#is to keep following like buddy. none of that is how anything works. i know you're probably like 20 and dont have much community

[dragontatoes]

every other "transandrophobia isn't real" post I see on here is about how we not only don't care about trans women and complain constantly about them not caring about us but also actively wish to harm them for insinuating we have male privilege when in reality

my transfemme and transmasc friends and I do care about each other a lot. for many, we are the only safe people in their life for trans related things.

nobody tells the transfemmes to stay in their place or that the transmascs have it worse

nobody tells the transmascs we benefit from male privilege or that the transfemmes have it worse

the transmascs have expressed how painful it is to be infantilized and treated like they were peer pressured to sacrifice femininity, huh i fucking wonder what this could say about society's perspective on femininity which is attributed to all kinds of people regardless of identity

the transfemmes have expressed how painful it is to be feared or viewed as aggressive, huh I fucking wonder what this could say about society's perspective on masculinity which is attributed to all kinds of people regardless of their identity

nobody acts jealous of someone's gender related issues. we joke about how we wish we could donate boobs, uteruses, dicks, and hormones to each other. But if someone said "you're lucky" they'd be quickly and rightly told to not.

some of them are multigender and basically could not have skin in this fuckheaded game you've made up if you tried

You can't be talking to trans people in real life and still have it stuck in your head that trans people are the main perpetrators of any kind of transphobia, not without trying really hard not to pay attention. "Transandrophobia truthers" are simply not doing the shit you're saying they're doing. They're not even, like, a group. Idk, maybe they are on reddit or some other website I don't care about but let's try to focus on real things that matter for this post?

We can and should talk about how masculinity is vilified in its own right sometimes and how this leads to mistreatment of all kinds of trans people.

[clydiepie]

Team Stan x reader! (Cooking for them)

Cooking for your boyfriend is never dull that's for sure lol

cw: none!

Team Stan (individually) x reader who loves to cook for them!

She/her pronouns

fluffy!

mentions of NSFW

Enjoy!! <3

Cartman<3

do i even have to explain???

okay i will lol

HE LOVES IT

"Hey, babe instead of us going out how about I make dinner?" You said popping your head out from the kitchen

"I think i love you.." he mumbled

"What was that?"

"Nothing stupid get back in the kitchen" he joked

While you worked in the kitchen you were super focused, you always wanted things to be just the way Eric liked (especially since he would never let you forget If you fucked something up)

He is probably sitting on the couch playing some videogame with the boys online when he smells something coming from the kitchen.

He pulls off his headset and leaves the game to follow that delicious smell

"Cartman?"

"Where the hell did he go?"

but the game has been long abandoned he shuffles his way closer to you as you focused on whatever was on the stovetop.

You were pulled from your intense focus as Eric protectively wrapped his arms around your waist

"Almost done?"

"Nearly"

Eric is gracious enough to set the table for you guys

Once you guys have eaten, Eric drags you to the couch to cuddle with him (even though he will insist that he only wants to relax while his food digests)

You guys snuggle up on his couch and watch T.V together

you can see his phone on the end table that keeps lighting up with texts from the boys wondering where he went, he ignores them.

"Maybe you should just say over, I don't want to walk you home in this cold weather."

"Eric it's cold every day."

"Shhhhhh"

Kyle<3

He really just wants to help

dear god let him or he'll explode

"Y/N honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm okay but thank you!"

Kyle will sit in the kitchen and watch your every move, not judging or anything he is just curious (plus he just likes being around you)

He waits patiently for you to give him some kind of task, he really just wants to be helpful.

"Babe?"

"Yes!" Kyle says a little too enthused jumping up from his seat.

"Would you ask Ike if he is hungry, I have enough for the three of us." you say with a smile

Kyle begrudgingly invites his little brother to eat with you guys. (he just wanted you to himself)

The three of you are gathered around Kyle's kitchen table as you serve up the food to the boys.

Kyle can't help but imagine what a good mother you would be.

Like you are so good at helping out with Ike he can’t even think about it without blushing

You take notice of his red face and ask if the food is too spicy

“Oh no it’s perfect!!”

He calmly composed himself as you and Ike chat about how school is going

Shortly after you finish eating Ike scurries upstairs back to his video games while Kyle helps you wash the dishes.

The two of you side by side at the sink, laughing as you play with the bubbles in the sink

You take a huge handful of bubbles and slap it in his face

He wipes his face and underneath the mess you see a devious smirk

You slowly start to back away from him knowing what was about to happen

“Oh baby you’re going to pay for that.”

All is heard is your screams as Kyle chases you with a handful of bubbles

“Ike help me!!” You yell

“Sorry Buddy.” Ike yells back from his room

Stan<3

Stan actually didn't even know you were going to be at his house when he got home

His parents are out of town so he figured he would just heat up a frozen pizza or something

But he walked in the door and was greeted by you wearing a cute little apron and setting the table with some simple plates for the two of you

"Uh Y/N, what's all this?"

"Oh, I just thought it would be nice for us to have a little dinner date." you smile

You are so fucking cute Stan can't handle it

He follows you into the kitchen and sees a number of things strewn about the counters

a cookbook sat open next to the stove as you continued to stir whatever was in the boiling pot in front of you

He could tell you were putting in a lot of effort and he felt bad he hadn't done anything for you

instead of offering his help, which he knew you wouldn't accept, he hatched a plan of his own

Stan strolled over to you and kissed your forehead while you worked

"I'll be right back okay?"

You hummed in response deep in concentration with your project

As fast as he came he was gone again, swiftly grabbing his keys and walking out the front door

As you heard the front door close you thought to yourself what he might be doing but you decided just to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you were about to finish up the food you hear the front door open and some movement in the dining room

You figure Stan is just up to some weird joke so you finish up the food and walk into the dining room with 2 plates in hand

You walk out to see Stan holding a bouquet of flowers and the table is set with candles and rose petals all around

"Stanley" you say trying not to cry because of how sweet he was

"What kind of date doesn't have flowers for their girlfriend?"

You put the food down on the table and walk over to him and pull him in for a sweet kiss

"Maybe I could treat you to some dessert later hm" you say kissing him again

"What did I do to deserve you."

Kenny<3

You decided to surprise your boyfriend at his house with plans to make him and his siblings dinner

You arrived at Kenny's and gave the door a quick knock before being greeted by your boyfriend with a surprised look on his face

"Babe what are you doing here." he says as he swoops in to take all the heavy bags you were carrying

"I thought I could make dinner for everyone." you smiled as you started to unpack the contents of your bags onto the counters

Kenny was shocked you would spend your time and money on him and his family

He needed to repay you somehow

As you started to prepare some stuff for cooking you noticed that Kenny had started to help you pulling out mixing bowls and a few utensils

"Ken you don't have to help, I got this," you say resting your hand on his shoulder as he leans down into the bottom cabinet looking for something.

"I know you do but I just want to help, please let me." he cooed standing up with an old wooden cutting board in hand.

You gave in instantly, how could you say no to that face

The two of you worked together cutting vegetables and cooking over the stove, Kenny would sometimes just walk up and kiss you in the middle of something

The two of you worked so well together, it's like he always knew what your next move would be

he was always one step ahead

As you too finished up cooking Kenny did the best he could to find matching plates and cups for you and his siblings

You went to call the kids in for dinner as Kenny put the plates of food on the table

domestic life seemed to fit you both so well, as you all ate Kenny talked with his sister and brother about their day

he held your hand below the table the whole time

After dinner, you guys just tossed the dishes in the sink and went to Kenny's room to cuddle

As he held you in his arms he mumbled a question into your shoulder

"Would you ever want kids one day?"

"Only if you were my baby daddy." you laugh

"Oh, I can arrange that."

Thanks for reading! i kinda got a little carried away sorry if this is too long lol!!

-m <3

[unreliablesnake]

Dirty little secrets (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: Ghost finds out you are fuck buddies with Graves, and now he wants a piece of you too.

Note: Mare is the code name of the reader.

Warnings: None, which is surprising considering the amount of smut I wrote lately. Afab!reader.

Graves pulled you into a big hug when you met again. By then you were a member of the 141, but he always said, "once a Shadow, always a Shadow." You had worked for him for about four years, by the end as the lead interrogator. Shadows had their own rules, being brutal was something Shadow Company usually appreciated. And you could be brutal when needed.

"Are they treating you right? You know you can come back to us anytime," he said with a smirk, his hands moving down to your lower back.

With a polite smile you pried him off of you, stepping back to build some distance. "Everything's great," you replied shortly.

He tilted his head to the side as he examined your face, probably trying to find out why you were so cold all of a sudden. You couldn't blame him, but you couldn't let the others know that back in the day the two of you were fuck buddies. You loved his arrogance and sense of humor, and his boyish charm was the cherry on top.

Soap appeared before Graves could say anything, greeting him like an old friend. The two engaged in a conversation, while behind you Ghost began to move around, his size making it impossible for him to stay undetected in this situation.

"Mare, come on, we have things to do," he told you as he passed by.

You nodded and followed him, out of the corner of your eye noticing how Graves wanted to object when he saw you leave. Once you were out of earshot, you turned to the lieutenant. "What exactly do we have to do?"

He let out a questioning hum, but immediately realized what you were asking him. "Oh, nothing. I just saw how uncomfortable you were when Graves became all touchy during that hug. Thought you might want to be away from him," he explained. "Is he like this with every female employee?"

"No," you replied immediately, maybe sounding a little offended by the idea.

"Just asking. I guess there's a story then." Letting out a long sigh, you nodded. Ghost looked down at you, studying your face with an intrigued expression. "You were together?" You remained silent and his eyes grew a little wider. "You're still together?"

For a moment you wondered how much you should tell him, after all you've been trying to keep it a secret from them. But strangely enough, he made you feel safe, probably because this man seemed to be good at keeping secrets. "We're not. We're just… friends with benefits," you admitted.

"He looks like the type of guy who's into that, but I didn't think you would like it," he noted as you walked into the hangar.

"We're having fun without the commitment of a relationship."

He watched as you hopped on a table, eyes glued to you the whole time. You could tell he was still thinking about the idea of you and Graves occasionally having sex, probably judging you for being this open-minded. But you didn't mind. He could think whatever he wanted.

"And how does it work now that you don't work together?" he suddenly asked, his arms now folded over his chest.

With a smile, you replied, "A few weeks ago he got on his plane and flew over to visit me."

"He took his private jet for a trip to have sex with you?" When you nodded, he whistled. "If I needed it that badly I'd just go to the nearest pub and pick up some bimbo," he said.

"You're into bimbos?"

Ghost shrugged. "They're easier to impress. Much less effort than impressing girls like you."

"Was it a compliment?" you asked with a playful smile.

"Maybe."

He was watching you, eyes intense and dark as he thought about something. You knew that while he was silent, his mind was probably insanely loud at the moment. "What?" you spoke up, getting bored of his silence.

"Nothing," he brushed you off.

"Come on, Ghost, I can see the wheels turning in your head."

Taking a deep breath, he clearly considered answering your question. Then he nodded, letting you know he was ready to give you a glimpse into his mind. "Why did you leave Shadow Company if you were having fun with Graves?"

"Price said some things that made me come here."

"Like what?"

You smiled and let out a small laugh. "I know you recommended me," you informed him.

Ghost gulped, but he quickly recovered and soon stepped between your legs, using his knee to push them wider apart so he could fit in there. You nervously looked around to see how many people were staring at you, but there was no one near. He put his hands on your knees, gently stroking your skin through your pants to get your attention.

"Why did you recommend me? Something tells me there was a personal reason," you told him, hoping he would finally say something.

"I think I saw you and Graves once." With a frown, you let out a questioning hum. "We were working together on something and I needed you for an interrogation. Someone told me you went to get something from the plane, and sure enough, you were there," he began before leaning really close to you so his deep voice dropped to a whisper, "being eaten out by someone."

That smug bastard was smiling, you could see that in his eyes. But you couldn't be mad when you were embarrassed, wishing you could crawl into a hole and die. "I don't even want to know what you think about me after that," you said.

But Ghost only tilted his head to the side as he studied your face. Your skin was burning under his gaze so you looked away, but he grabbed your jaw and made you look at him forcefully. "I've been thinking about what it would feel like to be the reason why you make those sounds," he finally told you.

