#new med both is and isn't working

[palepinkgoat]

Have I mentioned recently that bipolar disorder sucks?

[naamahdarling]

The pharmacy got some of my ADHD meds in!

After weeks!

I took ONE full dose and 20 minutes later was uncontrollably yawning and had to take a nap.

Stimulant meds are the first line, most effective treatment for ADHD, being remarkably effective in 70-75% of people with ADHD.

People with ADHD do not get high from their stimulant meds.

Becoming relaxed after taking them for the first time or after a long time off them is a sign that they are working and is an indicator that we DO have ADHD, though most doctors don't seem to know that this happens. We relax because we are closer to a normal state than we were, initially our bodies literally respond with relief.

Again. That is not what you would call even remotely a "high". Unless you are one of those awful people who believe naps are a crime.

They make our brain chemistry more normal, not less.

For those they help, we genuinely need them. Yes, both children and adults. It's fine to take them. It should not be a controversy (nor should ADHD itself be as controversial as it sadly is).

Medicating us does not lead to abuse. We are not addicts in waiting. Treating us as such is repugnant. (And treating addicts like shit is repugnant as well. People who abuse ADHD meds deserve compassion. From the ADHD community as well. They are not why we can't get meds. It's the FDA limiting how much can be oroduced and not keeping up with increased demand due to new diagnoses during COVID. It isn't other humans.)

Forcing us off medication with no support does, however, cause serious problems and can lead some people to seek them through illegal avenues, which is dangerous. Also understandable. The medical profession blames us and does not take responsibility for their part in this situation, even though they should.

We have every right to use whatever means works best for us free of censure, disapproval, and overzealous gatekeeping. If that's stimulant meds, so be it.

More respect for us please.

Especially now as we are facing rolling shortages of meds for the next few weeks or months. Your ADHD friends are struggling. Be patient.

[reiderwriter]

Please Accept My Apology

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: After three days spent trying to convince the BAU that they had made a mistake, Spencer Reid shows up at your door to offer his apology.

Warnings: enemies to lovers, smut 18+ minors dni, slight age gap, penetrative sex, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, hints of bdsm, implied creampie etc.

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You never thought you'd ever see the inside of an interrogation room before this week. Now you didn't think you'd ever see the outside of it.

“Y/N, you're brother ran from law enforcement multiple times, if you know where he is you need to tell us or you'll be charged with accessory to murder and kidnapping after the fact. Is that what you want?”

“Of course it isn't what I want, but I already told you I can't fucking help you!”

You paced in the boxed room, feeling closed in and hot.

Your brother - your innocent brother - was the key suspect in a series of child abductions and murders, and as he'd ran from law enforcement multiple times, they'd dragged you into the police precinct to try to track him down.

For the last three days, you'd been stuck sitting at that table across from Doctor Spencer Reid, waiting for the worst news of your life, because you knew it was coming.

“He's not a murderer. He's mentally ill, but he wouldn't hurt anyone. I keep telling you that, why won't you believe me?”

“A lot of loved ones protest a suspect's innocence, right down to the last second.” You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up from the depth of your chest.

“My brother is schizophrenic. He was violent before, sure, he had outbursts. But he has been monitoring his meds for the last three years perfectly. He has a job, he has a son. He would not hurt those kids.”

You had always looked up to your elder brother, even through the tough years.

He'd inherited both your fathers drinking problem and your mother's mental illness, each demon feeding the other until he had a breakdown at age 19.

You were only 17 yourself, but with no one else to hold him accountable, you'd been there. You'd checked him into a facility, you drove him to each of his doctor's appointments when he was clean. You'd been around for each sober anniversary, for each birthday and holiday and celebration that he'd made it one more year without falling into himself.

He'd reciprocated by being the most reliable man you knew. He helped put you through college when he was stable enough, he'd managed to work his way up in the ranks at his construction job. He had a beautiful wife (currently in another interrogation room with another agent) and the cutest little boy.

He'd promised you that your family struggles would end with the two of you. You'd promised each other to take care of each others families if anything happened to them in the future, and while you currently had no family to speak of, you sure as hell were going to make sure that your nephew never wanted for anything in his life.

Your brother wasn't a murderer, and you had proof enough.

“You know, you haven't asked me yet why I think he's innocent.” You took your seat again, and gathered your hands together on the table, leaning in closer to the agent in front of you.

You watched him think for a second, then mirror your pose, leaning in just as close, eyes locked with yours.

You'd talked about a lot of things these past three days, and you got the idea that he was a bit of a jackass. If not a jackass, then at least big-headed; he'd practically shouted his title of Doctor at you as he'd walked in, and made sure to correct you every time you'd called him agent or sir.

You kept doing it just to piss him off eventually.

“It's denial, Miss Y/L/N. You don't want to see the signs you'd ignored for that lingered, so you beg and protest and plead, hoping that eventually you'll turn out to be correct.” His voice was low, but you caught every word.

“While I am sure you know what you're talking about Agent Reid, that is not why I'm here still. I'm not being charged with a crime, and I've been here much longer than 24 hours. I'm free to go at any point, but I'm sticking around here, lawyer free, because I want to watch your face when you realise you'd been wrong this entire time.”

He shifted uncomfortably and you smiled, happy to get under his skin once again.

“Okay, Miss Y/L/N. What makes you so sure your brother is innocent?”

“Your profile.” His eyes slightly widened at that, and you basked in it, leaning back and waiting for him to take the bait as the tide turned in your conversation.

“We profiled that our unsub would be late 20s to early 30s, probably a family man who'd likely been abused as a child. The profile also suggested he may have had a psychotic break recently, likely as a result of coming off his meds. Your brother fits the profile, Y/N.”

He'd dug his own grave, and you were happy to see him getting ready to sleep in it too.

“No, he doesn't, Agent.”

A tense silence passed between you, and you knew his gaze was fixed on you. You let your eyes dart elsewhere, rolling down his body to his hands. They were totally still of course, but you could see how tense he was by the way he pushed them flat against the table, almost as if he were trying to ground himself, finding reassurance in the pressure.

“How does he not fit the profile?” His brows were knitted together, and his expression was one of annoyance now.

No matter how much you had shouted or let out your frustrations these past few days, he'd kept a placid look of sympathy plastered across his features. He hadn't listened, or even suggested he'd wanted to, assuming your brother was guilty.

Now he was annoyed, as if he had the right.

“Despite what your records supposedly tell you, my brother is not off his meds.”

“Miss Y/L/N, we know that your brother did not refill his prescription three months ago, and that he looked into some clinical trials in the metropolitan area and was rejected.”

“Congratulations for having 50% of the facts. My brother wasn't rejected from those trials, he withdrew because they changed the terms. They wanted to study my nephew as well to see if they could predict where hereditary cases of Schizophrenia would manifest.”

You leaned in again now, enjoying watching the thoughts rush through Spencer Reid's head once again.

“His health insurance had some issues after the withdrawal, so his prescription couldn't be filled until next week, but my brother always had six months of pills delivered.”

You watched the realisation come crashing down on the agent in front of you, though he was doing a good job of keeping himself out together.

It was time to end this conversation.

“To take part in the clinical trial, he needed to stop taking his regular medication for two weeks. Meaning he has two more weeks of his regular medication. I watched him take it Monday morning, right about when your second kidnapping occurred. My sister-in-law will confirm.”

He stood from his chair slowly and nodded at you, making his way to the door.

“And Agent Reid?” You said making sure to hold his attention one last time before he could leave. “If anything happens to my brother, I will hold you responsible.”

He slipped from the room without another word, and you relaxed into the chair, letting your eyes fall shut as you waited patiently.

Xxx

It was another week before your brother was totally cleared. He'd turned himself into law enforcement the same day you'd forced the BAU to reevaluate their profile, and both he and his wife had cracked up your story.

With nothing else to distract them, you'd been happily informed that they'd caught the actual perpetrator, and saved another victim.

You were back at home now, trying to relax, to get back on track.

You knew by the knock on the door that you weren't going to get back to your normal routine just yet.

“Agent Reid, I wasn't expecting you.” He was there at your door, and you had to brush off a wave of annoyance, forcing yourself not to slam the thing in his goddamn face.

“It's Doctor Reid. You know that, though.” He mumbled the words, jaw tense as he heaved out a sigh, trying to get to his point but being distracted by your prickly words.

“I came to talk. May I come inside?”

“We talked for three days straight, Doc. What else could we possibly need to discuss?” You made sure to block the door with your body, one arm resting on the doorframe as you leant across it, the other holding the door tightly next to you.

You thought he'd get the idea, tuck his tail between his legs, and swiftly leave you alone, but you were sadly mistaken.

Instead his eyes raked over your body as you put it on display, curiously exploring every inch you put in his eyeline.

“May I come in?” He repeated, eyes still trailing down your body. If it weren't for the heat building inside of you, you'd have slammed the door in his face. A moment's hesitation was all you got instead, as he locked eyes with you again, and you reluctantly moved an inch to the side.

You stayed there in the doorway even as he entered, his body brushing against yours almost intimately for the second, his hand faintly tracing over your hip as he stepped inside, watching you all the time.

Needing desperately to gain your composure back, you jumped into asking questions. “You're in now. What do you want?”

“I wanted to apologise.” He hadn't moved far into the apartment, and you realised aa soon as you turned away from locking the door, overestimating his distance. You spun right into his arms, one of his palms coming to your waist to steady you as the other steadied the two of you against the wall.

“And whatever would the wonderful Doctor Reid need to apologise for?”

Your words were venomous, but the heat in them rose from somewhere deeper than the acid in your stomach, somewhere more fiery than the burning sensation at the back of your throat.

“I'm trying to do the right thing here, Y/N.”

“After a week of doing the wrong thing, Spencer, I'm not sure you're fully capable of that.”

His brows furrowed as he pouted, and you hated his proximity, both too close and too far at the same time. You wanted to run him apart, and then delicately sew him back together.

“I was doing my job.”

“You almost got my brother killed.”

“I'm sorry.” He heaved out an exasperated breath with the words, body relaxing and pushing your back fully against the wall. His eyes widened, and you could tell that he hadn't meant to move you in that way, but you just stared at him still, eyes flicking down to his lips with every intrusive thought.

This was how close you needed him.

“I don't give a shit if you're sorry.” You meant the words to be harsh a warning, but you hadn't realised your heartbeat bursting from your throat, your breathy gasps for air making it sound more erotic than angry.

He blinked once, then twice, slowly as if he was a scientist observing an experiment, not wanting to take his eyes off of it until he was certain something wouldn't happen.

“You're enjoying this.”

“I'm not.”

“Your heart rate is at 127 bpm, your pupils are dilated, your breathing is shallow. You're enjoying this. Why?”

His hands didn't let up, even as he shot out his words, brows furrowing further as you resisted the urge to push him away.

It was more comfortable keeping him close.

“I told you I am not enjoying this. You're just too close.”

“So, you're having a physical reaction to me?” He asked, almost quizzically. You had expected to hear a triumphant smirk or something in his voice, but he seemed genuinely curious.

“For God's sake, Spencer, yes. Yes, you're close and it's making me uncomfortable. You spent three days making me feel uncomfortable, and now you've come back for round two, are you happy now?”

“You're not uncomfortable,” he shot out again, almost as if he couldn't stop the words from spilling out. “You're aroused.”

“Know it all.” He laughed at that, and you could feel the heat in your cheeks. You weren't sure what the hell was going on with your body, because you'd spent the week despising the man in front of you, but now a simple hand on your wrist and a laugh had you blushing like a schoolgirl.

“So what if I am aroused? You're touching me, you have me pinned against the wall, really this is your fault, Agent.”

“It's Doctor, but you can call me Spencer. Or you can go back to another colourful insult if you'd prefer?”

“You're pretty full of yourself, I thought you came to apologise.”

