#so he gave up in a smaller fit of rage

[fioletowa-krowa]

And now for the sport I’ve been perfecting since I was tiny: “trying not to audibly cry while dad road rages down the freeway”

[hee0soo]

Left me waiting - A S[e]oul Story -2-

Pairing — Kim Hongjoong x Foreigner!Reader

Summary — 2 phones and 2 people staring at them for days... neither of them knowing what to do or think...

Genre — fluff

AU/Trope Info — Idol!Au, SliceofLifeAu

Wordcount — 1.1k

Warnings — none

Rating — sfw

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!

Unsure what to do, you stared at the piece of paper Hongjoong had given you 3 days ago during your visit at KQ. The writing on it seemed to glare at you as you contemplated on what to do with it.

Should you really text him like he had asked?

So far you had not had the guts to actually open a new chat for him, hadn’t even saved his number yet as you didn’t know if it was a smart idea.

All the things that could go wrong were racing through your head. What if he thought you were boring, or if he would get in trouble for handing out his privat number just like that! Or even worse, what if a sasaeng somehow caught wind of what had transpired inside the company 3 days ago?!

It just didn’t seem like a good idea in your mind.

And yet here you were. Late at night, bundled in your hotel room blanket with the little note in one hand and your phone in the other.

It would only take one press of your finger and his number would have been saved, or you could just go back, not save it and throw the paper into the trash. The matter would have been solved either way.

You wondered if he waited for you to text him. Wondered if he was waiting or if he had already forgotten about the encounter. A part of you wished he had while the other part, the part that was selfishly hoping he remembered you, did not.

You looked back down at the note. The scribble looked a bit messy in your opinion, but it fit him.

Hesitant you typed in the number to save it for now. The text icon seemingly teasing you as it sat there innocently like it was not causing a raging storm of anxiety inside your head.

Groaning in frustration you flopped back into the pillows on the bed.

So what if you texted him, huh? What was the worst thing that could happen? After all, it was him who had willingly given his number to you, not the other way around and if Hongjoong had truly changed his mind about this, then the worst thing happening was just not getting an answer at all.

That, you could actually live with.

And so you quickly typed something into the message bar.

Uhm hi - Send 11:43 pm

I don’t know if you remember me but you kinda gave me your number a few days ago - Send 11:43 pm

It’s y/n btw - Send 11:44 pm

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Tired and ready to drop dead where he was standing, Hongjoong followed his members inside their dorm.

For once, he had actually managed to part ways with his studio without having the others drag him out by the hair. Preparations for the upcoming comeback were always exhausting, but this time he seemed to struggle more then usual.

“You good, hyung?” Mingi asked in passing with his eyebrow raised almost into his hairline. The smaller rapper, waved his concern off with a nod.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just could use some sleep.”

Mingi took it. They all knew what the leader meant as it was a common thing to be felt in the group and especially for their second oldest it was almost like he was just dragging himself through those days.

“The bathroom is free right now if you want,” Seonghwa suggested from his place on the couch. He had gotten home a bit earlier with Wooyoung and Yeosang and had both of them pressed to his sides. Yeosang was snoring gently against his shoulder, not at all catching what was happening on the TV while their second youngest was playing dome game on his phone.

Hongjoong knew that Seonghwa hadn’t meant his words as a suggestion but more like a silent demand for him to hurry up and go to bed already and while the rapper would have fought him on any other day, today he just accepted it.

He dragged himself to the bathroom, quickly getting rid of his clothes to step into the shower.

The hot water running down his body let his tense shoulders relax, warming his hurting muscles from dance practice and soothing the pain as best as it could.

Hongjoong let his thoughts run wild, his mind going back to his phone where he was still hoping to get a message from the cute woman that had brought his airpods back to him.

But now, 3 days later, there was still nothing. His hope was slowly dyeing with every passing hour and he wondered if he had come on to strong.

Maybe you had gotten rid of the paper he had given you or even worse, sold it so someone! Or maybe he had let the managers gotten into his head with their possible horror stories about what could have happened.

Was it stupid to just hand his private number to you, an atiny who had obviously known who he was just based on the fact that you knew where to find him on a random Tuesday? Possibly.

But if you had really wanted to sell him out, then why did you bring his belongings back to him in the first place? So no, Hongjoong did not think that you sold it to anyone. The missing spam texts from random people was another clue to that.

Sighing he washed up.

Maybe he should just give up waiting. If you hadn’t texted now, it was highly unlikely that you were going to at this point. However he did feel his ego get a little hit in the process.

Hongjoong shut off the water just as someone knocked on the door.

“Hyung can you hurry? I still need to shower too!” San whined through the wooden door as he dried himself off with the towel waiting on their toilet.

“I’ll be out soon, San-ah!” he yelled a muttered a loving “Brat..” to himself.

San sauntered away and while the leader finished his skin care, he didn’t notice his phone on the counter lighting up with new messages.