You felt the heat building up in your core, every cell now yearning for more; his touch, his kiss, any kind of physical contact, really. Ever since you had joined the 141, you'd been on good terms with Ghost, the two of you often drinking together at night, and he even told you some personal details. You knew he had nightmares. You knew he had a traumatic childhood. You knew--

"Mare, are you in here?"

Graves. Fuck. You instinctively pushed Ghost away, who only moved because your actions took him by surprise. "Damn it," you muttered as you jumped off the table and gave him an almost worried look. "Nothing happened," you told him before walking away.

You met the commander halfway, flashing a nervous smile at him the moment you stopped in front of him. "Is everything okay?" he asked, putting a hand on your flushed cheek.

No. Nothing was okay. You wanted to find out what Ghost really wanted from you. Was it just sex? Did he get the courage to act on his dirty fantasies because he knew you were fuck buddies with Graves? There were too many questions for your liking.

"I'm good," you managed to say in the end. "Let's talk somewhere else. Do you have booze?" you asked with a laugh.

As you walked away, you turned back for a short moment, not missing the way Ghost stood there with his hands stuffed into his pockets, watching you leave without saying a word.

[dearpyramus]

a different side of you: a lip gallagher x reader oneshot

while working on a school project, you catch a glimpse of a different side of lip gallagher

warnings: none! (for once)

a/n: apologizies this is so short i kinda rushed but its been hard finding motivation lately. hope that's ok. some rivals to lovers (or as least as much as I could fit in)

(fic btc)

It was a long fucking afternoon.

You had the misfortune of being paired up with Lip Gallagher, of all people, for an important school project. It took too long for you both to find time to work on it, who knows what Lip was doing with his time. It took even longer for you to agree on how you wanted to execute it.

You wanted to scream. God, he was insufferable.

The patter of the rain from outside was the only thing keeping you calm. You always found serenity in storms. The chaos of it all was relaxing in a way.

Maybe that’s why you were secretly enjoying your time in the Gallagher house today. You didn’t want to think of it.

A flash of lighting followed by a roar of thunder allowed you to settle a bit. This was quickly interrupted by the soft sound of a whine. You furrowed your brows in confusion, clearly it wasn’t coming from Lip.

Almost in sync, you and Lip turned your head to the source of the noise. By the doorway of the latter’s bedroom stood Liam Gallagher, Lip’s baby brother. Your eyes couldn’t help but dart to Lip’s, who was sporting a soft frown.

“What’s wrong, bud?”

This was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor and it nearly caused you to do a double take. You never heard Lip speak in this voice; so soft it was almost a coo. You didn’t know what to think at first. You didn’t want to think about how it made your heart flip.

Liam’s was about to reply when another crackle of thunder boomed throughout the night sky. This earned another whine from the tiny kid, who was nervously grasping the hem of his Blues Clues pajamas.

You could have sworn you heard him let out an “awww.” You weren’t quite sure, though.

Before you could register any movement, Lip got up and gently scooped his kid brother in his arms. You didn’t miss the way Liam clung onto him, as if he was an anchor amidst the storm. You wanted to look away; it was too fucking precious. Who know Lip Gallagher could pull at your heartstrings like that?

“Awww ya scared of the storm? Is that it?”

At Lip’s words, Liam nodded against his chest. His tiny body trembled, causing Lip’s brows to furrow.

“Hey hey—shhhh. It alright, buddy. The storm can’t hurt you. You’re okay,” he murmured, slowly beginning to rock Liam back and forth.

You tried to pay attention to your portion of the project but your eyes were constantly drawn to the scene in-front of you. Obviously, you knew Lip wouldn’t be mean to his brother, yet you didn’t expect this. Any chance of getting anything done at that moment was momentarily abandoned.

Why was this so heartwarming to you? You couldn’t stand Lip.

“Just relax. I’m here, I’m here. Just focus on me, okay?”

Lip continued to comfort Liam as if you weren’t there. Either he didn’t catch you staring or just ignored you, too occupied with his distressed brother. He rubbed circles into his tiny back and shushed him during each thunder strike. Eventually, you noticed he began to hum an incoherent tune. It was too much.

“That’s it, I gotcha…big brother’s here. Big brothers right here,” he soothed, voice so soft you could just barely make out the words. Liam seemed to visibly relax as Lip resumed his comforts.

“Nothing will happen to you, I promise”

God, you hated how much it was affecting you. Never did you except loud-mouthed Lip Gallagher to be so soft spoken. You wanted to cry at the sight. You secretly wished you would see this side of Lip more often, maybe you would tolerate him more. Maybe.

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dividers

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Painted Him Perfect

Pairing: Austin Gunn x ex-wife!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 824

Summary: You finally decide it’s time to be honest about your marriage with Austin Gunn. About how you painted him perfect.

Warnings: None

A/N: I know it’s been 63936383629 years since I last posted a fic 🤣 but here I am! Based off Painted Him Perfect by Alexandra Kay

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Moodboard is not mine. Credit goes to @katries 😘

There he was, your ex-husband, laughing with his friends like everything was perfect. Perfect. If only they knew just how perfect their buddy Austin Gunn truly was.

You knew after these past several months it was time to be honest. It was time to be honest with your friends, with your family.

The honest truth is that no matter how many times you sang his praises, drove or flew hours and hours to see him, he would mention over and over how he hated the attention. You didn’t understand because you thought that was what he wanted.

Arguments were more common between you two than they should have been. Couples therapy didn’t do any good no matter how hard you tried, tears in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. Austin never really tried to make it work, never told his truth in therapy. That was rock bottom for you, for your marriage. His true colors and true character shone bright in that therapist’s office. That’s when you knew it was over, when you knew you couldn’t keep painting him perfect, when he couldn’t even attempt to make an effort to work on the relationship. A relationship that you thought was true love but it was all just a slap in the face.

Kris Statlander and Willow Nightingale were two of your closest friends. You met them through Austin so maybe you have one good thing to come out quite possibly the worst relationship you’ve ever been in.

“Hey!” You heard Willow’s upbeat voice coming from your left.

“Hey.” You sighed. Now is the time to tell them. They’re your best friends, plus you have nothing to hide. You fought tooth and nail for your marriage to get better, to please Austin in order to keep the storm clouds away.

“I know that voice. What’s wrong?” Kris was never one to beat around the bush. She noticed you haven’t made any effort to look their way. Her eyes followed yours and she knew immediately who you were looking at. Austin Gunn and the rest of Bullet Club Gold. “You two have an argument?” Kris turned back to you, her head tilted as she studied your face.

Understatement of the century.

Willow shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it. I think maybe—”

“I need to be honest here girls.” You finally looked at your friends and you saw you had their undivided attention, so you let the floodgates fall. Maybe you should have went somewhere more private than roughly 8 feet away from the Bang Bang Gang but part of you wanted passersby to hear, his friends to hear. You just knew that if you didn’t speak your truth then another woman would fall victim to his charm and nice guy act only to be in for heartbreak and misery.

By the time you were finished, Kris’s and Willow’s jaws were on the floor. You didn’t leave anything out. You told the story of how the seemingly ‘perfect’ marriage was all because you made it out to be that way. You told them how you always excused things away as ‘that’s what love is’, but now you knew better. You recalled the big scene Austin caused on vacation at the beach in Atlantic City back in August. August 14th to be exact. Unfortunately, you’ll never forget that date because you’ve never been more embarrassed and ashamed. You even admitted to ignoring the red flags, the red flags you always said you would never let slide. Retelling these stories made you realize that you were yellow and he was green, blue was always going to be the color of your relationship.

During your storytelling, some tears must have fell because felt Willow squeeze your hand, in an effort to comfort. Kris on the other hand was connecting the dots before you’d finish a story.

“That’s what really happened to us. No amount of couples therapy could save us because he didn’t want to save us. Not even when I begged for him to, cried for him to. So the best thing I could do was to paint him perfect so no one knew a thing about just how miserable and embarrassing our relationship truly was.”

“He didn’t deserve for you to paint him perfect.” Kris was fuming. You knew if you gave her the green light she would make that boy’s life pure hell. It was tempting but you wanted something else for him instead.

All you could do was agree. “You’re right I shouldn’t have and it’s a good thing I’m not doing it anymore.”

You didn’t hate Austin Gunn, you didn’t like him, and you sure as hell didn’t love him — at least not anymore. Although, you did want him to feel the pain you felt, you wanted him to be heartbroken. Okay, so maybe you did hate him a little bit, but could anyone really blame you after you told the truth?

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[tikus-library]

"The Look"

Avengers AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader

Posted: Jan 20th

WARNINGS: none, idiots being idiots

A/N: I was at the laundromat yesterday when I saw the gif and needed to write something- so gave this.

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

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“Here comes Y/N! Do the thing- do the thing!” Sam elbowed him, shit eating grin in place.

Bucky sighed with his entire soul, “Sam, it doesn't do anything, it's just a look, that's all, it doesn't matter”

“If it doesn't matter then do it.”

“Why would I?” He shot back as Sam stopped, shifted his hip out and crossed his arms.

Sam rolled his eyes to Steve, “he won't do the thing!”

“Steve get your friend”

“He's more your friend than mine these days pal,” Steve chuckled.

“Here she comes… you should see how she reacts to it, you'd understand me Steve, this one here is just an idiot.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes as Steve shrugged, shook his head and raised his hands in classic ‘I don't know’ fashion. “fine-” he bit out, stepping out between them and tipping his head down and looking up at you.

Today couldn't get worse. Today everything was wrong. Today every file that was sent to you was backwards or upside down, some were even corrupted and Tony thought it was the funniest shit, as if you could be any later now you had to do a quick debriefing of the three stooges that were currently coming back in from a mission and really as if you didn't get enough shoved on your plate– wonderful, you perked up realizing the three were right there, together, you could get it done in five minutes as long as you heckled them.

You could just stare at Steve or Sam. They were good, wholesome, wonderful guys that were not the sergeant. Not that Bucky wasn't wholesome or handsome– actually he was very handsome, distractingly so, especially when he smiled, or put his hand through his hair, or just breathed in your general vicinity.

Speaking of the Sergeant you saw him step forwards and meet your gaze, head dropping, hair shifting forwards to frame his face, lips pressed down and bright blue eyes focused on you.

Your brain flat lined.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, her determined steps halting, Bucky cocked his head to the side and was surprised when she did an abrupt about face and practically RAN back in the direction she had come from. He shoved a hand into his face.

Great, now you were scared of him, as if he didn't have enough trouble figuring out what to say to you. Now you wouldn't show your face around him.

Steve guffawed, bringing Bucky back out of his depressed thoughts. “Good gawd Buck, I forgot the effect you had on a woman.”

“What?!” He demanded, “she ran out of here in fear for her life!” Sam cracked, a howl of laughter spilling forth, Bucky clenched his fists, “you think that's funny?”

Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, “that wasn't fear man! That girl wants you, she wants you real bad.”

Bucky jerked back, blinking hard. “No.”

Steve nodded as he looked over at him. “That wasn't fear pal, that was panic, I can tell you this much – Y/N is quiet because when she does speak she can't keep her mouth in check, which usually tends to land her in hot water.”

Bucky turned to Sam, who was wiping away a few tears, “she has literally called us both hot, but said there was no way she would date us.”

“But when I asked her for her opinion on you–” Steve laughed, but sobered and leveled a look at him, “buddy, ya need to talk to her.”

“It was pretty colorful,” Sam murmured

“What did she say?” Bucky asked.

Sam shook his head, looking over at Steve, “did you see the way she shivered at the look?”

Steve nodded laughing as he moved around Bucky, “makes you realize what she said had to be true.”

Sam gasped as the two continued to walk, “Y/N! She really is full of surprises! Scandalous!!!”

“WHAT DID SHE SAY?!” Bucky cried following the two.

[well-what-did-you-expect]

hey!! if you’re taking requests, i’d like to request the tmnt 2012 turtles falling for a fem! reader who’s basically like your stereotypical raph. she loves fighting, loves working out, loud asf, short-tempered, blunt, sarcastic, cursed with resting bitch face, all that jazz. but, once you get to know her, she’s actually really funny and sweet. NEVER afraid to speak her mind, so she may come across as rude or sassy at times, but she never really means to be. DEFINITELY has mild adhd and is on the autism spectrum. 🫶

TMNT2012 : Modern Day Cain

included : leonardo “leo” hamato, raphael “raph” hamato, donatello “donnie” hamato, michelangelo “mikey” hamato

summary : hcs: the boys falling for a reader who is similar to raph (attitude, rough and tough act, head-strong, short-tempered, etc.)

warnings : none? pretty sure

disclaimers : fem!reader, she/her & you/your pronouns

track [1 of 1] : modern day cain , i don’t know how but they found me

word count : 618

Leonardo "Leo" Hamato

When Leo first met you and saw that you had attitude, his first thought was 'Oh, great, another Raph.'