“I did, it's not exactly me that is acting like they want to be filled right now though.”

“Jackass,” you snapped, as he lowered his hand around to cup your ass, finally allowing himself a tiny hint at the smirk you'd predicted earlier.

You gasped as he took a handful of your ass and pulled you flush against him.

“I want to say sorry, I want to make it up to you. I'm being quite charitable here.”

“Charity, my dear Doctor, is where you give something and expect nothing in return. It seems like you want something in return.” You spat the words again but you let your hands press lightly against his chest, waiting for him to make the next move as you played with the buttons of his shirt.

“I'd be more than happy to do that, too.”

You weren't sure who reached for who, or which one of you made the first push, but you were suddenly joined together by your lips, each of you battling furiously for dominance.

Your hands pushed up desperately, clawing into his long, busy strands and pulling him down further into you as you worked against him.

He was still stronger than you though, so when he forced your head back an inch, you moved out of necessity.

“Is that enough, or should I keep apologising?”

“Nowhere near enough, jacka-” he cut you off by pushing the tip of his thumb into your mouth, using one of his legs to spread yours so he could nuzzle himself between them.

“Why so quiet now? We couldn't shut you up in those interrogation rooms, but now you're so polite and obedient.” You moaned around his thumb as he stroked your tongue, encouraging you to suck it.

You didn't need much instruction, desperate now to show off your superior skills to the man in front of you.

“That's it, show me how much you want it, my little whore.”

His hand slipped into your pants quietly, but you twitched as his hands feathered their way along your pelvic bone, twitching at the sensitivity of the connection.

His hands slipped into your panties and you knew immediately it was over for you. You were so wet, and he was going to be able to tell just how much you apparently wanted him.

You moaned as he roughly pushed your pants down, finger teasing your cunt through your panties as you still struggled to suck his thumb so you didn't make any louder noises.

“You're enjoying this.” It was no longer a question, but a confident statement, no curiosity but simple satisfaction at how good he was making you feel.

He pulled his thumb from your mouth, rubbing some saliva across your lips to make them shine before he turned you around and pushed you up against the wall. Your hands barely pushed out in from of you before your chest collided with the wall, and he was close behind you.

As he coaxed your panties down your legs, you closed your eyes and tried to keep your breathing steady, desperately clinging to some high ground where you could find it.

His fingers were hot and long, and they quickly found your clit and got to work as he ground his hard cock against your bare ass.

His pants were still on, but you could feel the outline of his dick against you, hips rutting back into him with each flick of his wrist.

“Now, come on Y/N. You said it's not charity if I receive something in return, right?” He whispered into your ear as you tried to reach behind you to grab his dick.

“We're going to take this nice and slow, and you're going to enjoy all of it.”

His fingers slowed to an aching pace as he finally pushed a first digit inside of you. His hips finished moving and his free hand held you still too, so the only friction was coming from that one hand between your legs, practically edging you.

“Fuck me, just fuck me Spencer.” You moaned in frustration.

“Doctor.” He whispered in your ear, the glee in his voice igniting your hatred of him all over again.

“What?” You spat out.

“Call me Doctor Reid, and I'll give you anything you want. You want to cum, right?”

His fingers kept their slow pace, and you could feel yourself growing more impatient, even as you grit your teeth together.

“Fuck me, Doctor Reid.”

“What about please?”

“Fuck you.” You instantly regretted your words when he pulled his hands off your body completely, retreating further into your house.

“No, shit, wait.-”

You scrambled after him as he took a seat on your couch, removing his jacket and loosening his already dishevelled tie.

“What do you want, Y/N?” He asked, palming himself through his pants as he watched you practically fall at his feet, needing his hands back on you.

“I want you to f-fuck me, please Doctor Reid.” He nodded slightly, pulling your remaining clothing off as he responded.

“That's a good little slut.” He led your hand over his cock and let you undo the buttons and pull him out. You needed no other instructions as he leaned back and pulled your legs into a firmer position.

You gave his cock a few strokes before lifting your hips and sinking back down onto him.

“So fucking wet for me, you were so aroused, baby.”

He didn't let you control the pace, but held your hips still just above him as he began pushing into you from below, lifting his hips to fill you up with each thrust.

You couldn't bite back the screams as his balls slapped against you, Spencer trying his best to fit his entire length into you with each deep thrust. You wanted to kill the man only an hour earlier, and now you were sure you wanted to have him inside you like this forever.

“Oh fuck, just like that, just like that Spencer please!”

Your hand drifted down to your cunt and you're began to rub feverishly, even as you felt the pressure build up from your gut.

The pressure was almost unbearable and before you knew it you were squirting on his cock, fingers splashing wave after wave of your arousal over his cock and clothes.

“Already squirting for me? I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, Y/N. I guess you are just a little whore.”

You twitched, but couldn't respond, as he began thrusting sloppier than ever before, grunting in your ear as he finally joined you in your mess.

His grip on your hip slipped as he finally started cumning, and you moaned feeling him so deep as he gathered you in his arms and pulled you chest to chest.

You sat there panting together for an eternity before you even thought about detangling your limbs from one another.

“You made a mess of my fucking sofa.” You said as you finally rose up slightly, looking down at the mess beneath you.

“No, Y/N, that was you. I simply helped.”

“Jackass.”

“Whore.”

You gasped as he laughed at you again, pulling your hips back down over his so you couldn't slide off his cock again.

“Don't act so scandalised when I can feel just how much that turned you on. You're enjoying this.”

You pouted a little, but let your head fall back against his chest.

“And what if I am, Agent Reid?”

[silassinclair]

Hi! It's me the "Maddox with a sassy y/n" annon. Omg i just saw your post and it made my Whole Week! 😭

Thank you so much!

Anyway, i have a new request (if that is alright). I saw that you have a yandere Boxer but i didn't see to much info on him.

Could we get an introduction or some information for him? I'm really curious.

As always, have great day/night! ✨

Sorry this took a while to answer, just came back from the Philippines and I saw this req in my inbox. I’ve been waiting to write for him so now I have the chance to!! Hope you like it :D Also the beginning of this is really long, boring, and angsty but bear with me ya'll :) Also the Russian is google translate so it may be inaccurate :(

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Yandere Boxer x Reader

Viktor Markov was not the man you thought he was; well, not anymore. You both were raised in a small eastern European town. Him being the boy next door; always covered in dirt and was the sweetest little boy who would bring you flowers and bugs that he found. And you were the weird little girl who would collect the rocks and flowers that he gifted you with a smile. So naturally the two of you became friends, two peas in a pod.

He always had your back and you always had his. Growing up together in eastern Europe was hard. Both of you came from a pretty rough neighborhood and home life but that didn't stop you two from being happy. After all you only needed each other. It was just you two against the world. And it was like that for years.

Well, that was until high school. Viktor stopped talking to you in Sophomore year. Your calls went ignored, socials un-interacted, and texts delivered. So you just gave up. You no longer chased after him or begged him to tell you what was wrong when all he did was give you a cold shoulder. And honestly, you just didn't want to be around him anymore.

He got in with a bad crowd. Some upperclassmen guys who would just skip class to smoke. And seeing your childhood best friend become one of them broke your heart. You tried, you really did. But instead the blonde snapped at you, telling you to stop acting like his Mother and that he didn't need you anymore. And he was right, Viktor was more grown up now. Hard jawline, firm muscles, and standing at a staggering 6'3 feet tall.

He didn't need your back anymore.

And you didn't need his.

High school was a blur. You kept to your studies and only had a small circle of friends that consisted of all girls who have all been friends longer than before you ever came around. You were the grass friend. They all walked on the sidewalk while you trailed behind to the side; always stepping in the mud and grass. They weren't really your friends, you just didn't want to be alone. And they didn't see you as a friend, they just didn't want you to be alone. Pitiful isn't it?

But none of it mattered. It was all over and done in the blink of an eye. After high school was university and in university was medical school and after medical school was a new beginning. Being a docotor was never really your dream. It was your parent's dream and they just wanted the best for their little girl. You didn't want to disapoint them and go to culinary school like what you really wanted. So you worked and went to med school at the same time.

It was hard. It really was. You have no friends, no social life, and no one has your back. Yet it's your job to have people's backs. Ironic and unfair. But that's life.

Money was getting tight. Paying off student loans and working multiple jobs was getting exhausting. Living? No, it felt like you were dying. But you got offered a job you could not refuse. A patient came into your office. It was an older man in his early 50s.

"You're quite quiet for a doctor." He says. "Shy thing are you?"

You give him a silent nod. Hopefully this conversation doesn't take the turn you don't want it to take. Getting harassed by patients as a woman doctor is scarily common.

"I need a doctor. One like you; diligent, quiet, and quite the eye candy. Work for me krasivyy (beautiful). The pay is better than working in this heap clinic."

You eye him oddlyand whisper, "Why do you need me? Do you want me to be one of those underworld doctors or something? If so then no. I won't be patching up assassins or serial killers."

The man laughs, his voice booming in the small examination room.

"No no. You won't be dealing with any of those type. But this still is underground as you say. I own an underground boxing ring. And I need a doctor to patch up my fighters. Illegal, but good pay no?

You thought about it for two minutes then finally gave your answer.

“When do I start?”

The man’s name is Radko. And right now you’re in his gym. It’s dark, stinky, and full of shirtless men training for their next match. You thought you felt out of place in school? Nope, this is 100x worse. And some of these guys are acting like they’ve never seen a woman before.

“Stop looking at me like that weirdo.” You think to yourself while walking past a guy on a bench who’s wiping the sweat off his chest. His hungry gaze on you sends shivers down your spine.

“Ignore their stares.” Radko puts a rough hand on your shoulder. “They’re not used to seeing pretty women.”

“Yeah I can see that.” You mutter.

You two stop in front of the door near the back of the gym. It says “Clinic” in front of the door. He opens the door and you’re greeted with a surprisingly clean office. Radko must have cleaned up a little when he knew you would be coming.

“This is where you’ll be. Some guys will walk in pretty roughed up. Just patch em up abd send them on their way. If any of em try anything with you, you tell me right away. Okay?”

Radko was like a Dad and you liked that about him. A pretty intimidating Dad who owns an illegal boxing ring but what does that matter. Doesn’t particularly make him a bad person.

“Okay. Thank you.” You say with a warm smile.

“Ah you’re so milyy (cute)! Please don’t quit within the first week, I don’t think my heart can handle it if you go.” Radko says and hugs you. You give the big man a pat on the back in return.

“I’ll leave you to it now. You’ll receive your pay bi-weekly. See you now.”

And with that you were left alone. You were left in a small private clinic you could call your own. Maybe this job wouldn’t be as bad as you thought? But all positive thoughts flew out the window when your first patient of the day walked in.

Tall, pale, short blonde hair, scarred torso, muscle on muscle, and piercing blue eyes. All features of someone whom you thought you would never see again. Who you never wanted to see again.

“Kroshechnyy?” (Tiny)

God that nick name. There was a time it would make you smile and laugh. But now it just pissed you off. He had the audacity to call you that as if you two were still buddy buddy? No, fuck that. Fuck him.

“It’s Y/n to you now. What do you want Viktor?”

The man’s face creased with pain. Not physical, no, something worse.

“What are you doing here? This place isn’t for you.” His voice was a deeper timbre from when you last spoke to him Sophomore year. He walks closer to you and you can smell his sweat from training but also… Jean Paul Gaultier? Why would you wear designer fragrance at a gym? Weirdo.

Little did you know when he saw you walk in the gym he immediately raced to the locker room to freshen up and see you.

“I’m a doctor. I got a side job from Radko.” You explain swiftly. “If you’re uninjured then please leave. Other patients may come in with actual reasons to see me.”

Rather than face to face you’re face to chest with him. How the hell did he get so tall? You crane your neck up to meet his eyes.

