each other. Baby just shook his head.

“Listen, I may be overreacting, but I can’t help it. There’s no such thing as coincidences.”

“In our life? Maybe not, but that doesn’t mean they don’t happen at all. Be nice to Sarah, okay?”

Baby just huffed before I heard my phone go off. Answering it, I could feel the tension melting from my shoulders.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey, Satan.”

Sam Witwicky’s voice was tired, a bit raspy and low, and I chuckled slightly, saying as I laid back a bit to relax.

“You sound like you’ve been in the trenches again.”

Sam sighed and muttered, sounding as though he was laying down as rustling sounded loudly in the background.

“Tensions are really, really rising. Nobody feels that it’s safe for the Autobots to be here despite them being sanctioned and basically hanging out, even after they tried to continue to help with human conflicts. Hear that? Our Earthly problems! They just helped take down a few terrorists in the Middle East during their last mission, but the public doesn’t seem to care! I mean, what about what they’ve done for us the last few years?! Does it mean nothing at all?”

Sam huffed, and I sighed, replying gently.

“People will never like what they don’t understand. To the general public, it looks like the war was caused because of them even though it is far from the truth. You know that the media always twists everything to fit the general narrative.”

“I know, it’s just frustrating. Because of the rising tensions, the Autobots that had still been at NEST were sidelined and withheld. They’re just sitting there like…like, like prisoners!”

The distress in his voice made me feel bad, and I bit my lip, trying to figure out something that I could do. I offered as an idea came into my head.

“Why don’t you come down to visit for a bit, you know? Just take a bit of a break. You’re doing the best that you can, but even heroes need their rest.”

Sam scoffed, muttering.

“Hero? I can’t even get the public to listen to me. I swear, my medal from POTUS means nothing.”

I couldn’t help but to giggle, and I reminded him.

“You mean the medal that you and I both got from POTUS?”

“It touched my hands first, so.”

We both chuckled, and I quieted down for a moment before I stated quietly.

“I miss you, Sam. It’s not the same without my partner in crime. Think you might be willing to break me out of jail?”

Sam’s voice became soft, and he replied honestly.

“I would if I wasn’t scared of Will’s wrath, but…I miss you too. Honestly. I don’t really sleep well at night. I got used to another person being around that now the apartment just feels empty.”

My heart clenched, and I bit my lip before I murmured.

“We’ll figure something out. For now, just focus on getting some rest, okay? You’ve earned it.”

Sam yawned gently, insisting.

“You better get some rest too. I know you’ve got that car torn apart, but you gotta take breaks.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Father. Anything else before you tuck me in?”

Sam huffed, more rustling coming on his end as he settled into bed to take a nap.

“Don’t be rude. I saved your life a while ago, remember?”

“No take-backsies.”

Sam chuckled, and I whispered gently.

“Get some rest, Sam.”

“I’ll call you later, Satan.”

Sam hung up, and I held my phone to my shoulder, sighing gently. I glanced over at Baby and Ironhide as they stared at me, and I frowned.

“What? Why are you two staring at me like that?”

Baby rolled his optics and crossed his arms.

“When are you gonna ask the boy out?”

My face went hot, and I sputtered as I dropped my phone.

“W-what?! What do you mean ‘ask him out’? I don’t like him like that!”

Ironhide snorted, shrugging.

“Could have fooled me, but you’re a very terrible liar.”

I became exasperated, throwing my hands up in the air.

“Oh, not you too!”

Baby scooted closer as I shot up from my seat, turning away from them both to dig into the mini fridge for a drink.

“I told ya before, bub! I think you and the kid got something going on, and it might be something that you need!”

“I know something that you need: to mind your fucking business.”

Baby laughed, and I glared at him from over my shoulder.

“Not this time, bub. I’ve got some bets on you and Sam that I intend to win.”

Ironhide glared at Baby, hissing.

“You’re just going to out your brethren like this?”

I gasped and exclaimed.

“You made bets on me and Sam getting together?!”

I jolted again when I heard Will’s voice.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did I just hear you say you and Sam are together?”

“NO!”

I yelled, and Baby began to laugh as Will looked startled. I slammed the door to the mini fridge shut, pointing at Baby as my veins lit up blue.

“Don’t make me reset your fucking processors!”

“I just want you to admit that you like the kid!”

I flipped him the bird and brushed past Will, exclaiming.

“You just wanna win money, and for that, you can kiss my ass, Baby!”

Will glanced at Baby, and the Cybertronian just shrugged while grinning, and Will followed after me as I walked to the side of the garage where the water hose was. As I washed my hands, Will came up to me and asked.

“So, how’s the car?”

“Being a piece of shit. The pistons are rusted, so I’m gonna have to replace them.”

Will nodded slowly before he crossed his arms and asked, leaning against the wall.

“Do I even wanna know about you and Sam?”

I gave the man a glare, and Will smiled, raising his hands up in the air.

“I’m just asking.”

I huffed and informed Will, giving him a side-eye.