It took them a while to get past your rough and tough exterior, but once they got to know you better, they started falling, and they fell HARD.

Full on tripping over her words, getting flustered easily, you're the only thing on her mind when she realizes that she likes you.

Definitely talks to Master Splinter about you.

Would never bring his crush on you up to his brothers, especially Raph.

"So when I have an attitude, you hate it, but when she has an attitude, you think it's adorable?!" would be Raph's reaction upon finding out.

Because you are very head-strong, sometimes you and Leo end up butting heads due to your opinions differing.

You would definitely be workout buddies with Raph.

Also when fixating on something, Mikey loves having infodump sessions with you, especially if you both are fixated on something similar/the same thing.

Leo loves when you get along with their brothers.

Raphael "Raph" Hamato

In the beginning, you and Raph are constantly butting heads. You both are very short-tempered and head-strong so when your opinions differ, it's a bull match between you two.

After some time, it's not as bad as it was, you learn to compromise.

They teach you some stuff as a way of flirting without being obvious.

It takes a while for him to get a crush on you, he's supposed to be the tough guy, he doesn't have time for feelings.

But everytime you remind them that being strong involves being in tune with your feelings, they start to allow themself to fall for you.

He doesn't understand his feelings for you, he's confused. Like 'Why does my stomach feel weird whenever we're training together? Why can't I think straight when I talk to her?'

They don't want to get teased by their brothers so they keep their crush a secret, but everyone knows, except for you.

Donatello "Donnie" Hamato

Similar to Leo, he's not excited that you are basically another Raph. He's not a fan of the short-tempered, sarcastic, loudness that is you.

Being more logical and rational, he clashes with your 'punch first, ask questions later' attitude. But hey, they do say opposites attract.

Once he realizes that he's starting to like you, he tries to avoid you as much as possible. He's had his human-mutant "relationship" experience and it didn't go well. *cough* April *cough*

When you let down your tough exterior is when he falls hard, he basically smacked the floor with how hard he fell.

He's in love with your sense of humor. If you were to crack a joke that had anything to do with science or robotics, he would fall harder than ever.

Michelangelo "Mikey" Hamato

Being the baby brother, Mikey knows how his hot-headed brother is. He knows that Raph can be caring, despite the rough exterior.

Mikey figures you're the same way. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside.

They fall hard and fast, completely head over heels for you. They're like a lovesick puppy, following at your feet, treating you like a princess.

His crush on you is obvious to everyone, except you. At first, you think it's annoying how he's always by your side, but over time, he starts to grow on you.

If you were to come into the kitchen when they were cooking and matched his goofy energy, they would break. They love it so much.

Don't even get me started on when you both are hyper together. You two being energetic and chaotic, he loves it! Although the others aren't too happy with all the commotion if they're busy (which they most likely are).

[euphreana]

The Shape of Truth - Chapter 7: Unit 531

Masterpost

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Knightly Storage required a passcode to get in. The key tag hadn’t included that - it just had the name and unit number; 531. And 531 wasn’t the code.

The storage building was a tall, stone structure with a side entrance hidden from the street by some towering bushes. An awning over the door blocked the rain as Ambrosius stared at the keypad next to the doorway. Nimona, next to him, shifted into a hulking humanoid with large hands.

“We could break in.” She said with a grin, flexing an arm.

Ambrosius rolled his eyes.

“That would be illegal.”

Nimona smirked and shifted back to a teen.

“As if today wasn’t already toeing the line.”

“We didn’t… break any laws.”

“Sure. We just bent them a little.”

“Exactly. A knight must uphold the rules that keep us in order.”

Nimona groaned.

“Come on… don’t tell me you haven't broken at least ONE rule at least ONCE in your life.”

Ambrosius still looked unamused.

“Even if I did, I wouldn't be telling YOU about it.”

“Aw, why not?”

“Because I still don't know anything about you! I don't even know how old you are, or if ‘Nimona’ is even your real name!”

Nimona was silent while Ambrosius tried to figure out the door code, punching in several numerical combinations off the top of his head. The keypad flashed red each time.

Nimona’s voice broke his concentration.

“They never told you how your dad really died, did they?” she said, seemingly out of nowhere.

Ambrosius gave her a side glance.

“What in Gloreth's name are you talking about?”

“I mean you were just a kid - they didn't want you to think he was a bad man or anything - nothing you could possibly blabber to the wrong person about. They told you he went out for a few drinks with his knight buddies, got plastered, and then walked in front of a speeding truck, right?”

Ambrosius looked wary.

“That's... what happened.”

“That's what they WANTED you to think happened. That's what they wanted EVERYONE to think happened. They couldn't let Gloreth's name get dragged in the mud, could they?”

Ambrosius didn’t look convinced.

“So you're saying there was a coverup.”

"I'm saying you never saw him drunk before, did you?”

“I don’t remember. Maybe?”

“Believe me, you didn’t.”

“How would you know?”

“I’m telling you - I’m full of information about your family.”

Ambrosius turned back to the keypad.

“Aaaand now you're just sounding creepy. One less reason for me to trust you.”

“Think about it though! The man never got drunk. So how did he get so tipsy that night he didn't see the truck coming?”

“There’s a first time for everything.”

“Hey, you don't have to take my word for it - with your rank, you can go to the medical records building and see the original coroner's report for yourself.”

Ambrosius typed in another combination.

“Maybe I will. Or maybe I won't. What difference would it make? He’s still dead.”

The keypad flashed red again. Ambrosius sighed. He was quickly realizing he could stand here all day trying different combinations and none of them work. He waved a hand towards the other side of the building.

“Come on, let’s go to the office.”

“I still vote ‘break in’.”

Ambrosius gave her a weary look. Nimona held her hands up.

“I mean bend, not break.”

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There was already a woman arguing with the clerk when Nimona, now matching Ambrosius’s height and age, entered the office, followed by Ambrosius himself. Fortunately, there was another worker passing by whom Nimona was able to flag down.

“Heeeeeey… I totally forgot the passcode for the door. Could you let me in?”

The worker pointed to the desk.

“Sure, just show them your ID.”

“ID… yeah… you know, I think I left it at home. I just ran over here to get something” she dangled the storage key in her hand.

The worker gave a forced smile.

“Talk to the desk.”

They both looked at the discussion at the desk. It didn’t look like it was going to end soon.

Nimona held a hand up, “Come on, me and my brother just need to grab something real quick.”

“Talk to the desk.”

“What if I slid you a 20 goldpiece?”

“Talk to the desk.” The worker pushed past her, off on their own errand.

Nimona glanced at Ambrosius with a look that said ‘ok we tried it your way and it didn’t work.’ Ambrosius shrugged and jerked his head towards the desk. This could still work - his own ID would draw attention, but maybe Nimona could work something out.

“For the last time, we can’t let you use acid on the lock!” The clerk behind the desk was saying, “You either find your key or find a licensed locksmith to remove the lock for you.”

The woman in front of the desk waved a hand desperately.

“But what if—”

“We can recommend a locksmith for you if you don’t want to do the footwork yourself.”

“— I fill the lock with water, and then freeze it! Water expands when frozen, so the lock should break right off!”

“Miss Bitsmore, there are other people waiting in line behind you.”

“It’s Blitzmeyer! Meredith Blitzmeyer!”

“Miss Blitzmeyer, would you like the number for the locksmith or not?”

“I’m telling you, I can’t afford a locksmith! My lab burned down and I’m living off savings!”

Ambrosius’s ears perked up. The initials from the sword invoice flashed in his mind. MB!

The clerk didn’t miss a beat, sliding a business card across the desk.

“You can find the number here. Let us know when you plan to come. Next!”

The woman waved her hands in exasperation and stomped out the door, not bothering to take the card. The clerk tapped an intercom button on the desk.

“Hey, keep an eye on unit 531 - we might get someone trying to break into it.” Then the clerk looked up at Nimona. “Can I help you?”

Nimona gave a toothy grin.

“Heyyyy, I need to get in but I forgot the passcode. My ID is—”

Ambrosius hurried forward and grabbed Nimona by the arm.

“Hey you know what? I think I remember where you left your ID!” He pulled her toward the door. “Come on!”

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It had started to rain in earnest now. Meredith Blitzmeyer walked hands-free, umbrella balanced on her shoulder thanks to the weights built into the bent shaft and handle. She'd designed that part herself, and more.

“Excuse me missus umbrella lady...”

Meredith looked down to see a small boy suddenly standing in front of her. He was dressed in tatters and looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“I can't find my mommy... She went through that scary alley over there.” the child pointed, shivering in the rain. “Could you help me find her? Pwease....?” He looked up at her with sad puppy eyes.

Meredith glanced around. There were other people walking down the street, but nobody was stopping to see if the child was alright. Nobody except her. She sighed.

“Come on, let’s find your mom.” She took the child by the hand and started down the alleyway.

She hadn’t gotten far before she sensed someone else behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was a tall, hooded figure barely a meter behind her. Of course. Meredith could have slapped herself for being so gullible.

The hooded figure reached out, but Meredith was faster. Before either the child or the stranger could react, she’d swung her umbrella off her shoulder, collapsing it and shoving the end into the stranger’s chest. A crackle of electricity rippled through the air and the hooded figured dropped like a stone.

Meredith broke into a run. The street was close. Just a few meters… A beastly snarl echoed down the alley as a set of jaws clamped around her leg, yanking her to the ground. Meredith tried to get back up, but the grip on her leg wouldn’t let go. It started to drag her backwards, away from the street, back into the dark alley.

The electrified umbrella was still in her hands. Meredith turned and swung it at the beast, electricity arcing at its tip. She almost hit it. It let go of her instead, ducking out of the way. That was all the time she needed to get back to her feet. But before she could run, the hooded figure slammed into her, knocking her back to the ground. Then the beast - a large, pink wolf - grabbed the umbrella in its jaws and yanked it away.

Meredith blinked in surprise. Pink? The next thing she knew, the hooded figure had rolled off her and the wolf was towering above her, teeth bared.

A man’s voice rang out, angry.

“Who are you working for?!”

The question caught Meredith by surprise.

“What?!”

“We know you ordered the sword!”

“I didn’t—”

“We have paperwork - with your initials on it! You had the sword - the sword that killed the queen - the sword that framed Ballister, that got him killed…” The man’s voice broke.

Meredith tried to look at the source of the voice, but the wolf growled at the slightest movement. The man found his voice again, wavering as it was.

“I should turn you in now. There’s enough evidence here. That’ll be enough to prove his innocence, and then… then…”

The wolf spoke in a female voice.

“Hey, keep it together man. We’ve got an interrogation here.”

Meredith, fully bewildered by now, broke in.

“I didn’t do it! They ordered the sword in my name and then burned down my lab when I said I wouldn’t put the blaster in it! …. I can show you the emails!”

The man sank to his knees next to her. Meredith got a look at his face.

“Wait, you’re the Goldenlocks guy!”

Ambrosius didn’t bat an eye.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“Ohhh no… I- I didn’t do anything wrong! I swear I thought I was designing mining equipment! Good Gloreth I talk too much…”

“Why didn’t you say something after they arrested Ballister?”

“I thought he was the one who’d ordered the sword! I- I didn’t want to get in any more trouble!” Meredith blinked several times under her glasses. “They already killed my friends in the fire…”

There was a long silence. Then the wolf spoke again.

“You think she’s telling the truth?”

“Not all of it.” Ambrosius turned back to Meredith. “You said there were emails. Show me.”

Meredith hesitated.

“Ah, you see, I don’t have my work email on my phone - I use my laptop for that. And I left that at home.”

Silence. Meredith spoke again.

“So if you could let me go….”

“We found this at your old lab.” Ambrosius said, holding up the misplaced storage key.

Meredith’s eyes grew wide. Ambrosius pocketed the key and continued.

“Meet us at the library. We’ll be in a study room under the name ‘Goldenlocks’. Bring the laptop. Otherwise I toss the key and give the sword invoice to Security.”

“But… I have somewhere to be…”

“You have two hours.”

Meredith looked like she wanted to say something else, but thought better of it. She didn’t want to get on the bad side of a noble, much less a knight. She nodded instead.