Only when he was out and in his room already did he almost drop his phone when he saw it.

Grinning happily into his pillow he typed back…

Taglist: @lelaleleb @roronoas-wife

[smallpeniscollective]

A small smutty Raphael x reader blurb bc I couldn’t get the concept out of my head of Raphael flipping his SHIT when he shows up at his house of hope and haarlep is YOU and is making raphael supes jelly bc you were a VIRGIN and haarlep got to be your first

content: pov/2nd person, afab body parts, she/her pronouns (but used they/them for Haarlep in your form), devil sex, a smidge of masterbation&voyeurism, p-in-v

(if u like this, please feel so free to make requests, i cannot get enough of this mean old man)

*~*~*

“Your little mouse was quite the experience,” your voice oozed from Haarlep’s lips a sultry tone.

Raphael was seething, teeth bared and skin burning hotter than the Nine Hells. He had been lied to, stolen from, and the worst part of this: his little mouse had betrayed him so deeply, when he had been nothing but forthright and even gentlemanly.

Before he could spit out any animosities at the demon, Haarlep—you—continued, “She had the most delectably frightened look on her face… Most would jump at the chance to engage in such primal desires with an incubus, but her hesitancy revealed something much more… delicious…”

Raphael paused. Hesitancy to have otherworldly sex with a creature whose sole purpose is to arouse and seduce? You carried yourself so confidently, so brazenly, he never considered the fact that you might be—

“Did you know your little obsession was a virgin, Raphael?”

His blood hit its boiling point. He lunged at the incubus in his bed, grabbing Haarlep by the throat tightly. “You insolent swine!”

Haarlep continued to torment Raphael through strained wheezes, “Whatever could be the matter, master? You don’t want to hear about how timidly she removed her garments? You don’t want to know about how devastatingly wet she was to sully her virtue with an incubus who looked like you? She practically called out your name, Raphael.”

He almost threw Haarlep across the room, but when your form started to turn red in the face from the squeeze on your throat, he relented, dropping Haarlep onto the bed with disregard. Calming his face and containing the rage that boiled beneath the surface, he hissed out, “I should incinerate you where you stand.”

“But you won’t, will you, master? Not when I look so deliciously sweet like this,” Haarlep mused, running delicate fingers down the side of your naked frame. “She reeked so sweetly of innocence,” they purred, reaching your hand down between your thighs. They mimicked your wide, frightened eyes and flustered cheeks, mouth agape with pleasure never before experienced.

Raphael allowed himself to watch, to feast on Harleep’s false naïveté atop his silken sheets. Haarlep slid your other hand up towards your breast, kneading gently on the soft mound before swiping a thumb over your nipple, gasping softly. When your fingers became visibly slick from sliding between your folds, Raphael quickly grew agitated and impatient.

He caught fire and suddenly morphed into his natural form, wings splayed out in a menacing display.

“Oh, she quite enjoyed your devilish form, master,” your voice teased, whimpering pathetically when they slipped two of your small fingers inside of you.

Riled up, pissed off, and undeniably aroused, Raphael snapped his clawed fingers. His clothes were gone in an instant, and his raging erection was freed from the constraints of his breeches.

Haarlep played the part of a virgin, eyeing the ridged member with falsely scared eyes, but the excited glint gave away their acting. “Gods, your cock is ginormous!” your voice squeaked, “How will you ever fit that inside of me?”

“Haarlep, your acting is subpar,” Raphael said with an annoyed tone and an arched brow, “but do keep the innocent face, I find it quite entertaining.”

He approached the bed, crawling over your smaller frame to meet your eyes. He grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. So soft and supple, so disgustingly human that it irked him knowing he couldn’t help his little obsession with you.

Haarlep opened their jaw wider to catch his thumb in their mouth, swirling around the pad of Raphael’s thumb with a deft tongue. He could just imagine that tongue swirling around his cock, not that you’d know to do that uninstructed.

The thought of teaching you how to thoroughly pleasure him in all sorts of ways sent a shiver up his spine, and a small bead of precum leaked from his tip in response.

He let go of your—Haarlep’s—face and gave the incubus a rough push on the shoulder, signaling them to lie back. Haarlep, ever so obedient to his master’s whims, laid back onto the crimson bedsheets happily, dipping their arms underneath your head to splay your hair all around your head.

He kept an arm up by your head to hold himself up, looming over you in an all encompassing way and deeply possessive way. His other hand reached for his aching cock, giving it a quick swipe along your drenched slit to gather slick before pushing in and resting his hand on your hip.

Even through Haarlep, your inexperience showed through the vice-like grip your cunt had on him, and his hold on your hip tightened, his claws digging into the plump flesh. Knowing you’d be feeling this, shortly after your only time ever experiencing any sex at all, had him wanting to absolutely ravage the incubus before him. If he couldn’t be your first, he’d make sure he was the only one your little virtuous mind could think about.

