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[way2gosuperrstarr]

(have people ever heard of muting tags and blocking to curate your online experience and what you like to see . do people forget about that)

[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

May i request this but with jack, jamil, and trey? (If u can leona too but if not im totally okay with those three cuz i simp for them so hard lol) gn! Pretty plz and thank you :D

I actually think it's been over a year since this ask appeared in my inbox... I have been considering shutting this blog down but at this point I think it's dead in the water anyways 😭... um enjoy?

Jack is a pretty large guy so that being said he doesn’t shirk his responsibilities when it comes to taking care of his partner

Not only is he extremely careful before and during the act, he is incredibly attentive to your needs afterwards

He always takes care of you first and himself afterwards no matter how uncomfortable it may be

Jack always starts with asking you how you are feeling and what-if anything-you could possibly want or need at that moment

Only then does he start futsing around the room looking for stuff and cleaning up

He wants to give you a second to just rest afterwards and he’s tired himself but as soon as he comes off the high all he can see is his partner looking tired and disheveled and he immediately wants to fix that

After waiting patiently and somewhat painfully for you to come down and finish resting he quickly swoops in and does all the rest for you

Bath? Check. Cozy towel large enough to drown you in? Check. Fresh bedding and blankets so you can rest again when clean? Check. Clothes in the laundry? Check. Fresh comfy clothes ready for you in the bathroom? Check.

This man is so shy he gets the bath ready for you and then leaves, telling you to lock the door as if anyone could get past him

It’s almost like he didn’t just see you fully bare

You have to ask him to come in and wash your hair otherwise he will wait outside to make sure you feel comfortable and that you have your own privacy

All in all: a big softie who loves you too much to put into words

Trey is another softie when it comes to aftercare

He is one of the most considerate and kind individuals you will ever meet (at NRC that is) 

Regardless he is exceptionally thoughtful and would NEVER let you go without some sort of care after doing it

Trey prefers to move you off the bed for aftercare because he doesn’t want you to sit in the potentially dirty sheets for too long

He thinks it’s very important that you clean yourself off thoroughly after sex

He will run a bath or start a shower or whatever you prefer and ask if you would like his help or some privacy

If you ask for help he will be very respectful as if your body doesn’t affect him at all (although you know better) and carefully soap up a rag and wipe you down\

He is the kind of man that has chemical free soaps for situations where you might have to wipe down more intimate areas to avoid potentially irritating them

And you will clean those intimate areas as he will clean his as well, not because he is a germ freak, he just gets concerned about infections: your health is always the most important thing to him

His next step will always be changing the sheets while you are still showering or bathing, he wants you to be able to relax on a fresh bed while he pampers you

After that? It’s all up to what you are interested in, a massage, reading, watching tv, just relaxing? You got it

Of course he will have a sweet treat prepared along with a second glass of water (cause you know he made you drink one immediately afterwards)

You have to get some sugar and energy into your system after exerting so much energy and he is firm in this belief no matter how energized you feel afterwards

Overall he is a 10/10 in and out of bed

Jamil is less flexible when it comes to aftercare, not in a bad way, he is just very set in what he believes you need and will require that you let him take care of you that way or he WILL refuse further intimacy

(He’s manipulative like that)

All that said it’s really all because he’s used to dealing with Kalim who doesn’t take his own health into consideration nearly enough as he should and his controlling tendencies typically make themselves known when it comes to aftercare

He has very specific steps that he follows and really you should just let him because they are all catered to your needs and health

Everytime you guys are together he has some level of preparation: there's a snack and water on the bedside table and a rag in a dish of warm water, and a clean dry one to follow

He will wipe you down nearly immediately afterwards no matter how tired he is, he cannot allow you to be sticky or get an infection

You are allowed to relax and rest with him in bed after that but only afterwards

But not for too long because Scarabia is very hot and if you guys are in his room he wants to change the sheets as soon as possible and he does this by running you a bath in his private bathroom

He adds a sensitive-skin chemical-free bath bomb and allows you to just relax for a hot second while he cleans up his room

Of course he checks in with you every few minutes because Kalim fell asleep in the bathtub once and now he fears you might do the same and accidentally slip under

When he has finished cleaning the room he turns his full attention to you, making sure you are washed and dried with gentleness and accuracy

His special form of aftercare though is something completely unique to him

He wants to do your hair

It doesn’t matter what color, length, type at all he will know how to take care of it and will do so with surprising care

He uses a quiet blow dryer/diffuser and combs out your hair till it's perfectly untangled

He uses scalp oils and hair mousse and anything else he feels the need to add and afterwards sometimes depending on how he feels he will add little braids and charms

Jamil misses doing his own hair every morning before he learned how to do it with magic, it was how he relaxed and prepared himself for another long day at work. It was something he could take his time in and be as controlled or as free as he wanted with it, so of course he wants to give you the experience he loved do much

Another 10/10 with aftercare and general caretaking but that was to be expected from someone as prepared as Jamil

Ok don’t get me wrong, Leona cares a ton, he just has no clue what he is doing at all

He is still ridiculously sweet in his own gruff “I’m pretending I don’t care about you but if you so much as wince I’ll carry you everywhere for a week” sort of way

Definitely did not pay attention in Sex-ed so he doesn’t know squat past the basics of the actual act

He is naturally prone to foreplay to some degree so it’s not so bad the first few time you do it

After that one time you disappeared into his bathroom for a while and confessed that you were a little sore the next day he freaked out…on the inside

He maybe sort of gently refused sex for a little while out of concern and confusion

Once he realized he couldn’t just ignore the problem and wait for it to go away he resigned himself to researching aftercare methods

He was hesitant to try them out at first but still made an effort

Started with having some water by his bed for you or offering to let you take a bath and slowly but surely got better

His care is still pretty minimal though, it pretty much consists of getting you clean and comfortable and then cuddling with you until he decides it's acceptable for you to leave

Despite this, he is always careful with you even when he is being “rough”, he wouldn’t admit it but you are his world and if he ever did anything to you by accident, he would be devastated

Side Note: Ruggie refuses to change Leona’s sheets unless paid now so he always teases you afterwards but doesn’t really mind cause he’s getting something out of it lol 

[cryrovo]

Hello again :) im the anon with idea for a request. What I had in mind was something a bit angsty with a *happy ending, of course, along the lines of reader who is pregnant and something happens to her that she gets hurt/injured and Gojo flips out. Nothing tooooo bad happens to the resder but she needs apecial care or extra attention after. Thank you again for accepting this a giving it a try💙💙💙 you are the best and can't wait to read whatever you put out next🤗🥺

“Toru im fine, really” it’s a phrase you catch yourself repeating too often as of late. But oh, you don’t think he actually believes you. Because every step you take, he’d be there, and in a way, he can’t bring himself to relax.

“I know, baby girl. I know,” he’d reassure, but do anything but leave you alone. And he’s got a nerve to call you ‘baby girl’ again, as if you were helpless. Well, in his eyes, you are.

You’ve got him kneeling at 7a.m to help you put on a pair of tights, gently rolling them up your calves, your heel resting on his thigh as he kisses your own, kneading your plump flesh while pulling the waist band over your overflowing belly until it’s safely secured in its place.

“I’m gonna crush you” you scoffed silently, masking your worry under a layer of annoyance as your brows furrow at his act of care.

“Nah” He actually enjoys it and you don’t know why, your weight must be heavy as you lean your whole body with your hands on his shoulders, but it’s never a problem “I’m the strongest, don’t you know it by now, pretty thing?”

Toothy grin send your way, so cocky it makes you roll your eyes. Sure, he is.

Getting ready to work is hard, especially 8 months pregnant. You could easily stop working, you should, but you never want to. It both worries and amuses Satoru to no end “are you sure you’ll be able to handle today?” asking almost sickeningly sweet, your husband couldn’t help himself from making sure, just one more time.

It makes your nose twitch in annoyance, brows scrunched as you let out a frustrated sigh “Yes, thank you very much” your response is nothing short of sarcastic but that didn’t do much to deter him from worrying “and I mean, I’ve been handling you, a literal man child since forever, so I think I’m fine dealing with a bunch of teenagers for a day”

He knows you're capable, but he's also aware of the newfound boundaries your pregnant body can't deal with. You're creating another life and in all of this he's got to be the one reminding you to take it easy.

Smirking, he continued adjusting your tights up, pausing for a brief moment to let the baby kick his hand. He loves your spunkiness, your determination. It reminds him of your high school days when you'd fight hell and back to prove your worth.

"I learned my lesson,” he replied lightly, that teasing glint back in his eyes, throwing a playful glance towards you before standing up, helping you find some stability. "You're damn stubborn, but that’s part of your charm I suppose."

You let him capture your lips in a soft kiss, thumbs absently rubbing circles on your cheeks, a gentle reassurance and encouragement etched in his gaze "just try to take it easy today. If possible, give me updates in between for a good measure, alright?”

Your gaze narrowed on his, but the corners of your mouth twitched up into a small smirk. With his help, you stood up straight and tall, teeth clicking together as you adjusted your clothing one last time.

"I can't promise anything” The warning is lighthearted, your palm patting his cheek before picking up your bag ready to leave, so there’s no more talking about it.

As you head out, his arms naturally circle around your waist, supporting your heavy body with an ease that only he can manage. A cute grunt escaped him, but his smile never falteres. “Well then,”

"You're gonna be late if we don't hurry," he mumbled against your ear, gently tugging the shirt to make sure everything was even.

"And when you’re at it,” Satoru said once you were hopping into the car, straightening up and gazing down at you, hands resting on your belly, caressing it gently, "don’t make me regret sending you off alone."

He really hopes you won’t. Your husband, always the busy, had a lot to do throughout the day, and you knew so.

Although frustrated he couldn’t accompany you to school every single day, it was something he had to make peace with.

In the end, he needed to accept that he couldn't hold you back. But that didn't mean he'd stop worrying about you.

In the breaks, Satoru caught himself checking his phone frequently, waiting for a buzz with a text from you. A small smile graced his lips, a bubble of joy filling his chest as he read the message: "Tea is good," along with a photo of a fancy cup

It was not much, just a small digit of information, but it helped ease his mind for a while. At least until he got not as pleasant phone call from Shoko, making him cut short his mission and rush back asap.

He could recall only glimpse of it. Accident. Infirmary. You.

He shouldn’t have let you go there. He fucking shouldn’t. Guilt eats at him with each step, heavy and ground, echoing through the small corridor. Anxiety chips at his sanity, bubbling along with frustration and worry; a mix of emotions Satoru isn’t good at surpassing.

The last time he’d seen you was at home, and he curses himself out for not making you stay, when you quite clearly shouldn’t even be near this damn building.

Satoru isn’t angry often, but when he is it’s undoubtedly a scary experience, and everyone knows so. He’s aware he’s projecting now, panicking and probably overreacting but how could he not?

You’re his wife, his love, the mother of his unborn child. Of course he’s crazy about your safety.

Hurried steps carried him closer to the three students sitting on the bench, all looking up the moment they heard him approach. Yuji was the first one to try and talk, but quite clearly, his teacher had none of it. “Sensei-“

“Silence.”Satoru glared at the trio, his eyes sharp and cold, demanding obedience through voice and sheer presence.

Finding his breath trembling with anger, a rarely shown emotion from him, he crouched in front of them, and even with eyes covered his frustration was palpable. "Didn’t I clearly say to keep an eye on her?"

Accepting nods from each of the first year's with their heads hung low in shame was still not enough to calm Satoru down "so why the hell didn't you?" he bellowed, snapping their heads up, the guilt in their eyes doing little to placate him.

"We thought she could handle herself” Megumi stuttered out, his voice barely above a whisper. It truly was a misfortune, if that makes it any better, and in this case it doesn't seem important; you are, and the thought of anything happening to you, unacceptable.

Satoru's eyes narrowed, taking in their pouty faces, looking like they had just seen a ghost. "You thought wrong" he spat, standing back up immediately, taking a step back.