His expression stiffens. His usual cold demeanor returns.

“You shouldn’t be here. This place isn’t for you. It’s dangerous.”

You roll your eyes. “I think I can manage. Now please leave me alone. You’re the last person I ever want to see.”

Viktor ignores the comment and his gaze remains ice cold. You nearly shiver, did the room temperature drop?

“Stop acting childish. Tell Rad that you quit.”

“But I’m not quitting.”

He steps closer.

“I’ll make you.”

“And what are you gonna do?”

He bends down to your level and scoffs.

“I don’t need to lift a finger. You’ll get scared and run off with your tail between those little legs of yours. These men here will eat you alive.”

Did he not think you knew that before you signed up for all this? You were aware of what you walked into. Underground gym, surrounded by men, all physically fit to the max. They could rip you in half. But you needed this job. There wasn’t time to be afraid.

“Yeah yeah I know. I don’t need your lecture. Now get out before I tell Radko.”

Viktor leans closer. His nose mere centimeters from yours.

“Don’t come crying to me when you get hurt.”

“If I get hurt then I’ll just patch myself up. I didn’t go through 4 years of med school just to cry when I’m in pain.”

The tall Russian growls lowly to himself and leaves, not before slamming the door of course.

“Fuck…”

This new job of yours just got worse tenfold.

It’s been about two weeks since you started working here. And you’ve met all of Radko’s men. They weren’t as bad as you thought they would be. Yeah they would flirt with you but not in the gross way. They knew when to quit.

Well, all of them except for Vladimir. The same one who eyed you like a piece of meat the first day you came here. Everyday he would come to the clinic to shoot his shot. And everyday you turned him down.

“Little kotenok (kitten) is still feisty.” Vladimir clicks his tongue. He manspreads in the examination chair, flexing his ab muscles and turning his head to the side to show off his impressive jawline. But all it does is un-impress you.

“If you’re going to waste my time like this everyday then I’m going to tell Radko.” You firmly state and cross your arms.

Like a kicked puppy the boxer whines, “Nooooo. I’m sorry please don’t kick me out. This is the only room besides Coach’s that is air conditioned.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that.

“Not my problem, do an ice bath or something.”

Vladimir chuckles and goes to say something else but stops himself when he sees and hears the door open. You also turn your attention to the door, wondering who it is and why they didn’t knock.

“Get out.” Viktor says. His voice like stone, as is his glare. His bloody swollen eye only ads to his intimidating aura.

Vladimir gets out of the chair and groans. “Way to be a cockblock Vicky.” He says mockingly.

You were about to shoot in and say how there was no way you would give him the light of day but Viktor had other plans. His fist makes contact with Vladimir’s abdomen with a mean punch. Making the other man wheeze and keel over in pain.

“Get the fuck out.” Viktor grabs him by the hair and kicks him out of the office. Literally. The door then slams shut, leaving you alone with your heated childhood friend.

“Thanks…” You mutter. Unable to look into his eyes, well… eye. The other is swollen shut.

He grunts and sits on the examination bed. Getting into doctor mode you walk over to Viktor and assess the damage. There’s a few bruises on his ribs but his eyes seem to be the worst. Delicately you touch part of the bruised eye and he inwardly flinches, making you draw your hand back in an instant.

“What happened?” You softly ask.

“Alexei sucker punched me. Dick.”

You stifle a laugh, making your patient deadpan. “Typical Alexi. I’ll tell him off the next time he comes in here complaining about his stomach aches.”

Viktor and you are silent when you rub ointment on his bruises. After the ointment is all done you hand him an icepack.

“Use this for the eye.”

He nods and thanks you with a silent nod. Then, he leaves just like that.

After that you would see more of Viktor and less Vladimir. To be honest you’ve been seeing less of everyone. Everyday Viktor came in with new reasons to come to you. Headaches, head trauma, bruises, scratches, and the worst was a dislocation.

“What is it this time?” You don’t even need to face the door to know who it is.

“He needs help!”

You whip around immediately, nearly spilling your coffee. You see Alexi and Cain at the door and draped over their shoulders is an unconscious Vladimir. You run over to them and tell them to lay Vladimir down on the bed gently while you assess his condition.

“What happened!?” You say worriedly. He was barely breathing. You begin doing chest compressions.

“We found him outside. Some of those bastards from west gym probably did this to him…” Cain says, his eyes are full of rage.

The compressions aren’t working. So instead you ready up the life support. He won’t last long with traumatic brain injuries like this.

“What’s gonna happen to him Doc?” Alexi sounds the most worried. He’s just a kid, only being 17.

“I’m putting him under life support.” And it was damn hard to do it on your own.

“Thank you.” Cain says. He puts a hand on the small of Alexi’s back. “Let’s leave her alone. She’s busy.”

The two men leave. Leaving you alone with Vladimir who has one foot in hell. No offense Vladimir, but no way you’re going to heaven. All day you stay by Vladimir’s side. Other men come in to check on him or get patch ups. And you go about your job, leaving the unconscious man to rest on the bed.

If I knew she would be stuck to his side like glue then I never would have beaten the fucker half to death. The plan was to kill him but the stubborn bastard just didn’t want to die. I watch Y/n from outside the clinic. The window’s blinds are open. She’s so close yet so far; always out of my reach. Part of it is my fault. I was the one who pushed her away after all.

But I had no choice. I didn’t want her involved with the people I was involved with in high school. I needed them in order to get some side jobs. Hell, a couple of them box for Radko too at this gym. I thought Y/n would be gone from my life for good, but I was wrong. I thought God was punishing me for the things I have done but it seems like he took pity on me just this once by bringing her back to me and letting me have a second chance.

But so far I’m making no progress. What even is love? I know I love her but I don’t know how. All I know is that I need to protect her from all the wolves here. I already staked my claim on her but one fucker didn’t want to listen. Vladimir, that egotistical thorn in my side. The next chance I get I'll kill him for good. It's not like this is my first time killing for her after all.

High school was when I first took someone's life. Some upperclassman bitch was harassing Y/n. I couldn't stand watching her suffer. And I couldn't comfort her like before when we were young; by this time I already cut off Y/n for good. But I knew there was something I could do. So I killed her. And I killed anyone who dared breathe Y/n's name wrong.

I'll do whatever I can to protect the love of my life. Slowly, little by little, I'll win her back. She'll be mine again and we'll be even closer than friends. But for now I'll do what I can to keep her safe from the sidelines. Even if it means she'll find out and hate me forever.

[apollo-zero-one]

I don't want to talk to my therapist tomorrow I have nothing good to tell him and I don't Want to talk about things because everything is bad and I can't do anything about it that I'm not already doing

[somber-sapphic]

Hi! I have a request for a WandaNat x Reader fic. The reader is on a mission with Tony and Steve that quickly goes south. Additionally, the reader comes down with the flu. Steve and Tony have been arguing over how best to care for the reader. Wanda and Nat are sent for extraction to pick up the three of them, but they are unaware that the reader is sick. When they finally arrive, they rush back to the compound to get the reader into the Med Bay and ultimately nurse them back to health.

In Good Hands

〖Summary: Natasha and Wanda comfort you while you're stuck in the MedBay〗

〖Word Count: 900〗

〖Pairing: WandaNat x Sick R〗

〖Notes: This isn't super focused on Tony and Steve (I don't write men) but I hope you like it!〗

☾Masterlists☽

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You coughed and turned your head, the crinkling of the MedBay pillow case ringing throughout the all too quiet room. Natasha had gone to change into something more comfortable and Wanda was chewing out Tony and Steve in the hallway. 

You could see her standing there, one hand on her hip and the other waving in the air, tendrils of magic trailing her fingers. The look on their faces was enough for you to know that she was digging into them, you didn’t need to hear her words to assume how angry she was. 

Another cough sprung from your lips, this one harsher than the last. You were pretty out of it from whatever drugs they had given you, something for the pain something else for the fever, and whatever they put in the tea they made you drink. It was presumably some sort of flu medicine, you couldn’t think of what else it might be, but it wasn’t a big deal to you. Not much was a big deal now that you were safe. 

The mission had been rough. It wasn't supposed to be. Part of it was your fault but most of it was the guy's macho attitudes. You’d tried to convince them that confrontation was a stupid idea, you were there to collect intel not to start a fight, but they hadn’t listened. Even worse was while they weren’t listening to you they were also arguing with each other about the best approach. 

A big part of why you didn’t want to engage came from how you were feeling. You’d picked up a bug in New York, something you thought would pass in time, but it didn't. Of course, it didn’t. You had tried to shake it, getting extra sleep, drinking a ton of orange juice, and you’d even broken down and taken cold medicine.

The medicine had worked well enough and since it was supposed to be an easy mission you had decided to go after promising Natasha and Wanda that you would be safe. They still had been reluctant to let you go but they also knew that there was nothing they could do to change your mind. 

“Idiots, both of them,” Wanda growled stomping into the room. Her eyes were flickering red in frustration. Her anger visibly dissipated when she returned to your side and rested a hand on your shoulder, shaking her head slightly. Your wrist was in a plaster cast and you had a bandage on your leg to cover the graze of a bullet. Considering how bad it had gotten you were lucky to have only come out with that much. 

“Mhm. Men are stupid.” You agreed, tilting your head to rest on her hand. She laughed quietly and kissed your forehead, holding you close for a few seconds. Every time you went on a mission you missed your girlfriends so much, it was nice to be near them even if it meant you were stuck in the MedBay. 

“When’s Nat comin’ back?” You asked, pulling back to look into her now brown eyes. The door creaked open and you glanced over, smiling when you saw the other woman walk into the room. 

“Somebody talking about me?” She came to your other side and gave you a big hug, being careful not to jostle you. She’d seen the bruises when you came in and it had broken her heart. There were so many times that she wished you and Wanda weren’t Avengers, she wanted so badly to keep you both safe but it seemed that would never be possible. 

“I talked to Fury, he says you’re off duty until that arm is healed. Probably going to be six weeks. On the bright side though we can take you back to our room as soon as this IV is done.” She had taken the words right out of your mouth, sometimes it was like she was the mind-reading witch and not Wanda. 

The assassin climbed into the small hospital bed, laying on her side so that you had enough room but she could still hold you. It wasn’t abnormal for Natasha to show extra physical affection after the three of you had been apart for a long time, she was better at showing how she felt rather than telling. Emotions were not her strong suit. 

“How are you feeling love?” Wanda asked, taking a seat in the uncomfortable plastic chair that could be found in every hospital room. You reached out for her hand, wanting to be touching both of them. Natasha had her arm wrapped around your waist and nestled her head into your shoulder. 

“M’okay. Sleepy, stuffy.” You sniffled to prove your point further and blinked slowly at Wanda, trying to stay awake. She was pretty. Your girlfriends were so pretty. Natasha was warm, you wished you were in your real bed instead of the hard hospital bed but it was better with them. 

“Yeah, that doesn't surprise me. Close your eyes, we’ll be here when you wake up.” Nat murmured, kissing behind your ear. You nodded and sneezed into your blanket, grumbling slightly. The pain meds were helping but the sudden jerk of the sneeze had hurt. 

“I’m not going on any missions with them ever again.” 

“Agreed.” They said in unison, making you smile. You snuggled into bed, careful not to bump your IV and shut your eyes. You fell asleep to the sound of a heartbeat monitor and your girlfriends talking quietly to each other. You caught a few words before slipping into unconsciousness, most of them about keeping you safe. 

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[love-toxin]

bonus night - mike schmidt

plot: jk it's just por-//SHOT

(cws: fem!reader, FNAF movie spoilers!!!, rough sex, riding, begging, a teeny tiny taste of dom mike, tit sucking, bruising, protected sex w/ a twist, post-fnaf canon, established relationship)

wc: 2k

There's absolutely no question that it's been a long fucking day. One of many, in fact, both behind him and yet to come.