He began to pump slowly, only pushing in halfway and taking his time to make sure you could feel every ridge and bump along your inner walls. Haarlep keened at the teasing, mimicking your pained whimpers and quiet moans.

“Doesn’t she have just the tightest squeeze you’ve ever felt?” Haarlep cooed, your moans coming through his words.

Even in the throes of passion, Raphael’s obsession seeped into every corner of his mind, overtaking his pleasure with jealousy. His hand moved from your hip to your jaw, roughly encapsulating it in his clawed grip. “I don’t want to hear another word from you, Haarlep.”

He pushed in hard, burying himself to the hilt and feeling you clench down on him. He began to thrust faster, rutting himself into you harder and harder.

Haarlep’s overexaggerations of your moans had him closing his eyes, letting himself imagine his real little mouse and the probable softer moans you were muffling in the dead of night as you were surrounded by others in their tents only mere feet away. He punished your betrayal through his relentless pounding, abusing your clenching and quivering cunt with this massive intrusion.

Haarlep noticed Raphael's closed eyes, so strange considering they were usually wide open to absorb the full image of his pleasure. Haarlep couldn't help but tease, "Eyes closed, master? Don't tell me you're thinking of that little thief when you've got her body right here before you."

"Quiet," he ordered harshly through gritted teeth as he thrusted. The image of you sweating and writhing on your bedroll as you felt a phantom cock pound into you had him nearing his end. "Touch yourself," he barked, seeking the feeling of your orgasm around his cock.

Haarlep obeyed, sneaking your hand down your body to reach your most sensitive spot, rubbing your clit in generous circles. Your moans through Haarlep rang louder and higher in pitch.

Raphael groaned when he felt your inner walls react, tightening around him. He shifted his position, dipping his hands beneath your knees to lift your legs higher towards your chest, burying himself impossibly deeper in you. His thrusts became aggressive snaps against your hips, the sound of wet skin slapping skin echoed in the room along with the sounds of your crying moans and whimpers.

Haarlep's expert touch and Raphael's ravaging had caused the thread to finally snap, and your body shook as your walls squeezed his cock in a grip so tight it nearly forced his cock out. Haarlep squealed their master's name as they came, "Gods, Raphael!"

It was your voice singing his name in his ears and the image of you helplessly coming around nothing but the idea of him that pushed him over the edge. He grunted through the last of his thrusts, your grip milking the seed out of his weeping cock.

He pulled out of Haarlep, watching his seed drip out of your hole before he let your knees go. His chest heaved with the passion he just experienced. He got up from the bed, regarding Haarlep still on the bed coldly. "Do not think you have any upper hand on me because of this. You are dismissed."

Haarlep slinked off the bed, landing on the floor quietly. With a knowing smirk, they mused, “Just think of it as a gift from your favorite little virgin," before disappearing in a small spark of flames.

[marvelobsessed134]

Hi you ❤️ i hope it's ok to send in a request. i thought of something where the reader is working at the Avengers Compound and trains new agents, but one of them grows fond of her and like creeps up on her or follows her around all the time. Soon Bucky noticed that and decides to help. As the guy then again waits up on you and gets too close for Bucky's liking, he steps in between and kisses you passionately, making the creep leave and takes you by surprise but you continue to kiss him which continues in his bedroom and later you both finally share your feelings for each other? 🥰🙊 Hope this is okay with You.

Be my lover

How Bucky looks when someone is harassing you ⬆️

Also no smut in this I’m sorry I just thought I’d make it hurt comfort 😭

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Avenger!Reader

Warnings: creepy guy, harassment, protective!bucky, hurt comfort

Ever since the new SHIELD recruits came in, things have been going south. Now most of them are very wonderful but one in particular has been bothering you. He’d been practically obsessed with you when he first saw you. Making inappropriate comments about how your suit fits or following you around the compound trying to have a conversation you clearly want no part in.

You tried to send the hint that you weren’t interested in whatever game he was playing but he was dense. And while yes, you can just tell him no, but what would he do with that? He could easily catch you off guard and hurt you. Even though you’re an Avenger you still have your weaknesses.

Bucky noticed right away something was off about you, and so he went to ask you if everything was okay when he saw the recruit trailing behind you down the hall. The soldier clenched his fists when he saw how uncomfortable you were. So he stalked towards the two of you, rage and protectiveness filling his senses.

“Hey,” he said trying to sound calm-it didn’t work-you smiled in relief when you weren’t alone anymore.

“Oh hey, you’re the Winter Soldier!” The recruit said. Bucky clenched his teeth. He absolutely hated that name. It brought back the worst memories and nightmares. Everyone knew he was the White Wolf now-the name the Wakandians gave him-everyone except the new recruit apparently.