“We’re doing fine. Sam’s just been working a lot, and with me being ‘grounded,’ there’s not much that we can do.”

I gave Will a pointed look, and Will shrugged, replying back with a sassy tone.

“Well, you would be able to if you would listen to me.”

I rolled my eyes before wiping my hands off on a towel I had hung up beside the hose, pointing out.

“You just wanted to execute your dad privileges.”

Will laughed then, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Dad privileges? I like that.”

I couldn’t help but snort, and Will and I began to giggle to ourselves. I became quiet for a moment, staring at the house I had been welcomed into, and Will asked me gently.

“What’s on your mind?”

I glanced down at my feet, admitting.

“Being here with you and your family…it reminds me a lot of home when Mom and Dad were still here. It’s just a bit jarring because it’s different, and it’s hard to get used to it sometimes. Some days, I feel right at home, and others…sometimes I feel like I’m just staring through the window like a creep or somethin’.”

I shrugged and looked at him as Will nodded as he contemplated his words, and he murmured.

“I know it’s a bit weird, but…it feels right. You’re a part of this family now, and you know you’re always welcome here. Sarah loves you, you know. She was gushing about you the first night you were here. She talked my ear off about it, actually, while we were in bed for the night.”

I was surprised and I pointed out.

“That’s what I’m talking about…Sarah and I are practically strangers, and yet, she was so willing to let me into her home. I mean, she practically shoved Annie into my arms like ‘meet my baby, she’s your new friend now’.”

Will laughed lightly, and I winced a bit, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. Will placed a hand on my shoulder, his brown eyes amused.

“She doesn’t let just anybody hold our daughter, you know.”

“I’d hope not. There’s some weird people out there.”

Will snorted, and I chuckled softly. Will became to guide me to the house, his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

“Sarah and I are happy to have you here, and I know it’s weird, but…you have a home here, you know.”

I glanced at him as he smiled, and I teased him.

“You just want another person to be able to do the dishes.”

“It is a bonus.”

I guffawed and pushed him away, making Will laugh as I exclaimed.

“You’re so lazy! Unbelievable.”

 Will and I made it inside, and I inhaled deeply at the smell of food. Sarah was at the counter, Annie in a high-chair with a large handful of Cheerio’s in her grip, and Sarah glanced back at us with a smile.

“It’s about time you got out of that garage.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m close to getting the car started. Just a few last touches and adjustments, and I think it’ll be good to go.”

Sarah turned, placing a big pot of spaghetti sauce on the table as well as a pot of freshly cooked noodles and a tray of garlic bread. Without hesitation, I grabbed some bowls and silverware and began to set the table as Sarah said.

“Thank you, honey, and I’m sure you’re gonna get the car started soon. You know, that car hasn’t run in years. Will said he was gonna fix it, and then he’s off saving the world a couple of times.”

Will chuckled and kissed her cheek as he passed by to get a cup out of the cupboard.

“Well, I can’t work on it if I’m fighting in an alien war.”

I playfully quipped, raising an eyebrow at Will as Sarah giggled.

“You know how to fix cars? That’s hilarious. I’ve never even seen grease touch your skin before.”

Will gave me a look, pointing at me.

“Hey, don’t sass me, young lady. I actually know more than you think I do.”

“Ah, so lazy. Got it.”

Will gave me a look, and Sarah and I giggled with each other as we sat down at the table. Will mumbled, pouring himself a drink before sitting down.

“God, it’s practically three against one. I thought it was supposed to be a man’s world.”

Sarah guffawed as I whistled lowly, shaking my head as I made myself a bowl of spaghetti.

“Oh, low blow.”

“A man’s world? I’ll have you know, William Lennox, that it wouldn’t be a man’s world without us ladies in it.”

Sarah winked at me, and Will just sighed in defeat as I smirked.

“I know. You make the whole world go round, baby.”

“Good to know that you recognize your place.”

Will pointed his fork at me, warning.

“Watch it. I’m not above making you do push-ups.”

Sarah gave him a look.

“Will, you leave her alone.”

We all chuckled, and I sighed deeply as I took a bite of my food. For a moment, I savored the bite, nostalgia hitting me, and Sarah asked me.

“How is it?”

I replied honestly, staring into the food.

“It…it tastes just like how Mom used to make it. It’s delicious. Thank you.”

Sarah smiled widely, and we ate our dinner in peace. Will and Sarah conversed with each other over mundane things, and I was listening in passively, focusing on eating, and I could feel Annie staring me down. Glancing to the side, she was looking at me as she held her Cheerio-filled hand to her mouth, and I just smiled slightly as she giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

Annie laughed loudly, and I raised a brow, asking as I wiped my face.

“What, do I got something on my face or something?”

Once again, the baby laughed, and I shook my head, looking at Will.

“She’s making fun of me.”

Will snorted, teasing.

“I would too if I had a big tomato stain on my face.”

“What?!”

I wiped my face furiously, and Sarah gave Will a look.

“Seriously? There’s nothing on your face, honey.”