Aside from his sleep schedule still being tremendously fucked from that five night ordeal, Mike's also had the stress of landing a new job and keeping it this time. He's lucky–god, he's lucky that an old friend of his just happened to have a connection–but that just puts more pressure on his ability to keep a level head and not lose this one. Plus, with his meds cut out as well as a whole host of new traumas to keep him up at night it's almost more stressful than fighting for his own life. With today being the end of orientation and the first real shift on the job, it's finally sinking in that a new chapter of life has started but his problems are still an uphill battle.

Bills, backpay, rent, Abby's therapy, pacifying their aunt who was quite aghast at waking up disheveled on their living room floor…it's been a process to say the least. His one saving grace has been you. You. His beautiful, gentle angel, with a voice like sugar and honey and skin as soft as velvet, warm like a shallow pool on a summer's day that he'd want to float in for hours. You're so precious he can't think of a single thing he's done in life that tops being your lover, or even comes close.

Well…maybe there's one thing.

“Mike,” The squeaking of the bed beneath you just barely drowns out the high, sweet whimper that your voice has melted into. “Please baby, slow down-”

A squeaky “ah!” flies from your mouth regardless of that insistent plea, your lover's hips like stone pistons as he bucks up and topples you over to land back against his chest. He loves you there; the feeling of your tits squished against his chest as he holds your ass in an iron grip. Thumbs dig into each cheek, palms splayed out to keep you spread but still in your place–stretched enough to take him but tight enough not to let him slip out. Not even now, an hour after he carried you through the door over his shoulder, when his spit and cum and sweat have coalesced into a damp sheen spilling over his lap. Fuck the mess. He'll clean it up later, if he doesn't just throw his whole bundle of sheets into the wash to scrub away the evidence.

Each thump, thump, thump of your body thrown down rings more in your ears than his, but both of you feel it equally. Your womb kissed with hard, stinging passion on every thrust, and Mike's stomach twisting and flexing as his cockhead beats that spot raw, instincts begging him to drain all he has left inside. He's got lots of pent-up energy to spare, and on the one night that his sister's gone to a sleepover you can bet he took the chance to let some of it out. He'd barely had time to grab a condom–as eager as he was, it pales in comparison to the heat between your thighs when you see him get all riled up. If he'd let you put it on for him, you'd probably have it off in a second. Now he's just at the mercy of your needy and downright addictive pussy.

“Fuck!” Your mewls shift into a spitting, hissing curse when he bites down on one of those beautiful breasts of yours. Unlike what a weaker man would do, Mike isn't averse to leaving bruises–what else could be expected? He tries to be a gentleman in public and you always tell him he is, but the desire to put hands all over those pretty tits and mark his claim on them is second nature now. And no matter how much you'll complain about them being sore afterwards, you'll still push them in his face with that devilish look that's daring him to do it all over again.

Besides, he can't resist those things swinging right in front of him. And you'll forget the sting so quickly, his tongue will make short work of those shallow wounds you feel as he latches his lips and starts to suck. Greedily.

“Mike!”

Your hands in his hair won't stop him. But they don't really want to–as always you love to tug but you never push him back, you don't try to get any more space between you because what's already there is still not close enough.

God your whiny voice is so cute. He couldn't feel more lucky to have picked you up when he did. How would he know that the girl he helped out once for an ice cream would end up being his girlfriend? He just thought you were cute, and he felt bad seeing your face fall as you counted out your change in line, so he hadn't thought twice about the dollar he put down on the counter in your stead. Such an adorable little ditz, and now he's got you riding his lap and kissing him awake nearly every morning. If he wanted to catch a break, this is it.

“M-Mike, m'gonna cum,” Your whimpers dig into his ear and tug at the strings of his heart, his head already turned to soothe you with a low, soft shush brushed by your cheek. There there. With a stroke of your hair, you're melting again.

“Mhm,” He hums again, his warmth a lull following the furious heat that's been sparked by the friction of his hips pumping at a violent pace. “Shh, sh sh. We’ll go slow, I promise.” His murmuring muddies your head, his fingers descending quickly towards their destination. Once they reach it at the crest of your soft, pudgy mound that's been brutalized by his cock, he's glad to see you finally let that tension go as you slump forward into his chest. You just need to cling to him for awhile, and he certainly won't be complaining.

The smell of your sweat, your heat, your sleek, soft tongue wetting the bruises your teeth leave in his throat, all that whining and groaning and high, girlish squealing as your hips hump his lap–these and more are all reasons he has to absolutely worship you. Your starry-eyed gaze as you look upon him in ecstasy etches itself into his very soul. He won't ever forget this…he won't ever forget you. Not the warmth of you both being cheek-to-cheek, your hand coaxing out his end as it trails reverently from his jaw down his heaving chest.

“Pleeeeease,” You whisper, so achingly sweet he could cry as easily as cum. “Please, baby?”

Please. Such a pretty word. Prettier from your mouth most of all, so pretty it hurts–nearly stings as he digs his nails in and leaves marks on each cheek, though it will moreso for you when you wince at sitting down at your desk tomorrow morning. You're shaking, trembling more like, and even if he made you wait for it you wouldn't be able to obey. The spasms wracking through you can't be controlled, nor can the grind of your hips down as you let those strong hands drag you all the way to the base. So far that it causes a twinge in your expression as the orgasm passes, your ecstasy blotting out the stretch that you're gonna feel all the way up to your hips in the morning.

But he's got to get in deep, has to make it ache, so he's got a grip so firm it's trembling up his arms and you're shaking even harder on top of him as he digs in and lets loose. There's no question he's hit your womb, it's more curious to whether he's broken through it or not…by the way you bite down on his shoulder and bear the pressure, though, he must be nearly there. Nearly squeezing through that tight, tight wall so he's draining his seed right where it's meant to be. And you paw at him all the while, lower lip quivering, tears threatening to spill, yet you won't let up on rubbing yourself back on his thighs–it just isn't enough until you've taken all he has to give, and even then he can spot that gleam in your eyes that begs for even more. The fact that the condom's split isn't even in his mind, it's floated so far away he won't think of it until it's too late to stop.

Yet all that heat hits the same end after the climax. The friction subsides, the breathing slows, and the two of you are left in content silence as you quietly come back to your senses. There's something even more intimate about losing oneself as a collective; being so hedonistic in pursuing an indulgence, yet facing the fear of baring your own heart to one you love in the process, and reaching an even more satisfying end as it all comes to a close. It's glorious. He wouldn't trade it for anything. He wouldn't trade sex for his own life now that he's had it with you. But, again, he's still coming down from the high–he’ll most certainly feel the embarrassment of losing himself so indulgently as the cool air from the AC starts setting in.

“Was that good, baby?” Your tone just drips with deliciously sinful innocence, god. You've got such a proud expression on your face as he finds the words through his post-coital haze, hands inching back down your ass to grab handfuls of it yet again. Once he's got a grip he tugs, and draws you closer to meet you in a kiss–and as wet as it still is from the exercise, the way you lean into it and giggle is just enough to send his heart burning into passionate flames yet again.

“Very. Always is.” Panting, sweaty, he'd have no trouble convincing the neighbors he was just having it out on a treadmill for the last hour. If he could afford one.

“The best you've ever had?”

“Best. Best and only. Can I get up now?”

“Mmm…” You make a show of thinking up your answer only to tap him on the nose as you lean forward over him. “...No. I like this.”

Mike claps you on the ass suddenly, the smack echoing loudly in his modest little bedroom and eliciting a squeal from you that's just as punctual. Your squirming only draws a heat up inside him again though, and he knows better than anyone that that's exactly what you want. You'd be happy if he never got out of bed again, and if he spent all day with his cock nestled nice and warm inside you.

“Up. I gotta piss. Don't make me count.”

“Fiiiiiiine.” Huffy and puffy as always, you soon relent and slip off with a bit of manoeuvring to flop into bed beside him. “Can I at least hold it?” Rather than say something equally as shameful, he just pushes his pillow over your face with reddened cheeks and ducks with laughter as you launch it back at him, already up and on his way to the bathroom to wash off–and to soon find the evidence of that broken contraception that's definitely gonna plant a seed of worry in him when he realizes. Or…maybe not. God knows how many jokes you've made about wasting his cumshots in your mouth, and how often you've jumped him with no inkling of whether he's got a rubber in reach or not.

Maybe this is just another chapter of life, one more stage he's been readying himself for unconsciously. Whatever it comes with, he's gonna be beside you either way–so in a sense, he's more prepared than he's ever been to face what lies ahead.

[valsdelulucorner]

Soft Beelzebub headcanons 🥺

Soft beel head cannons!

Beel is a absolute unit, he is made up of pure muscle and has the height to see over everyone at concerts. Alot of people are intimidated by his build and his insatiable hunger but you? You know how much of a sweetheart he is and how much he actually cares about people. He has a endless stomach but a big heart

He loves holding your hand, he likes to compare the size of your hand in his. Normally your hands are smaller then his, he likes how his hand fits nicely around yours, its easier to run his thumb over your knuckles this way. If you have the same hand size as him, he likes how nicely your hand fits with his, like a puzzle piece perfectly fitting together

Ok, this might be abit controversial but I hate how people in the fandom treat beel like he just popped out of the womb, he's been around for thousands of years and he isn't dumb. He knows what periods are, he knows what sex is, how knows how to and has killed people, he isnt stupid

That being said, this man is a absolute sweetheart when your on your period (if you have them of course). Your cramps are getting to painful for you to handle? He will ask Lucifer or solomon what medicine is best for human cramps and try and get them for you, bringing them up to your room with a hot water bottle and some of your favourite devildom treats. He doesn't like seeing you in pain so he tries to help in anyway he can, he will even hold you in his arms while he makes sure a hot water bottle is held against your lower back. He cant relate to your pain but he will definitely try and help you through them.

This man is a major cuddler, Belphie rubbed off on him. After a long day of school, working out, and trying to satiate his never ending hunger, he likes to cuddle you. His favourite way to hold you is when your head is on his chest of hidden in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around you as you both lay on your sides, facing eachother while his hands gently trace lines into your back. But he also likes to get held. He loves it when you lay on your back and he lays his head on your chest, your hands tangled in his hair while his arms wrap around you protectively

Food dates and picnic dates are big for him, weather it in a fancy restaurant or a Mcdonalds parking lot he will be happy along as its with you, The amount of times you've gone to a place and just heard the chef behind the line either cry or scream is quite shocking, beel does order basically 5 of each item on the menu. If your out on a town walk and pass by a new cafe or a new sweets shop, you bet your ass that you guys are stopping by and trying everything. He always makes sure you get what you want before he digs in though, making sure he try a bit of everything and get what you want before he goes to town

He takes you on flights in his demon form, he carries you bridal style before taking you on a nice flight over the beautiful castle. he will use this excuse to get some one on one time with you and boy does he love it, how you hold onto his shoulders and how your eyes sparkle with wonder and excitement as he flies you over the colourful lights of the devildom night. He loves to admire your face, he doesn't feel so hungry when he's around you, the hole in his stomach doesn't feel as big with you

Beel is a man of few words so his actions speak more. If your hungry and crave something, he will get a few portions of it and make it into a nice little food date. Your feeling sick at RAD and you have a really terrible headache, he will bring you some medicine and take you home. He will take amazing care of you but he will also expect you to treat him amazingly aswell. If he gets sick and has a terrible headache, he will want you to bring him meds and comfort him. If he's having trouble and struggling with schoolwork, he would appreciate it if you would help him even if you don't know what your doing either

Sweetheart will call you 'Your nickname' 'Sweetie' 'Sugar' 'Love'

This man loves every body type, non of them seem bad to him. Your chubby? Its just more of him to love and cuddle, he loves soft thinks. Your a normal weight? He loves the way you fit nicely in your arms. Your underweight? He loves the way he can easily carry you in his arms, but he does like to make sure to back you little snacks. You have scars, cellulite, any body marks? He finds them fascinating and loves to gently trace them with your fingers. If your not into touch, hes fine with just admiring them. Missing a limb and use a prosthetic? Stuff like that isn't really that common down in devildom so hes really eager to learn about how to help when needed, he doesn't see you any less of a person. White, black, tan, reflectingly pale, whatever colour you are, he will love you if you treat him and his family greatly

My man loves to cook with you and work out with you, he loves when you show him some of your human world recipes while he shows you some Devildom recipes. He loves it when you bake for him, if you make him his favourite flavour of cake, he will deeply appreciate you. If you dont work out, he will ask permission to use you as a weight. He will either have you sit on his back while he does push ups or he will bench press you and comment on how your weigh barley anything to him.