"Whose idea was it?" his chest heaved, each breath an effort as he tried to calm his nerves, pushing his palms into fists. His hands trembled as if all of his anger and frustration were physically manifesting as is fearing the answer, although knowing well enough whose idea it was. He couldn’t even be mad at the kids for long, he firsthand experienced how stubborn you can be.

Surprisingly, all three stayed silent accept for murmurs of ‘we’re sorry’, not daring to look up and acknowledge his question. Still, by the looks they were sending one another, he by now figured it must have been you.

It warmed his heart a little, knowing how devoted they were to not snitch even in face of consequences. With a heavy sigh, Satoru rubbed his temples with his index finger and thumb, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

"Alright, we'll discuss this later," he said calmer than before, his voice laced with both resignation and acceptance. Turning on his heels, he started walking away, stopping short after a few steps.

“I’m going to deal with you three in a moment. Stay put” seeing his students so remorseful stilled his anger, forcing a deep breath out of him as he nodded for them to follow his orders.

The frustration he had moments ago dissipated, replaced by a heavier, more solemn feeling. He knew he shouldn't be mad at them, but the thought of you in danger because of your own stubbornness made him feel like he was suffocating.

Gathering his thoughts, Satoru headed toward the infirmary, the sight of you on one of beds meeting his gaze, talking casually with Shoko as if nothing happened- when it did.

Taking a moment to tone down on emotions before closing the door behind him, he made himself known, and from his face alone, it was obvious your husband was worried sick.

Your own face scrunched in an apologetic pout the moment you registered his familiar presence, and you even put on a sweet tone he knew you always used when you felt bad.

“Satoru, please don’t start...” of course you’d say that, he couldn’t help but scoff as he inched closer, watching as you put away the small container of fruits onto your belly- a comical sight, but he couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to it now.

"Start? Start what?" He replied, glaring daggers at you, your pacifying actions seemingly going unnoticed.

“It was a misfortune-“

"A misfortune that led to you fainting. It’s not ‘nothing’, you’re pregnant for Christ's sake” his voice was unusually cold as he cut you off, but the underlying love and care for you shone through.

Despite feeling a pang in his chest, a sliver of guilt for the situation, he knew he couldn’t let it go, not today, not with you right in front of him and clearly went against his wishes when you were supposed to take it easy.

His voice was stern now, worried yet firm, his blindfold long pulled from his forehead to let his gaze search for answers in yours. He didn’t want to scold you, but he absolutely had to get to the bottom of this. Turning to Shoko, he let out an exaggerated sigh, his voice gravel as he spoke “Shoko, how is she?”

The woman hummed softly, rubbing a hand over her tired eyes before glancing at Satoru "Not as bad as before, except for some minor cramps from overexerting herself. Heart palpitation, it’s a good thing those kids brought her here. But please, she insists on going back to teach tomorrow."

Satoru's nostrils flared,m, shaking his head in disbelief. A nervous laugh escaped his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Absolutely not," he replied firmly, turning back to address you sternly. "You heard her. You're not going back tomorrow. You’re not coming back at all. I’m putting you on bed rest from now on"

You expected much, sure, but home jail? An exaggerated gasp left your mouth, hand reaching to squeeze his arm, a gesture of pleading and disapproval as you tugged on his sleeve, puppy eyes trying to guilt trip him into letting this go but the frown remained on his face. “b-but Toru-“

"No," this time, there was no place for discussion, his mind already set on things and completely convinced. "you stay home, no ifs, ands, or buts.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but Satoru quickly raised a hand. "I don't want to hear it," he said decisively, already feeling a headache form from the nerves "How is it looking?”

“I’d prefer this cutie stay here for an observation, at least till tomorrow” the brunette’s words carried tingle of amusement seeing your face contract in betrayal as the two seemed to have a silently gang up on you “S-shoko!”

"It's settled then. I won't let you go anywhere,” he declared, turning to the woman. “Make sure you put your foot down if she tries to argue.”

"You really underestimate me don't you?" You retorted back, your voice rising slightly as you pointing an accusative finger at both of them. "I am fine, really! I've been through worse, remember?"

You placed a hand on your stomach, giving it a gentle pat as if trying to reassure yourself. "I promise, I promise I will be careful next time. Really, really!"

“No do, you’re staying.” Satoru once again, was quick to shush you down, taking a seat on a chair next to your bed, not stopping himself from feeling your stomach, as if to reassure himself you were once again safe and sound, like he wanted you to. “Now take care of those grapes, and I don’t want you leaving any behind”

Your eyes landed on Satoru's concerned expression, softness creeping into your voice, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for upsetting him.

After all, he was merely trying to protect you.

Defeated, you sighed softly and relented, a small frown tugging at your lips. Crossing your legs, you resulted in taking one of the fruits from the container, clicking your tongue in displeasure, but what could you do? It was quiet clear by now that you lost this argument.

“Fine then. I’ll be lying on the couch like the fat potato I am” you whined but frankly, today had just been wearing you out. Regardless, it was clear you understood why he was upset. It wasn’t common for you, but with your current state, it was due to accept the defeat as it was.

A small sigh you, and you found it all frustrating and sweet enough to just roll your eyes. “You're way too overprotective, you know that?”

Your smile softened when he laughed along, letting his hand rest on your knee. "you expect any less from me?" his gaze drifted towards you affectionately, the tension starting to dissipate, replaced by the usual comforting warmth you shared.

Taking a deep breath, Satoru’s worries seemed to calm. "I mean it though" he said it gently, trying not to scold, but inform. Seeing the examination records, the earlier imprints of distress and worry still evident in his eyes, Satoru tried to take a deep breath. "no more working for you, little lady"

You gave him a small nod, a sweet, apologetic smile brushing across your lips. He knew you'd be stubborn, always had been, but he also knew you'd try to make it up to him. And perhaps, to some, it was a surprising sight—the way you’d try to comfort him in this situation.

“You’re always worried” muttering softly, you laced your fingers with his in an attempt to take away his worry.

“I guess I am” humming softly, the anger he felt previously was distant now as he leaned closer, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, his hand sneaking teasingly towards your chest-

"you guys are gross" shouting from the other side of the room, Shoko’s voice broke you two off in an instant "either stop mingling in my infirmary or i'm banning your husband from visitng"

"hey, no fair-"

[niefics]

“JUST FRIENDS” — P.SH X FEM!Y/N

Sypnosis : Y/n L/n struggles to keep her friendship with her closest friend Sunghoon normal, however they struggle horribly, fighting their urges for him in more ways then one. PART ONE !

Warnings : not proofread, car sex, making out, cursing

Word count : 1052, idk if I fw it fr but wtv

— His soft lips touched mines as we softly kissed in the tight space of his car. My phone vibrates as I break the kiss to check to see what it was. “Shit, my friends are wondering were I went.” I spoke grabbing my things rushing to put my jacket on and fixing my hair. He watched as I rushed to gather myself. Especially after the make out session we just had.

The party I was at was getting very boring anyways, my friends enjoying it more then I was. The smell of weed making my head hurt slightly as I hung around my friend until I noticed sunghoon, across the party staring at me, telling me to meet him at his car.

I felt my chin get pulled closer to sunghoon, his lips touching mines again, whipping my slightly swollen lips after. “Text me whenever you get ready to leave, we can finish what we-“ “I don’t know Hoon, my friends are planning to go to another party soon, so we might have to finish this another time.” I spoke as I got out of the car shutting the door and walking back into the party to see my friends.

“Y/n, we’ve been looking for you, for 20 minutes !” One friend spoke worriedly. I tried my best not to worry them and not inform them that it was my close friend sunghoon I was with, making out in his car as I ignored their first few texts until I realized it’s been 20 minutes. “Guys im fine don’t worry I was just tour for some fresh air that’s all.” I lied sheepishly. “Don’t do it again before telling us, we thought you got kidnapped or something!” Another spoke.

Sunghoon sighed in his car after watching me leave so quick and suddenly. It’s been almost 3 months since the night I helped him out with his aching boner. After sleeping together for a second time after ditching a party, it was his idea to become friends with benefits. His feelings for me are bigger then what he thought they were. Normally if had a “quick fuck” he wouldn’t be this upset if it got cancelled so suddenly.. but he was and he couldn’t understand why.

Maybe it because of all the time hes recently spent kissing, and being intimate with me. Either way he was so upset the quick session ended so soon.

“Should we go to the next party now ? There’s so many cute boys there, and jakes there y/n! Maybe you might get lucky ?” My friend spoke, Jake was a simple crush I had, until I realized how much of a flirt he was. He knew I liked him but never said anything thankfully, the only reason I know now is because of of sunghoon, who was know where to be found inside the party. Maybe he just was ready to go home early after a night of partying, something I wish I could do simply because I just didn’t want to go to a party near Jake and his fuck boy antics.

Sunghoon sat in his car staring at message he was gonna send to me. “Text me when you get ready to leave the second one ?” He shook his head, starting to delete it until he saw 3 dots pop up from me.. and just as soon as it popped up it disappeared. Maybe that night he asked for my help was a simple mistake. His horny thoughts were getting to him that night, maybe I was truly using him for just sex like expected, whatever it is he wanted more of me then ever. “I really need you right now.” He quickly texted, hoping that I could make a good excuse to ditch my friends for the rest of the night.

Believe it or not, I wanted him just as much as he wanted me right now, but there was no way I was gonna be able to even leave for the rest of the night.

“Ahh, the weed smell is making my head hurt, you guys mind if I walk outside for while ?” I spoke. “I do have to agree it is strong in here, but answer our texts and calls!” One of my friends spoke, I nodded quickly walking off to see sunghoons car telling him I’m on my way.

Getting into his car, I see a shit eating grin growing on his face. I smile too getting in quickly. “We have to make it quick!” I spoke. Both of us being pulled to the backseat quickly to have more space.

— my dress was around my waist bunched up, as I sat on his lap riding him with a fast yet slow pace from time to time. Squelching noises, noises of the leather of his car and my quiet whines were the only thing heard besides the sudden passing of a nearby car. The fear of being seen long gone.

We kissed sloppily as he thrusting into me, my hands wrapped around his neck. A constant vibration was suddenly heard, my head shoots up looking for the noise of my phone, sitting near on the back seat. “Shit.. it’s my friend.” I spoke, trying to pull myself together. “I have to answer.” A breathless moan leaving me as he kept the same pace. “Fuck- I’m close .. ju-st, just answer it, I’ll slow down.” He spoke, slowing down as I answered.

“Hello ..?” I spoke, trying to keep my moans under control. “Y/n where are you? We’re a getting ready to.” I felt as sunghoon slammed into me from under. Making my knot that was tightening quickly. I gasped muffling my mouth with my hand looking into his eyes as I struggle to swallow down the pornographic moans. He gulped, struggling to hide his moans and groans, his hands bruising my ass indefinitely. “Are you okay ?? You seem like you’re out of breath.” “No! I’m .. I-m fine.” I rushed out, clenching around sunghoon the more I stayed on the phone call.

I patted his chest trying to get him to slow down, fearing to get caught. Sunghoons fear of getting caught long gone, “fuck, y/n-“ my eyes grew big surprised by his sudden words knowing they heard.

“Wait, are you with sunghoon?”

[in1-nutshell]

HEYYY I absolutely love your stories and im so happy to finally request something SO if it's possible can we have human fearless buddy meeting predacon buddy cuz like i can just imagine human buddy not stopping until they get to ride on predacon buddys back. But if not then don't worry about it! Thanks :]

It's been a hot second since we've seen Fearless Buddy, its good to see them back!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy meeting Old Predacon Buddy

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader, Human reader

MTMTE/TFP

For once the universe decided to give this old predacon a break from traveling across dimensions.

But they didn’t count on someone else to travel to theirs.

In mtmte dimension…

Buddy was walking to Megatron’s poetry club.