I threw my napkin at Will, and he maneuvered out of the way with a snicker, saying.

“I’m just kidding.”

As dinner went on, we all ate and talked, and there was a feeling settled deep inside of me; an unsettling yet not entirely unwelcomed feeling of home. I was starting to feel normal again, and it was a feeling I began to cling to like a lifeline.

When dinner was over, Will and Sarah began to clean up, and I offered.

“I can clean up, you know. You guys really don’t have to do it.”

Sarah waved me off, winking.

“I’ll take you up on that sometime. In the mean time, can you take Annie and put her down for a nap?”

I blanched and pointed to myself, asking meekly.

“Me? I mean, I can but…are you sure?”

Sarah smiled widely, nodding at me as she teased.

“Of course…unless you can’t handle it?”

I frowned heavily, muttering.

“Can’t handle it? Of course I can. I’ve fought in two alien wars now, I think I can handle a baby.”

At least I thought I could. As I picked Annie up, she cooed at me and clutched to my shirt, and I walked to the nursery as Will glanced at Sarah.

“You can be so manipulative, you know that?”

“Being a mother means taking some low roads. It’ll be alright.”

Will snorted, and I rolled my eyes as they got out of earshot. Annie was mumbling to herself, taking interest in the room, and I said gently.

“Alright, let’s get you down for a nap.”

When I went to lay her down in the crib, Annie’s lip began to tremble, and I panicked when I noticed tears in her eyes.

“No, no, no, please don’t cry! Um, you want a binkie? the mobile on?”

She sniffled, and I picked her back up, bouncing her gently. Annie immediately calmed down, and I realized exactly what was happening: She didn’t want to be laid down to sleep. Huffing, I sat down in the rocking chair, holding her close, and she cooed in satisfaction.

“Getting finessed by a baby? Probably not my proudest moment.”

Gently rocking the chair with my foot, I reclined back a bit, and Annie yawned. Grabbing a binkie from the dresser that sat beside the rocking chair, I coaxed it to her, and Annie took it with no fight. Instead, Annie seemed eager to fall asleep, and in no time, I had a napping baby lying against my chest. Her head was snug against my shoulder and neck, and I sighed.

It was strange. While I wasn’t completely nervous around Annie anymore, I definitely wasn’t used to doing things like this: being a caregiver and providing safety and comfort to a baby.

Though, to be fair, caring for the Autobots felt a lot similar.

My eyes began to flutter for a moment, and I sighed gently, deciding that I would rest my eyes for a bit.

-TIMESKIP-

As Sarah and Will finished cleaning up and washing the dishes, Sarah glanced up, listening for a moment. Will frowned and asked her, drying his hands off with a rag before draping it over the oven door handle to dry.

“What’s up?”

Sarah looked at him, saying.

“It’s pretty quiet, and (Y/n) hasn’t come out of the nursery yet.”

Will and Sarah shared a look, and they quietly walked to the nursery to take a peek inside. Will’s heart melted at the sight of (Y/n) completely asleep, holding Annie close as she sat in the rocking chair, and Sarah chuckled softly, whispering.

“I told you that she could handle it.”

Will rolled his eyes, and Sarah patted his shoulder before she went back into the kitchen. Will stayed at the doorway for a moment, however, simply gazing at his daughters. Taking his phone out, Will snapped a photo before smirking gently, and he walked in quietly.

Grabbing a blanket, he carefully draped it over (Y/n), and the woman sighed for a moment, making Will freeze. (Y/n) stretched her legs out a bit, her head coming to rest against the top of Annie’s, and Will smiled again.

Taking a step back, he simply watched for another moment before walking out to the kitchen where Sarah had finished up. Coming up behind her, he showed her the photo, and Sarah hummed.

“Aw, look at them…I knew she was secretly a softie.”

Will chuckled and slipped his phone into his pocket, holding onto his wife’s hips as he kissed her shoulder and made the woman giggle.

“You wouldn’t believe how incredibly soft (Y/n) actually is.”

“To be honest, it reminds me of you. Hard-ass on the outside, secret softie on the inside…it’s almost like she’s really yours.”

Will chuckled and murmured to her teasingly as she turned around in his arms, hands wrapped around his neck.

“That’s a bit terrifying to think about…but I do have something that’s hard and can go on your ass.”

Sarah laughed, head thrown back as Will giggled, kissing her neck.

“You’re so ridiculous!”

-TIMESKIP-

Many of my nights had become occupied with helping Annie sleep. When it would be time to lay her down, I found myself volunteering to help, and though there was a part of me that was still embarrassed, I was finally comfortable with being a part-time caretaker for Annie. Will and Sarah had no complaints, and instead, they took advantage of the free time to go on dates and spend time with each other.

Baby was a huge fan of Annie, and Annie loved Ironhide. When Will and Sarah would go out for the night, I would bring Annie into the garage, and Baby and Ironhide would entertain the child to keep her preoccupied.