“First of all, don’t ever call me that again unless you want to be six feet under. Second of all, don’t ever talk to, harass, or follow Y/n unless you wanna be in the depths of hell.” His voice was low and threatening and the recruit knew he didn’t stand a chance against a 6’5 super soldier. He nervously backed off until he ran down the hall.

You sighed in relief, running into Buckys arms which shocked him, but he cradled your smaller form against his, “Thank you, Bucky.”

“Of course, doll. Can’t have a weirdo following you around all day. I’ll get Steve to fire him so you won’t have to see him anymore.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, “You’d do that? Why?”

“Because I…” he almost couldn’t get the words out. Now or never, he thought to himself. “I love you, Y/n. Ever since you joined the team a year ago I’ve had my eyes set on you. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me because of who I am. What I’ve done.”

Your hand went up to touch the side of his face, “Bucky, your past doesn’t define you. You are a wonderful human being with a heart of gold. Don’t ever think of yourself like that again.”

The brunette smiled softly, “So, um. You can reject me now, it’s okay.”

You waited a moment, searching his for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on before getting on your top toes and pressing your lips to his. He was shocked at first but kissed you back, his arms wrapping tighter around you.

You pulled away with a smirk, “Does that answer your question?”

[bumblebee-is-best-boi]

BLITZBEE WEEK DAY FIVE: SCARS

hoooo boy! This one is my fav. Originally it was just a Blitzwing story but I made it have Blitzbee for the purpose of this week.

I EVEN GAVE IT A TITLE

hehe

@blitzbee-week Day Five: Scars

title coming up soon vvv

Digits In Between The Wings

Characters: Blitzwing, Bumblebee, Astrotrain

Warning: Cybertronian cursing, mentions of throwing up, too much fluff and angst :)

story under the cut vvv

When Blitzwing used to be a seeker, he liked to polish himself. Not to the extent of Knockout, of course (no one obsessed over their polisher like Knockout), but enough to make his frame glimmer in the slightest bit. He had the perfect frame to show his glimmer off, but that wasn’t the main reason he polished himself. It wasn’t even about the polish at all! 

It was more about the machine he used.

The one he used, while it was a bit smaller than usual polishers, it used to fit perfectly in the space between his wings. It pressed against the joints of his wing bases in a way that wasn’t too much pressure to hurt or damage them, but enough to stimulate some pleasant feelings. 

Blitzwing used to attach his polisher to a long handle and just slip it between his wings once in a while, keeping it there for several minutes before moving on with his polishing. 

But when he was turned into a Triple Changer, that all changed. 

Blitzwing’s polisher had become too small to be nice between his wings, but it didn’t matter, since he wasn’t even comfortable using the polisher anymore. The idea of it gliding across his frame, one that had changed drastically for him, just made him a little bit sick in his tanks. Every time it glided over his scars, it made him wince in uncomfortableness, since his scars revealed his sensitive metal plates. Also, the experiment must have fragged something up between Blitzwing’s wings, because he felt as if something defective there was aching with everything he did, and touching it caused him lots of pain.

That didn’t mean Blitzwing didn’t at least try.

He tried many times, but he just couldn’t handle the feeling. And then after one wonky attempt, he broke his polisher into pieces in a fit of rage (or was it actually distress? He couldn’t really tell anymore).

After becoming a Triple Changer, his frame, which once had a slight glimmer, had become dull and matte. Blitzwing stopped taking care of his frame, sometimes to the point where Astrotrain had to force him to take care of himself for a while to prevent rust and cracked plates. Astrotrain might have been way taller than him, but he was also a bot who was very gentle with his movements (if he wanted to, most of the time he liked to be overly erratic). His fingers were nimble, originally to handle to spin his blasters and shoot out multiple rounds in quick succession, but also to handle the tools needed to keep a mech functioning. But no matter how much Astrotrain tried to take care of Blitzwing to make sure his unwillingness to do self care didn’t make him go offline, his frame glimmer was lost.

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“For Primus’s sake Blitzwing, you should take care of yourself more often!” Astrotrain yelled in exasperation as he pushed one of Blitzwing’s arm plates open to scrape off dried energon build up from a damaged energon line, “Be lucky that this energon line wasn't so major, or you would have been bleeding out for hours on end. And also be lucky that I saw the bleeding before it got any worse!”

Astrotrain finally scraped it off, started patching the energon line, then switched faces and chuckled. “Heh, but I know you're not going to listen to me. It's just typical of you to do whatever you want without any thoughts of the consequences! Typical Blitzwing! All cuckoo and carefree!” 

Astrotrain kept snickering as he closed Blitzwing’s arm plate and stood up, “I know for sure that no matter what I say, we’re going to be right back here again, fixing some new problem!” 

Blitzwing switched faces and fumed, “Oh shut your mouth, slagger!”