They hadn’t been very attendant to the club as the paperwork somehow grew overnight.

They suspect someone is secretly putting more in their pile each time they go to sleep.

Maybe they should get Nightbeat to investigate that.

Buddy walking to the club room when the portal appeared.

“Haha okay Brainstorm. What’s today’s experiment?”--Buddy

The portal begins to drag Buddy in.

“Hey, no more jokes, I got to get to club.”--Buddy

Buddy tries to go back away from the portal, but the intensity is growing stronger.

Panic starts to settle in as they try to grab on to the wall to slow down their drag.

“HELP! ANY BOT AROUND! SERIOUSLY I DO NOT WANT TO END UP ON THE OTHER SIDE OF WHATEVER THIS PORTAL LEADS TO!”--Buddy

Whirl comes racing towards Buddy stopping short after feeling the portal’s drag.

“HOW DO YOU KEEP GETTING YOURSELF IN THESE TYPES OF SITUATIONS?!”--Whirl

“SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU SEEN ME THROW MYSLF AT A PORTAL?!”--Buddy

Whirl already close to the wall starts inching slowly towards Buddy.

Buddy’s hands start shaking.

“WHIRL! I’M SLIPPING!”--Buddy

“NO, YOUR NOT!”--Whirl

Whirl looks around for anyone.

“IF ANYBOT HAS ANY AUDIALS RIGHT NOW WOULD BE A GOOD TIME TO LISTEN AND GET HELP!”--Whirl

Buddy’s hands start hurting as the portal gets stronger.

“HEY! THERE’S NO GIVING UP SQUISHY! JUST A LITTLE LONGER! PRIMUS WHY IS THIS THING SO LOUD?”--Whirl

“I’M TRYING WHIRL!”--Buddy

Whirl reaches for Buddy with his claw.

“C’MON BUDDY JUST A LITTLE FURTHER. REACH ALREADY!”--Whirl

Buddy is centimeters from grabbing Whirl’s claw when some light tendrils wrap themselves around Buddy’s waist.

Buddy, horrified, takes one last look at Whirl.

“Whirl?”--Buddy

The light yanks them backwards sending them tumbling into the portal.

Whirl tries jumping in after them, but the portal disappears before he could follow.

“No…no! NO!”--Whirl

 Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Megatron, and Roller come in running but stop when they see Whirl on his knees shaking slightly.

“Whirl? Where’s Buddy?”--Megatron

Meanwhile in tfp…

Buddy was napping in one of the sunnier hangars close by when the familiar sound of the portal woke them up.

They are silently preparing for another round trip to wherever the universe deemed it necessary to go to this time.

They are not expecting something small and fast to come straight for their face.

Thankfully Buddy was able to stop the small projectile with their servos.

The portal closed leaving Buddy slightly confused.

They then look at what came out of the portal and were shocked to find a human laying in their palm groaning from the sudden trip.

Fearless Buddy groans as they rub their head in pain.

“Why can’t I get soft landings all the time?”—Fearless Buddy

“I hear you kid.”—Predacon Buddy

Fearless Buddy’s eyes shot wide open when they realize that they are in the servo of a giant mechanical dragon.

“…I know this might be a lot to take in—”—Predacon Buddy

“I’m in another dimension, aren’t I?”--Fearless

Predacon Buddy looks at them slightly baffled.

“Yes… this isn’t your first time?”—Predacon Buddy

“Believe it or not, after being around the Lost light for so long, this is just my typical Tuesday.”—Fearless Budy

“I’m guessing your team of Autobots have quite the travels then.”—Predacon Buddy

“Oh, it’s not just Autobot’s. we got Con’s, Neutrals, Megatron, and all—”—Fearless Buddy

“Wait did you say Megatron? He is on your ship?”—Predacon Buddy

“Yeah? He’s an Autobot now. He surrendered and now he’s Co captain of the Lost light with Rodimus Prime.”—Fearless Buddy

“… I don’t think I’ve been to your universe yet. At least your war is over, right?”—Predacon Buddy

“Yours isn’t?”—Fearless Buddy

Predacon Buddy shakes their helm.

“Not yet. It’s just a small number of Autobots against the rest of what’s left of the Decepticon army.”—Predacon Buddy

“Yikes.”—Fearless Buddy

Predacon Buddy huffs.

“Yep, I didn’t get your name kiddo. I’m Buddy.”—Predacon Buddy

Fearless Buddy’s eyes widen in a bit of excitement.

“Really! My name is Buddy too!”—Fearless Buddy

Both Buddy’s laugh.

“We definitely have to go by nicknames though.”--Fearless Buddy

“Your right.”—Predacon Buddy

“How about I go by Fearless? That’s a nickname I have back on the ship.”--Fearless

“Why do they call you fearless?”—Preadcon Buddy

“Because I fear nothing.”--Fearless

Predacon Buddy raising an optic.

“If you say so. I think I’ll go by Pred.”--Pred

“Pred?”--Fearless

“Because I’m a Predacon.”--Pred

“Ahhh. Makes sense now.”--Fearless

Pred starts walking outside.

“Where are we going?”--Fearless

“You’ll be staying with my team until the portal comes back.”--Pred

“How long does it usually take?”--Fearless

Pred shrugs.

“Depends. Sometimes a few days, sometimes a week.”--Pred

“…I’m getting so much paperwork from Magnus when I get back…”--Fearless

The team was very confused when Buddy came back to the main room with a human in their servo.

Even more so when they give them the explanation.

Though some things could have been explained better.

Especially on the topic of Megatron.

“You’re telling us that old Bucket head surrendered? That the war is over in your universe?”--Bulkhead

“Yep.”--Fearless

“And he is Co-captain of your ship with who?”--Arcee

“Rodimus Prime.”--Fearless

“So did Optimus…”--Smokescreen

“He is back on Cybertron with some of the others. Our ship is searching for some mystic knights of Cybertron. I’m really just there to tell Earth that Megatron is behaving.”--Fearless

“… But if he is in chains—”--Ratchet

“Woah, woah, woah who said anything about chains? He’s Co captain.”--Fearless

“There’s no such thing as Co-captain.”—Ultra Magnnus

“I think my Optimus made up the term so Rodimus didn’t get sad that his ship was getting taken over by Megs.”--Fearless

“Megs? He lets you talk to him like that?”--Wheeljack

“He hates the name but I do it anyways.”--Fearless

Miko and Wheeljack looking at Fearless.

“I like this one.”—Wheeljack

“Same.”--Miko

There is a bit of discussion about Megatron after that which Buddy makes it very clear that their Megatron and this one are completely different.

They are so sure that their Megatron can beat this one with no sweat.

There is some concern about this.

“Miko, you said you had a picture of Megs from this dimension, can I see?”--Fearless

“Sure! Here’s one where he still had the dark energon in his system.”--Miko

“What’s dark energon?”--Fearless

“Something I’m glad your universe doesn’t have.”--Pred

Fearless takes a look at the picture.

They put the phone down and then started dubbing down laughing.

“OH, PRIMUS HE LOOKS LIKE HE IS ON DRUGS! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE SOMEONE SEND THAT TO ME OR SOMETHING HHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”--Fearless

Predacon always stays by Fearless’s side.

They know too well how out of place it feels to be in a new dimension.

Whether you wear it on your face or not, it can still shake you up a bit.

Fearless does have a near whiplash at the bots they have in their dimension.

Fearless constantly demands dragon rides.

And somehow Pred always falls for it.

They are just hoping that the kids don’t catch on to that.

Fearless looking up at Ratchet.

“Can I help you?”--Ratchet

Fearless just smiles.

“It’s nice to know that grumpiness is a thing most Ratchet’s have in common.”--Fearless

“What?”--Ratchet

“What?”--Fearless

A little while later…

Fearless staring intensely at Magnus.

“What you looking at?”--Pred

“When is Mininus coming out?”--Fearless

“Who?”--Pred

“Oh, I get you. He hasn’t told you yet. Well, if he doesn’t want you guys to know yet then I won’t spoil the secret.”--Fearless

“What secret?”--Pred

Fearless makes a zip noise and walks away.

Fearless and Miko are no longer allowed to be in the same room alone together.

It’s a week later when the portal comes back.

Fearless makes sure to say all their goodbyes and thank you.

There is an extra hug snuck in between them and Pred.

They summersaulted into the portal as it closes.

Meanwhile in mtmte…

Megatron is taking another walk around the ship to calm his nerves.

The portal opens and drops Buddy in the middle of the hall.

Megatron stays still and waits for the body to start moving again.

The body moves slowly, as Megatron slowly speeds up to it.

He carefully turns the body over and nearly weeps in joy.

“Hey Megs, sorry for being late for club.”--Buddy

Megatron just rest on his knees and hugs Buddy close to his spark.

“Megatron?”--Buddy

“Just… just let me hold you little one…”--Megatron

Buddy pats his chassis leaning on it hearing the faint sounds of his spark humming.

CRASH!

“BUDDY!?”--Whirl

[elrielffs]

Can you please explain these scenes? When I first read the bonus chapter, i didnt look too much into it because I was enjoying the scene of elain and azriel. that wasnt until i joined this fandom and realized how hated they are.

•Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They'd always been prone to vanish when she was around.• Some people make this as something bad, why?

•Azriel ignored the question. "The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another." He had never before dared speak the words aloud.• I heard people say he's entitled to her because his brothers got the other two sisters? again, I never paid attention to this at all and didnt think much of it.

Look, now with the convo with gwyn. it was cute little thing, i didnt think much of it and thought it was whatever (off topic. im just so used to friendships in the boys of tommen series that i didnt think of it as romantic 😭 like joey and lizzie idk) it really shocked me to find out they were one of the most popular ships. but please explain!

Sure anon!

To the first, antis try to make like Azriel's shadows disappearing around Elain is a bad thing, that the shadows are a part of him and shouldn't disappear and this means they don't like Elain ergo Elriel incompatible.

But we've seen in the story where Azriel's shadows when not in a standard normal state do disappear when he is more relaxed and around people he trusts.

The shadows don't hate Elain. They lit up across the room at Elain's laughter. They helped Azriel present the necklace to Elain on solstice, when Nesta and Elain argued, the shadows are described as ready to strike at the thought of someone hurting Elain.

To the second. People taking things out of context or twisting it to be bad. Stating that Azriel feels entitled and refers to Elain as "the third". But in the sentence he is talking to about everyone that way: two brothers, two sisters...the third. Not just Elain. Antis just ignore the sentence structure Azriel was using to refer to everyone and hone in on "the third".

This also makes antis think that Azriel feels entitled to Elain and just wants a mate but they have it backwards imo. Azriel isn't questioning his religion, the cauldron, the mother, a mate bond with another male just because he wants a mate and figures "the third" of the Archeron brood should be his like they are collecting Pokemon.

He's asking these questions because of Elain herself. Remember when the brothers first met the sisters. They both stilled. Remember that Azriel has always been drawn and willing to go out of his way to help and be around Elain, remember that Azriel was willing to die to save Elain from Hybern's camp, remember that Azriel knew what was wrong with Elain before a "supposed mate", remember Azriel can smell the mating bond between Azriel and Lucien when he shouldn't be able to.

Remember most of this happened before anyone knew that Nessian were mates or even together. Azriel is questioning the cauldron not only because he is displaying mate like behavior when Elain already had a supposed mate, that she doesn't like or want but because he wants Elain so badly, he wants her to be his mate. He wants Elain to be his mate not because she's the third Archeron sister but because she's Elain.

And to be fair, with mate bonds already being rare, what are the chances that two of the Archeron sisters are mated to two of the most powerful Illyrians ever but the third is not, especially when he really really really wants her to be. I think it's a fair question to ask and is also something SJM is having us ponder...along with the 6 sided star representing balance.