Baby had taken to playing some tunes for Annie that Annie would wiggle and laugh to (she really, really liked Blue Oyster Cult, which I found hilarious) while I sang along, and Ironhide had taken to showing the baby his weapons and whatever new prototype he was working on.

“This is a plasma cannon. I just activate it like this and I can blast any Decepticons to smithereens!”

Ironhide seemed proud when Annie giggled, and I shook my head at him.

“Ironhide, I really don’t know if you should be waving your weapons around like that.”

The specialist had been offended, gesturing towards the cannons with his arms in the air.

“What?! But the child is enjoying them! Look, she likes the cannon more than the rifle, as she rightfully should!”

So, instead of bursting Ironhide’s bubble, I had let him carry on while Baby watched the two of them like a hawk. While the two Autobots kept Annie intrigued when I was babysitting her for Will and Sarah, I continued to work on the Pontiac, perfecting the work and finally finishing the vehicle after months and months of engine work, detailing, repaint, tires, everything.

That red little Catalina was finally something to be proud of again, and I was excited to show Will.

Will and Sarah were sitting on the front porch, Annie on Sarah’s lap, enjoying the heater as the December weather came rolling in, and I ran out of the garage like a bat out of hell, completely covered with grease, oil, dirt, and dust. I must have looked like a maniac; Will giving me a worried look when I ran up the steps.

“I finished it! I finished the car.”

Will and Sarah looked excited, and Will asked as he sat forward a bit in his seat.

“Did you?”

I nodded and ran back to the garage. Opening the large garage door, I had Baby help me push the car out into the driveway, and I sat in the driver’s seat. Grabbing the keys, I took a deep breath and prayed. Slipping the key into the ignition, I took another deep breath and turned the key. The engine sputtered for a moment before roaring to life, and I cheered.

Getting out of the vehicle, I gave Baby a high five before Will came up to me, smiling widely.

“This is incredible. I haven’t seen this car run since my grandfather passed away.”

I wiped my forehead of sweat, smearing grease instead, and Will chuckled, patting my back proudly.

“You never fail to amaze me, Hot Wheels.”

I smiled at him and shrugged, boasting.

“It’s natural. I’m just that good.”

Will chuckled, and I wiped my hands with a rag before sitting back in the drivers seat. I looked at him through the window, asking him with a grin.

“Want to take a test drive?”

Will smiled gently and got into the passenger seat, and I called to Baby.

“I’ll be back!”

Baby nodded, calling out to me.

“Don’t kill the man.”

I rolled my eyes while Will became weary, and I grabbed a cassette tape from the box that used to be in Baby and placed it into the player. The radio roared to life, Styx’s Renegade blaring through the speakers, and I smiled at Will.

“Hold on tight!”

Will immediately braced himself, and I hit the gas, laughing all the while as I drove the car. Taking a hard turn, the car drifted for a moment, and I giggled as Will gave me a look.

“Are you trying to kill us?”

I shook my head and slowed down a little, going a steady 80 as we hit the back roads.

“What’s the matter? Scared of a little speed?”

“I’m scared of your driving, mainly.”

I scoffed and slowed more, turning the car down to begin circling back to the house.

“Oh, please. You should see Baby’s driving.”

“Well, considering he is the car, I think I would trust his driving more.”

I laughed, and Will’s lips curled slowly into a smile as I turned up the radio and began to sing to Renegade, shoving Will’s shoulder in unison to the beat, and he laughed before shoving me back a little, beginning to sing with me.

My heart filled with adoration and nostalgia. While it wasn’t the impala and my dad, it was still fulfilling to be able to settle into the comfort of a memory. As we came back to the house, we were both giggling and settling down. Sarah was standing at the doorway into the porch, a chuckle shaking her shoulders as Baby inquired, looking intrigued.

“So? How does she run?”

Will and I got out, and I replied excitedly.

“Like a dream! She could do with a little more TLC for the horsepower, but I couldn’t exactly get up to speed without Will shitting himself.”

Will jabbed his elbow into my side, and I laughed as I recoiled away from him. Baby and Ironhide both chuckled, and Sarah shook her head with a laugh.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Will gasped.

“Hey, don’t tell me you’re taking her side. You weren’t the one in the passenger seat!”

I rolled my eyes before patting his shoulder.

“Just be glad I let you come with me.”

Will rolled his eyes, and Sarah offered.

“Well, supper is ready. Both of you kids wash up.”

Will and I both smirked, and we walked inside, washing up at the sink, and Sarah gave me a look.

“You might need to shower, honey.”

I glanced down at my arms and clothes, and I winced.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll be back.”

After showering, I came back downstairs and the table had already been set, food on plates, and I sat down with my stomach rumbling with hunger. Sarah smiled at me, and I thanked her.

“Thank you for dinner, it smells delicious.”

“Will took the liberty of doing the steaks, but I just finished with the macaroni and cheese and the mashed potatoes while you were scaring the life out of Will.”

Will gave Sarah a look, and Sarah and I giggled. Dinner went without a hitch, Sarah and Will talking about their day and asking me about the work on the car, and it felt like another normal day. Just before dinner ended, my phone began to ring, and I frowned before slipping it out of my pocket.