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Sorry if these weren't exactly what you expected, i tried my best to do justice for beel. I enjoyed them so i hope you did too!

Who should i do next?

[ddejavvu]

lil rooster req if ur feeling it!

bradley being a dom just all the time in general like even domestically. he just does it naturally. reminds u to take ur meds or vitamins, has u wake up on time, helps u get dressed, calls u at work to check on u, PICKS U UP FROM WORK (OMG), like drives u around, yk just making sure u take care of urself

idk if this makes any sense or is enough to write abt…sorry!!

Being roused from sleep is never pleasant, but it isn't always abysmal. You feel the scratch of Bradley's mustache against your skin as he nestles a kiss somewhere between your neck and your jaw, and you groan, hoping the sound comes out questioning.

"Time to get up," Bradley hums, smearing more warm, sticky kisses over your heated skin. You blink blearily at him, and your eyes are narrowed as you squint to see him.

"I let you sleep in another twenty minutes past my alarm," Bradley informs you, his eyes devoid of the sleep that plagues yours, "But it's time to go, missy."

"Don't call me that," You grumble, shoving away his hands when they try stealing your blankets. He laughs, only redoubling his efforts.

"What, missy? I can do ma'am, instead."

"Absolutely not." You scowl, whining when he uncovers your curled-up form and wraps a strong hand around your bicep to haul you upright.

"Yes, ma'am." You can hear the shit-eating grin in Bradley's voice as he pulls you off of the mattress, your limbs locking clumsily as you attempt to stay upright. He lets you rest against his chest, but when you seem to be winding down more than you are waking up with your cheek laid against his shirt, he takes your face in his hands.

"Come on, baby, wake up." He strokes placatingly at your cheeks, mustache now brushing against the bridge of your nose as he kisses its tip, "It's time to go. I got your clothes all laid out for you already, that jacket I bought you the other day with the shorts and socks you liked with it. I made breakfast, now all you gotta do is get up so we're not late leaving."

"I don't wanna go to work," You plead, as if he'll understand and let you slink back beneath the covers, "Just go without me."

"Mm, I don't think so," He laments, tugging you away from the bed by your wrist when it seems like you might try diving back into its warm embrace, "Come on, sugar, the sooner we get going, the sooner we can talk on your lunch break, and the sooner I can come get you after work. Then we're gonna go shopping, okay?"

"For what?" You smear away the grainy substance that's cemented itself to your skin at the corners of your eyes, "We went shopping yesterday."

"You're almost out of face soap," Bradley hums, "Noticed it last night when I washed your makeup off. And I saw a bag that matches your new sweater, so when we go get it, we can pick up both."

"Okay." You mumble flatly, stumbling where you're trying to tug on your shorts with far less coordination than you need for the task. You bump your head against his shoulder as you stumble sleepily to the kitchen, but he senses all of the gratitude in your voice that you're too tired to properly voice yet when your raspy voice grumbles, "Thanks, Brad."

"You're welcome, honey." He sidles up behind you in the kitchen, unable to resist a fond squeeze to your ass through the shorts he'd picked out for you, "Gotta take care of you, you know that." He presses a kiss to the soft skin just behind your ear, his nose nestling into its curve as he wraps you in a hug from the back, "Love takin' care of my girl."

[inkskinned]

one of the things about having an unstable parent is that it can so easily ruin your future. you want to get out, but getting out takes having agency. it takes the resume and the grades and the stellar community service history.

but you have to choose your battles. you know if you sign up for an after-school activity, it'll be okay for a while, so long as the activity is parent-approved and god-fearing. over time, like all things, it will become an argument (i can't keep carting your ass to these things) or a weapon (talk to me like that again, see if you get to go to practice). sometimes, if you love the thing, it's worth it. but you also know better than to love something: that's how they get you. if you ever actually want something, it will always be the center of their attention. they will never stop threatening you with it. telling you of course i'm a good parent, i came to all of those stupid events.

you learn to balance yourself perfectly. you can either have a social life or you can have hobbies. both of these things will be under constant scrutiny. you spend too much time with her, you should be at home with family is equally paired with you're acting like this because you're addicted to what's on that goddamn screen. you cannot ever actually win, so everything falls within a barter system that you calculate before entering: do you want to learn how to drive? if so, you'll need to give up asking for a new laptop, even though yours died. maybe you can work on a computer at the library. of course, that would mean you'd be allowed to go to the library, which would mean something else has to bleed. nothing ever actually comes free.

and that bitter, horrible irony: you could be literally following their orders and it still isn't pretty. they tell you to get a job; they hate that your job keeps you late and gives you access to actual money. they tell you to do better in school; they say no child of mine needs a tutor. they want you to stop being so morose, don't you know there are people who are really suffering - but they revile the idea you might actually need therapy.

you didn't survive that fall the way other people would. you've seen other people scramble and get their way out, however they could. maybe you were made too-soft: the answer didn't come to you easily. it wasn't quick. it was brutal and nasty. some people even asked you why didn't you just work hard and escape during school? and you felt your head spinning. why didn't you? (they control your financial aid. they control your loan status. they love having that kind of thing). maybe in another life you got diagnosed sooner and got the meds you needed to actually focus and got attention from the right teachers who helped you clear hurdles to get up out of here - but for now? here?

the effort of trying. the effort of not-dying. that kind of effort was absolutely agonizing.

[adventuringblind]

Viva Las Vegas

Landoscar x Reader

Genre: Fluff? Crack? Idek...

Summary: Two boys can't get a hint, and the female in the middle is just waiting for them to make a move. Preferably with her ending up between them.

Warnings: spicy, kind of panic attack? Allusions to sex, alcohol consumption, mentions of Lando's crash, and him being on pain meds.

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open for the 1000 follower celebration! Also, a certain someone put this idea in my head so now you all have to suffer.

Masterlist

Being the baby of the paddock really hadn't been that bad. A year younger than Arthur and having to put off with Charles was never on her top list of things she wanted to do, but she managed. Followed him around races like a lost puppy.

She was a perfect angel. Kind of. Not really, but she put on a good face when in public. Charles' perfect baby sister.

Lando Norris got to see a whole other side of her. The side that the cameras and public don't see.

The side that takes risks and tests the limits. The one nobody else has managed to pull out of her. The one Lando seems to make being so incredibly easy.

Charles adores the two of them. Lando would never hurt her. He may be impulsive, but he's loyal to a fault.

A couple of years later Is when Oscar comes along. Lando's new teammate. It's awkward for exactly two months into their work together.

Lando didn't like what happened to Daniel. He was still upset about it when word got out that Oscar had signed. It didn't feel real at the end of the year.

Then something shifted. Maybe it was the shared frustration of such a horrible start to the season? She may never know. But one thing is certain and it's that they like each other.

Oscar likes Lando. Lando likes Oscar. They both like her, and she loves them right back.

Yet she could not, for the life of her, forgire out why neither of them is saying anything about it. One can really only handle so much sexual tension before they explode. The sweet moments between the three of them. The fact she has attempted to get the both riled up with nothing to show for it except what Lando does to her later and Oscar's stupid smug face just playing alone with sarcastic jokes.

They are going to be the death of her. The two of them are attached at the hip, and she's excitedly making popcorn thinking it's going to turn into a romantic comedy. It doesn't, and she would like whoever is directing the movie to hurry the story along.

Both her and Lando are getting under his skin, and it's evident in every interaction they have. She takes it upon herself to invite Oscar everywhere with them.

They are happy all together. If they would just stop being so oblivious it would be perfect.

Then Vegas happens. The place where memories are made and forgotten. Lost in the music, lights, and alcohol.

The car isn't the best here. Both boys are frustrated. Lando crashes, and Oscar manages, but it's written on his face that he's disappointed with himself.

She goes to Lando at the hospital. Then, when he's released and thoroughly medicated, they head back to the paddock.

He's hilarious. Lando and his already unfiltered mouth are just saying everything. Including every feeling he has ever had for both her and Oscar. It started fine and then escalated Shortley after to the point where Jon had to promise he wouldn't ever mention it.

Oscar runs through media duties with an unholy speed. He looks relieved when he finds the two waiting around by his door because Lando didn't want to go to his own.

"I'm sorry it's been a lame birthday weekend." Sighs the Aussie who has collapsed onto the sofa.

"Well- it doesn't have to be."

Should the two not on any kind of medication used their clear judgment? Probably, but who are they to deny Lando?

They did decide on keeping it chill and just to go out for an hour or two after Lando at least napped off some of the meds. Neither of the sober minds had any intention of mixing alcohol with whatever Lando was on.

The Brit looked so excited to be out with them. He openly expressed he didn't need anybody else because his two favorite people were already with him. Oscar replied with a smile. She's going to have to force them to kiss at this rate.

Somewhere between three drinks in and Lando sipping on something not strong came blurred confessions. Whatever Lando had told Oscar he was drinking definitely was stronger than he'd made it out to be.

Her boyfriend keeps throwing her mischievous looks and suggestive eyebrow raises. What kind of game is he playing at? She would love if he let her in on it.

But alas, Lando does not, and she is left to her drink and her mind as she watches the two refuse to do anything about the tension they are creating. It's getting far too much for her. She either needs Lando to make a move on Oscar or to come help her because her imagination is going to places.

Somebody does kiss her, but it's not Lando. She would be concerned if Oscar hadn't just moved closer to her.

Everything goes fuzzy after that.

~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning is met with ridiculous hangovers and a cramped position on the couch.

The couch? How on earth did she end up here? More importantly, why is Oscar using her like a blanket and Lando a starfish on the floor?

Her breath quickens. Something must have happened for them to end up here. She pulls herself up and almost passes out in the process. She would like to - no - needs to remember what happened. She finds her phone laying on the counter and opens it.

Her hand hits the counter and there it the sound of metal hitting granite. She shakily moves her hands into view.

Of all the stupid and impulsive things, she could've done, it had to be getting married in Vegas and being too drunk to remember it. Looks like George, Alex, and Lily were there, the three people who really should've stopped her.

But it's not that realization that makes her finally curl up on the ground, It's the name on the certificate.

Oscar Piastri.

She can hear both boys starting to stir and wake themselves up. The light hitting their faces drawing them back to the land of the living. Into what has become her nightmare.

She ducks behind the counter.

"What happened last night? My head is killing me and- why are you on the floor?"

"Well, we all started on the couch and then I needed water, couldn't find my spot again so I just stayed on the floor."

There is a pause. "What do you mean 'we all'?"

"The three of us? You know, it's bad not to sleep together on the night of your wedding."

There is a string of mumbled words from Oscar that she can't make out. "Seeing as I married your girlfriend, you seem way too happy about this."

"Mate, you were literally trying to fuck both of us last night and then went on this rant about-"

"Okay! I get it! No need to embarrass me more."

Lando is laughing hysterically. "I was wondering if you were ever going to do it. I was getting worried about your wife having a stroke if we didn't do something about this. She talks in her sleep you know."