As for the whole scene with Gwyn, others have broken this down more succinctly but basically: Azriel's powers react to Gwyn much like Nesta's did, I believe Gwyn was put in there to crumb that she has more powers that we don't know about (Lightsinger Theory). Spark has been disproven to mean mates as it has been used between non-mated people, people who aren't even couples, and hasn't been used in every mate bond therefore it's a false equivalency.

And my big take away is...if you took the scene where Azriel and Gwyn actually spoke to each other and replaced Azriel or Gwyn with anyone....it's very very platonic. Antis read too much into it because they don't have many scenes for their ship but really, if you inserted Emerie and Azriel, Feyre and Cassian, Mor and Rhysand you would see that it's just a normal conversation that's been twisted and overblown.

And that's basically what happens anytime there's a scene between Elriel or with Gwyn. Antis twist the narrative and make Elriel scenes bad and ignore canon while with Gwyn, any interaction between the two means they are ready for a full blown romance and are so flirty and into each other when...they just aren't.

So there you go, hope that helped clear some things up for you.

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Lucifer & Mammon with a Goth MC! : basically my thoughts on what the brothers reactions would be, how they would handle having a goth partner, ext.

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Hello!♡ this is my first time doing anything like this lol. Its probs gonna be bad at first, but ill work on it over time! Mammon couldnt be yellow, because i can't find the yellow, sorry. :< Feel free to reblog or leave you're thoughts in the comments! Add on to my ideas or whatever! Anyways enjoy my little idea. Sorry for any jokes, spelling errors, or grammar errors in advance! Without futher distraction, content!! ♡

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Goth MC! who does the make up, the white foundation the "crazy" eyeliner, the black/grey or dark color eyeshadow and blush. Classic black or red lipstick with matching nail polish on the Mc's fingers. The saggy looking hair that matches the make up, oh so well. Goth MC! Who has the unkept look, but at second glance you can tell their well kept. At least to some extent. The Mc has raggy, ripped looking outfit but upon closer inspection its clear the outfit is perfectly kept up with. Goth MC! Who has an over extent looking outfit, looking like rags on rags, and the Mc has a dead looking apperance appearing to have risen from the grave. Almost the perfect example of a goth baddie. How will the brothers react?

Lucifer

When Goth MC! tumbles down into devildom for the very first time, the most of a reaction they'll see Lucifer give is raise of eyebrows, a subtle hint of curiosity.

Lucifer is oddly intrigued by this Mc. Him being the Avatar of Pride he takes appearance seriously. Not as serious as Asmo. Lucifer finds this MC to be endearing however. The way the MC seems to not care what others think of their appearance, captures his attention.

Lucifer originally thought it was the freedom Goth MC seemed to have that captured his attention. Maybe he wanted to be free of his prideful nature and be able to do crazy things like this MC. Bit dramatic Luci. Lucifer wanted to believe this, but he found his mind wandering to Goth Mc as he worked on paperwork. He apprectiated the look the MC has going. He thought it fit the MC perfectly, eventually he would tell the MC in attempts to swoon them. But for now he continues to sketch paperwork occasionally getting distracted by thoughts of Goth Mc.

Once Lucifer is dating Goth Mc, he compliements them constantly. Yes, there is the personality compliemnts but im talking compliements to the Mc's gothy aesthetic. "My dear, you look as heart stopping as a vampire." You'll either crack up at the almost dad pun. Or swoon at how it matches you're aesthetic. And hey? Who doesn't like being compared to a vampire?

Lucifer will treat his Goth partner like Goth royalty. We're talking the best goth attire. This Mc gets the best make up, outfits, accessories, you name it, Lucifer will get it, top price too. Although he would love his partner no matter what he has a reputation to upkeep so the best as always MC. Stop saying you feel bad he wants to be you're sugar daddy silly.

Lucifer will proudly take Goth MC out. Fancy restrauants, cute little outings, just grocery shopping together? He will either hold the Mc's hand or the Mc should hold his arm. If not his hand is on the Mc's lower back guiding them. One, for protection, two, he wants to show this Mc off. Especially if the Mc has talked about people being ashamed of their goth attire. Lucifer is proud of his Mc. He's proud to call the Goth little human his. So you should be proud too!

Lucifer adapts easily to understanding you. (If you tell him goth culture he listens and remembers what you tell him well) He doesn't even realize it at first but he slowly adapts to doing things in a gothic sense. Normally lucifer would give his partner red roses, but for this Mc it was always a black or grey type of flower, whether roses or anything he could find, he would get the flowers in a color that would fit the Mc's aesthetic choices.

Mammon

Mammon comes to get the Mc after the Mc arrive in devildom. Luci orders him to babysit us. So here Mammon comes marching angrily to pick the Mc up from R.A.D but when Mammon marches into the student council room, he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of the Goth Mc. Although the Goth Mc almost reminded him of his debt collectors, (the witches or something similar, just dark aesthetics thats what I assume the people Mammon gets in debt to look like) Mammon couldn't help but find the Goth Mc attractive. Mammon is so lost in thought that he'd be standing there staring at the Mc with his jaw dropped.

His brothers begin to tease him and the Mc manages to snap him out of his lovesick trance, Mammon immediately goes tsundare on the Mc. "Oi' what do you think you're doing human?!? Looking like some kind of a freak!! Did yah just crawl outta' a coffin?!?!" Mammon manages to say this with his hand covering his mouth, muffling his words to an extent. He is blushing like crazy and avoiding eye contact, telling the Mc everything they needed to know.

Dating Mammon is quite interesting. Goth Mc is drawn to darker things, maybe things considered "odd" or "scary" to other. But- "The Great Mammon doesn't get scared!!!" Oh great. Now hes sobbing and clutching onto the Mc for dear life. Council him and pretend he was a brave boy. He needs it man.

Mammon is really good with fashion, and when he has Grimm, he loves spending it. So he will get the Mc goth attire and make a big deal about it, how they should be grateful. yada yada although Mammon will never outright say it, he's just grateful the Mc accepts his gifts and chooses to be with him.

If anyone gives the Goth Mc problems over their attire, mammon is quick to defend the Mc. Doesn't matter who's saying it. Their wrong. Mammon knows a gem when he sees it. Thats treasure standing there, as a perfect goth little human.

Mammon goes to lots of places. On errands for the witches. He sees lots of stuff, when he sees stuff that matches Goth Mc's aesthetic, he will gladly get it for them. If he has the Grimm he pays, if not.... "Hey! I'm a demon, whadda'yah expect?!?" Can you really blame him? He just wanted to spoil his partner.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed! ♡ I plan to do the rest of the brothers, as well as: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon. I'm going to also do Luke but that will be purely platonic. Might even add more with these characters if the thoughts arise! So if you enjoyed this stay tuned! Lots more thoughts & drabbles to come! Stay safe & remember to drink water loves! ♡

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[bibibudin]

This Sick Affection~

Brahms Heelshire x F!Reader

Heyo~ the crowd has spoken and ya Filthies~ wanted first person pov. So I decided to mix this one up. I think I might make this a series... maybe we shall see. I guess it depends on what the crowd wants! Please let me know what you beautiful Filthies~ think!

Just a little Drabble in Brahms perspective~

Warnings: Mentions of killing/hurting, obsession, strong desire. (If I missed anything let me know)

Brahms POV~

I felt the strong need to have my hands on her, the way it would feel to squeeze her flesh tight. Not wanting to let go as if she would disappear from my sight. That’s what I was afraid of after all. The fear of losing her was something I didn’t dare to imagine, yet I did. Day in and day out. It cursed my brain every time I cast my eyes over her lovely form. I needed her from the moment I saw her and the moment I was able to have her it was even worse. 

If kryptonite was Superman’s weakness then she was mine. She was the flint to my steel that I needed to spark the well needed flame in my life. I was completely and utterly obsessed. Obsessed with the way she carried herself around the house, taking care of that stupid doll that should’ve been me all along. Im so glad she accepts the true me now. I’m obsessed with the sway of her hips and the hums that fall from her lips as she dances around the kitchen, cooking for me while she plays her favorite tunes. I’ve come to know some of the music she plays, I listened carefully to every single word. I wanted to know what she liked the most, although I hoped it was me who she liked best. 

I was obsessed with the way she read to me, how she would become one with the book. She got so invested in conveying the story, keeping me completely immersed in whatever she says. The one thing that had me on a hook for her the most, like a fish latching onto a Fishermans bait was her kiss. Her sweet soft kisses she would plant on my porcelain skin every night. It was bliss, it filled me with such passion. Such drive to ask for more but I didn’t. I was afraid that if I wanted too much I’d push her away. She told me that wasn’t possible, I really tried to believe her but it was hard.

Yet every time she kissed me I would forget the worries that consistently racked my brain. The soft wings of a butterfly blowing away all worries that clouded my thoughts. She was that butterfly, the beautiful image upon her wings blessing anything and anyone who is lucky enough to see it. I desired her so much. More than anything on this planet. I’d hurt whoever even thought bad about her. I’d kill for her. Whatever she asked me to do, I would do it without hesitation. 

If only she knew how desperate I was for her affection. How desperate I was for her. Would it scare her away? Or would she crave my sick affection, wanting more than what I let on?  

Thank you all for reading! if you liked this one you should check out my other Brahms fic here. As always if you enjoyed it please let me know in the comments or by reblogging. I love reading peoples tags it brings me life. Want more?? lmk!! Thank you Filthies~

[ao3-shenanigans]

I have a fanfic related question im struggling with, and figured that this would be the best place to ask. So:

I wanna write fanfiction for a game franchise that may or may not have a super cool animate series that drew me in, but I find myself unable to play the game itself due to hardware issues. However, because of this (and the fact that the game is massive, thus making it an actuall challenge to watch on youtube as its like a good few dozen hours of content) I'm struggling to find ways to properly immerse myself in the setting so I can make my fics as cannon-accurate (aka as believable) as possible. I know timeline videos and the like exist, but in my mind there's a sharp disconnect between being told about something (a faction, a location) and being able to fully absorb and understand the details of it myself. And yet, I really, REALLY wanna write for this fandom. Any tips? In case it helps, the fandom in question is Cyberpunk.

Ah! I have friends in that fandom!

Everyone connects with fandom franchises differently, so to recommend a way to really connect will be difficult. One of my friends loves playing the games, another enjoys hour long video essays and another enjoys forums and discourse

My best suggestion is for you to just write. Write the story you want to tell and allow yourself time and space to fill in details that you want to be accurate later. Accurate is good- but honest and heartfelt in fanfiction is better.

The brackets method works really well for this, for example:

She turned her head twords the towering city skyline. The neon signs advertising [FILL IN ADVERTISEMENT] hurt her eyes.

For a series as massive as Cyberpunk with a game, an anime, AND a ttrpg, anything goes. There are so many cracks and crevices within the world that if you want Militech to go up against the Voodo Boys gang or whatever- it’s totally believable. Additionally, not many people read fanfic for the accuracy, more so the vibes (which I think a few play through clips can provide)

Ultimately, writing for a fandom should be about writing to enjoy yourself - so have fun with it! Allow yourself to not be accurate!

[konigsblog]

I really love reading your character analysis posts and wondered if you would write one for Gaz? He is my ultimate favorite boy and I want to get your perspective on his personality so maybe I can get a good idea when creating content. He is SO unappreciated in the fandom! Half of the time when people write for 141 they exclude him and replace with Konig or Alejandro!

my personal gaz analysis. - kind of struggled with how i analyse his character, but i feel this is something like it :) hopefully it makes sense, not too sure whether im 100% on this though.