“Ok ok, I will, for now. But you cannot shut the fact that my words speak the truth.” Astrotrain turned to walk away, his footsteps thundering, “Oh and by the way, Megatron wants us in the meeting room in ten minutes. I suggest you hurry and don't damage any more of yourself on the way, you know how much Megatron wants his Decepticons in top condition!”

Blitzwing opened his mouth to yell at Astrotrain, but he stopped and closed his mouth again, switching faces and standing up. He looked at his arm, where Astrotrain had fixed his energon line. Astrotrain’s words echoed through his processor multiple times, no matter how annoying it got. Blitzwing wanted to just laugh it off, to think of it as a silly joke, but he couldn't. It wasn't a silly joke. It was the truth.

No matter how much Blitzwing wanted to deny it, it was the truth. The cold hard truth.

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Refueling wasn't a big problem for Blitzwing… sometimes. Sometimes he got himself enough to last a while, sometimes he had only enough to run on half a tank. It was quite hard to adjust to a frame that demanded more energon to function, but he made it work eventually (He didn’t). And then there was the purging that happened once in a while during the night… but he didnt like to talk about that.

But what was most annoying about his frame upgrade was the pain that came with it. Not even the idea of three faces annoyed him that much (even though the face switching did hurt at one point). His knees were constantly hurting, due to the weird build of his legs, and he kept breaking his knee braces by tearing them up and destroying them whenever he felt like it. For days on end, his tanks constantly felt sore, no matter if his tank was full or empty or whatever in between. And what was the worst thing was the dull ache in the joints of his wings, and the constant prickling pain down his back in between his wings.

He once wanted to paint over his scars, but every time he thought of it, he always got sidetracked to thinking about painting himself in many different colors wilder than any Decepticon had ever seen before. Despite that sounding like a cool idea, Blitzwing always countered those thoughts because he didn’t want to look stupid or get in trouble with Megatron. Instead, he decided to see how others reacted if someone else was painted in wild colors.

This led to him going to the seeker trine’s room with buckets of paint and painting all sorts of crazy things on them (originally he wanted to just paint Starscream, but seeing them in the seeker pile made him all too happy to paint all three of them). Blitzwing then waited till the next day to see what would happen… It was lots of humiliation and getting punished by Megatron pretty badly. This scared Blitzwing to his very spark, to the point where he felt guilty about it (but no way he would ever admit it was his fault).

Only Astrotrain knows what truly happened on that day.

At that point, Blitzwing had completely given up on trying to fix himself, trying to take care of himself, caring for a frame that he once cherished. No use in caring for a frame that had been warped beyond his own recognition and repair.

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“Blitzwing.” Astrotrain spoke, trying to get Blitzwing’s attention. 

No response.

“Blitzwing.” Astrotrain hissed, “You glitch, I know you can hear me,” He looked down at the ground, “Stop ignoring me please.”

Blitzwing eventually raised his head, “What is it.”

Astrotrain looked into Blitzwing’s optics, “There’s only one energon cube left for today.”

Blitzwing’s optic twitched, and he switched faces, “That’s what you bothered me for?!”

Astrotrain switched faces, “Oh EXCUSE me for trying to help my DEAR Amica! Oh what an aft am I!”

“Slag off!”

Astrotrain switched faces, “Do you want the fragging energon cube or not?”

Blitzwing switched faces, “You can have it.”

Astrotrain reached for the energon cube, then stopped.

“You refueled yourself at least more than halfway today, right?”

Blitzwing’s optic twitched, then he switched faces, “Ah yes! I had quite the feast today! Oh such a nice servo salad it was! Aha!”

Astrotrain grimaced for a slight moment before grabbing the cube, “the idea of you eating other Cybertronians still unnerves me heavily… but at least it’s better than nothing. ”

Blitzwing switched faces again and looked at the ground as Astrotrain chugged the energon cube. He felt bad for lying, but also not sorry for it at the same time. No matter whatever Astrotrain felt through the Amica bond.

Speaking of the Amica bond, Blitzwing rarely made use of the emotion sensing ability that the bond had. He had too much going on in his head to go poking around in Astrotrain’s emotions.

But this time, Blitzwing used the bond. He used the bond to try and poke into Astrotrain’s emotions, but gave up when he felt the mess of emotions in there. He didn’t care enough to go in there and try to see what is what.

He just didn’t care.

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But then he met Bumblebee. That little yellow Autobot who kind of slightly annoyed him to no end and was the love of his life at the same time. The one who treated every single one of Blitzwing’s faces with love and care, even when he was being a bit of a glitch.

Every time that they met up, Bumblebee would bring something to cheer Blitzwing up, whether it was a few cubes of energon, some cans of oil, a servo (Bumblebee never said where he got it from, to Blitzwing’s disappointment, since it was one of the best servos he ever had), or even his own polisher! 