The caller ID made me freeze, and I stood up from the table abruptly, muttering.

“Excuse me, I have to take this.”

Will and Sarah looked worried and confused, and I stepped out into the living room, answering.

“Hello? Uncle Bobby?”

Uncle Bobby’s voice was loud and boisterous as it always had been, memories of Dad and I hanging out at his house flowing through my mind as the man spoke.

“Sorry to bother you like this…but I need your help with something.”

I winced and rubbed my arm, saying gently.

“Uncle Bobby, I’m kind of on semi house-arrest and can’t go anywhere.”

“Your Uncle Sam is missing…and what the hell do you mean ‘semi house-arrest’?”

My heart dropped, and I became stiff, asking him shakily as I ignored his question.

“Uncle Sam is missing? What happened?”

Uncle Bobby huffed and muttered angrily.

“That damn idjit went on a vampire hunt, and he isn’t picking up my calls. Castiel is MIA right now, and I can’t get to Sam with this damn wheelchair nor without any help. He went down to Texas following a possible lead on Dean, and it’s been four days since we’ve spoken.”

I frowned heavily, and my fingers began to itch with anxiety. Biting my lip, I murmured.

“Alright. I’ll be down there as soon as possible.”

I hung up, and I jolted at the sound of Will’s voice.

“Is everything okay?”

I bit my lip and turned to him. Will looked worried, his brow furrowed, and I felt bad about having to leave so suddenly. A part of me didn’t want to, but the other part…the Winchester part…began to scream at me.

“Uncle Sam is missing, and my Uncle Bobby needs me.”

“Your uncle is missing? What happened?”

I rubbed my arm, fibbing gently as I refused to look him in the eye.

“I can’t exactly tell you because I don’t know all the details, but my Uncle Bobby is distraught. Uncle Cas isn’t in town right now, so he can’t help either.”

Will nodded slowly before he turned to the couch to grab his jacket.

“Alright, I’ll tell Sarah we’re gonna head out.”

I grabbed his hand, making the man pause, and I murmured to him.

“No, Will. You stay here with Sarah and Annie. Your family needs you. I know you want to help, and I appreciate it…but I can do this on my own this time.”

Will looked conflicted, and he replied back.

“I know you can, but I don’t want you to think that you have to. You’re my family too…and I don’t want something to happen to you. What if it’s a Decepticon?”

I placed my hands on his shoulders, saying firmly.

“I know I don’t have to, but I’m not going to put you in unnecessary harm. If it is a Decepticon, Baby will be there with me. I’ll be safe, I promise. Uncle Sam probably just got stranded somewhere in Texas and his phone died. Stay here with Sarah and Annie, okay? I will call you if it gets too serious.”

While I was lying on that last part, Will was none-the-wiser and his worry was curbed once I gave him my ultimatum, and Will’s shoulders dropped. Instead, Will wrapped me up in his arms and whispered softly.

“Please be careful. You call me if something happens, okay? Ironhide and I will be there as soon as we can.”

I nodded and pulled back from him, saying.

“I will, and I’m sorry this is abrupt, but I can’t sit idle while my Uncle is in trouble.”

Will just nodded his head in understanding and he said softly as I grabbed my jacket and rucksack.

“I know…I love you, kiddo.”

I smirked at him from over my shoulder.

“My name’s (Y/n), not kid, kidnapper. I love you too, Will.”

And off I went to go save me a Winchester.

Chapter Twenty-Four

[thundercrackfic]

Processing GO S2

It’s been two nights of poor sleep after watching Good Omens season 2. I have so many FEELINGS. I’m overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted. It’s wild and even a little embarrassing to have so strong a reaction, but here we are. 

I wrote about my feelings below, and through the writing, I convinced myself that for my own mental health, I shouldn’t rewatch right away. I’m not leaving the fandom or anything -- despite these feelings, which I hope are temporary, I still love Good Omens and its wonderful, thoughtful, remarkably queer fans! I live here now! -- but I can’t handle watching again yet.

Spoilers below.

Being a scientist, I’m finding it useful to sort my feelings into categories and try to address each category individually.

First of all, I’m just SAD. Aziraphale and Crowley are my emotional support characters and the end of Season 2 left them in a very bad place: separated, isolated, miserable, and threatened with annihilation. While I understand the structure of trilogies and I have faith that the sequel that Gaiman and Pratchett plotted will reunite them, no such sequel has been greenlit, and the SAG-AFTRA strike and studio intransigence mean we won’t find out whether and when Amazon will actually produce a third season for the foreseeable future. So Aziraphale and Crowley are sad and I’m sad. I want to rewatch but I’m worried I’ll get even sadder. Since I have depression, this is actually a health risk to me.