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i view gaz to be someone who takes his job somewhat seriously... he's a very talented and skillful man, a hardened soldier that doesn't like too much criticism. i feel like his ego is boosted due to being a very skilled soldier; perhaps he'll get offended or annoyed at anyone who brings up flaws, which he believe he has very little of them. like könig, he doesn't enjoy criticism. being told that he's too lean and should try get more muscle like johnny gets on his nerves, he doesn't like being told what to do and usually wouldn't ask for help unless it's a life or death situation, because he overworks himself and believes he should know and understand whatever it is he's struggling with.

due to this, he's a genius. of course he doesn't know everything, but he spends time educating himself so he can either teach someone or do something independently. he likes being the one to teach, as it makes him feel like he's helping someone. gaz enjoys helping people, like i said before, it boosts his ego; able to support his teammates in every situation. sometimes he overexercises himself, distracted with the music blarring in his ears as he continues to exercise.

gaz is a very chatty person, maybe not as much as john, but he always knows how to lift someone's mood, always. he can make someone laugh or smile with just a few words, seeing someone smile makes him laugh 'til you're both in giggling fits. definitely enjoys inside jokes as it's a personal thing that people can joke about without explaining. loves, LOVES cracking jokes at stupid times, not depressing or terrifying moments, or maybe he will just to lift the energy and see people chuckle quietly. you can see this when price and gaz are on a mission and he cracks some jokes every now and then.

i don't really have a lot to say about gaz, but another thing i feel i should mention as that he wasn't originally going to be apart of the military. i don't know why, but i can see him being intrested in being a doctor, wanted to go to medical school before falling for the propaganda and joining the military. met some very cool people there, his friends, and has no regrets. although at first, he hated it. his superiors pushed him because they knew he'd do well, and he didn't believe this was made for him, 'til he realised how talented he was that he passed selection with full marks, which made him slighty cocky about how good he was.

also, im not saying gaz is too lean. but he's the smallest out of the 141, so i'm assuming that some soldiers would compare him to others.

[astranite]

CH2 of Where was he? Pancakes.

Behold, a second chapter!! Thanks for everyones lovely comments and encouragement! I did not quite mean to stay up until midnight finishing this, but ADHD and I'm excited about this!! Enjoy!!!

@idontknowreallywhy yes im going to sleep now.

@edutainer2022 The rest of this, as you've already seen the first little bit!

Tumblr part 1 :)

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Instead of pulling away from his brothers and getting to work like drill sergeant at the back of his mind nagged that he should be doing, Scott sunk into the group hug. Just a while longer. He needed this.

"What do I do now? I don’t know what to do now," he asked, or rather mumbled into John's t-shirt where he'd smushed his face. 

There. He'd admitted it even to himself. And his brothers. 

His voice was small where he'd meant it to come out as a demand or at least a question, not a pitiful cry for help.

Gordon gripped him tighter and so did Alan, and Scott was already leaning into Virgil's enveloping embrace at his side and John's fingers were still in his hair. 

He didn't actually know what to do with the mess he'd made of the kitchen or the unfinished pancake batter. The useless bowl of ingredients couldn't even be put back in their respective packets because he'd mixed them together because he hadn't thought further ahead than throwing them in. They were wasted. 

The idea of sifting apart flour and sugar and the baking powder that was possibly in there until it was like nothing had ever happened buzzed in his brain. Every solution he could come up with to undo it all was summarily discarded as they were impractical, impossible or simply ridiculous. Life didn't work like that. You didn’t get a do over on your mistakes, and even if anyone could it certainly wouldn’t be him getting the chance. 

But he didn't want to give up. What Scott wanted was to eat pancakes with his brothers, to get to laugh together without the pressing weight of the entire world on his shoulders.

Alright, at this point he would definitely prefer to jump out of One without a jetpack than face the kitchen, or y'know go cry in the shower. He had such great coping mechanisms. 

Just it was easier to think in the middle of a crisis. The present moment swallowed up all the mistakes of the past as the only thing that mattered in the universe was the next several seconds in the now. Doubt didn't have time to eat him alive; there wasn't time for vegetables to go mouldy in the bottom of the fridge. 

Maybe he'd dissolve into a puddle of suspicious goop too. Ugh, then someone would have to scrub the floor, which he'd be responsible for doing given it would be his fault if he liquified into hypothetical ooze. 

Gordon interrupted his thoughts, sing-songing out his name, "Scott, Scotty, Scooter, what can we do to help?" 

If he knew how they could help, that'd solve a lot of problems. 

Scott shrugged. Caring too much left him in the same place on the outside as caring too little. 

His brain steamrollered over Gordon's clarification of whether Scott wanted suggestions for what they could do.

The batter needed to be finished except that needed the eggs and other whatever it was that they didn't have, the fridge stuff needed to be dealt with by putting it in a place that wasn't the fridge, but those containers would have to be cleaned—

When A plus B equals C, you've still got to work out what bloody A is to find C.

"None of you deserve to have to clean up my messes," Scott burst out, "I should be able to do this on my own if I can just get my act together."

I don't need help. I've totally got this, I'm fine. I'm so completely fine, not that any of you would believe me if I said that. Not that he was doing a particularly good job of lying to himself right now either.

He was barely managing not to yell. 

His mind ran at lightning speed even as he knew he was missing out on the looks the others were throwing each other over his head.

He kept going, "I'd been meaning to do this for you guys, you know, as a nice breakfast we could enjoy on our day off..." Scott's voice jammed in his throat.

His brothers were here supporting him, but he still couldn't fix any of these problems because he was the cause of them.

"Scott." Virgil was as always his rock, there for him when Scott couldn't figure out which was was up. "You. Are. Allowed. To. Ask. For. And. Accept. Our. Help."

With how awful he was at remembering that no matter how many times everyone told him, he should let them permanent marker it onto his forehead and be done with it.

"We all need help with stuff. It doesn't make you incapable," Gordon said.

Scott never begrudged fetching Gordon heat packs when his back was bad so he didn't have to get up or rubbing at the sore muscles after missions or assisting with the physio exercises Gordon still had to do.

Alan butted in, “I mean I don’t like chores, ‘cause who does, but Scott, that’s totally unfair if you have to do everything!”

"Sprout, it's alright, I don't do everything," Scott reassured automatically.

Alan gave him a look of utter teenage incredulity. "Yeah, but you try to."

John’s arms tightened around him as he rested his chin on Scott’s head and said simply, "We help each other, on missions and at home. That’s who we are.”

Scott could hear the smile in John’s voice as added, “So, how about breakfast?”

He took a deep breath, filling up his lungs before letting it out, allowing his brothers’ presences steady him. “Breakfast.”

"They're Scott-special pancakes but that doesn't mean we can't all help," Gordon ruled firmly.

"We'd all rather that than you having to do it all on your own." John hesitated then added, "Scott, you remember when we used to cook with Mum and Dad? Sunday mornings, all of us crammed in the kitchen in our pyjamas, covered in flour, everyone helping out?"

Of course he remembered. It had hurt too much to think about for years and the ache of loss was still there, but now he had a chance to make new memories with his brothers right beside him. His small smile matched John's.

"It makes them more special, not less," Virgil said, "Because we get to spend the time together."

"Yeah Scotty, we want to hang out with you," Alan finished, and that was that.

The group hug transformed into a mission planning huddle, though John and Gordon remained propping Scott up on either side. 

Gordon was bouncing on his toes in anticipation, the fins on his clownfish towel flapping. "Okay. Where were we? Oh yeah, suggestions for us helping if you want us to give suggestions, because I don't want to stomp on what you're doing and take away your control over it 'cause that's really not actually helpful. But I do know how hard the 'thinking up what people should be doing' is when your brain is—" Gordon waved a hand about to complete the sentence. "So, yup."

Scott pressed his shoulder to Gordon's in silent appreciation of his thoughtfulness in the face of Scott's overwhelm. That's what he was, overwhelmed. 

"Having some ideas would help. Please."

"We'll clean up the kitchen together. We've all had a part in leaving stuff in the fridge too long," Virgil said calmly, like there wasn't any shame in it. Scott filed that away in the back of his mind for later consideration.

"Alan can take One to Aotearoa and get the eggs and blueberries. He needs the practice flight hours anyway," John put forward.

Alan’s face lit up as he immediately shook off Virgil's arm around his shoulders to jump to the ready. “Can I? Scott. Scott, please? I promise I won’t scratch her, I’ll be as careful as I am with Three, in fact I’ll be carefuller! Wait is that even a word? So can I?”

"Nope. Not quite a word," John chipped in affectionately when Alan had to take a breath.

"Alright, alright." Scott held his hands up. "But you'd better bring her back in one piece or you won't be getting any pancakes," he joked. Mostly. As long as One didn't end up wedged in the swimming pool...

One last moment was spent in the huddle with his brother as Alan darted back for a goodbye hug, no matter how short the flight would be. 

Putting their hands out in the centre in a stack, grinning at each other, they yelled in unison, “Tracies are go!!!”

Alan ran towards Scott's launch chute entrance, tossing over his shoulder, "Don't let Gordon eat them all before I get back!"

Gordon's indignant, "Hey!" was lost as the painting swung around, taking Alan with it.

"He does know that we need the eggs to make the pancakes which he is getting, right?" John asked as an aside.

"Eh, he'll work it out." Scott was looking after where Alan had gone wondering when their undeniably littlest brother had grown up so much. That applied regardless of continued brotherly taunting ‘cause wasn’t like he, John or Virgil had ever grown out of it.

Finally, the rest of them returned to the kitchen. Scott steeled himself as he stepped over the imaginary threshold separating it in the open plan design from the lounge.

The containers of spoilt food were sitting out on the bench where he'd left them, condensation dripping from the outsides in the subtropical heat. Unfinished pancake batter loomed from its bowl. Where would he even start? The multiple frying pans he'd need to cook such a big batch with were languishing in the bottom of the sink too.

Gordon set his hands on his hips, in a stand off against the mess. "Okey dokey. Scott, would you rather do dishes, begin emptying out the containers or make coffee so the Virge doesn't keel over? We'll split up the rest between us."

Scott found himself wandering over to the coffee station before he answered. It was the easiest, most straight forward task right now.

He bit his lips guiltily. "Can I?"

Virgil was already standing beside the sink, putting on an apron. He waved a pink rubber washing up glove at Scott in a 'go ahead' gesture, idly chewing on the corner of his flannel shirt collar.

That was about as much as he'd normally get out of Virgil before coffee, excluding missions and brotherly crises as this morning.

Scott inspected the array of coffee types set out in the cupboard next to the overly complicated, super fancy coffee machine Virgil insisted they have. It had more knobs and dials than Thunderbird Two's console he swore and that was already far too many, but Scott couldn't deny it made the best coffee.

None of that mattered though because above the machine was a laminated sheet of paper covered in Virgil's blocky handwriting outlining exactly the steps he had to follow in the order he had to do them, the same as a pre-flight checklist. Scott relaxed. Like a math problem, if he took it bit by bit he'd eventually end up at the right answer.

He'd make a cup for himself too. Not that it would wake him up, thanks ADHD, but he enjoyed the taste and it might do something for his focus.

Virgil's favourite coffee brand came in an electric green package with its name written in an indecipherable font most expected on a death metal album cover. Though at the strength Virgil drank it, it was pretty fitting. Scott had tried a sip once. Only once, as drinking undiluted tar was not his cup of, well, coffee. But Virgil loved the stuff.

Scott made the coffee and got out their biggest mug with the silly, absolutely tiny in proportion Thunderbird Two perched on the handle for his brother.

After passing Virgil his coffee, his brother turned it this way and that then grinned up at Scott. "Did you draw Two in the middle of the froth for me?"

Scott fetched his own coffee, before standing next to Virgil to squint into his mug. A lighter blob of foam floated in the centre. Those bits on the side could be the stubby wings. Though maybe Virgil was kidding, but he might not be so if he saw the Flying Turtle, the Great Green Bathtub, Thunderblob Two, who was Scott to protest artistic genius?

"Happy accident?" Scott told him as Virgil rolled his eyes and nudged his side.

Gordon stood on tip toe to look too. "It's not green. I mean, I could make it green!"

Virgil hunched protectively over his coffee. Do not get between Gordon and food dye was wisdom learned early.

"I think it looks more like Four," John deadpanned to significant outrage.

Scott cackled as Gordon attempted to mess up John's hair in revenge, both of them laughing at each other.