But the best thing was how Bumblebee tried his best to handle Blitzwing’s pain. He couldn’t do anything about Blitzwing’s knee pain, other than at least try to tell Blitzwing to stop destroying his knee braces. Bumblebee would bring his hands over Blitzwing’s numerous scars, massaging them the best he could (he stopped if Blitzwing was in too much pain though). He would even move his fingers over the space between Blitzwing’s wings, putting his digits between the wings and massaging the wing base joints, soothing the discomfort in them.

It was the best thing Blitzwing had felt in centuries.

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Holding the energon cube in his hands, Blitzwing looked down at it with a solemn look on his face. Why did his love offer this to him? He gingerly cupped the cube, afraid to spill a drop and disappoint his little sweetspark. 

“Why aren't you drinking your energon Blitz? Worried that it’ll run away?” Bumblebee chugged his cube of energon and tilted his head at Blitzwing.

A sigh came out of Blitzwing’s mouth. He just couldn’t tell Bumblebee the truth… he couldn’t! 

“Why aren’t you drinking your energon, Blitzwing?” Bumblebee’s antennae drooped in sadness.

Oh god, the sight of Bumblebee being sad hurt Blitzwing to the deepest depths of his spark. He needed to find a way to mitigate the situation before it got worse!

The slight ache in his tanks gave him a great idea.

“Ach… I have a slight tank ache. I don't really feel like refueling right now…” Blitzwing spoke, hoping that everything would stop at that moment.

But when Bumblebee immediately turned his head around to look at him, he was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that Bumblebee would become so attentive to him.

“Alright buddy, lie down.” Bumblebee commanded Blitzwing, “I wanna try something”

Blitzwing was confused, but he laid down anyway. Luckily the ground was soft-ish, or else he would have been very uncomfortable. And so he waited for something to happen

He waited…

And he waited…

And he waited some more…

Until suddenly, he felt a weight on his tanks. Blitzwing immediately looked up and saw that Bumblebee had plopped himself on top of his tanks. He kept staring, even when Bumblebee looked up to meet his gaze. 

“Hey, you’re a big mech, I have to change how I do things here!” Bumblebee pouted.

Blitzwing watched Bumblebee, then switched faces and laughed, “Wow, you’re heavier than I thought!”

He received a slight kick to the tank.

“Not funny.” Bumblebee frowned.

Blitzwing winced, switched faces, and sighed, “Apologies.”

“Good. Now let me do this, and I promise that your tank aches and pains will alleviate soon!” Bumblebee positioned himself and reached out with his hand. 

The hand settled low on Blitzwing’s hips before going up and stopping just underneath his chassis. This was repeated 10 times. Then some semi circle motions across his abdomen, also repeated ten times. There then came some soft massages and kneading, which calmed Blitzwing down.

But when Bumblebee did the little vibrations with his hands, this surprised Blitzwing a little bit.

And then Bee was finished.

“Wow,” Blitzwing gasped, “That was… wow.”

Bumblebee smiled, “I get tank aches too, so Ratchet taught me this to alleviate the pain.”

“Could… you teach how to do that?” Blitzwing asked.

Bumblebee smirked mischievously, “Only if you drink the energon cube. You need it.”

Blitzwing sighed, then drank the cube. It actually felt nice…

It seemed that what Bumblebee did worked really really well.

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After a while, it seemed as if the treatment Blitzwing got by being Bumblebee’s sweetspark started affecting him in a good way. His frame felt so much more comfortable to him now, his aches between the wings had stopped, his scars were less sensitive, and he purged much less. Face switching was less of a chore to him now, more being more flowy instead of jerky and sudden. He even used what Bumblebee taught him to alleviate tank ache.

Astrotrain, as observant as he was, was bound to notice something.

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“Damn Blitzwing, youve having more energon right now than ive seen you have in an entire week!” Astrotrain laughed, slapping Blitzwing on the back.

Blitzwing’s wings twitched from the slap, his face switched, and he scowled. Finishing his energon cube, he turned towards Astrotrain.

“So I guess Swindle sold you some good sense or something?”

“No you dumbaft, Swindle hasn’t even been here in a while. And any transactions I do or will do will be face to face with him, cause I don’t trust him entirely.”

“Ah, ah.” Astrotrain smirked as he kneeled down, “Then tell me what’s gotten you to act so different? It’s definitely not from you following my advice, that’s for sure.” Another laugh from Astrotrain ensued.

Blitzwing fumed for a bit, then switched faces, “it’s… the little Autobot.”

Astrotrain paused for a moment, then switched faces, “What did the Autobot do.”

Blitzwing reminded himself that Astrotrain was not entirely trusting of Bumblebee, so he had to choose his words carefully if he didn’t want to accidentally screw everything up.

“He… gives me energon every time we meet…” Blitzwing switched faces “He treats me like a queen! His beautiful big queen!” 

Astrotrain froze, not expecting to hear that. Switching faces, he brought himself closer to Blitzwing, eyeing him curiously.