I’m also angry, because the viewers were not given crucial information necessary to understand Aziraphale’s final decision. Yes, I understand what it means that this is the second act of a three-act story, but I’m still saying that this act’s story was incomplete. My main complaint is that we do not actually see Aziraphale’s full conversation with the Metatron, we only see what he reports to Crowley with lots of agitated hand-wringing. I love Aziraphale, but he is NOT a reliable narrator. The cut away from the conversation to Aziraphale’s proposition to Crowley, followed by the Metatron coming in and asking “how did he take it?” makes me certain that there are shenanigans afoot. Aziraphale is, at the very least, not telling the whole truth to Crowley, is lying about some part of that conversation either by omission or outright. For which I am sure he has good reasons, and I’m sure at least some of the reasons being discussed in endless metas will eventually be revealed as true, or close to true, when the third act comes out. But for now, we can’t know. Without witnessing the full conversation, I can’t possibly understand Aziraphale’s terrible choice, and I don’t have any hope of understanding Aziraphale’s motivation until such time as Gaiman tells the rest of this unfinished story. (Yes, I know Gaiman said he’d tell the story even if no third season is produced, and that promise is some comfort; but in the meantime we are in limbo.) I’m sure there are lots of clues and hints we’ll all pick out with rewatches, but it’s as if Season 1 ended with Crowley in Hell facing the bathtub and Aziraphale in Heaven walking toward hellfire. Sure, in hindsight the clues at the body swap are evident, but we couldn’t have known what canonically happened and there would have been lots of other theories and scenarios. Imagine having had to wait four years to find out whether and how they survived their trials? My anger won’t be salved by watching again.

There are things I disliked about Season 2 that, in my opinion, seem to contradict the story/character development as presented in Season 1. The big one is what I saw as a power imbalance between Crowley and Aziraphale that I didn’t see in Season 1. Not just the Throne?Dominion?Archangel? Crowley thing. Aziraphale was always slow, stubborn, in willful denial of things he didn’t want to look at, and Crowley always coaxing and tempting Aziraphale into change, yes. But in Season 1 Aziraphale also was a vast storehouse of wisdom who solved puzzles that 400 years of Devices couldn’t, and rules-lawyered Gabriel and Beelzebub into confusion (with Crowley not leading, just cheerleading) at the airbase. In Season 2 Aziraphale just seemed dim compared to Crowley on every dimension, not an equal party to their relationship at all. Aziraphale’s adorable in both seasons, but in this season he seemed infantilized in relation to Crowley, and not in a cute/funny (Jimbriel) way. While both he and Crowley had their idiot moments, Aziraphale’s weren’t balanced with brilliant moments, I felt. Like, his moral quandary in Edinburgh seemed far too simple to be so late in his character development, and both in history and in the present Crowley came across as professorial or even paternal in relation to him, which is a huge squick for me. Maybe this impression of power imbalance isn’t correct, and will change on rewatch. I hope so.

There are things I disliked about Season 2 that originate in conflicts with my own headcanons and/or story preferences. This, at least, is something I can work on, trying to recognize the stuff in my head that I couldn’t reasonably expect Season 2 to produce (or not produce) for me. For example, I really do not like all the hints at Crowley having been, and remaining, an especially powerful entity. I liked thinking of them as having equal unimportance, totally substitutible for each other despite their different “sides,” exemplified by the Arrangement, how easily they performed each other’s jobs. Reflecting now, I can admit that even in Season 1 Crowley clearly had a different status to Aziraphale -- he was chosen to deliver the Antichrist, after all, and demonstrated powers that Aziraphale didn’t (stopping time, sensing whether or not others were watching). So I should be able to reconcile that, with time. I also personally hate it when character conflict results from disastrously poor communication. This one, I recognize, is especially unfair to the source material, because it’s true that for all their conversation, they canonically aren’t great at telling each other anything important. (The most common theme of my comments on fanfic is “TALK TO EACH OTHER YOU WALNUTS!”) Even so, I’m still struggling with some of the character decisions this season because I don’t feel like they demonstrate the growth that especially Aziraphale underwent across Season 1. Other things that bugged me were Aziraphale’s gluttony scene (I’ve imagined 1001 scenarios for Aziraphale’s first taste of gross matter, and none of them featured anything like him gorging like a hyena on blackened ox ribs), and I was disappointed not to see more fluidity in Crowley’s gender presentation. All that stuff has to do with my own expectations, so I should be able to compartmentalize those and be at peace with Season 2 canon, with time.

I would like to watch again. I think it probably hurt my understanding of the story to have binged the six episodes in three days rather than watching them one a week. I didn’t really want to watch them that fast, but I felt pressured to watch quickly so I could participate in discussion with fandom friends. I’ve heard from some friends who had initially negative reactions that they’ve warmed up to it on rewatch, with a clearer understanding of the story that was being told. I want to rewatch and experience that. But the sadness and anger I’ll feel about the end of the season and the impossibility of my understanding it won’t go away on rewatch, I’m afraid. Not until the third act’s story arc is revealed along with the obscured elements of the second act’s story. And I’m not in a good enough place emotionally to willingly invite more sadness and anger into my head.