The coffee was warm going down as he took the moment to lean on Virgil as they both quietly sipped theirs, watching the others' antics.

His own mug had a comic of a Boeing aircraft crashing then bouncing down a runway, captioned 'boing.' Scott had giggled when he saw it in amongst the other mugs in the cupboard as he always did since Gordon and Alan had gifted it to him on his birthday, and decided he needed that today.

He held up for Virgil to inspect, along with John and Gordon glued together in their tackle hug. 

Laughing, he read the text out loud, complete with sound effects.  

Several hilarious minutes followed of them all repeating the sounds between them, bouncing around, echoing and playing off each other. Scott grinned so hard his cheeks ached. He needed this. 

Maybe it was the placebo effect or the time spent freely messing around with his brothers, but with the coffee in him Scott was starting to feel a little better about the world and possibly himself too. 

Better enough that he could face approaching the counter of suspicious containers to help Gordon.

Gordon was currently inspecting them with equal parts fascination and repulsion. He poked at the box Scott had found wedged at the very back of the fridge. 

"Do you reckon that's last month's meatloaf? Or maybe it was the stew. I think it's got its own ecosystem!"

Nope, nope, nope. It looked like it was about to crawl away. "Do not open that, Gords!"

Virgil and John gathered behind him, peering over his shoulders. Scott could tell without seeing exactly which utterly icked out face John made.

Come on, Scotty, he told himself, you've dealt with grosser things on rescues. And in raising very little brothers; he certainly did not miss some stuff. 

"We can sacrifice one container, right?" he said. Right? You had to know when to call it in the hopeless cases.

Unanimous noises of agreement were rapidly made. The container was summarily carried over to the bin with caution equivalent of handling radioactive waste. Scott wouldn't be surprised if it set off a geiger counter.

The punnet of blueberries he'd meant for the pancakes joined it. They were well beyond salvage. 

Scott tugged a hand through his hair, trying his best not to let the guilty regret swallow him up. The frustration surged, as even though they'd finally cleaned out the fridge and dealt with the stuff, he hadn't been able to prevent the waste happening in the first place.

He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he and Gordon wiped out the shelves so they could put back all the non-archaeological bottles of lurking sauces that he'd also taken out to get at the other stuff. The patch of mystery sticky substance probably didn't require as much scrubbing force as he was putting into it.

...it wasn't a mystery. It was the strawberry smoothie leftover from a morning Gordon had made too much that Scott had spilt while getting it out midnight to fuel his deadline induced frenzy of report writing. That had been only after he'd realised the reason he felt so shaky and sick was that he'd forgotten to eat all day despite several heavy, exhausting rescues.

After wiping up the last of it, he tossed the cloth into soapy sink with a splash. Immediately he was apologising for startling Virgil as the cloth flew past him as he did the dishes. 

There went Scott and another stupidly impulsive action. No one even had to tell him off for the gaping hole to open up in his chest. He stood in middle of the room, feet rooted to the floor, frozen as he resisted the urge to storm off to One's hanger or some other darker, damper crevice to curl up and probably sob about such a dumb mistake, so he wasn't abandoning his brothers.

Gordon's much smaller hand slipped into his own. 

"Do you wanna take a break, Scotty?"

Silently, honestly, Scott nodded. 

He followed Gordon's lead as he tugged Scott over to the patch of clear floor in the lounge by the full length windows.

Then, because this was Gordon, he just lay down on the ground with an exclamation of, "Floor time!"

Scott got down next to him and flopped onto his back staring upwards. At least attempting to work out where Gordon's offbeat schemes were going was a distraction from his thoughts tearing him apart. 

Virgil and John were still working away in the kitchen. The guilt gnawed. Scott screwed his eyes shut then rubbed the heels of his hands over them, hard enough to see spots before he opened them again as he really shouldn’t do that. He wound his fingers through the hem of his shirt, fidgeting.

Blue sky stretched above them, framed by the edge of the roof. Beyond the glass, sun shone through the cloudless expanse. Scott let himself relax into the floorboards.

"See, it's all good if you need some time out. We're proud of you, big bro." Gordon edged closer to press their shoulders and sides together.

"Thanks," Scott whispered.

He fixed his gaze back on the sky outside, on the wide, open, beautiful sky.

 "How did you know this would help?"

The fish nudged him. "Sometimes a change in perspective is what you need, getting in the ant's eye view if you will. You're too tall, the air gets thin up there."

"Like you'd get the heights, fish sticks," Scott joked.

Gordon's impression of mock offence, complete with hand clutching at his chest and shocked gasp, was ruined by his giggles.

For a moment he grew serious again, amber eyes taking Scott in. "And like literally it’s also a break so the rest of you can catch up with your brain. I get when there's so much going on up there anything extra tips you overboard."

Slowly, the world felt less like it was about to end as he briefly met Gordon eyes then turned to the blue above.

Scott bumped their heads together. "Thanks, again for everything."

"No problem, I'm always happy to help my bros."

It was impossible to miss the emphasis that this very much included Scott, despite him being the eldest.

Lying on the floor with Gordon in a pool of sunlight streaming in cut through the frantic spiralling he had been nose diving into again. 

Scott calculated the windspeed outside from the movement of the small branches at the tops of the pōhutukawa trees he could see upside-down at the corner of his vision. Little bits of leaves and debris, a constant pain to clean up on their heavily vegetated island danced across the concrete patio outside. 

"You reckon it's blowing about twenty, twenty-two kays per hour out there, Gords?" he said.

Gordon levered himself up and leant towards him to get a better look over to the ocean. "Yeah, thereabouts. Twelve knots."

They heard Virgil's hum from the kitchen before he chipped in, "Closer to twenty-four or so kays, I'd say."

"Bets all in?" The mirth in John's voice was obvious as he pulled up a holo, though Scott didn't doubt he had his own number in mind. "Our weather system puts Tracy Island local windspeed at twenty-two—"

Scott pumped a fist in the air.

"—Point nine kilometres per hour." 

Gordon cheered. "AKA twelve point four knots, boom!"

Scott rolled his eyes and high-fived Gordon in celebration.

With several more breaths of watching the sky, he sat up, stretching his arms above his head.

"Ready to go, Scooter?"

Scott stood before giving Gordon a hand up from the ground. "Yeah, I am." 

Coming back to the kitchen, the first thing Scott did was fall into Virgil's offered hug before he, Virgil Gordon and John gathered in a circle to work out what was next. When John got too wobbly on his feet to keep standing, he hopped up on the counter, sorting through the papers that had been stuck under the fridge magnets as Scott handed them to him. Categorised piles formed from the sticky note and post card debris heap before his eyes.

Alan's holo popped up on the com. "Hey everyone!"

Scott jumped at the sudden noise before grinning at his little brother. 

"I swear I was listening but what am I supposed to be getting, again?" Alan said, twisting one of his hoodie strings up before tucking the end into his mouth to chew on.

"It's alright Alan. Get a dozen eggs, actually make that two dozen if we want to have any for breakfast another day. The blueberries, a couple of packets. Bananas, while you're at it. Maybe more maple syrup, I don't know if we're out," Scott listed as he wandered over to the pantry to check. "More cornflakes!" he yelled back.

Scott returned to the kitchen proper to stick his head in the fridge to find out about their milk situation. He turned back to his brothers after determining they were probably two days from running out.

Alan on the holo glanced up from inspecting the bottle of caramel sauce that had materialised in his hand. "Uhh guys, I kinda missed everything after how many eggs?"

Scott winced. He should've noticed Alan was distracted by the overstimulating hell of a supermarket, and that as ADHDer number three he probably wasn't going to remember all the points on Scott's rambling list, hell, Scott didn't ever remember half of them and he was the one who'd just said them. He hadn't thought—

"Scott, I've got it." John waved his phone in the air before resuming tap-tapping out Scott's dictation. "Allie, I'll send you the list once I'm done.

"Awesome, 'kay thanks! Hey, can I get ice cream, it's half off?"

"Get the one with the marshmallows and the little fish!" Gordon exclaimed as he shoved his way into view. 

Alan hung up before Scott managed to get a word in edgeways. The fish of Gordon's favourite flavour were made of chocolate, not actual fish as Scott had feared the first time he'd tried it.

Alan would have the written list to refer back to, it was all alright. Scott didn't need to worry. Even if Alan had spent a while wandering the shops as One must've gotten there fast, his littlest brother had been more sensible than Scott had been in the past in calling them up for clarification. Or in the present.

It hadn't been the first time and it definitely wasn't the last, but Scott remembered getting sent out to the local shops to get bread as a teen and how he'd made sure to get everything from John's bagels, to the type of cereal Virgil liked and all the other stuff to go on sandwiches for school lunches, except he'd forgotten the bread and Dad had just sighed disappointedly, going back to his way more important work. Scott had barely managed to put everything away before bursting into tears, hiding in the kitchen by ducking below the cupboard level so no one would see at a glance. Damn, he hoped he was doing better than that with Alan.

"Thanks for the save, John," he murmured, approached to lean against the counter next to John.

Typing one-handedly, John reached out to squeeze Scott's hand with his other.

Instead of throwing himself back into the fray with frustrating emotions ready to boil over like he usually would, or joining in with whatever the fish and the tank were getting up to that involved overly loud whispering near the pantry, Scott boosted himself up to sit on the bench with John, carefully avoiding all the papers. With a quiet question so as not to surprise his brother as he was focusing, Scott ended up leaning his head on John's shoulder for a bit to rest. John leant into him too. 

A change of perspective did help. Scott was doing okay. Not perfect, but well enough, no matter how hard that was to admit that when he spent too many nights up worrying about all the things he should've somehow done better. As well, some part deep inside him nudged that maybe, possibly he also deserved the kindness he gave everyone else but never himself. 

Gordon spotted him taking the moment out and they shared a smile. Gordon being Gordon also gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. See? Scott told himself, Progress.

Shortly, Alan's holo popped up again, back in Thunderbird One.

"Groceries are stowed, enroute to Tracy Island now!" Alan chirped.

"FAB," sounded off from all of them.

Everyone was now listening out for the sound of One. Several stomachs growled.

Soon, soon they'd finally have pancakes.

The minutes passed in suspense. Scott put the organised papers back on the fridge, filed them over at the desk or chucked them in the recycling as John directed.

They discovered the fishtank plan in the form of the opened bag of chocolate bits being squabbled over.

"Can we make some choc chip ones too?" Virgil was practically vibrating with excitement. 

Gordon unrepentantly stole a chocolate chip. "What he said," Gordon campaigned, despite Scott knowing that Gordon actually preferred the blueberry and banana pancakes as his top pick.

Finally rockets arrived with a roar, as the pool slid open and One disappeared into it.

Then the elevator dinged and Alan triumphantly stumbled out carrying far too many bags for one person. 

"Good work!" Scott cheered, as he and Virgil rushed to help.

"Thanks, Scotty!" Alan lit up. "Also I'm starving."

"Well we'll soon fix that problem!"

Scott took the eggs and cracked them one by one into the bowl of dry ingredients for his pancake batter. Just to show off, he did it one-handedly. The blueberries were washed and he added them in, popping a couple in his mouth too for good measure. Someone needed to taste test, it was tradition, all the way back to the ranch and small hands trying to sneak around Mum before she bopped them playfully with the sticky wooden spoon. The berries were the perfect ripeness, sweet with that tiny edge of tartness cutting through right.

"The baking powder," Scott began, "I don't—I've got no idea if its in there or not."

The pancakes wouldn't rise it he had forgotten,  they'd fall flat as unfortunate, failed pancakes. But in reverse, if he had put it in and added more—he'd made that mistake before. The resulting puffy ooze resembled a science experiment more than an edible food.

"I found the box of baking powder open on the bench, if that helps," Virgil gave him.

"Yeah, it was right next to the bowl. Looks like it had just been sat down." Gordon confirmed.