“So you’re saying that this… tiny little Autobot… has been helping you with your problems?”

Blitzwing nodded vigorously.

Astrotrain suddenly switched faces, “Well FINALLY! Finally someone got some sense into your processor!” Laughing, he patted Blitzwing on the shoulder, “And, please keep this up. It’s healthier for you, and there’ll be more for your little Autobot to love!”

Blitzwing switched faces, blushing in embarrassment, but nodded anyway.

After a while of snickering, Astrotrain switched faces, “But I must not get sidetracked, since there is something I have to say: Megatron has commanded that we go do an energon raid in about three hours. We actually have to be out of the base in one and a half hours,” Astrotrain said with a bit of bitterness in his voice, before softening his tone, “So have another cube and we can go, okay?”

Blitzwing nodded his head and drank his energon cube, “Alright.”

____

Even though he knew that his scars would never heal, Blitzwing knew that Bumblebee would be there for him, no matter what.

And that was more than enough for him.

[sm0lcatfish]

FNAF THE MUSICAL THEORY (THAT PROBABLY CHANGES SOME THINGS)

so, obviously first nights gave us the context behind why springtrap was kind of.. well, rabid in five nights. springtrap fucked him up.. assumedly by digging into his mainframe/code/something like that

and then when he was done, whenever springtrap went to lunge at somebody or was just in a fit of rage, his eyes flashed a similar green to what glitchtrap first used on him.

THEORY CONTINUES BELOW — SUPERCUT SPOILERS

a smaller detail is that when glitchtrap finishes changing springtrap, he just lets go.. but whatever he used to seemingly ‘charge up’ springy with this corruption had enough energy/power to launch him across the room.

with that small detail out of the way (not majorly important but it will come back, trust me), i’d like to talk about another character who actually shares some traits with springtrap..

the only other character who has eyes that suddenly flash green..

is baby.

fuck, when she sings/monologues about how anger was ‘the one thing’ she retained, what happens??

HER EYES FLASH GREEN.

WHO ELSE ONLY HAS ANGER RETAINED WITH GREEN FLASHING EYES? SPRINGTRAP AFTER GLITCHTRAP GOT THROUGH WITH HIM

and a smaller point, baby explains to them the concept of supercharging.. something that powers up the main four animatronics and gives them the ability to stay awake past six am..

and what happens to bonnie when he gets a little bit too jolted?

launched across the room, just. like. springtrap.

so what glitchtrap did was probably his own flavor of ‘supercharging’.. and a very clear reason as to why baby knows how to do it to the main four animatronics, alongside her eyes.. is that she was supercharged by him, just like springtrap was.

of course she wouldn’t listen to them when they tried to convince her to not kill lizzy.

a human wouldn’t have been able to fix her. animatronics don’t regenerate. but glitchtrap, according to himself, has a “knack for preforming miracles.”

why would baby be happy if lizzy killed the ai that (possibly) saved her life previously?

anyways more importantly if baby knows glitchtrap there’s the possibly she knows vanny too in this essay i will-

[msfcatlover]

Nightwing!Damian would still be of the Corruption, though he has so many healthy relationships in his life that its influence on him is slipping. His swarm is smaller now than it’s ever been. His power fades day by day. He might even manage to be human again someday (he doesn’t know how he feels about that, when his swarm are so beloved & his monster side has always been a source of pride for Damian.)

Tim was always going to be of the Eye, being Oracle only doubles down on it.

Cass in the TMA AU is basically Agnes Montague, but for the Stranger. That wouldn’t change either.

Steph was only just starting out when Damian took her under his wing. She never fully got caught in the spiraling fixation on destroying her father by any means necessary, she couldn’t pursue one goal to the exclusion of all others, and as the first fully human (non-Alfred) member of the team, everyone would be doing their best to protect that humanity, monitoring her for any sign of supernatural influence and guiding her away before it could get its hooks in her (they are still Bruce’s children, after all.) Until she came out of the dirt, unsheltered & unprotected, already marked so many times over, with fear & rage boiling in her blood. Until Talia gave Steph her mind back, gave Steph a purpose again, and the rage boiled over plasmatic hate. Until Steph laughed like a roaring maelstrom, sparks crackling in her wild hair, something bordering on madness in her eyes, and Talia thought: Oh. I have made a mistake. (The storm would be leashed, eventually. Steph does have self control, she has goals to achieve, plans to make, and power alone could not do that. But in that moment, when Steph realized her killer was still killing people despite everything that had happened, in her pain & fury, she gave in. She stepped backwards off that invisible ledge and plunged headfirst into what she knew she was Becoming. She embraced it, wholeheartedly. In that moment, it almost wasn’t Stephanie Brown in that garden, but the Cataclysm itself inside her skin. Almost.)