She squeaks and then covers her mouth. She curls further into her hiding place, but it's no use. They boys find her and join her on the floor.

"You been awake long, love?" How can Lando be so gentle at a time like this? Like she hadn't just betrayed him! She stares in disbelief and then shakes her head no.

It looks like Lando is about to say something else when there is a knock on the door. He gets up and opens it to Charles and Max. The former of which is yelling in French.

"Looks like you guys also had a rough night." Lando is keeling over laughing which inevitably puts him back on the floor.

"What do you mean?" Max is standing there looking completely sober.

Lando is in tears at this point, and nobody understands what he's laughing at. "The matching rings, mate? Do you not remember getting hitched right after your sister?"

There is a set of identical screams followed by more frantic French.

"Speaking of that..." Max turns his attention to the little Leclerc and Oscar. "... You going to explain this one Lando? I remember this still."

Lando then blushes, and it looks like he considers running. "So listen - I may have talked you two into getting married." There is this innocent smile on his face that makes her jaw drop.

"This was you?! I'm panicking for nothing?!" She trails with French mumbling, and Charles joins in with her.

They look through pictures for a while and get water into their systems before Max and Charles go to leave.

"So, are you two going to get a divorce?" Oscar looks at Charles and Max who shrug.

"Maybe, but who knows? Maybe it'll come in handy some day."

"I knew you guys were fucking! Lando you own me now."

"How did you know?!"

"Little sisters know all, dear brother."

When it's just the three, a tense silence false between them. "So, what now?" She finally breaks. No longer able to handle the staring.

"We get a lawyer?"

"Or, hear me out, we keep it. We can always do that later!"

It's true, really. This a backward way of confessing, but it's not like they don't want to be together.

"Then Lando needs a ring also!" They laugh.

The Brit gets a hold of the certificate and finds a marker to write his name on it. "I fixed it."

Then he looks at the other two. Bright smiles on all of there faces.

"Shall we consummate the marage?"

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling I'll bite my grandmother next time they comment on my weight?

Me (23yo Transmasc) live with some roommates and away from my family because they're transphobic (still deadname me, still misgender me). It isn't easy but it's better for all of us.

Recently, I gained a lot of weight because of a psych med I am taking, about 45lbs, so now I am 200lbs on 5'2" and I absolutely have no money to go to a gym and no time to wake up since I work 44hrs/week in a job I already walk a lot and lift a lot of weight. My food intake was the same, doctor said yes, it was the meds making me gain weight and I am like okay, I always wanted to be a bear anyways and instead of wallowing in despair I bought new, bigger clothing that made me feel better.

Last week, though, my family invited me for a sunday lunch, and I went because I really like my siblings. Going there, my grandparents and uncles were there, and my grandmother and mother immediately noticed my weight gain and made the Face™ and asked me what happened. I told them that i gained weight due to a med. They've always been weightwatchers for free for me and would criticize me to the slightly more i would get fatter and praise me to the hell and back when I lost weight, so I am already defensive of what they'll say next and noticing the dirty looks they're giving me for using XXL clothing and having a double chin.

As I am serving a glass of soda for me (it was ALL that was there to drink and I ain't eating food dry) though, my grandma points at it and makes an inflating motion. I then snap at her and tell the next comment on my weight, I'll bite her. She backs off saying she's only worried for my health and I tell her no she isn't, because she praised me the time I got pancreatitis and got down to 165lbs and barely could stand up. (Pancreatitis made me throw up everything I ate for four days and I was hospitalized, losing a shitton of weight in the process), if she did care she would be worried that time. My mom tried to intervene and tell me that i was probably being just lazy to gain all that weight and it's not even the meds. I snap and tell I am also going to bite her next time she comments on my weight. Both women back off and let me have my goddamn lunch in peace, and I leave pretry early from there. When I get home there's a text from my uncle telling me to try to understand his mother's side and that she only wants the best for me and I should forgive her slip ups, and I tell him that I am not forgiving that and they can have their shitty family lunches without me if I will be criticized everytime i eat or drink in front of them. AITA?

[rogueddie]

The Final Campfire T | 489 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is a fire that never goes out

Steve and Eddie had a little tradition that has built up over the years; whenever they're both able to get a week off of work, they go camping together.

For a week, they are alone and together.

They haven't been able to go camping for a while now, but it isn't because they don't have time off.

"It's a bad idea," Steve points out.

"One last time," Eddie pleads.

Eddie's hands shake slightly as he takes hold of Steves. They didn't know why his hands sometimes shake, but the doctors had reassured them that it was fine. It was a common thing that comes with old age.

"We can go to one of those tourist type ones so people are close by if we need anything," Eddie adds.

Steve's face scrunches up, emphasizing the wrinkles littering his face. "No. We just... won't go as far into the woods as we used to."

It takes them longer to get ready than usual, but that's mostly because they need more now. Steve's meds alone need their own little bag.

"You remembered to tell Dustin and Suzie?" Eddie asks, as they get in the car the next day.

"Yeah. They said they're gonna tell their little Steve all about it so, if we need help, he'll be ready to come save us."

"Good."

The woods of Hawkins used to be a scary place. The first few times they went camping, Steve had a rough time of it.

After fifty years, it's hard to feel that same fear. They both have too many happy memories amongst these trees. Too many times where they laughed, cried, played.

"I missed this," Steve admits, reluctantly sitting while Eddie sets up the campfire.

"Yeah, I did too." Eddie pants, finally pulling the last twig down and sitting next to Steve with a groan. "Didn't miss how much fucking work it takes."

Steve laughs, gently batting his arm. "That's nothing new."

Eddie lights a small branch on fire with his lighter, placing it amongst the smaller twigs and dry leaves, slowly setting the campfire alight.

He leans against Steve's side, whilst they watch the flame build, resting his head against his shoulder.

"I love you," Eddie mumbles.

Steve hum, grinning, bringing a hand up to play with his grey hair. "I love you too."

"It's hard to believe that it's been so long."

"Really?"

"Nah. More that, like... I didn't expect you to stick with me this long."

"You remember what I said? First time we were out here?"

"Back when we were dumb and cheesy?"

"Yeah."

Eddie is quiet for a moment, before whispering, "yeah, I remember."

Steve presses a gentle, lingering kiss to Eddie's forehead.

They both quietly sit, watching the flames of the campfire dance, Steve's words from so long ago echoing in their heads.

"I don't think I'll ever stop loving you. My love for you will burn long after our fires are extinguished."

[thankstothe]

Some notes on Wilson's marriages/divorces, and how he met House:

• House didn't just meet a freshly divorced Wilson. He met barely married Wilson, who just got notified about his #1 divorce by a lawyer, not his wife

• Wilson walked around with papers on hand, long enough to give House a chance to sneak a peek. The same day he received the news. (there's a chance it was some sort of middle step in the divorce procedure, but "just served", checkmate your honor)

• House 100% knew that when he bailed him out. No, I don't have any concrete evidence besides "it's fucking House"

• House had Wilson observed the entire time to know he didn't open the papers. The divorce lawyer prob gave him an idea of what it is, and he was just marinating in the suffering juice

• House had to be nosy and stealthy when he checked the package Wilson clung to, he saw what's written on it

• They didn't actually talk at the conference itself, so House did it silently too

• There was a law firm address on the papers, and you couldn't just google shit then. House's had to remember it to investigate it further, or he already knew of the firm (or it said "BLAH LAW FIRM BLAH HERE'S YOUR DIVORCE PAPERS, LOSER", which is possible)

• Wilson likely opened them in a hotel room (or he looked at the package sadly/angrily there too), needed a drink, and House was at the bar

• House was watching Wilson at that conference, then at the bar, then meltdown over the song, then the whole fight and the mess, then the detention, and was like yeah I'll bail that

• "First words you ever said to me." This is when they first talked, Wilson was in jail and the one in need

• Ok alright, hear me out, if House didn't know what the papers were at the time of bailing. There are 2 paths for him to find out

• Wilson STILL had them on hand in jail

• Or Housey saw them at Wilson's hotel room. Yeah

• It's been over the decade since they've met and they both vividly remember the details of that drunk night (I get why for storytelling purposes. Still... Much to think about)

• That conference is either the last one, or one of the lasts, House attended. And that one was already boring to House without Wilson. 15 years prior to s06e06 "Known Unknowns", can't do the timeline magic I just eyeball it

• House also introduced Wilson to Cuddy pretty soon, since she was a witness to the levels of despair he was apparently in

• House might've pestered Cuddy to hire him, or she chose to do so herself (whenever she was dean). Maybe House chased away some poor oncologist to make an opening. Even if House isn't as obsessed with Wilson at the start of season 1, he's always plotting

• There's the brother thing too. Wilson still fresh out of med school, still divorcing, still guilty af and looking for the brother in Princeton, so he was happy to work there

• Prior to that, Wilson was working 2 jobs to support himself and Sam and was ready to follow her to Baltimore

• The divorce and meeting House happened in 1991, the same year USSR completely fell apart. Just thought I'll throw that in #educational

• Wilson was married, non-fraudulently, for 12 years total

• Marriage #1 has only lasted 1 year

• That means every marriage House was present for has lasted longer #math

• Wilson found a way to get fulfilled while in the marriage

• Now he's got a needy bitch with infinite problems and who will slurp any poison he has to siphon

• I'd argue House is what made Wilson bearable at home

• At the same time, House is what kept Wilson away from home, ultimately contributing to the divorce

• Wilson himself describes his marriages as crappy - he doesn't really need help destroying them. House still helps~✨

• Timeline gets wonky, but there couldn't have been much of a downtime between marriages, a couple of years max

• "Fell in love at the wedding" - whatever the fuck that means for Wilson

• Either Wilson met Sam through that wedding, and she also aimed to work in medicine - how they've connected. Or they went there as a couple, both being med students? Got high on emotions and jumped into marriage

• Wilson speedruns relationships once he's in them, so it could've gone "hey that was a nice wedding, how about we have our own?"

• He fucking sucks at proposals, his looks and general air of niceness carried him all 3 times, I will not be hearing any objections on the matter

• When Wilson talks to Cameron about cheating. He says, "I have (cheated). I always told them"

• "Them"

• It's could've been every marriage (#1, #2 and #3). If boy managed to sneak in cheating in his 1-year lightning marriage #1, while he was studying + 2 jobs (now I don't doubt his time management skills, but it's still a hassle. On the other hand, all that stress couldn't have been helping)

• Or it could be #1 and #2, or #1 and #3. But #3 is pretty much a certainty (he flirts with nurses on screen, House is also there), and it's "them", so why would he randomly stop in the middle? Don't think so

• What's most likely is - #2 and #3. When arguing with Sam (#1) again she didn't mention or allude to the cheating, her problem was that Wilson didn't communicate ANY emotions to her, she even admitted to House she made the most mistakes in that marriage, let's say there's some truth in that

• Wilson either didn't tell Sam about cheating, she didn't have a problem with it, or he lied to Cameron

• OR he didn't cheat on Sam

• He started to cheat after the first divorce AND his marriages started to last longer, which is funnier too

• He could've started cheating prior to House entering the picture, but much more likely - after. Divorce and/or House are the cause

• Speaking of. Meeting House is very tightly linked to the #1 divorce. Every time Wilson would think back on it, he would have to think about all the turmoil and getting bailed by House. And vice versa - every time he'd think back on meeting House...