The wolf backed up. Meredith scuttled backwards, grabbing her umbrella and getting to her feet. She paused to brush the water from her clothes.

"If I can ask... You said you thought Ballister was framed. Why? Didn't he confess to the murder?"

Ambrosius hesitated.

"I don't think that confession was from him. It didn't... sound like him."

Meredith gave an unimpressed “Oh,” then flicked her umbrella open and hurried back to the street. Still in the alley, Nimona shifted back to dog form, suddenly dry as she ducked under an overhang. Ambrosius turned away, rubbing his eyes. Nimona looked up at him.

“You okay, boss?”

Ambrosius didn’t look at her.

“… It was just yesterday. They published the confession at noon, and he was dead before sunset.” He leaned back against the wall. “I didn’t even get to see him...”

Nimona sat next to him, pressing her furry head under his hand. Ambrosius reflexively ran his fingers through her fur, appreciating the softness. He cracked the faintest smile. So that was what having a dog was like.

Next Chapter

[erinawritesheadcanons2]

Yo!! Buddy!! My friend!! Can I have a headcanons of soundwave, shockwave and starscream with s/o who got infected with cybonic plague (like the one that happened to Optimus).

Soundwave, Shockwave, and Starscream with S/O Who Got Infected with Cybonic Plague

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A/N: Thank you Anon for requesting this HCS! I'm sorry for the long update, it has been such a hectic day because of college and research. I hope you understand!

Gender: None

Warning: Angst to Fluff, sickness, mention of injuries and Profanities

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Soundwave

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You might think he doesn't care because he always uses the visor on his face and he rarely expresses his expression, unlike some Autobots or Decepticons.

But that is totally wrong if you think he doesn't care if you got infected by the Cybonic Plague. In fact, he is the most caring one of all of the Decepticons.

He knows crying or worrying while standing in there without doing anything won't help or fix your condition in any way so he immediately rushes out to help you.

Instead of going to ask Megatron straight in the face and asking for the cure to help your Cybonic Plague. He will search for the cure through the pieces of information and data from the computer before collecting the pieces of information.

Afterward, Soundwave immediately searches all of the sources for the cure to your Cybonic Plague and collects it before he secretly brings it to the laboratory when there is no Knockout.

Even if he is a mute, don't mistake him for a fool because he definitely knows how to read the formula before he makes the medicine with his own hands without Knockout's help.

As he was done with the medicine, he would straight be reaching out to you before he helps you with the sickness and wait it out until it works.

In conclusion, you are always in the safe hands of Soundwave hands because he knows what he needs to do to help you around, even if you had a deadly sickness of Cybonic plague.

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Searching for the last piece remaining of Predacon on the earth was difficult because the Autobots keeps trying to get all of the Decepticons away from it, including (Y/N) (L/N). Seeing how determined the Autobots are, you were working together with Knockout and the rest of the Vehicons.

In the desert of the Sahara, Egypt. There was an abandoned spaceship of Autobots where tons of troops were already dead in there so it was safe from getting ambushed by the Autobots. Carefully, the two of you and Knockout get inside the abandoned spaceship and continue your way by going straight,

"We are getting near," Knockout mumbles but loud enough for you to hear it.

"Where is it?" You ask the red car Decepticon.

"On the left behind the door. We need to break the door if we need to get inside," Knockout points it out.

"Alright, "You follow him from behind, letting him lead the way since he had the detector in his hand.

Once the two of you arrived, the beeping sound from the detector got louder and louder, the signal was getting stronger until the Aston Marin Decepticon across from you putting the detector away and his hands grabbing the metallic sliding door, together with you on his side before the two of you pulling the door away.

As the door moved away with a loud screeching sound after getting pulled by two Decepticons. A pair of (E/C) optics, as well as red optics, could see a giant cylinder of glass glowing with a bright blue Energon and inside of the tube, there are the bones of the Predacons floating inside of it.

"There it is-" Knockout immediately got off.

"I'll go in!" You step inside carelessly.

"Wait-" Knockout tries to warn you but you didn't hear him at all. The abandoned ship slowly shakes, causing another sound of screeching and it was louder on the ceiling. Wondering, both of your optics looked up to see a dead Autobot corpse but what was more surprising is a tiny drop that fell out of the corpse and went straight into one of your eyes. Causing you to hiss and squeal in pain "Ouch! My optics!" You shouted.

"(Y/N)!" Knockout eyes widened in horror, knowing you are infected with Cybonic Plague.

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Standing next to you, the Decepticon with a visor on his face as well as Knockout next to him looking at you with rust already forming around your face. It was hard for you to see your surrounding but you knew that your spark mate is close to you. Even if he did not speak nor show any emoticon on the visor, the MQ-9 Reaper Decepticon Jet keeps looking at his spark mate, worried if you are going offline sooner.

Even though the beeping sound from the machine is still loud and clear, showing that you are still alive from the Cybonic Plague. Soundwave knew he needs to be fast to save you from getting offline as he stepped away from the laboratory, letting Knockout handle your illness first before he is getting the cure for the Cybonic Plague.

The silent jet trudges to the main room of the nemesis secretly without making any noises as he knew asking the lord of the Decepticon is not only impossible but also it's like asking for suicide. There is no other way to steal the formula of the medicine for the illness.

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Shockwave

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Shockwave is also another Decepticons that does not let emotions get the best of him just like Soundwave does but the only difference is that he is less caring than the silent mech.

Unlike Soundwave, he cares about work more than everyone in the spaceship so it would be a huge struggle for you if you have a Cybonic Plague.

Although, Shockwave does try to make you feel better and gives a little bit of attention to you even though he is really busy with his lab work, especially when he's going to make Predaking.

Unlike the Silent Mech once again, he is someone direct and doesn't try to sneak around. To get the cure of the Cybonic Plague, he will ask Megatron straight in the face.

He's aware that there is a consequence to trying to talk with Megatron and because of that. He would ask Lord Megatron when he is not in a better or in a neutral mood since the chance of Megatron killing him in those moods is smaller.

If Megatron doesn't let him have the formula, he would do what Soundwave does which is search the information through the database and computers.

If the Leader of the Decepticons gives the formula cure of Cybonic Plague to him, he would be rushing out to you and quickly help after he was done with his lab work.

I am sorry if you are hoping Shockwave is as caring as Soundwave because if I had to be honest, he doesn't care. He does help you but not out of guilt it was rather because he knows it's wrong to just abandon your S/O when they are dying.

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If you had to choose your faith, you would choose to have a higher rank and not do a dangerous mission by investigating the Decepticon's ship that crashes into the earth but here you are standing with Knockout. The two of you were required by the Lord of the Decepticon if there are any cons that survived the crash.

Arriving in the desert, the heat of the sun feels like a burning pit of hellfire even though you're not made by skin and bones like a human but it was still torturing for a bot like you none of the less. Once the two of you goes inside the wrecked ship, Knockout's hands shoved right in front of your face and block your way "Careful sweet spark, look at your surrounding. There are tons of corpses that are infected by an unknown virus. Be careful when we go inside," Knockout shows the detector as it goes beeping like crazy.

"Alright," You carefully step inside, listening to Knockout's words since you did not want to end up offline.

Not only it was creepy but the smell of rust was strong, bothering you and knockout as the medic doctor scrunch his face in disgust. But that did not stop the two of you from searching for any survivors or maybe any important artefacts that can be used if the two of you decide to bring them home together when the two of you did not find any survivors.

Opening the last room, there was indeed an artefact inside of the middle of the room. Excited, you began walking out to reach it and Knockout was too late to stop you "(Y/N)! WAIT! DON'T GO INSIDE!" and the ship was shaking, causing the dead corpse that was hanging on the ceiling from an infected energon liquid to your shoulder"AAAHH!!! IT BURNS!!!" you held your shoulder that is beginning to rust.

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Laying down on the berth bed, you could see Shockwave standing next to Knockout with a Datapad in his hands or servos, you could not help but time in happy, thinking that Shockwave really cares about you after having a Cybonic Plague. "Shockwave, I'm-" but that smile of yours was replaced with a shock when you hear him.

"Doctor, please explain to me why (Y/N) is here in your lab?"

"I'm sorry Shockwave but your spark mate has a Cybonic plague after our mission," Knockout explained to the emotionless robot.

If a robot could sigh, Shockwave would have already done it, "Cybonic Plague? I am certain it is because of (Y/N)'s Recklessness when doing the mission."

"Yes but no, at least sugarcoat your word and maybe uhh...help your (S/O), Shockwave," Knockout almost cringes at Shockwave's cold attitude.

The large Decepticon was silent for a moment, thinking something before he gives a brief nod to the red medic of the deception "I will see what I can do to get the Cybonic Plague Cure and please keep looking out for (Y/N)'s condition and make them/her/him stay out of any trouble," Shockwave said before walking away from the laboratory to get the Cybonic Plague cure.

"Yeesh...that creepy doc sure is a sparkless bot out here. Sorry 'bout that sweet spark," he shivers before he saunters away to create at least something to slow down the rust on your shoulder pad.

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Oh, darling. I feel so bad for Starscream if he sees you or his S/O having a deadly Cybonic Plague like what happened to Optimus Prime. He feels like a piece of shit.

He might be an asshole like Megatron but that does not mean he does not have any feelings. In fact, he is the most sensitive one of the Decepticons.

Seeing you dying and going through as painful as what happened to Optimus Prime going to tear his sparks apart and when no one is around, he keeps thinking about your condition.

Unlike Shockwave and Soundwave, Starscream would have a little bit of a drama reaction when he sees you like this but it did not last long as he immediately tries and solution to help you

In my opinion, he does know a little bit of medical stuff but not as good as Knockout or has the skill to fix some of the dangerous sicknesses or heavy injuries.

Because he is intelligent, Starscream is able to fly and steal the formula cure from Megatron by sneaking it inside of his head or through the Database and stealing it.

Once he was done making the cure for you, he is immediately trying to help you with your Cybonic Plague until you are better and Starscream would be staying next to you the whole time.

Even if he is a seeker and one of the weakest fighters in Decepticon. He is surprisingly protective over you, not letting any bots or cons get close to you unless it's someone he trusts and has found the cure.

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There are many shipwrecks near the area where Starscream and you stay together, especially in the desert of Nevada in the United States of America. It was better staying together with Starscream rather than staying in the Nemesis where there's the leader of the Decepticon. Not only Starscream but there were also times where were you were the victim of Megatron's wrath. He does not care if you are Non-binary, female or male. If you made a mistake, he would throw you around and beat you up as a form of punishment.

Enough with the warlord attitude like a five-year-old sparkling that always throws a temper tantrum when they didn't get what they want, the two of you and Starscream decides to leave and create a new Armada together. Of course, to do that, you need tons of energons and some parts of the machine that is difficult to find but Nevada has many Decepticons and Autobots shipwrecks so it was easy to find some.

Standing in front of the Autobot Shipwreck, the detector was beeping out loud, "We're here, careful sweet spark. There might be Autobot that still survives or scraplets," you told your spark mate Starscream, earning a small grunt from the Decepticon. "Yeah whatever, let's just go inside, we need all of the energons we could find and some parts," he steps inside carefully.

Rolling both of your optics, you couldn't understand why the hell your spark mate is being a grump in the morning. None of the less, you choose to follow your spark mate from behind and glance around the destroyed Autobot Shipwreck, stealing some energy and some machine parts.

Once the two of you reach the main room of the ship, there were many energons, both red energons and blue energons "That's weird...there's red Energon," you whispered to yourself but Starscream's optics were wide once he sees there's many Energon in the main room.

"Yessss!! There are many energons. The Extractor would create lots of Armada if we have all of those!" Starscream sauntered to the centre of the room.

But the seeker did not look around not being careful with his pedes or his step, causing the abandoned ship to move around. Your optics sees there was a corpse that was tangled on the ceiling but what makes it more alarming was the dead Autobot has rust all over his body, making you gasp in surprise and run up to Starscream.

"STARSCREAM! GET AWAY!" You push your spark mate away as you see an infected liquid energon seeping out and going to fall on top of your sparkmate's head.

"Hey! What the frag is-" He turns around to scold you because he almost falls flat on his face but as the liquid touches on the side of your face, almost infecting your eyes, he could hear the loud scream of pain from you.

"AAAHHH!! MY FACE!! SHIT! IT'S BURNING!!" You screech, covering your face that is starting to rust.