Alan's eyebrows were crumpled into an incredibly serious expression as he contemplated. "I think you probably did put it in, Scotty."

There was no guarantee. But he could take the leap, having faith in his brothers and the best guesses they all had.

"Okay, alright. The batter is done then!" he said, putting as much enthusiasm into his voice as he could muster.

Virgil shooed Alan out to set the table , following with plates so there wouldn't so many cooks in the kitchen with the potential to bump the hot stove.

Gordon set the several pans to heat, guarding over them as he added butter, melting and bubbling.

Scott lingered, beating the last lumps out of the mix with the whisk. He bumped John's dangling legs out of the way of the drawers so he could dig out a ladle. 

"Worse case scenario, we will make another batch. We have enough ingredients," John said quietly, just to him as the others danced about preparing things to eat the pancakes with, Gordon pretending he wasn't listening to them also.

Scott could always trust John to think through all the possibilities on missions, even, especially the hard ones. It was more reassuring to know that they had a plan if stuff all went to hell, than pretend it simply wouldn't. Biting experience had taught him better than that. 

This though was just making pancakes for his brothers, not saving the world from high stakes catastrophe. His brothers, who no matter how badly he messed up would always love him. 

Scott ladled batter out into the pans, flipping the pancakes over once they grew bubbly and cooked at the edges.

Even when the first one fell apart and turned out rather burnt on one side as he attempted to salvage it after flipping too soon, they all tore it to pieces and ate it anyway as a snack before the proper ones.

The next turned out golden brown, speckled with the blueberries.

Scott grinned happily, joy bubbling up inside his chest.

He made sure to make some blueberry and choc chip ones, and blueberry and banana ones, separating out the mixture. Then some all of the above ones too for good measure.

Virgil and Alan were singing along to a boppy pop song Scott would probably find stuck in his head later. Gordon twirled around the kitchen, dancing along with his wonderfully ridiculous clownfish towel swirling. John kept him company, nodding his head with the beat before he joined in the singing, swinging his legs slightly out of time, carefree. Scott flipped the pancakes, tossing them recklessly high in the air, waving the spatula and moving his whole body with the music, wiggling his hips and bouncing on his toes in excitement. 

Scott ate pancakes with his brothers, closer to noon than to breakfast time but everyone swore this lot were the best they'd had. They laughed together and the weight of the world pressing on Scott's shoulders didn't feel so heavy.

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

WARNING: mention of drugs...duh? also I’ve only smoked weed a couple times, so Im not sure how “accurate” this’ll be to the stoner stans out there

Reid Smoking Weed

- you only really brought it up as a joke on one of the many occasions Spencer curiously questioned your experience with weed

“Maybe you should smoke with me sometime and get your own answers to those questions, my opinion may be the complete opposite to yours!”

- needless to say, you werent prepared for his response

“Would that be ok with you?”

- you immediately recognised his fears, as well as your own anxiety at the thought of Spencer involving himself in drugs of any kind, considering his previous addiction issues

- but you also knew that Spencer had done every bit of research he could on weed, he knew it was only addictive in severe cases and that the limited damage caused to memory etc as a result of smoking weed is only relevant to habitual smoking. he knew what he was getting himself into, so what he was really asking was whether you would be ok with guiding him through his first, and most likely only time smoking weed

- you agreed, and the that evening the two of you headed back to your apartment after work

- he watched with intense eyes as you rolled a joint and lit it, before bringing it to your lips and taking a long drag of it

“It tastes a little weird, some say it tastes like cheese, others say it tastes like the way balloons smell and raisins, it’s kinda open to whatever you assosciate it with I guess.” You warned him, knowing he may not enjoy the taste at all, as it does take some getting used to

- you looked him in the eyes and he locked his gaze onto you, ready to fully absorb the instructions you were about to give him

“Try to copy exactly what Im about to do. This is your first joint, so dont inhale too much, just take it easy to start off with, we’ve got all night to get through the whole thing. You’re bound to cough, even more experienced smokers do, so dont be embarrassed about that. Are you ready?”

- he nodded wordlessly, and you took another hit, feeling his eyes on you the entire time as you inhaled only a little, held it, and then exhaled, before passing him the joint

- Spencer held it between his fingers curiously, examining it and taking the time to appreciate the fact that he was in fact holding a lit joint for the first time in his life

- it took him a few seconds to lift it to his lips, and you could tell he was hesitant, so you took ahold of his free hand to ease his nerves

- closing his eyes, he let the drug enter his system, only inhaling a little before he started coughing, but he did his best to hold it just as you had

- you patted his back and took the joint back from him, taking another hit yourself

“How was that?”

“Not as bad as I thought, you were right about the taste though...weird.”

“Do you want another hit?”

“I’d like to get the full experience of a weed-influenced high, so however many ‘hits’ I have to take, I suppose I’ll do.”

- with that, you passed the joint back to him and rolled yourself a fresh one

“Take that in your own time, we’ll see how long it takes to kick in and you’ll experience an enlightenment like no other.” You joked, but Spencer nodded excitedly, clearly so unaware of the real affects of weed that he would believe anything you said

- and so, you sat with Spencer, exchanging small pieces of conversation in between bringing your joints to your lips

- it didnt take long for you to notice it beginning to have an affect on both you and Spencer, so you stood up from the couch

“Im about to change your life.”

- Spencer watched you in a daze as you connected your phone to a bluetooth speaker and started playing some super chill music

- you swayed in time with the song, placing your phone down slowly and turning to Spencer, who had his eyes closed in an intense blink as he threw his head back

“I dont know what this song is but I looooove it.”

“Then dance with me, pretty boy!”

- you leant forward to grab Spencer’s hands, and he was quick to lamely place his joint back in his mouth just like you so that you could dance together

- and until the early hours of the morning, the two of you danced in what felt like slow motion, laughing at the dumbest shit imaginable long after you’d finished your joints

- at one point some of your hair fell to the wrong side of your face and Spencer lost it, he was in hysterics for 15 minutes straight, cackling with tears rolling down his cheeks as he laid on the floor

- naturally, the two of you ended up sky high, half naked and making out on the floor as the sun came up

“So, what was your first experience of weed like?”

“I think I have decided - though I cant be sure because Im still very much under the influence - that I will gladly ‘take hits’ with you anytime! But will we makeout every time?”

“Spence, we can makeout without weed, we’ve been dating for three years.”

“Oh yeah!”

[beatcroc]

How do you feel about Theodore Noisevelt? As someone with ADHD I can feel it oozinf out of him so bad I love him so much

noise is the one guy i've kept intentionally 1-dimensional/ comic relief because i simply enjoy tormenting him too much and if i gave him any real depth i'd start feeling bad about it shjsdjsdf. also i dont even TRY to reconcile the unmasked 'just some guy' Theodore J. with noise's regular look because theres just way too much mental dissonance there. hes not allowed to be normal like that theodore j. isnt real he cant hurt me

i started trying to come at this one like 3 different ways and it turns out i have a lot of trouble organizing my thoughts about noise too. he sucks and i hate him. by which i mean hes great and i love him. I think he's one of the best examples of how to make a character legitimately fun and enjoyable despite being a horrible little shitlord with zero redeeming qualities. You just gotta 1: keep it light, 2:CRUCIALLY: make him funny, and 3: as a potent extra bonus in noise's case specifically, make him a huge fucking loser who is only /almost/ able to fully convince you of the contrary.

Point 1 is like 90% just because this game is funny cartoons and leans hard into that, and noise is like, the MOST cartoons out of everyone. like when i say unmasked noise haunts me it's because he does not feel like he should be A Guy. he is a Cartoon Entity. but seeing as pizza tower can also pull a surprising amount of gravitas when it wants to, that last 10% is really just that like. Noise isn't really actively mean? He is an absolute hellion but he's not Mean. More than anything he just wants to get a rise out of people, and though this often entails being destructive, none of his bastardry really does much lasting or large-scale damage [compared to, perhaps, lets say, pizzahead]

2 wraps pack into both other points; he's funny both because it's cartoons, and because he's a huge loser. A tangential point to both of those that fits here though is that he's fucking like pathologically obsessed with peppino. Which is really par the course for like half the characters in this game, and i do think at least half the reason he targets peppino so much is just that peppino is Incredibly Easy to get a big reaction out of, but it also seems like there's more to it that just that? and for noise specifically there's like zero logical reason for it??? He is, in nearly all walks of life, far better off than peppino, and yet. Here he is. Seemingly quite jealous and insistent on tormenting [and perhaps even imitating?] this guy who is realistically quite far beneath him. And like. Why. Don't you have better things to be doing mr. TV star? You literally have better things to be doing but this is what you're dedicating yourself to you fucking little weirdo. And it's not even like a genuine hatred! It's a bit! They're still like lunch buddies off-camera or whatever! I forgot where I was going with this im moving on

Point 3 is just. He doesn't have any fucking friends? You can kinda get the vibe of this normally but getting his campaign REALLY drives home how much emptier all his shtick is than peppino's. And this would potentially be kinda sad if not for the fact that 1. He doesn't care at all and 2. It is his own damn fault. for being such a such a petty little gloryhound. like for the most part the cast of this game is pretty befriend-able but noise is only particularly interested in being the center of attention at all times; and he will lie, cheat, and kill to make sure it stays that way. and again hes allowed to do this because its funny cartoons. and also because no one cares. its just like yeah, that's noise, he's our local bastard, whatever. he puts on so much bravado and no one is phased by it they all know he is full of shit. he never drops the act because GOD FORBID he not be the coolest and best at everything forever and everybody else just kinda lets him believe it and/or let him believe he has them fooled. there's also the occasional peeks that he hates but then like BRO WHY ARE YOU DOING IT???? YOU CAN STOP. NOBODY WOULD MIND!! IVE SEEN YOU HAVING CASUAL LUNCH WITH PEPPINO!!!! anyway. i think thats pretty much everything i wanted to say.

tldr: thank you funny cartoons

[miumura]

MY PENPAL — WAIT WHAT?!

23. what? (written)

WC : ~ 0.7K + lowercases intended

you couldn’t stop thinking about the letter you got the other day. as you laid in bed, you rolled over to your nightstand to grab the strange letter.

“i know what you’re doing.” as you read the sentence over and over again. well, she’s a stalker pretty much. how does hari know all of this? you were scared because you honestly don’t know if shes watching you right now. she could be but that would be going way too far.

you sighed and tossed the letter back. you didn’t want to stress about a harmless threat the whole night. your sleep is more important than that. even though you tried convincing yourself it’s nothing much, it never seemed to work.

this whole thing was sketchy. you didn’t know why���everything was just so weird. why would she get access to your mailbox and swapped your letter with something else? this was giving you a huge headache, but you had to figure out why she was doing this. it was way too concerning. this is behavior even allowed in your school? you didn’t know anymore.

“you know yeojin, it doesn’t add up. i thought this whole penpal situation was secretive? how did she have mines and his?”

“yn, shes a total psycho. shes been trying to claim something that isn’t hers, kind of embarrassing i might say.”

“she’s been getting on my nerves lately. i don’t know, i guess i’ll just go back to ignoring her. sunghoon looks like he enjoys her company anyways, i don’t think it should bother me much.”

“you should stop overthinking!”