• "I met someone who made me feel funny. And I didn't want to let that feeling go." Another Cameron talk. Ur honor, there's something on that wall

• btw, he is STILL married while meeting House, so if you hilson 1st-night-fuck truther, that meeting is his cheater origin story in a more practical sense. He then could've really meant all the marriages, but then he lied about telling Sam/Cameron, he might not count it since he's divorcing to tell Sam

• Ultimately, he's a huge liar, and I'm wasting my time. What I'm saying - nothing is really off the table with this guy in terms of hcs

• Aftermaths of #2 and #3 aren't really talked about like #1. It must've been really nuclear

• House says neither of them recovered from (#1) divorce to Wilson's face, Wilson doesn't contest that in any way. Even tho House didn't know Wilson before the divorce he usually right on the money with these things

• After the divorce #2 Wilson got 3 legged cat

• After failing to secure marriage #4 (#1 part 2) he got a diabetic cat

• Just like the thing he has with missing phone calls, after every divorce, consciously or not, he might expect a savior to bail him out

• After and during #3 he crashed at House's, then surfed hotels, then moved in with a dying patient, then Amber's, then House moved in with him (still Amber's)

• Maybe his wives kept taking properties in the divorce, and he just stopped getting them

• Man frankly didn't have a home for a while (HOMELESS BUT NOT HOUSELESS)

• Then Wilson finally commits and gets the place for himself and House, from Bonnie (#2)

• Wilson adamantly remains on good terms with his ex-wives (but not random exes. One helps House with a prank, House kept tabs bc of course)

• But Wilson thinks they hate him. Did he ever pay attention to them?

• While spending all the time with House, then cheating, telling his wives about it, Wilson gave them more attention and emotions to delay the divorce

• He also learned how not to get attached in marriage, to not get destroyed by the divorce (excellent gambit if you expect your marriage to fail)

• He has a better support system now too. Can't believe House is your support system, fucking lmao and ouch. Cuddy is his only other friend we see, maybe Stacy at some point (he kept in touch with after the incident)

• All his other friends and family we hear next to nothing about, at best they're surface level

• In season 5 he's only visited by the coworkers/House's team + Cuddy <- all that is pretty much House's tolerance circle

• House is pathetic, but Wilson is something else entirely

[celestie0]

I LOVEE GOJO AND I LOVE SPIDERMAN IF U DO WRITE AN AU ILL WORSHIP U FOREVER

ahhh see i really do want to. but ughhh. too many ideas too little time.

i was kinda thinking, i've really been wanting to do a hospital au, so maybe mix it w spiderman au. sumn like reader n gojo are both part of a trauma surgeon cohort of first year residents and maybeee it's also childhood friends to lovers? like they've been friends forever and went through med school together n stuff. so likeee reader knows him better than anyone else

ok and then hear me out. so gojo has his typical spiderman lore right like he gets bit by a spider n becomes spiderman. it'd be kinda crazy if gojo n reader both work the night shift...but suspiciously, every single night that gojo isn't working, the hospital keep getting spiderman-related roughed up criminal patients 🤔 like they're covered in webs and all claim to have been beaten up by spiderman in the downtown streets of new york city. and reader is always telling gojo about the crazy patient cases whenever they hang out and how it sucks that he's never on shift when they get those patients and he's like yeaaaaa damn that's crazy 💀💀

anywho there was also additional idea i had where reader is also a clinical researcher and she steals samples of spiderman's webs n forensic material from the patients to look at the stuff under a microscope and she believes there's a promising cure for cancer based on what she's found in the chemical composition of his webs. but when she brings it up to the institution, they shut her down. so she takes matters into her own hands and tries to seek spiderman out bc she needs more web to run experiments

ok but imagine the angsttt when reader feels like gojo is slipping away from her n becoming more n more distant for some reason even though they've been best friends their whole life, but it's only bc he has this big secret that he doesn't want her to find out bc he knows that it'll only put her in danger :(( sobs

yea idk such were my ideas... it's a little cliche but i like it xd ... i have absolutely put my foot down and said no more series until i finish kickoff and get at least halfway through ihm...but i'm super excited by the prospect of a spiderman au!!

[in1-nutshell]

Any mtmte (did I spell that right, I also want rodimus included in it) characters you want, I want to see the bots reaction to bot (gn) buddy that use (still is) to be megatrons sparkmate, and a gladiator before. 🫣 megatron and buddy still on good terms tho.

Okay... I had a bit too much fun with this one, so its a bit longer than what I usually do my writings. I used a different writing style than what I usually used too. If this isn't what you wanted, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy being Megatron's sparkmate (its complicated) that was a former gladiator with Rodimus Prime, Nautica, and Ravage

SFW, Platonic, Romantic implications, Pre-war Cybertron and Post-war Cybertron mentioned, Cybertronain reader

MTMTE

Megatron had met Buddy while waiting for his next match.

The two had entered a nice conversation before Buddy was called off to their match. That wouldn’t be the last time they would meet each other.

Megatron met Buddy again in the infirmary after a particularly brutal match. Both gladiators had to stay in the med bay for the night. That night was filled with much talking and laughter.

That’s where everything began.

So, the two gladiators began sneaking off to go meet each other and secretly watch each other’s matches.

Despite the circumstances, they made it work.

“Buddy?”--Megatron

“Right here Megatron.”--Buddy

“Perfect timing as usual. How was today’s match?”--Megatron

“Same ol’. Same ol’. What about yours? I heard through the guards todays was particularly spectacular.”--Buddy

“I… showed the crowd my panels.”--Megatron

“You have panels?”--Buddy

“Yes, I know it—”--Megatron

“And you didn’t tell me?! Now you have to show me them!”--Buddy

“Hush! You’ll give away our position!”--Megatron

“And? What do you think the guard will do at this late hour? They’ll be too tired to do anything, plus our biolights are on low. The bot wouldn’t be able to see our faces before he’d see our pedes!”--Buddy

“You know what they would do Buddy. You shouldn’t be so careless.”--Megatron

“Yeah, but still, I bet we can take them together. Assuming you’d be by my side and not using me to give you a head start.”--Buddy

“I would stay by your side, you know that.”--Megatron

“I know. You’d start panicking and worrying if I wasn’t around anyways.”--Buddy

“Maybe I should leave you.”—Megatron

“Oh, Megs, you’ve wounded me!”—Buddy

“But in all seriousness, I would come to you if you’d call.”—Megatron

“…Thanks Megs…”—Buddy

“Don’t call me that.”—Megatron

“Nah.”--Buddy

Buddy was there for many of his major achievements in and outside the ring.

They cheered for him as he basked in the energon of his enemy after a win.

They helped him continue his writing after Terminus disappeared.

They even had the pleasure of meeting his inner circle for the new Decepticon movement he was starting.

“So, this is the infamous Decepticon circle I’ve been hearing about?”--Buddy

“And you are?”--Starscream

“Megatron’s friend. I am a gladiator as well.”--Buddy

“Just friend?”--Thundercracker

“Yes?”--Megatron

“Well just hearing how much you talk about them, we assumed—”--Skywarp

“Why don’t you introduce yourselves first.”--Megatron

“Hey is that-- Buddy!”--Frenzy

“Rumble! Frenzy! Ravage!”—Buddy

“Looking good Buddy.”--Rumble

“What—”--Megatron

“How’s is your arm wound from the fight?”--Ravage

“What arm—”--Megatron

“I thought the guards caught you, guess you gave them the slip huh.”--Frenzy

“Guards?”—Megatron

“Oh, you know me. I never get caught!”--Buddy

“How do you three know each other?”--Megatron

“We met after some drunk bots started fighting dirty with us. Buddy in and used some of their signature moves to gives all a head start. We got some drinks then we split when the guards started coming by the sector.”--Ravage

“Never gonna mess with ya after that display. Truly an artform.”--Frenzy

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.”--Buddy

“Yeah, tell that to the other guy’s servos.”--Rumble

“Wait what happened to—”--Megatron

“ANYWHO! The triplets over there are Starscream, Skywarp, and Thundercracker. Screamer’s the one in red, Warp is the purple one, and Cracker is the blue one.”--Frenzy

“Hello!”--Buddy

“Hi.”--Skywarp

“Buddy.”--Starscream

“Hello.”--Thundercracker

“The purple one over there is Shockwave.”--Frenzy

“Hello!”--Buddy

“Greetings.”--Shockwave

“Don’t take it personally, he doesn’t have his emotions anymore.”--Ravage

“Oh…”--Buddy

“And this is Soundwave!”--Rumble

“Hello!”--Buddy

“Hello.”--Soundwave

Through telepathy. “Really ‘just a friend’.”--Soundwave

Through telepathy. “First, WOW! This is amazing! Second, just give me a couple more cycles! I’m working up the courage… how often does he talk about me? Are they good things?”--Buddy

Through telepathy. “Too much its painful now. Please put us out of our misery.”--Soundwave

Through telepathy. “I hope so, if he does feel the same way.”--Buddy

Through telepathy. “He does, believe me. His thoughts if not thinking about this whole operation and his writings is you. Which is happening a lot more than usual these days.”—Soundwave

“Really?!”—Buddy

“You should hear the poems he thinks about you.”--Soundwave

“Umm… Boss? You’re not threatening Buddy are you?”--Rumble

“Negative. Simply having a chat.”--Soundwave

“Was it?”--Megatron

“It was. You seem to have a strong foundation, Megatron. And with all the followers that are going to come in, the Senate will have to hear you now!”--Buddy

“Hopefully.”--Megatron

“Don’t get so down in the dumps Megs! Have a little faith. A little faith never hurt anyone.”--Buddy

“…Maybe.”--Megatron

“See!”--Buddy

‘He is down bad for them.’—Soundwave and every Decepticon there.

Megatron was pleased to see Buddy get along with his colleagues.

A couple cycles pass he starts getting thoughts about the Conjux ritual. The bot that always comes into his processor is Buddy.

But would Buddy even want that?

What if they didn’t want that?

What if they just wanted to be friends or Amica?

After a few peptalks with Soundwave, he is ready. He believes he is ready to finally begin the first steps.

“Buddy.”--Megatron

“Hey Megs? You don’t usually come by this sector, you know there’s more guards at this time right?”--Buddy

“First of all, don’t call me that. Second, I know its… just meet me at the old oil house tonight.”--Megatron

“Tonight? What happened with next cycle? You already breaking tradition?”--Buddy

“Can you—”--Megatron

“I’m just messing with you Megs. I’ll be there.”--Buddy

“Be careful.”--Megatron

“Please Megs, I’ve never been caught, and I will not get caught. Don’t worry so much.”--Buddy

Everything was going to be all right.

Right?

That night, Buddy was an hour late.

Buddy was always a punctual bot, the most they had been late was a couple minutes late.

Worried, Megatron decided to take things into his own servos. He managed to sneak into their quarters the same route he had done multiple times before.

The entire place was stripped clean.

“Buddy? Buddy!”--Megatron

Silence.

“Buddy this isn’t funny. Come out!”--Megatron

Silence.

“Buddy?”--Megatron

He went to ask the bots in the next room, but no one was there.

The room was also stripped clean.

He went in a frenzy opening door finding the same thing in each one.

He would have been caught by the night guards, if it weren’t for Ravage and Soundwave.

They would later find out that the entire quarter of gladiators in that section had been relocated to another city. But the ship had been ‘accidentally’ taken down as soon as it took off near the city limits. It was clear as day that the ‘accident’ was planned, but no one would investigate a case of nameless gladiators.

There were no survivors.

“I am sorry Megatron. They are gone.”--Soundwave

“…”--Megatron

“Megatron?”--Ravage

“I need some time by myself now.”--Megatron

“…Ravage.”--Soundwave

“On it.”--Ravage

Ravage hadn’t felt such spark break than he had in that moment with Megatron. He and Soundwave had to break the news to the others when they got back to their makeshift base. There was a lot of shock and mourning that happened that night. Everyone tread carefully near Megatron as if he were a ticking time bomb.

Ravage stayed by his friends’ side for a good time before he was deemed fine once again.

Megatron was far from fine.

Megatron was near inconsolable at the beginning. He felt almost as helpless as when Terminus had disappeared. His old friend, Impactor, after hearing the news tried to get him out of this hole. He was lucky enough to get him out of his habsuite and back outside. He took him to Maccadams for a drink.