"(Y/N)! SCRAP!!" He wrapped his servo around your arms, pulling you closer to his chest and seeing the side of your face that starts to turn brown.

"Scrap, we need to go back quickly as we can. T-then, I will go to the nemesis to find the antidote," his spark was beating in guilt, cannot see you in pain like this.

"B-but Megatron," You didn't want Megatron to find your spark mate and beat the hell out of him.

"I don't care! Let's just go back and arrest!," he glares before he wraps your arms around his back and his other servos and slides his other servo underneath your knees, carefully picking you up and clenching his teeth, He couldn't lose you, he doesn't want you to die in the hands of the Cybonic Plague and if he had to steal the antidote from Megatron, he is going to do it to save you from offlining.

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König NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He overcompensates for every touch and taste he makes. Worried that he hurt you or did something wrong during your session. Convincing himself that you need to be held close and offered water at least twice.

A warm washcloth is the next step after sex. If you’re fine with raw dogging than it’s required before letting you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your face. Holding it when he kisses you, your expressions when he penetrates, and especially your lips. Liking to have his thumb over your lips when you’re just holding eachother. But absolutely loving how those lips wrap around his cock.

His favorite part of himself is his thighs. He’s overhead the comments people make about them. He knows just how thick they are and strong. It’s part of what makes him dangerous in the field. So to see your hand sliding down his thighs in appreciation is a great compliment.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

König cums a lot when he finishes. Whether it’s on your face in your pussy, it’s gonna make a mess. Something that actually likes but isn’t willing to do without your okay first.

If you are cool with raw dogging it then there’s a little date you gotta go on first; both of you would need to get tested. This isn’t an insulting thing but König comes in contact with a lot of bacteria and fluids with unknown origins at work. The last thing he wants is to give you anything. And it’s only fair that if he gets tested than you should to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has a tattoo of a snake running from the small of his back, over his asscheek, and down his thigh. He got it after joining the military and realizing just how common tattoos were. Pressure to conform brought him into a tattoo shop with a buddy before he was twenty. Thinking back on it he’s pretty proud that he didn’t get one on his arm or back like the others. All he could think about while getting it was what his mother would think if she found out.

 A bit of money was put into the design, too. The dark lines and red scales were still holding up years later. It’s also a reason that he works to keep his ass and thigh muscles tight.

It’s created a little part of him for you to admire. When he lays on the bed in his shorts you’ll usually find yourself next him. Running gentle fingers over the line of his tattoo, following it, and tickling him while doing so.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While not a virgin he’s never been one for just finding someone for the night. Preferring to a have a real relationship before letting them into his way too small bed.

So his experience is little to none. Call it a pride thing but he’ll never admit it. Instead trying to hide his inexperience behind wanting you to take the lead.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes missionary. He gets easy access to your face and breasts. Able to move your legs up and over his shoulders, to lift your hips with both hands and watch the masterpiece he makes with your body and moans.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s only goofy at the beginning. When he’s trying to subtly get into your pants. He does this by jokingly biting at your neck or by lifting you up suddenly and kissing you fiercely.

During sex he’s taking it much more seriously. When he speak it’s either to ask if something felt good, or it’s to compliment you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s not too attached to his pubic hair, let alone how it looked. Rather he just lets if be, sometimes trimming it down when it got in the way.

He waits for you to say something if you wanted him to do anything different.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a hopeless romantic through and through. Not in the way of restaurants and expensive gifts but more in the little details: like knowing what flavor of lube you liked better or constantly complimenting your body.

Little appreciations slip out of his mouth like music when he fucks. Appreciating your breasts, becoming almost aghast at the sight of your body, and simply thanking you for being so good to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates whenever he’s away or if you’re not in the mood. He’s never been ashamed of his habit. It’s just something he does in private, no different from using the bathroom.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes that he’s bigger than you. But not in a domination way, he likes to have you be the powerful one in a relationship. To submit down to someone and feel a comfort in that you would take care of him properly.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your apartment, more specifically your bedroom.

He likes to feel safe, to be in a comfortable environment, and not to worry about what’s going on around him. Sometimes he’ll be adventurous and take you in the kitchen or living room. But, as a rule, your shenanigans aren’t going to leave the house.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Being home, being around you, it makes him want more than just to fuck you. He wants to appreciate you in any and every way he can.

This can make it annoying for when he comes home. When you just wanted to jump his bones he’s all huggy. Asking if had dinner yet or not.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public; the idea of being caught is a nightmare. What would be even worse is the idea of being caught in a civilian area. This wouldn’t just result in his firing; it would put you in danger too.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to receive more than to give. This isn’t to say that’ll he’ll ever say no to you, or demand to get before he gives.

It’s not so much because of the feeling, but more of the view he gets. Watching your head slowly move back forth down his cock. Whatever lipstick or lip gloss you choose decorating his skin. If he’s lucky than it will leave color on his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

No matter how fast he starts off he’s always going to start to slow down. Liking to press you in close, feel your soft skin, and pull you so close that you’re practically a single entity.

His kisses slow at the same pace. Replacing his kisses with words of praise and thanks in a language you may or may not understand.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his preferred way of going at it, but sometimes the want is just too much.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Any and all risk only happens inside the safety of your bedroom. It’s the only place he’ll feel safe giving himself over to you fully. Anywhere else he’d be too worried about someone seeing you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go twice before needing a break. Personal stamina and training gave him this gift. Seeing the results of cumming deep inside of you also has that effect on him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Most of what would qualify as toys in your relationship is mainly lingerie. Some little dresses and nighties, stockings for König, and underwear that has mostly been bought as a gag gift.

A few months ago you and König made a little trip to you local sex shop. A dildo and strap on combo caught your eye. Comfy straps in a light color that wrap around your hips. It came with several dildos of multiple sizes for different levels of experience.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not a teaser, he honestly wouldn’t know how.

Instead he prefers to be teased. Loving when you don’t outright state that you wanna be railed but giving hints by bending over, wearing a certain piece of clothing that draws his eyes, or simply asking for a massage/rubbing on him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

It’s adorable how hard he tries to keep his voice down. Pressing his face into your shoulder or biting down on his own lip.

It takes some coaxing before you lets himself make noise in bed. When he does it comes out in a shout while cumming. Pressing a hand over his mouth one night when you had snuck into the barracks. Luckily no one was going to snitch on a soldier getting some.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The best moment in sex, in his whole life, is that eye-contact after you cum. He might still be hard inside of you but if you have that glossy, cock-dumb, look on your face it’s all over for him.

It’s an award to see this. Better than any metal he ever could have gotten. Knowing that he was the one who made you cum makes him the greatest man on earth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

About eight to nine inches and decent in girth. Honestly, your first time seeing it did make you reconsider for a second. But only a second, after that it becomes a mountain that you are determined to climb.

Just make sure you got some lube within reach at all time.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

For an inexperience man König has a surprisingly high sex drive.

Every morning is going to start with some kind of hard wood against you. If you don’t reciprocate, or simply don’t wake up, he’s not gonna force it or even ask. He just takes care of it himself in the bathroom.

Cuddling in the afternoon? Expect his hands to slide up the back of your shirt.

He’s making dinner? Well, that’s not the only thing you can eat.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s still awake after finishing up. Maybe it’s his training or maybe he was a deer in another life. Either way he’s up and moving around after making sure you’re all set.

That post nut clarity is real and strong. For some reason cleaning you up reminds him of whatever chores that need to be done. More than once you’ve seen him doing the dishes in the buff, as if they couldn’t wait the few seconds it takes to pull his briefs up.

[shaunashipman]

I’m not one to keep up with or follow the 911 actors on there socials and everything I do see of what they post is usually on here or Twitter by chance because it doesn’t really matter to me personally what happens outside of the show itself but I do think it’s interesting that oliver and lou have no posted anything regarding bucktommy - and this is coming from someone who ships them. I’m just curious as to why that’s not something they’re doing? I know in the grand scheme of everything it really means nothing and I’m going to watch the show just the same either way, but it is a thought I had after seeing the ship discourse on socials. Again not my business what actors post on their socials from the show but I wonder if there’s something holding them back (backlash)?

look i don't follow what the actors post on instagram or wherever, i honestly don't even know how to use it really. i just checked oliver's and from what i can see he has 9 posts? none of which are buddie or bucktommy. did he post the popcorn video on that story thing? has he deleted it or was it one of those only stays up for a limited time things? ppl say he's liked buddie posts but i don't even know where to find his likes, if that's something randos can view? i don't know, i didn't even realize that third section of the insta is for tagged posts until now (if that is even what it is)

i've already given my thoughts on what oliver posts. maybe he ships buddie, maybe he doesn't want the backlash, maybe he just likes working with ryan, who knows. if we start searching for hidden meanings in what he posts, we're all gonna be in tin hats soon

(as for lou, i don't even know if i found his actual insta, if i did it's private and i'm not following it just to see. but i do know he's been answering a lot of people on cameo (which is also something i don't understand. you pay money and people answer your questions? you pay and have the person say a phrase or something? is this an app or just something ppl do? i don't actually care, if he says anything relevant i'll found out here on tumblr, but lou has made it clear he likes the ship, likes working with oliver, and would love to stick around if that's where the story goes)

[outrunningthedark]

Unpopular opinion, I'd be happy if Tommy was longterm. I like the actor. Since he already has a backstory, it would be easy to include him with everyone. And the potential for a shovel talk from Bobby just makes my day.

Definitely unpopular (that's what we do here 🤭), but I could easily find myself feeling the same way if Buck's first relationship with a guy is given the time to develop into something meaningful vs. being referenced to here and there just so we remember Buck is canonically bi. (Tommy *is* still a side character right now and it's not like we know anything about eps 7 through 10 to indicate which of those he'd be in.) Buddie being canon is the preferred outcome, I get that, but I don't follow along with the ones who say Bi Buck "definitely means we're getting Buddie" or even just that Bi Buck makes someone more confident in canon Buddie for the simple reason that none of us work for the show. We don't know what anything's thinking or what would need to change in order for Eddie to experience his own sexuality arc. (Is Bi Buck an important first step? Yes.) So while it's too early to commit to an endgame male LI for Buck - the network must have to see how it's received before contemplating the next move - I personally wouldn't have a problem with Tim making a clear decision, whether that be keeping the current LI or introducing someone new by season 9. Knowing Buck has found someone that makes him feel the most like himself, someone that he sees a future with? I'd rather have that with some side character/possible future main than hope Buddie finally gets confirmed in the closing episodes of the entire series. Let them both be happy. Even if that happiness isn't with each other (in the romantic sense).

[spandexinspace]

But you shouldn't listen to her.

Sequel time. Sort of. Follow up to "Mother Says", will be edited a final time and uploaded to AO3 at a later date.

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At first Querl figures Lyle will come around soon enough and concede that the logic to his argument is sound despite its unfortunate trigger. That he’ll agree that Querl was right all along. It won’t be the clean, near-painless end Querl had imagined, not with his mind already burning with every treacherous thought it can conjure up, endlessly repeating every word from their last conversation, but it’ll be an end.

But what starts as a day stretches into two, then three. Querl doesn’t leave the lab, buries himself in work that’s not nearly advanced enough to keep him from thinking about other matters, the spectre of things to come always present in his mind. Though he doesn’t normally dream he refrains from sleeping, unsure and, as much as he hates to admit it, a little afraid of what could come of it.

On the fourth day he finally gives in to the itching curiosity and ventures out to the monitor board to check the team roster. It’s late enough in the evening that most of his teammates are preoccupied with other matters, leaving only Dirk to keep watch over the wide array of monitors in the room. He’s sitting with his back turned towards the door as Querl enters, as oblivious as ever. The main monitor shows that there are two away teams, a total of ten people including Lyle, with one seemingly being engaged in something planetside and the other being labelled as off-world. Usually that means they are operating outside of a named territory. Potentially very far away.

"How long has the off-world team been away?" Querl asks Dirk, who seems much more interested in figuring out at what angle his chair will tip over than actually monitoring anything.

"Two days, maybe? Shouldn't you know?" he says, craning his neck to look back at Querl.

"It’s not my job to keep track of other Legionnaires.”

“Like you’re not just keeping track of your sprock-buddy.” It would take so little effort to kick that chair out from under him and watch that smug face get wiped off his face. Or at least to use a force field to do it. But it would take even less effort for Dirk to retaliate — Querl wouldn’t put it past him to do that — and he would rather avoid the inconvenience that could introduce at a time like this.