So I guess I’ve talked myself into not rewatching for a while, which itself makes me sad. But it’s what I need to do.

I love all you queers. To the world. 🍷

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

I return to the table and set the drink down in front of Asher. He takes a sip and smiles, “Much better, thank you.”

“No problem,” I reply, sliding onto my stool. I try to lift my feet back onto the footrest, but something is off. I glance down curiously. Are our stools closer together than they were before? Subtle, I smile to myself, though the act doesn’t completely surprise me. The energy has shifted between us since we hung out that day in his living room. While it’s true that we haven’t had a chance to really chat much since then, there have been moments when we occupy the same space, when we have the opportunity to be close. He’ll stand next to me in our morning meetings, near enough that if I shift my weight, I can rest my arm against his, so I do. My body instantly relaxes when we’re touching. Sometimes I don’t even realize how much tension I’m carrying until I lean against him and feel it release.

I’d assumed I was probably imagining things, that none of it was intentional on his part. He really is a very physical person by nature, and doesn’t have much of a personal bubble, so it seemed reasonable that I was reading into it too much. But now with the stools, I think maybe it was intentional all along.

I suppose now I have to decide whether to scoot away or stay where I’m at, not that I have to think about it too hard, more just an observation really. Without a word, I move my foot to the footrest on the side of Asher’s stool since it no longer fits on my own.

Realizing that I now have two drinks to finish instead of one, I take a large gulp of my beer, taking a moment to appreciate the warmth in my belly before stealing a glance at Ash who’s gone surprisingly quiet while I chase my own random string of thoughts.

He’s leaning forward on the table, propped up on one hand with the other wrapped around his drink, watching me.

“What?” I ask, suddenly feeling awkward.

“Nothing. You’re cute.”

Normally, a direct compliment like that would embarrass me, but with my anxiety slightly dampened under the weight of the alcohol, I feel relaxed, and I lean forward, matching his posture. My eyes drift down to the birthmark that starts at his jaw and trails down the side of his neck, disappearing into the black of his hoodie. I allow myself a moment to imagine what it would be like to kiss him there. To breathe him in and feel his pulse quicken beneath my lips.

I glance away briefly in an attempt to stop myself before my mind wanders too far in that direction. When I look back at him, the corner of his mouth is turned up into a half-smile that has now become familiar, and the second our eyes meet, he winks at me, immediately breaking my demeanor and causing my cheeks to burn. I laugh and sit up to finish my beer before swapping the glasses in front of me and starting on the one I stole from him earlier.

“That’s never gonna get old, y’know,” he takes a sip of his whiskey and then leans into me, “Okay, so, I’m curious.”

“About what?”

“You actually came out for a drink – which, they all told me you wouldn’t, by the way – but you walked right past everyone and sat back here in the corner. Is it because you secretly hate them all? Or did you just want me all to yourself?”

I can’t help but smile at that last bit, but I sidestep it and answer with a shrug, “Ah, no, they’re all fine. I just don’t like big groups. I get agitated when there are lots of conversations going on at once, and it gets worse when everyone is drinking and loud. It’s why I usually don’t go out with everyone.”

“I see. So, why’d you come out today?”

“Because you asked me to.”

“Aha, you did want me all to yourself!”

“Well, I wouldn’t word it that way. It sounds so… possessive. But, yeah, I guess I did.”

“Well, you’ve got me, so tell me something.”

“Tell you what?”

“Anything. Tell me something about you that I don’t know yet. Something that would surprise me.”

Oh god, he’s really putting me on the spot now, isn’t he? I buy myself some time by taking a drink of my beer and then settle on what feels like the easiest. “Alright, um, I like to rock climb.”

“Ahh, that explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“How you’re that fit when you spend all day sitting at a desk. I was starting to wonder if you live at the gym on eighty-third.”

“Well, I kind of do. I’m at the gym five days a week, and in the mountains every other weekend. I’m training to climb Mt. Komorebi.”

“You are?!”

“Yeah.”

“Like the actual mountain. You’re just gonna climb it.”

“Yes,” I laugh, “I’m going to climb it.”

“With who?”

“Um, my sister and her boyfriend. And Kiyoshi, he’s done it before, so he’s leading us.”

“Well, shit,” he takes a sip of his drink, shaking his head as if he still doesn’t quite believe it, “Okay, yeah, you surprised me.”

“Your turn then.”

“I’m gonna need another drink first. You want one?”

Since I’m training, I’m supposed to keep alcohol consumption to a minimum, but now that I have a buzz, I’m feeling far more relaxed and cheerful than usual, and I want to hold on to this feeling a little longer, so I tell him, “Sure, just one more,” a sentence I’ll likely repeat multiple times tonight if past experience has taught me anything.

While Ash goes up to the bar to get us another round of drinks, I notice that the group of our co-workers is getting up to leave. I can only imagine what they must be thinking or saying about us right now. I couldn’t care less, though. Let them say what they want. A couple of them look over and wave goodbye, so I raise my hand and give a small wave in return.