The rest went downhill from there.

Meanwhile Buddy had actually been transported to a different ship at the last second thanks to an error in the system that no one wanted to fix.

Buddy had been taken to one of the colony ships instead.

The ship set to go to Caminus.

While it was rough to adjust at first, especially after hearing what happened to their ship. Buddy quickly found some friends and began their new life on Caminus. They wanted to build a life on Caminus first and as soon as they got the chance, they would go back to Cybertron, grab Megatron and his friends and have them all live with them on Caminus.

Buddy met three bots named Chromia, Nautica, and Windblade. The three didn’t judge Buddy by their past and made it their goal to help Buddy adjust to Caminus the best they could.

Windblade would go more on the cultural and artistic facts about Caminus, a planet that made Cybertron seem very rough by comparison.

When Chromia found out about Buddy’s fighting career, she wanted to spar.

If it was okay with Buddy after all.

She was not disappointed with the new challenge.

She even managed to get Windblade to join in too.

Nautica was a bit intimidated by Buddy at first but quickly warmed up to them once she saw that Buddy wasn’t a bad bot.

Being the wall flower Nautica was, she didn’t offer buddy to go out in crowded places too often.

Instead, she indulged Buddy in her deep sea findings.

Buddy loved seeing their friends so happy.

They did try and find out more things about Buddy’s past, but with Buddy being vague with the details, they decided that if Buddy did wanted to talk about it, they would on their own time.

“You care to go on another sparring match Buddy?”--Chromia

“Since when have I backed down from that challenge Chromia?”--Buddy

“Well good luck you two—”--Windblade

“And where do you think you’re going Windblade? You’re sparring with us.”--Chromia

“But—”--Windblade

“Maybe if I join in, it won’t be so bad? I could use the warm up.”--Nautica

“Well…”--Windblade

“Well?”--Chromia

“All right. I guess—”--Windblade

“I’m on Buddy’s team!”--Nautica

“Nautica!”--Windblade

Buddy did try and call Megatron, he never answered them. They stopped trying after hearing all the atrocities he was committing on Cybertron. It soon became clear that the Megatron they once knew was gone and replaced with this… awful monster.

Between their work on Caminus and their free time, Buddy did try and keep tabs on Cybertron through the air waves.

Buddy decided to stay neutral for the longest time, not wanting to get involved with politics that no longer concerned them.

That was until on night they had been flying their personal space cruiser when they received a distress signal.

They turned to the signal and saw a red mech flouting around waving his arms around.

Buddy grabbed the mech and pulled him inside the ship.

“Wow, you look like a Sharkticon chewed and spat you out.”--Buddy

“Thanks…”—Hot Rod

“Anyways stranger I’m here to help you with some repairs.”--Buddy

“You’re going to repair me? But you’re a NAIL.”—Hot Rod

“So… your point?”--Buddy

“Don’t you guys hate us, for the war and all?”—Hot Rod

“Kid—”--Buddy

“The names Hot Rod.”—Hot Rod

“Hot Rod, I may not be associated with either of your sides right now or ever, but that doesn’t mean I’m some sparkless bot who’s going to let you bleed all over my ship cold and alone. Now hold still, I know how to repair most of this stuff with what I’ve got so let’s make it count.”--Buddy

“…Thanks…”—Hot Rod

“The names Buddy, Hot Rod.”--Buddy

“Buddy? That’s a… fun name.”—Hot Rod

“Yeah, yeah, it was supposed to be a mean nickname for me back in the old days for my ‘friendly’ personality, but jokes on them, I liked it better than my actual name, so I adopted it.”--Buddy

“Oh!”—Hot Rod

“So, what actually chewed and spat you out because these dents are definitely bite marks.”--Buddy

“It’s a long story.”—Hot Rod

“I’ve got time and enough fuel to get you to…”--Buddy

“Junkion—Wait you’re going to fly me there?”—Hot Rod

“Sure, I got free time.”--Buddy

“And you’re willing to help a stranger get to a planet near enemy territory? Aren’t you afraid of getting caught in the crossfires?”—Hot Rod

“Roddy, if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that I don’t get caught. Never have and never will.”--Buddy

The two had a nice time together while flying.

When Buddy touched down on the planet, they gave him their personal commline in case he was ever blow up into space again. He smiled widely and waved good-bye before racing out to join his group.

Buddy simple took off feeling a bit lonelier on the ship than before. In small solidarity of their little Autobot friend, Buddy decided to get a small Autobot insignia on the inside of their arm.

Time skip after the war and Nautica and Velocity had joined the Lost Light.

Buddy was feeling a bit lonely on Caminus now.

Chromia and Windblade were frequently going to Cybertron now that Starscream had requested their help in speaking with Metroplex. How either didn’t tell Starscream that Buddy was on Caminus was beyond them.

Nautica did call every now and then.

Even Velocity had managed a call or two.

Mainly talks about the science staff and the medical staff on this crazy ship.

Buddy wanted a change. This ship sounded like the change they needed, at least for a little bit.

Buddy packed their things and left the planet on their cruiser looking for the star ship.

It took a while of flying before the giant star ship of the Lost Light came into view.

Buddy hailed in the ship and was received with a talk from the ship’s captain.

“This is the Lost Light. Please state your business.”—Magnus

“Hello, this the space cruiser 1232024, permission to come aboard?”--Buddy

“…You sound familiar. Who are you?”--Rodimus

“My name is Buddy—”--Buddy

“Wait Buddy?! Buddy from Caminus? Wow! It’s been a while!”--Rodimus

“I’m sorry?”--Buddy

“Excuse him, he might think you might be someone else.”--Magnus

“No, you patched up a red mech during the war with pieces of their hull.”—Rodimus

“How do you know that?”—Buddy

“Well, I would be a horrible bot if I didn’t remember who saved me those years ago in space.”--Rodimus

“Oh Primus! Roddy is that you?!”--Buddy

“Yeah! Well, I go by Rodimus Prime now, but yeah come aboard!”--Rodimus

Buddy was greeted by Rodimus and Ultra Magnus at the docking entrance.

Rodimus is pulled into an armor denting hug. Buddy is relieved that their small Autobot friend was okay after all this time.

A former Prime too.

Buddy shook their servo with Ultra Magnus and greeted him politely.

Magnus has gained a friend.

Magnus is going to treasure this friend.

Finally, someone else on this ship that knows decent manners!

“So, what brings you in? You need some oil?”--Rodimus

“No thank you, I’m actually here to ask if I could join you and your crew on your quest.”--Buddy

“Really!”--Rodimus

“Really?”--Magnus

“Yes! I’ve heard about it through some friends of mine that are crewmates of yours. Nautica mainly.”--Buddy

“Yes, you can join! Welcome on aboard. I can comm in Nautica if you want.”--Rodimus

“Oh, that won’t be necessary Captain.”--Buddy

“Why?”--Rodimus

“Well, it kind of defeats the purpose of surprising someone if they know what the surprise is.”--Buddy

“Oookay! I got it! Magnus!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus--”--Magnus

“Call in for an audience in the bridge. We have a dramatic entrance to make.”--Rodimus

Rodimus leaving to the bridge.

“I don’t remember him being this energetic. But he did have though injuries.”--Buddy

“Get used to it, as Co-Captain he loves his role.”--Magnus

“Co-captain? Is that even a term?”--Buddy

“It is now. And welcome aboard.”--Magnus

“Thank you, Ultra Magnus.”—Buddy

Buddy soon was with Ultra Magnus behind one of the bridges blindside chatting about stories that happened before Nautica came aboard.

Apparently, they were going to have a rather unorthodox travel. They started loving this ship more then before.

Buddy would sometimes slip a glance out from their hiding space to see the crowd of Bots around them.

A familiar purple bot caught their optics. Buddy couldn’t hold back the fond smile coming onto their faceplate.

But something else caught their optic.

It was a streak of black, but Buddy could have sworn they had seen that bot before.

“What are you looking at?”--Magnus

“I found Nautica, which is amazing and all, but I thought I saw someone else.”--Buddy

“Who did you think you saw?”--Magnus

“I thought I saw—”--Buddy

“Buddy?!”--Ravage

“No, that’s me, but—wait…”--Buddy

“Ravage what are you doing here? You’re supposed to wait with the others down—”--Magnus

“Buddy! You’re alive!”--Ravage

“Ravage?! Wow! I haven’t seen you—”--Buddy

Ravage leaping to Buddy’s face, but Buddy quickly catches him and keeps him at arms length.

“Ravage!”--Magnus

“Hold it Magnus. Ravage—”--Buddy

“We mourned for you! Do you have any idea what happened when you left? Where did you go? Did someone kidnap you? Tortured you? Put you in a stasis chamber? What?! What happened?!”--Ravage

Buddy pulling Ravage close to their chassis.

“It is good to see you, my friend.”--Buddy

“…I’m not helping you with what happens next when you meet him.”--Ravage

“Meet who?”--Buddy

“You mean they haven’t told you yet?”--Ravage

“Told me what?”--Buddy

“Who do you think the Co-Captains are?”--Ravage

“Rodimus and Magnus?”--Buddy

“I’m not a Co-Captain.”--Magnus

“Really? Because it looked like you’d be one of the bots in charge of things around here.”--Buddy

“I am, however, I am not the other Co-Captain.”--Magnus

“Then who—”--Buddy

“—and without further or do. Here is our newest crewdition!”--Rodimus

“I guess this is my cue. See you in a minute Ravage.”--Buddy

Buddy putting down Ravage down and walking to the main part of the bridge.

“Wait! He doesn’t know they’re here!”--Ravage

“Who doesn’t know?”—Magnus

Buddy turned the corner and saw a sea of bots looking up at them. They saw many curious optics looking over at their frame. The first thing they heard was the familiar sound of Nautica squealing. Buddy saw Nautica making her way up to reach Buddy with Velocity trailing behind her.

The second sound Buddy heard was a loud gasp next to them. Buddy turned and saw the last mech they would have expected being there.

Megatron, in all of his gunmetal glory, stood next to Rodimus. Optics trained on Buddy as Buddy looked back with the same intensity.

Nautica stopped seeing Buddy looking at Megatron like they saw a ghost…

Oh!

Oh!

This made sense now.

Buddy had always mentioned a certain gladiator back in the old days with much fondness. She always teased Buddy from time to time about the little love, but Buddy wouldn’t do much to say otherwise.

Of course, it was Megatron! He matched too many of the stories Buddy had told her from time to time.

She looked back at Buddy as she began moving forward slowly to the ex-warlord.

“Buddy? Is that you?”--Megatron

Buddy picking up the pace a little bit.

“By the Prime’s it is you! But, how? You’re ship! The whole thing had engulfed in flames!”--Megatron

Buddy sprinting opening their arms out.

Megatron reactively opened his arms out too.

Buddy grabbing said arm and judo flipping the mech onto his back with a pede on his throat.

“THAT WAS FOR NEVER ANSWERING ME BACK YOU SON OF A TURBOFOX!”--Buddy

“Woah!”--Rodimus

“Hold it, hold it!”--Velocity

“That’s kind of hot.”--Whirl

“Not now Whirl.”--Nautica

Buddy getting off of Megatron and single handedly helping him up so they could hug him.

“This is for…for…”--Buddy

“Buddy…”--Megatron

“Hey Megs, I told you I wouldn’t get caught.”--Buddy

“I shouldn’t have doubted you, for a second.”--Megatron

“Finally learning your lesson?”--Buddy

“Maybe.”--Megatron

“…FINALLY!”--Ravage

“Yes!”--Nautica

“What. The.—”--Rodimus

“Rodimus language!”--Magnus

“I have a right!”--Rodimus

“Hey Buddy! Flip me next!”—Whirl