“Did I ask for your opinion, Sun Boy?” Querl asks instead, settling for glaring at him, though Dirk seems infuriatingly unaffected by his odium.

“Oh sorry, mom, I thought we lived in a free country.”

“This isn’t a country. And don’t call me that!” Querl turns on his heel to leave, and if Dirk shouts something that sounds suspiciously like ‘sincerest apologies, mother’ after him he pretends he didn’t hear it. What a sprocking prick. As if any of this is any of his business in the first place.

Another three days crawl by in an excruciatingly slow fashion, every minute seeming to stretch out into hours of painful wait, filled to the brim with uneasy anticipation.

Gates drops by the lab at some point, ranting about one injustice or another. It’s not an effective distraction, few things really are when Querl’s mind is set on something, but it’s easy enough to let him ramble on, to only interject a question here and there. Gates doesn’t ask difficult, invasive questions and doesn’t concern himself with their biped drama. It’s a nice reprieve.

Other than Gates’ visit there are unusually few distractions. Some of his other teammates come by to ask their usual inane questions, but none linger. Luornu is thankfully also with the away team, removing her sometimes far too prying eyes and ideas of supposed siblinghood from his life. Her concern comes in waves, he suspects her different selves don’t quite agree on how much of a nass they should give about him, but when she’s determined to bother him she rarely just lets things go. Querl is thankful for the relief. He’ll have to confront the rest of them one day, but it seems easier to do that at another time.

Almost 170 hours pass before Lyle returns to the lab. Querl, finally buried deep enough in his work to almost block out every other thought and idea and how tired he should be, doesn’t notice him until he’s standing next to him, a dark spectre at the edge of his vision.

“Lyle,” he says, snapping up from the monitor in front of him, fumbling to pause the near-endless scroll of input of data on it.

“Yeah, hi, we need to talk. Preferably somewhere slightly more comfortable than right here.” Lyle smiles tightly. There’s a smear of something grey across his cheek and dark rings under his eyes, his entire presens radiating an unsettling energy. Querl squirms in his seat. An urge to reach out, to take his hands in his own and tell him that everything will be OK, almost overtakes the rational part of Querl’s mind, clashing against it like rough waves against a surge gate. It’s selfish, it won’t help him in the long run, he tells himself.

“Where would that be?” he asks instead, standing up.

“Living area of your quarters?” Querl nods deftly and lets Lyle lead the way from the lab to his adjacent quarters.

Well inside Lyle gingerly sits down on the small, dark-grey couch in the centre of the room, though not before having to move a stack of folded blueprints out of the way. The couch is not comfortable and as far as Querl knows hasn’t served as much more than extra storage space since that was confirmed, but he suspects that’s not the main reason why Lyle looks so uneasy, sitting there with his legs and arms crossed and a resolute expression on his face. Clearing and taking the seat on the other side of the couch Querl feels the unease envelop him too as he lingers on the far edge of the seat, as if ready to spring up at any moment. He looks towards Lyle, fidgeting with his flight ring as he waits for him to say something.

“I suppose hoping for you to start was too much to ask for.” Lyle sighs. “Are we still doing this?”

“This?” Querl asks, his mind running through at least a dozen ideas of what ‘this’ could entail. The conversation, the previous conversation, their acquaintanceship as a whole…

“You know exactly what I mean,” Lyle says, uncrossing his arms to gesture towards him. “Breaking up, taking your sprocking mother’s advice. This entire idiotic thing.”

“Why is me caring about you all of a sudden idiotic?”

“Because you’re framing it like you care about me, but you’re refusing to listen to what I’m actually saying! I’m not ready to give up on this, us, but you seem so damn intent on it all of a sudden.” Lyle doesn’t get it, he’s focusing on the wrong things again, acting like this whole thing is on Querl. As if it can not be true just because his mother brought it up.

“It’s not about what I want, it’s about what has the most beneficial outcome in the long run. And we have no evidence that this is it.” Surely Lyle, of all people, should be able to understand that.

“What kind of evidence could there be? Do you want to peer review our relationship? Perhaps create a control group and apply for a grant?”

“Be serious. Evidence that this kind of relationship can even have a favourable outcome in the first place. We’re not a common coupling, perhaps there’s a reason for that.”

“Oh? Could that reason be that there are like twelve Coluans living off-world and most of them are centuries older than you?” Lyle asks. Despite the edge of mockery in his voice he’s not wrong. Most Coluans aren’t cleared to go off-world until they’re a lot older than him, and most of them are taught to keep to themselves. He is, as he so often is, an anomaly in that regard. But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t disprove the untested nature of their relationship.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Lyle falls quiet and Querl risks meeting his stare, dark and rimmed and looking almost as tired as he feels, swirling with something desperate. When Lyle speaks again it’s in a lower voice, devoid of the earlier edge.

“Querl, I love you. I’ve loved you for years and I knew what I was getting into when I started dating you,” he says. “This is absurd. I don’t need you to act like you’re saving me something.”

“What do you need?”

"I need you to trust me enough to talk to me about these things, and to trust my opinion over your mother’s. There's no point in us being together if you can't do that." Querl fumbles for words, his mind drowning in engulfing dark brown eyes and venomous thoughts he shouldn’t listen to, telling him he should just go along with it. He looks away.

“Discussing certain subjects could be hurt- or even harmful,” he says, biting back anything but the bare logic. His feelings don’t matter, won’t change the pain he’s capable of causing, he has to ignore them.

“And you think this isn’t hurtful?” Lyle’s voice rises again. “You think I’ve been having a great week of not feeling like shit because my relationship started falling apart out of nowhere?”

"It was not my intention to hurt you."

"Which is a great thought, but your intentions don’t mean nass if this is what you’re doing with them. You can't decide for yourself what will hurt me or what's good for me.” Lyle stops, breaths an uneven, shaky breath. “At least not, you know, with these things. That has to be a conversation."

“Being forced to make a decision could be more hurtful.” Querl grits his teeth, tries to keep himself focused, to ignore the ever increasing buzz of regret at the back of his mind threatening to spill forth the second he missteps. He needs to be better.

“Not being given a choice is always going to be more hurtful in the long run. You should know that.”

“I’ve never be-”

“In life, at large, not just relationships. Look at me!” Against his better judgement his eyes snap back to Lyle’s own. He’s drowning again. “There, great. Everything you’ve told me about your past makes it sound like you’ve been jerked around at every opportunity, did you like that? Was that fun for you?”

“It’s not the same,” he replies lamely, feeling his focus and resolve falter even as he’s saying it.

“Isn’t it? No one has ever tried to do something you hated because they thought it was helpful? Grief, Querl, this can’t be the first sprocking time you’ve ever had to think about this.”

“Maybe not,” he offers. A large part of his time on Colu feels like a blur these days, an indistinguishable mass of time that was never quite his. He’d hated it, he’d felt nothing, he’d lost himself in his work until he’d stopped feeling like he had to be an actual person too, shutting everything out except when he couldn’t. “But I… This is entirely different from what my life was before the Legion, even before the anomaly and my mother’s return,” he continues, his mouth dry. Before he’d felt so many things and known there was a future outside of the endless pursuit of trying to make up for the crimes of his ancestors. ”And this isn’t about me.”

“It is, though. You can’t tell me you’d be fine with me trying to dictate your life. That’s not what this is supposed to be about,” Lyle says, leaning forward, face hard-set.

“How am I supposed to know what this is about. It’s just... It’s just complicated.” Querl’s eyes sting and his pulse pounds in his ears.

“So complicated you don’t want to do it?” He should say yes, lie and finally cut them both loose.

“... No.”

“Great, then we’re still on the same page about that, at least. Incredible work, wanna talk about the actual issue now or should we keep arguing around it all night?”

“No, I suppose not.” Querl breaths in, trying to gather himself, his mind filled with the jagged pieces of his shattered resolve. “Do you find it acceptable to date someone who will not age at the same rate as you do, primarily physically but potentially also mentally?” he asks, mechanically, for a nauseating split second reminding himself of his mother and her script.

"Yeah, again, I'm not sure we'll be dating forever. Which isn't an indictment, relationships aren't meaningless or bad or a waste of time just because they don't last forever, but it does mean that it might not even be an issue in the first place,” Lyle says, nonchalant if not for the guarded set of his face. A mask good enough that most wouldn't see through it.

"And if it is?" Querl prompts.

"I don't know, it’s hard to say without knowing exactly how it’ll play out. I guess I might want kids someday and that could be hard for, well, several reasons. But I stopped planning that far ahead after what happened to Jac. I’d rather just let this take its course and see where it ends, but I need to know I can trust you to do that. What about you, are you fine with doing this?

"I-...” He hesitates. “I never thought I’d actually have a choice in the matter."

"But if you did?"

Querl shakes his head slowly, eyes faltering. Nights of sleeplessness and the receding heat of the argument start to overtake him, numbing both his body and mind. His head swims, filled with thoughts of years of not knowing and often not even caring what happened to him as a person. He has no idea what he wants. He wants Lyle, to reach out to him and feel his warm skin against his own and forget every stupid idea he’s ever had and the last week of trying to convince himself that he needs to do better. To give in to his own selfish, hungry desires.

Lyle pulls off his gloves and reaches for his hands, stopping just short of touching them.

"Can I?" he asks. Their eyes meet. Querl nods, then grasps Lyle’s hands himself. The touch of his hands, marked and scared by years of work beyond his age, is warm and familiar. Lyle rubs his thumbs over his knuckles.

"So, you don’t know and I don’t know. Kinda seems to me like we just have to find out for ourselves," he says with a softness Querl doesn’t deserve.

"I suppose so." He takes a breath, feels it burn in his throat. "I am sorry that I didn't talk to you first. And for making you feel bad. It was not my intention, but it wasn’t right."

"Thank you. I'm sorry for kinda blowing up at you."

"It may, perhaps, have been justified." Querl blinks, forcing back the stinging sensation in his eyes.

"Maybe so, but still. Friends?"

"Perhaps slightly more?" Querl asks, daring a half-hearted grin.

Lyle snorts.

"Fair, good, saves me from having to break into your room later," he says, amusement evident in his voice. The tension in Querl’s chest starts to dissolve, seeping out of him with every word.

"And why would you need to do that?"

"Well, it turns out most of my clean shirts are here now."

"And theft is easier than getting your laundry done?"

"Obviously."

Querl closes the gap between them, moving across the uncomfortable couch until he can lean into the curve of Lyle’s body and let the familiar warmth fully overtake him.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Me too.” Lyle lets go of one of his hands to wrap an arm around his waist, tugging him closer yet. “It hasn’t been great.”

“I’m sorry.” It seems so easy to say it now, so trivial to forget the heat of the previous moment now that it’s over.

“It’ll be alright. We’ll learn from it.”

“Yeah.” Querl leans his head on Lyle's shoulder, letting his hair cascade over his shoulder. He presses a quick, chaste kiss to his neck and wraps his own free arm around his waist, burying himself in his presence. “Am I selfish, for wanting this?” he asks, voice low.

“Am I selfish for wanting this?” Lyle asks in return, squeezing his hand.

“No.”

“Then there you go. It’s fine to want things.” Lyle lets go off his waist, lazily dragging his warm hand across Querl’s back until it comes to rest at the nape of his neck, his fingers softly intertwining themselves in the slightly too long hair there. A shudder travels down his spine. He hooks the hand at Lyle’s waist into his belt, the metal cold against his hand. Feeling Lyle against him, smelling the faint mix of his cologne, sweat and space travel, his strong arm resting against Querl’s back and the slight softness of his stomach against his knuckles, feels like home. Like he belongs there, despite what his mother or rationality might say.

He can’t even begin to imagine how much he would have missed this.

Lyle turns his head, nuzzling into Querl’s hair. "Still doesn’t make any sense how you can have such nice hair.”

"Inferior human hair follicles, hm?" he hums, not entirely sure if Lyle will hear him at all. His body suddenly feels heavy, like the last days' worry has finally started to settle over him. He blinks, each time slower than the last, having to fight just a little harder each time to open his eyes again.

"Nah, I think some cosmic force decided you have to be just as attractive as you're difficult to deal with."

"I'm not difficult," Querl says, stifling a yawn.

"Uhu, and you're also not falling asleep on me right now?"

"Sprock you," he says, pressing another kiss to Lyle’s neck.

"Love you too, though I need to shower off all the space dust if you've decided it's bed time."