Ash comes back with our drinks and says goodbye to a few of them before sitting down. Once they’re out of earshot, he nudges my arm and says quietly, “Most of them are intimidated by you, y’know.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Probably because you’re really good at what you do. And you just sit back there all brilliant and serious all the time.”

“But you don’t think I’m intimidating?”

“Nah, I think you’re sweet.”

I give him a small smile, noticing the compliments that have started to pile up. Oddly enough, they feel sincere, and I’m not quite sure what to do with that, but, thanks to the alcohol, the filter between my thoughts and my words has started to dissolve and I say, “I see. So, I’m cute and fit and brilliant and sweet?”

He chuckles softly, looking embarrassed, “Yeah. Yeah, you are. And, as long as we’re keeping track, you’re funny too. Sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” I laugh quietly, more to myself than anything as I remember that first moment we met. And then I look down, down to where I feel his hand come to rest on my leg, the heat of it warming my thigh.

“Is that okay?” He asks, “Do you want me to move my hand?”

I look up into his eyes and shake my head slightly, “No. No, it’s okay.” I lick my lips and watch his eyes flick down to my mouth and back up again, and for a brief moment I think he’s going to lean in and kiss me. Or maybe not. Maybe I imagined it. Or maybe he got nervous and changed his mind. I’m not sure. But, instead, he reaches over and takes a sip of his drink.

As I watch him, it occurs to me that he’s cleverly kept the conversation focused on me the whole time, so I place my hand on top of his, as if to reiterate that I don’t want him to move it, and say, “So, you never told me.”

Looking confused, he asks, “Told you what?”

“Something about you that I don’t know.”

“Oh, that,” he grins up at me, “I won’t be able to top climbing a mountain.”

“That’s okay, it’s not a competition,” I assure him, “It doesn’t have to be anything big or surprising. I just want to learn something new about you.”

His grin stretches wider, reaching his eyes. He pulls the corner of his lip between his teeth, chewing on it as he considers his answer, and I run my thumb over the back of his hand while I wait patiently. Finally, he takes a breath, having made a decision, “Okay. I have an idea for a video game, and I’ve been working on it for the last, I don’t know, three or four years. Storyboarding it and sketching it out, the world, characters, environment, everything.”

“Really?” I ask, intrigued, “Can I see it?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“The thing is, I’m an artist, not a developer. The mechanics and the code, I basically only know enough to make a real mess of things.”

“What about Lex?”

“Yeah, she’s good. But you’re better.”

“Are you asking me to code your game?”

“Only if you want to. If you don’t, that’s okay. But, I don’t know, it could be fun.”

“Well, I can’t agree without knowing anything about it. For all I know, your idea is shit.”

He laughs at that, nodding, “Fair enough. It probably is.” He takes a moment to finish his drink, crunching down on a piece of ice, and then turns back to me, “Okay, long version or short version?”

It’s getting late, but I have no intention of ending the night anytime soon, so I say, “Long version.”

“Good. There is no short version,” he admits, his face is already lighting up the way it does when he talks about things he loves, making me all the more excited to hear this idea of his. “So, when I was in college—”

“Where?” I ask, cutting him off already.

“Oh, um, the Brindleton Bay School of Design.”

“Nice. Okay, sorry, go on.”

“Right, so I was studying architecture for a bit because it was a weak area of mine, and it’s good knowledge to have because you never know what you’re going to be asked to create in gaming, y’know.”

“Is that what you always wanted to do, be a game artist?”

“Not always. When I was younger, I wanted to write graphic novels.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I only ever finished one, though. And once I finished it, I never really got the same inspiration to write another, and then I started getting into digital art and, like, 3D modeling and stuff.”

“Do you still have it? The one you finished?”

“Of course. It’s locked away at my parents’ house.”

“Can I read it sometime?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “it’s, um, too personal. I like you, but I don’t know you that well yet.”

“Fair enough. Anyway, sorry again, you were studying architecture.”

“Yeah, and I got really into it, like obsessed.”

“Like the aspens?”

“Oh, so much more than the aspens. There’s just so much, y’know. It made me want to create these whole worlds that are set in different places and in different time periods, right. And then I wanted to bring them all together somehow, so I got this idea for a video game where you have this character who travels through time in their dreams, to each of these worlds, and each one is like a level with its own story and objective, and they’re each like a piece of the puzzle of the overarching story of this character’s life. And, like, the world they visit in their dreams each night would be determined by the choices made during their waking hours, right, so the story itself can change depending on how you play. And I know it’s a lot, but I know I can design it, I’ll just never be able to make it functional. I’ve tried to learn how to code, but my brain just doesn’t work that way. And now I’m rambling, but I can’t stop talking because now I’m nervous to hear what you think. Actually, don’t tell me yet. Do you want one more drink?”

My cheeks hurt from smiling as I listen to him, completely mesmerized by the passion in his voice, and the way the energy is practically vibrating around him. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like him. And I certainly don’t want this night to end, so I say, “Yeah, just one more.”

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