“im trying.”

as you headed towards your locker, you kept thinking of whether you should confront hari about it. do you tell her straight up to stop being annoying? no—she has way too much power for that. random thoughts went through your mind, soon interrupted due to some commotion in the art room.

you listened attentively—only picking up a few words from the conversation. you were so sure you heard “i like you”. the art room’s back door was surprisingly open, so you peeked through from there.

your face dropped. there was hari, kissing sunghoon. your rival. wait no—crush. that’s right, due to your curiosity, you saw something you wished you never saw. you saw your enemy kiss the guy you’ve been gushing over lately. she confessed to him. he probably accepted it. what the hell.

as you processed whatever you just saw, you ran out. you ran as fast as you possibly can. tears were starting to build up as you start to feel a stinging pain in your chest. you just couldn’t believe what you saw. oh how you wish your eyes were playing games with you. you were so sure they kissed. why did this have to happen to you?

you didn’t care if you still had classes to attend—you wanted to go home. no one should be seeing you this devastated over a guy. who would feel okay after seeing your crush potentially being with someone else, let alone kiss your worst nightmare? the tears just wouldn’t stop.

as you entered the house, you went into your room and cried for who knows how long. an empty feeling suddenly hits you. you wished you could stop your negative thoughts but you couldn’t. you lost your chance to her.

you weren’t going to deny it—hari was pretty. it wouldn’t have been surprising if he had fell in love with her. with all those clingy actions who wouldn’t? you couldn’t help but to be insecure—it was a normal human instinct.

he was the first ever guy you extremely liked. he was perfect and you didn’t know it sooner. you could’ve been able to get with him sooner. maybe you did have a chance but you screwed it up by realizing it late.

hari was one step ahead of you. she won over sunghoon. she won over some stupid game you never agreed in.

you wanted to be able to feel love. you are aware of how foolish it was. but all you wanted was to experience what it's like to be with someone you really care about. if love was going to hurt this badly, it might as well be avoided.

maybe it just wasn’t for you at all.

you smiled bitterly as constant thoughts repeated in your head. you completely gaslighted yourself that they were in a relationship now. you’ve come the the realization that you and sunghoon wouldn’t be close anymore. he would be too busy, trying to make her happy. he wouldn’t try to clear out the entire claw machines for you, he wouldn’t make you laugh to the point where your stomach hurted, and you wouldn’t be able to go on those “study dates” with him anymore. it was never going to happen again because of her.

you cried even more.

this wasn’t some typical romance plot that you would see on television. usually, a main character’s crush would also fall in love. but yours?

you assumed he fell in love with another.

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[lexa-griffins]

Lexa accidentally summons incubus Clarke on Halloween night

It was supposed to be a funny joke. The pentagram and the summoning, it was all a ah ah joke. Its Halloween and she's an single childless adult with no plans who found a scary looking book at years sale and she thought it would be funny to try.

Lexa doesnt believe in demons. Or angels. Or god. This is just a way for her to amuse herself and maybe scare herself just because its the day for it.

She doesnt recall much for latin lessons but its enough for her to know how to pronounce the words in the book to summon something that Lexa can vaguely translate as "sex demon". All she needed was the pentagram, a few red candles that she already had laying around and a willing soul. Lexa is not too sure id that means "willing to die" or "willing to fuck" but to be fair she could be classified as both.

Nothing happens as she suspected. She repeats the words once more and nothing. The third time she does it there is mocking in her voice, cocky saying them as apprehension as quickly been replaced by the smugness of a non believer.

"I knew it was bullshit." She whispers, turning to blow out the candles. As she does, the entire circle of flames goes dark.

Did she leave a window op-

A flash of light as the flames burn once again, brighter than before. In the middle of the circle something starts to take form and Lexa scrawls back, away from the light. Flames. Hell.

"Hello there pretty pet." Low and raspy, almost as if inside her head a voice whispers to her.

Lexa closes her eyes, the light too bright for her to see. As she opens then back again the light is gone and in its place a woman. No, a demon.

Curled horns exit the woman's skull through her short blonde locks, glowing as bright as the fire that surrounded her moments before. She is naked, staring Lexa with her piercing blue eyes that could ignite a fire in Lexa's core.

"What-" Lexa's stunt as she stares ahead.

The woman scrunches her nose and licks her lips as if she can smell Lexa's arousal wafting through the air, and Lexa wants to close her legs and squeeze them as if that would keep her away.

Glorious body fully on display, Lexa can only describe her as the physical embodiment of lust and temptation with her voluptuous breasts and her soft yet impressive dick soft that hangs lazily between her legs.

"What are you?" Lexa asks incredulous. Whatever she is, she's definitely not human.

"A demon. A sex demon. Some say incubus others succubus. Humans are rather weird with the gender thing, let me you. Should you not know that, tho? Or do you enjoy summoning demons for the fun of it?"

The demon walks towards her, and Lexa finds herself frozen in place, processing it all. She was sure it was a joke. A sex demon? Who would want to have sex with a demon?

"You would." The demon whispers once again sultry and low. Is she in her mind?

"Kinda, im supposed to be able to tell your inner desires and thoughts. Pet, you really want a good fuck dont you?"

Lexa stares at the demon, staring at her with such pity in her eyes, seeming truly sorry for the fact Lexa hasnt been laid in five years. She could lie. Or perhaps she couldnt, the demon seemed to be inside her head. And maybe Lexa wouldn't mind if she was inside of her in another way....

Lexa swallows dryly "Yes..."

A smile curls on her lips and Lexa is hit with a wave of heat, her cheeks red, her entire body warm and her cunt feels suddenly like its burning with desire. A moan over nothing escapes her and the beast pounces her like she's prey.

The demons body is burning above, her skin soft to the touch. Lexa wants to scream at first, but quickly, the burn turns pleasurable, a pain much welcomed. The demon's lips are scalding and addicting, like an exotic spice Lexa can not tolerate yet is unable to stop consuming. Her tongue enters her mouth freely as she presses herself more on top of Lexa, her larger chest a wonder weight against Lexa's.

Releasing Lexa's lips with a bite, the demon traces her devilishly long tongue down her body until she is facing Lexa's dripping cunt.

"The promised land." She hears the demon whispers against her entrance, before her toungue takes a swipe at the wetness.

"Ah!" Lexa moans against the demons' lips.

Burning fingers hold her jaw, "Clarke. You can call me Clarke, pet." Another lick, "Hold on to my horns. You're going for a ride."

Lexa hesitates for just a moment before Clarke buries her tongue inside of her and Lexa's hand automatically move to her horns, holding on for dear life as the demon eats the literal hell out of her.

She had never cum quite like that, never as hard, never as much, never as quickly.

"Oh fuck." Lexa moans as Clarke finally exists her, face dripping with Lexa's release.

She needs a moment to breath to collect herself.

"No time for that pet, my cock is burning to be inside of you."

At the mention of the member Lexa looks between Clarke's legs and gasps. She saw it at first but now she is truly seeing it. It looks hellish. In the most wondeful of ways.

"That is too much." Lexa manages to speak, voice hoarse from moaning.

The demon chuckles and Lexa's core spams at it.

"We'll make it fit. I always do."

Lexa shivers and feels wetness drip from her with renewed arousal. Fuck, she needs to make it fit. Lexa doesn't think she'll be able to look at herself knowing she didnt get all of this demon's dick inside of her.

Lexa opens her legs and Clexa smirks, "no pet," a strong hand hold her waist and turns her around, forcing her on all fours.

Clarke drapes herself over her and immediately Lexa can feel the heaviness of her cock against her.

"Deep breath. It wont hurt, but itll stretch you really good"

It does. Fuck it does. As clarke aligns herself with Lexa's cunt just the tip makes Lexa see stars. When clarke does not move further, Lexa forces herself down her dick, moaning and shivering at every inch that enters her.

"Like that Lexa, like that."

Lexa feels the small bulge on her belly the same moment she feels Clarke stomach against her ass.

"Fuck, fuck. Clarke." She’s barely coherent. And she realizes this is exactly what the demon wants. To leave Lexa a shell of herself, desperate only for her.

She doesnt care. Maybe that is what Lexa wants too.

"Does that feel good pet?" Clarke asks sweetly, a hand gently massaging Lexa's scalp.

Lexa hums, falling for it.

"Good." Sweetness gone., Clarke forces Lexa's head down and her hips further up, "Time for a breeding pet?"

Lexa's eyes roll inside her head just at the mention.

"Yes Clarke, yes."

It is brutal. Humanly impossible to take a fucking like this and feel as good as she does. The demon is unforgiving in her thrusts, going as deep as she can everytime and somehow each stoke feels better than the last one. Lexa's brain is consumed by her, her touch, her dick, her chest against her back, the praise that leaves her mouth.

From a non-believer to her most dedicated follower, Lexa thinks she'd follow Clarke back to the flames of hell if she could.

Her head is yanked back, a hand holding her throat as Clarke's tongue finds hers, an awkward angle as Clarke kisses her upside down, forcing her dick impossible deep and cumming there, and Lexa feels herself burning with pleasure inside out, cumming alongside her.

As Clarke's hand and tongue leave her Lexa falls forwards again, hips and ass still in the air.

She's between consciousness and sleep. Still she feels the softness of Clarke's lips on her forehead.

"Until next time pet."

Lexa wants to beg her to stay bt without strenght she's left there, cunt up and dripping the demon's cum watching as Clarke returns to the circle and blows her a kiss just as the brightness of flames consumes her.

Clarke cums inside of Lexa, pulling out when Lexa is still gaining her strength. She kisses Lexa softly and enters the circle again, leaving Lexa there.

The next night, Lexa draws the pentagram once more, lighting the candles one by one, the latin chant pronounced with the desire of a true believer.

She smiles lovingly as the demon appears in front of her once again. Lexa does not waste time presenting herself to her mistress.

"There's my pretty pet."

[syscultureis]

Plural culture is I just dont get it...why do endos want to be this? and why do people think others want or are faking all of this? Plural culture is I cant LIKE anything anymore. Plural culture is even if im ACTIVLY TRYING to not split and to ignore it all and just keep on keeping on and pretend my system isnt there I STILL split. I cant sit down and enjoy my day because my brain will take SOMETHING, ANYTHING, NOT EVEN A PERSON SOMETIMES and if I got enjoyment or even suffering out of it then its just THERE now and a part of me is missing. Plural culture is missing parts of yourself, loosing a skill or talent you loved that shaped who you were, forgetting the faces and voices of your loves ones, getting your memories rewriten for you, blinking and missing days or sometimes years. And thats just MY experience as host! Others in my system having to live their lives in the backseat, never being able to have one of their own or feeling like their hole point of existence is to make me happy or make sure we dont die. Sometimes I see how tired and drained the protectors are, how strung out the care takers are, the gatekeepers putting on a brave face for the good of the system to make us feel like maybe at least ONE of us has SOME kind of control only to find out that even they dont know everything or have control over it all. I see alters who are dating in our system wish and beg for a body just so they can hold hands like normal. Or others still who have had relationships outside the system wish they had a body independent of this one to go and be with who they want and do whatever they want. Its NOT all suffering and disorder yes of course and thats so very valid but like...even the most well adjusted systems deal with flashbacks, triggers, panic attacks I mean for fuck sake its not just some fun game or even a coping skill! Id RATHER NOT split or disassociate to be able to cope! Honestly id MUCH RATHER do things myself then switch but unfortunately I simply CANT no matter how much I want to! I HATE how low our split tolerance is because SPLITTING ISNT FUCKING FUN even when its painless! Even when its so subtle you dont notice! Because you loose something, a memory, your feelings, your sense of self gets rocked off its balance and honestly sometimes not knowing a split happed is WORSE cause youll just randomly start feeling like your not you anymore with no explanation as to why! Its so frustrating to see a bunch of people emulate the "fun parts" of my disorder and then when I get RIGHTFULY upset and say "hey its not like that it actually kinda sucks" they turn around and emotionally manipulate a group of people who are NUTORIOUS for not being believed by saying "Well because no one believes you then you should believe me because everyone has a different brain so actually I say that you dont need to be traumatized and have any of the bad shit your talking about and I get to have all the cool parts of it and your trying to oppress me by not letting me in your spaces" like???? Okay, so sorry for the rant and talking about endos and systemcorse and all. Sometimes it just all seems so ridiculous to me. When I see people say "real systems arnt hurt by people faking DID" and like??? no??? dont fucking speak for me???? Like yes stop fakeclaiming but like no dont say endos arnt "real systems problem" like I guess in practice sure but no and also BIG NO cause enods directly HAVE caused me problems so no, fuck that.

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