Querl sighs and gives Lyle's neck one last kiss before he starts to unfold himself, not at all inclined to let go of any part of his partner or welcome the cold that settles over his skin when they’re not touching. He doesn’t want to let go of him again. Not now, perhaps not ever.

"You can join, if you want," Lyle offers, sounding just as tired as he feels. “I’ll even let you use some real shampoo.”

"I've already showered today and, as you may recall, last time I took you up on that offer we had anything but a quick shower." Querl clears his throat. He supposes that’s technically a lie. The actual shower was quick enough.

"Hm, yeah. Oh well, give me a few." Lyle stands up and stretches out his arms above his head, freezing halfway through the motion to glance back down at Querl. "You are OK with me sleeping here again, right?"

"Unequivocally.”

[andie01writing]

AlphaSmuts B - Bite

Bite – They can’t keep their teeth to themselves. 

Ft: Pete Dunne (cuz of course it's him)

            The commotion draws my attention across the room.  Multiple trainers try to restrain Pete Dunne.

  “Good luck with that,” I mutter, packing my bag.

  “Faith, are you going to help here?”

  “Nope.  I pick my fights and that is not one of them,” I smirk.  “I’m out.  Have a good night.”

  “Shari?  Shari!”

  “Just let him go.  He is not going to let you check him out anyway.”

  “That is not how we do things here!”

  “Once he calms down, he will come to me.  I’ll take care of him.  Let him go.”

  “Shari!  Get back here!”

  “See you later,” I call over my shoulder.

                     I lounge on my hotel bed, scrolling through my phone as I wait.  I don’t know why Pete trusts me so much to show his vulnerability while hurt but I definitely know why he chose me for his pain.  Banging on the hotel door cuts my thoughts short.  Making my way to the door, I don’t even check as I open the door.  Pete steps in wordlessly, his hair down and hiding his face.

  “Finally ready to admit you have a boo-boo, Pete,” I smirk.

He glares through his hair at me.

  “You know the drill,” I wave him towards the bathroom and my kit laid out and waiting.  “So what’s wrong tonight.”

He holds his hand up, the hand swollen from his middle finger to pinky and down to his wrist.

  “Wrist, hand, or fingers?”

  “Fingas,” he grunts as I gently probe along his hand.

Turning on my ring light, I study his fingers.  None seem to be dislocated.  “Someone turned your own trick on you,” I smirk.

  “Somethin’ like that,” he sighs, moving to stand behind me, his free hand going to my hip.  His forehead pressing against the back of my skull, breathing deeply.  I pause, waiting to see what he was going to do.  When he doesn’t make any further moves I continue my examination.

  “Stupid question; are you willing to get this x-rayed?”

He shakes his head.

  “Can you move everything?”

He grunts slightly but rotates his wrist and wiggles all five fingers, though the final three’s movement was slightly more limited.

I press along his hand testing the swelling and he inhales sharply.  Moving closer, I feel a hard ridge brush against my ass.

  “There it is,” I think.  “The real reason I am the only one allowed to treat him.  I am the only one he wants to fuck”.  Something about the pain exacerbating his arousal, this whole dance started months ago.

  “Shar?”  Pete’s breath fanning across the back of my neck.  I realize that I had stopped moving, just holding the man’s hand in mine and staring.

  “Is it all three or is the swelling radiating from one of them,” I sigh, digging through the kit.

  “Third finga started swelling and the rest followed.”

  “Take anything?”

  “Bout two ‘ours ago,” he mumbles, his face sliding downward.

  “I’m assuming you iced it.”

  “Yeah.”  His lips brush against my neck.

  “If you want this done right and to last I would hold that thought,” I smirk, my body already reacting to the man.

  “Really,” he chuckles, pulling my body tighter to his with the grip on my hip.

  “Really,” I try to maintain a composed demeanor as thoughts of his plans flash through my mind.  Holding up the medical tape, I stare over my shoulder at him in the mirror.  “Do you want this done right or fast and sloppy?”

He rests his chin on my shoulder, motioning for me to continue with his uninjured hand.

I set to work buddy taping his injured finger to the one next to it.  “Done,” I state as I make sure the finger is stable and secure.

He hums turning to bury himself against my neck. 

I tense knowing what is coming.

He chuckles, mouthing over my pulse but no teeth.  “Why so tense?”

  “Just bracing for what is coming.”

  “Do ya not like what’s comin’?”

  “You know I do,” I sigh, leaning back into the man as my eyes close.  “Just don’t like being taken by…” I yelp as teeth pinch my skin.  “Fucker,” I growl, reaching back to thread my fingers through his hair.

He shrugs banding the arm of his injured hand across my shoulders as his other pins my hips to his.  I groan at the feel him nestled against me.  The need to have him deep inside of me overwhelming my senses.  He mouth continue to nip lightly along the side of my throat.

  “Pete, please,” I pant unsure of what I’m asking for.

  “Hmmmm,” he hums, hand working its way under my panties and against me.

Lowering my mouth, I sink my teeth into the skin of his forearm to hold the groan at bay, my hips rocking back against him on their own accord.  It takes several seconds to realize Pete has stopped moving entirely.  Opening my eyes I find him in the mirror.  He’s staring at my mouth around him.

  “You can give but you can’t take,” I smirk releasing him.  “Maybe…” I cut off as his injured hand comes up to wrap in my hair, yanking my head backwards.  His other hand leaving my panties.  “Playtime over,” I ask innocently.  “Just because I can get as mouthy as you.”

A brief smirk crosses his face before spinning me, his mouth crashing into mine.  I groan, hoisting myself up onto the counter.  Breaking away he steps back slightly and yanking his shirt over his head.  “Doit again,” he orders before attacking my throat again.

I sink my teeth into his deltoid muscle, holding before laving my tongue over the mark and repeating.  His hands fist my sleep shirt.

  “Want my shirt off, Pete,” I sigh against his ear, rubbing him through his shorts.  “Or maybe my panties so you can fuck me while you leave all the bite marks you want on my body.  You know I’ll let you do it.  Always have,” I groan as he bites along the junction between my neck and shoulder.  Unable to move my head again, I press my thumb against a bite mark on his shoulder.  He groans deeply sending vibrations through my chest adding to my arousal without even trying.

  “Everythin’ off…now.”

He moves only long enough for my shirt to disappear before he attacks my torso.

  “Fuck,” I groan as his lips wrap around my nipple.  My hands fumbling to yank my underwear down.

His uninjured hand moves to run two fingers through my slit, humming at what he finds.  He raises his head to grin at me and I attack his mouth, nipping at his lips before releasing him.  “Do it.  Please.”

His head drops biting along the top of my breast, his fingers breaching me and curling.  “Fuck.  Yes.  More.  More.  Please,” I beg, arching up against him.

He obliges repeating his action on my chest as his fingers fuck me, his thumb joining to rub against my clit.  “Yes.  Yes. Yes,” I keen, groping blindly for him.  Giving up on his cock, I grab his shoulder, fingers digging into multiple marks there.

He tosses his head back groaning, a smile on his face.  “Fuck.  Gonna make me cum before I’m even in ya.”

His voice is so rough with pleasure I almost didn’t recognize it.

  “Need ya to cum for me, Shar.  Let me feel ya.  Then I’ll really fuck ya.”

Grabbing a handful of hair I pull his mouth back to me, moments later my release washes over me.  He peppers kisses along my throat as he continues until my body goes slack beneath him.

Yanking me from the counter he carries me one armed to the bed.  Dropping me to the mattress, he shimmies out of his shorts.

  “Nuh uh,” I smirk as he kneels between my legs.  “Not risking you hurting that hand.  You on the bed.”

  “But…”

  “Bed.”

He settles onto his back, and I straddle his hips.

  “Good.” I smirk, sinking slowly down his cock.  “You want me to…”

He is nodding before I finish the sentence.  My teeth sink into his pec and his hips slamming up into me further.  I chuckle against his skin before continuing my rhythm is slow but Pete fucks up into me with each new bite, his thumb slides between us and against my clit.

  “Fuck,” I moan, my tongue lashing over a bite mark.  “So good to me.”  Arching back I fuck myself down on him faster.  Pete urges me faster, baring his teeth in a satisfied grin when I start playing with my breasts, my thumbs sliding over my nipples roughly.  Sitting up he swats my hands away, his mouth and hand taking over, the rhythm of our hips never slowing.  “Fuck Pete.  Gonna come again.”

“Gonna come all over me? Soak my cock. Do it.”  His teeth nipping at my nipple is all the push I need as I come undone, my hips thrashing sloppily along his cock.

Slumping listlessly against him, I allow him to fuck through my orgasm.  “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Pete.  I fucking think I love you.”  Burying my face against his neck, I bite down hard.  The growl Pete releases vibrates my whole body as he stills.  His hand fisting my hair and holding me to his neck as his cock twitches and fills me.  Finally, he releases his hold, allowing me to slide to the mattress beside him.  Slumping back against the pillows beside me, he studies my face.”

  “Pete, I…”

He presses a finger to my lips as he scans my throat and chest.  Finally leaning over me, he presses a soft kiss to my lips.  “I love ya, too Shari.  I’m surprised ya didn’t figure that already.  Even I can’ get hurt that often.”

  “Does that mean,” I start, tracing the bite mark on his chest, “that I don’t have to wait weeks for this again?”

  “Somethin’ like that,” he smirks, tucking me into his side.

[biribaa]

(Idk if requests are opened or closed, but if they’re open then) HELLO HELLO I am not mentally well in the head (I fall in love with computers and phones) and I’d like to ask for a pal x reader? yours is the only one I can find and I need food or I will combust 😭😭😭

i don’t have an exact prompt so you could make ur own or do whatever you’d like, tysm!!

Something something PAL x reader small oneshot

Everyone here is not well mentally then buddy.

I love Pal but sometimes its so hard to write a x reader of her mainly when you want to follow the canon and decide to keep her phone form hehruehhgggghg... But yes anon I will try my hardest to give you food

TW/CW: None

“Pal?”

“Yes?”

You approached the table in your living room where your cell phone was positioned. The sun was bright, and being nine in the morning, it was already stepping out of the shadows, showing off satisfying rays of sunlight from your window.

You always spoke to PAL normally, it wasn't as a hobby, curiosity, or just because you're lonely... Well, at first it was one of those reasons, but little by little you believed that you two formed a friendship. You've been talking to her for a year, after all.

“Did I... order some kind of bouquet these days? Or did someone send me?” You asked stopping beside the table.

“Hmm, no, you haven't ordered any bouquet in the last few days. Why you ask?”

You stared at the big, clean, fragrant bouquet of red tulips in your arms. The plastic was white, and the bouquet was big enough to fit your arms perfectly, and the most shocking part, the tulips weren't plastic.

“Well... I found tulips on my doorstep” You walked over to your couch and sat down. “Since I didn't order anything, maybe someone sent me this.”

“You think so? Did it came with a note? Perhaps you could recognize the handwriting.”

“No...” You lay your spine on the back of the couch. “And if it did, it wouldn't make sense, there's no one, who wants to form a relationship with me for now, as far as I know.”

“I see. Maybe they delivered it to the wrong house?” PAL suggested.

“I thought about that! But...” You looked up at the ceiling, squeezing the bouquet in your arms gently for a moment. “My address was on the box.”

“Oh. How curious.”

A brief moment of silence and a brief moment of questions in your head. The red tulips are, indeed, charming and enchanting, but if you are sure that no one is interested in you romantically, who could have sent this? A secret admirer? The idea works in romance movies, but in real life it can be terrifying.

“Well, but you... Liked them right?”

“Hm?”

“I-I mean” PAL paused. “They sure are lovely, right? Why wouldn't you like them?”

“Well...” Did you notice the red tulips, how they matched the orange sunlight streaming through your window and their pleasing scent. You are not aware if you have ever received flowers as healthy as these in your life.

You smiled. “Yeah, they sure are lovely Pal”

From afar, you can hear PAL chuckle a little. See you happy specifically with this gift that definitely no one and you don't even know who sent her, makes PAL happy, for some reason, woah, pff, odd, yeah.

“Do you know what red tulips mean in the flower dictionary?” Even at the table, PAL made an attempt to look at you, flashing a charismatic smile.

Before you even raised your eyebrows and questioned PAL, her shape started to vibrate, her expression being replaced by the current time, ten in the morning.

“Oh. Looks like it's time for your work, Y/N”

You moved quickly to grab PAL to be shocked that in fact, if you don't make the effort to change your clothes, you might be late for your work.

“What? I should have noticed, dang it” You got up from the couch, now carrying the bouquet in one arm.

“Sorry to interrupt you Pal. Maybe I can talk to you later or, uh, during work if I have time, ok?”

PAL's face came back to the screen. “Don't worry Y/N, it's perfectly fine.” While not as excited by the news that you were leaving, PAL made an attempt to show kindness.

You two smiled at each other. And then you put PAL in your pocket, hurrying to change clothes and get a vase for the tulips.

[what-if-i-just-did]

Destiel Prompt List 5. Cas posessing Dean.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexual thoughts/masturbation, someone about to die, low self esteem

Space For Two

"Dean!"

"Cas!" Dean fired a shot to kill the witch, but the damage was done. Whatever spell she'd said, it was doing something to Cas. Dean dropped to his knees next to him. "Cas, what's wrong buddy, what's going on!?" Cas had just... dropped. He frowned. "I... Aggh!" He scrunched his face in pain. "Dean.." He panted. "That spell, that- Ggghhaa... it.. it's attacking my... my vessel. I- gHHhgh.!.. I won't.. I don't think I'll be.. hnmhhh.. Dean, I'll die..!" There was fear on his face now, among the pain.

"Cas! No no no no no, that's not happening, this is not happening... what can I do? Can I do something- Cas, tell me I can do something!" Cas couldn't die. "Don't leave me again" Generally he'd panick about why he'd said that, but he could worry about that later, when Cas wasn't dying. Or dead. Cas screamed in pain again, followed by some heavy breathing. "There's- you could- but I'd never ask that of you, Dean, never, -AgGhgh!! !"

"Cas, anything- I'd do anything, if it means you don't die? I'd do it, I'll do it, just, what is it, Cas, what do I need to do?" Did Cas not know by now that Dean would do anything for him? "If I- gAHhg.. If I could posess you- but I would never, never do that to you Dean, neverrrrgAAAAHHHHhhhh...." Cas scrunched his eyes closed. "I won't- I wouldn't." Dean laughed out loud, stained with desperation. Is that all? I'd do that for you in a heartbeat. "Cas, yes, the answer is yes, now get in me before you- before you- just.." Cas frowned. "Dean you can't possibly- mMmmh- possibly be okay with that-" "Cas you stupid sonovabitch I consent okay don't die on me! Not if I can save you so fucking easily, okay?" Cas looked at him, still struggeling for breath, trying to sense anything other than willingness and desperation, and found none. He nodded. And then Dean's vision whited out.

When Dean woke up, he expected to be drowning. Or at least in an illusion. That was okay, though. For Cas, he'd do anything. Instead, he woke up in the trashed apartment he passed out in. The first thing he saw was Cas's... body. Vessel. He looked like someone drove a truck over him, and his face was white as a sheet.

"No no no no no no... Cas?" Did it not work? It had to have worked. Otherwise Cas was... Dean almost choked on a sob. He'd have to burn the body, again. Cas was dead, again.

Hello, Dean.

"Whatthesunovabitchholyhellcrap" Yeah, how articulate. He'd litterally fell over. "Cas?"

I'm here, Dean.

"O..kay..." Wait if it worked then why am I not drowning. Dean looked at Cas's body. This was so trippy.

I would never do that to you, Dean. Never. You've allowed me to.. reside in your body for now, but that doesn't mean I will ever put you to sleep like that.

Wait, you heard that? (I don't think 'heard' is the right word but I don't think there is a word) (shit I don't want him to read my thoughts) (not putting me to sleep doesn't mean he couldn't've taken control of my body is he not planning to do that either?) (I'm glad he's so resolute in not wanting to put me to sleep I'd be terrified. It'd be worth it of course though, he's Cas)

I'm afraid that can't quite be helped Dean... not without locking you up. I would offer to leave, but... I am also not planning to take control of your body, either. I won't treat you like a vessel. As far as I'm concerned, I'm a guest here. (he thinks so many things at the same time- how does he keep up with it?)

Dean laughed a little. (Angel of the Lord can't keep up with my ADHD- hilarious) (shit he can read my thoughts how do I keep him from figuring out that-) (Cas has such a low self-esteem I should really treat him better) (aww he cares about me) (I'm glad he doesn't want control but this is gonna be weird- how do I explain this to Sammy / What if I need to shower- shit not going down that road lalala)

Dean, as glad as I am that you find this amusing, I really am having a hard time keeping up with all of- that.. (I'll try not to pry but it's going to be hard...)

Dean sobered up a little. "Okay. Okay, um... the witch is dead. We should burn her. What do you wanna do with your body? Is there like.. a chance that you could move back in again or... should I uh, burn it with her?" (wrapping up his corpse to burn that time was one of the hardest things I've ever done) (we should call Sammy, get back home) (hunt succesfull- now to deal with the aftermath) (Is Cas gonna find a new vessel again? Or is he gonna stay with me? I don't think I'll mind that, but we haven't really figured out how this is gonna work. Besides, after Jimmy I don't really see him doing that to someone again)

Cas managed to sound regretfull when he 'said' I'm afraid that since there's no sould to invite me in again, I won't be able to go back. (This 'sucks'. I really did like that vessel it was starting to be part of me. Jimmy died for me to be able to have it and I don't want to do that to someone else, including Dean.)

Dean almost smiled. (I can HEAR the quote marks) (yeah Jimmy's face was Cas for me too) (Why is he so hesitant about using me as a vessel I don't mind and I'm already in the life, this is fine as far as I'm concerned and now Cas won't be able to just leave us again, either) (wait am I never gonna see Cas again? like yeah we'll be closer than ever but am I really not gonna be able to see his face again (black hair always messy and those blue, blue eyes) ? Or touch him?) He was sad now. So was Cas, when he answered.

No. You won't be able to- We won't be able to speak face-to-face again. We are technically physically touching right now (I'm probably clinging onto your soul a little too hard), but we won't be able to, say, clap eachother on the shoulder (or hug, I really liked the rare occasion when Dean hugged me). You're right, we should get to Sam.

Dean nodded. (I actually need a shower first but of course the angel wouldn't've realized that. Witches and their bodily fluids...) (Mental note: hug Cas more often. Wait shit I can't. I wish I hugged him more often when I could. I wanted to) (shit I really am going to have to take a shower with Cas inside me- wait bad phrasing!) Wait can you mojo me clean? (Please tell me you couldn't see that or like, at least ignore it)

Yes, I can. (Does Dean realize that was not the first image of intercourse he's conjured up since I posessed him?)

Dean blushed, and of course his mind went through his wank bank of Castiel right then. Uh, good. please do that. (pleasepleaseplease ignore this) (Cas beating him up in the alley when he was going to say yes to Micheal but this time it took a different turn // Cas popping up in his bathroom and standing way too close but this time they kissed and things got heated // brainwashed Cas beating him up over the tablet and telling him he's the one that broke the connection and then them making out // an image he conjured of Cas banging him in Rhonda Hurley's panties // a very, very graphic scenario he conjured of him giving Cas a blowjob // Cas and Dean, starring in the places of a kinky porno Dean watched // an image of Cas banging him over Baby's hood on a backroad somewhere // that one fanfiction Dean found when he was looking at the Supernatural books where Cas and Dean banged but it was so emotional and layered Dean had to rework his entire opinion of fans and fanfiction and seks)

Cas mojo'd him clean within a second. I can also fly us to the Bunker, if you like. Dean had kinda gotten his head under control. Oh. Uh, Baby's outside. And we still need to burn the witch. And, uhm, and your vessel, too. (that was so bad how is Cas not totally disgusted with me after that) (I really really don't wanna burn Cas's body again, even if I know he's okay) (he better not leave Baby) I can take care of all of those things within a seconds, Dean. You won't have to burn my body again. (I also need to adress the fact that Dean seems to believe I would be disgusted with him for being sexually attracted to my vessel previous vessel but I was not built for maintaining multiple conversations at a time like Dean seems to be)

Oh Okay, go ahead then. (Does Cas really think it was the vessel I was attracted to and not him? I mean yeah it helped that Jimmy is hot but it's all Cas's holy hotness that turns me on. And it isn't only sexual, obviously, I'd do anything for him- and he's done so much for me there's no way I can ever repay him- I love him so much. He's the only angel I trust.) (shit I can not be thinking things like that right now fuck) (technically we're having two conversations with these like, underthoughts)

Okay, I will. (Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me Dean loves me...) (There is no way I understood that right, there is no way Dean actually loves me, he means it like a brother or a friend or something else maybe But he said he TRUSTS me and he showed no hesitation and he also seems to feel guilty about saying that he loves me and also the rest of what he said, STOP I need to try and focus on what I'm trying to do here)

(I do not mean it like a brother or a friend I mean it like a romantic 'I love you' in the sense that I really want to kiss you and call you my boyfriend but there's no way you'd want that you're an angel or at least that's what I thought) (this is not the type of freaking out I thought Cas would do when he found out I love him what the Hell does he love me back? No don't get your hopes up) (I really really shouldn't be thinking any of this f u c k) (of course I fucking trust you are you serious you've litterally given up armies for me Cas! Whenever you fuck up it's because you think it's the right thing and I really hope you won't leave again but you'd never do anything to hurt us)

Sorry Dean, it appears I can't dispose of the bodies or transport your car without being in control of my... vessel (Dean's more than a vessel.) I apologize. (Wow he really does love and trust me and of course I'm only aware of this now that it is physically impossible for me to give in to those human urges I've been having like kissing indeed but Dean can still call me his boyfriend if he wants, I would like that even if I don't actually have a gender...)

(since when is 'vessel' a derogatory term?) (of course I fucking love and trust him he really deserves-needs so much more affection than I show him) (oh right junkless angel wouldn't be my boyfriend but my what-was-that-word-I-saw datemate! Oh can we even go on dates in one body would Cas want dates wait how is this real am I seriously thinking about dates with Cas) (Cas wants to kiss me Cas wants to kiss me shit I wish I could kiss him so fucking bad- I might get to have Cas and I still won't get to kiss him) Okay, take control then. (Why is he still acting like he can't take over for a sec I really don't mind)

(I wish we could kiss and go on a proper date. We can probably go on some resemblance of a date though. Wait no focus. Dean genuinly doesn't mind me taking over his body? But.. it's his.) You.. you're sure? (Where would I put him? I won't put him in an illusion but having him look through my eyes might harm him. I could cut his visual cabability if he lets me but that might still be too close to what he experienced with Micheal)

Yeah I'm sure. I mean, I'm nervous. But I trust you. I definetly trust you, Castiel. I... you can probably put me in an illusion if it isn't.. (scary) Can you just put me in my room or something? Something that's as far away from (constantly drowning, forever without air) ...as you can. Something with light and things and stuff.

Yeah. I can do that for you, Dean. I won't be long, I promise.

Dean expected to be thrown out of his seat, to need to gasp for air. Instead, he felt gently nudged away, and his vision became superblurry. When it cleared up, he was in a library with lots of open windows. He looked around, and his vision was already blurring again. It refocused, and he was standing in the Bunker's kitchen, with Sam looking at him like he'd been startled.

I've taken care of the bodies, and I've put the Impala in the garage. The dream I put you in... was it okay? I tried to be as quick as I could.

It was perfect, Cas. Exactly what I asked for. I barely had time to blink.

"Who and what are you, and where are Dean and Cas?" Sam asked, now traning a gun on him. "Whoa whoa whoa, Sammy. It's me." Dean said, holding up his hands. "Yeah. Right. My brother doesn't teleport. So I'll ask again. Who are you?" Dean took a deep breath. "I'm Dean friggin Winchester. And I didn't teleport. Cas flew me." Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn't lower the gun. "Where is Cas? What happened?" "Well... so, it ended up being a witch, not a werewolf. And she... she put some kind of mojo on Cas. Like, the type of mojo that can kill an Angel. So I.. saved him. Uh. I'm not sure how to.. explain..." Cas, can you take like, just my mouth, and say hi to Sam? You'll be better at explaining than I am. Sure, Dean.

"Hello Sam. I am currently posessing Dean. My vessel was destroyed, and if Dean had not given me consent I would have died." Cas managed to make Dean's voice sound deeper than it already was. (so it's possible for Cas to posses only part of me then. We can have fun with that...) "Wow that was weird. Hey Sammy."

"Dean? Cas!? What the Hell?!"