Duke… I’m still struggling to think of a good match for, but honestly in this AU… His ability to connect, to make people listen to him, his desire to step up & save the city himself if he has to, and the fact Duke is the eldest/first batkid in this AU (giving him & Bruce even more in common when Batman had only ever fought alone) all make me want to say Web. BUT with his powers, his ability to lead a crowd, the sheer scale of his potential, I also want to say Vast? What little I know of Gnomon also says Vast, ALTHOUGH…. …we could play off their shadow control, invert Duke’s light powers for this AU, and say Dark. Which would make Duke borderline antithetical to Web!Bruce, but hey, maybe Web!Bruce wants to prove to himself just how much choice he still has—that the Web can make him as uncomfortable as it likes, but he’s still going to take care of a child in need. (Assuming he is going against the Web’s wishes, of course, and it isn’t reverse psychologying him…) (My gut says Web!Duke, though. The more I think about it, the more I like Web!Duke conceptually… but I am worried that it doesn’t fit him. That Duke’s all-or-nothing “if no one else is going to, I’ll do it myself” attitude & raw charisma is not close enough to the Web’s need for control. I don’t like it when people just assign characters an Entity for the Aesthetic(TM) or for shallow, surface-level reasons—it has to resonate with their own personal failings, or else what’s even the point?)

Jason was human when he joined the family, and they’d want to keep him that way… but I think by the time he gets back from the Red Robin arc, Jason would’ve been claimed by the Hunt.

Dick gets scooped up by the family almost immediately in this AU, and Cass does her best to temper in his early-days bloodlust. With Cass as his Batman, I think Dick would be tempted by the Vast, but ultimately chase after her by embracing his own Otherness. (Or Dick was already a Stranger when his parents fell. But honestly, I like the arc of Dick learning to love himself & following in his mentor’s footsteps so much more than making him a Stranger because Circus.)

[era-the-witchy-birdkid]

DP X DC Prompt/Idea

Long time writer for the DC fandom (mostly Batman specifically Tim Drake joins the batfam early AUs and Titans Tower AU) on Archive, Danny Fenton also known as Astroboy2025, decides three days after his ‘Accident’ to create a Jason wakes up a Halfa in his coffin fic. He only does this to help himself process his emotions after well lets be honest his death and revival. And later once the ghost attacks pick up and he picks up the mantle of a hero as a way to covertly get advice/figure out on how to fight ghosts better by transplanting all his ghosts into Gotham for Fic!Jason to fight.

Danny wasn’t expecting much to come from this, he wasn’t expecting the fic to blow up in popularity for ‘creative storylines’ and ‘unique original villains with a ghostly flare to go against the ghostly Robin now named Phantom’ it was just a vent fic with a bit of wishful thinking on his part with Ghost!Jason and Bruce's relationship being so close (He ends up writing Jason getting hugs and affirmations that Bruce still loves despite all the ghost stuff that happening now whenever his Parents go on a tirade about how all ghosts are evil and need to be ripped apart molecule by molecule)

He definitely wasn't expecting his fans to find out about the real Phantom and figure out his identity from there. (Blame Penelope Spectra she had a history unlike the others in his rogues gallery with a bloody trail across America of sharply increase Suicide rates in more isolated smaller cites/large towns that was being tracked by Redditers that had hard stopped in Amity park just a few days before he dropped the chapter of Jason facing her himself)

While the Amity Park tourism to see a IRL Hero in action, and the Anti-Ecto acts Riots, as they would later be called, made by DC fans throwing a fit about the threat to the world’s first superhero were the lesser consequence in the grand scheme of things. Finding his fan Discord was a trip and a half especially since Tucker had to hack into it into the first place because his fans we're extremely protective of his secret ID and reinforced the server a crapton to be stronger then most banks.

While Sam was insisting on this being a horrible Idea and he should try to dissuade his thousands of fans from the truth of his Identy. Danny was just chill with it after the brief panic. And the Fan Discord was super helpful for getting Advce with! while the jokes that he was Batman Adoption bait was annoying the group was amazing for ideas on how to train his powers and advice on how to better fight ghosts. the Discord even make a Power list for him so he wouldn’t forget a power because he wasn’t training it. plus the comfort they gave after Circus Gothica was A+ even with the jokes about how the Batfam curse of clown trauma, despite matching the look as a human batman isn’t real so as much as his fans joke about him being the prefect Bat bait that will not happen.

To bad after a particularly nasty ghost hate rant in front of him in ghost form while being shot at by his parents that before the server would spawn 3 chapters of Family fluff in his fic, was whatched angrily by a fan who in a fit of annoyed rage said these words. “I really wish batman WAS real, then maybe you could be safe in your home for once”

unfortunately Desiree was out and about and heard the wish granted she had no idea who Batman was so went to read the DC comics after that. Good news the DC universe is so messed up as is that Desiree decided no twisting was necessary she’d just to bring everything to life. Bad news all the supervillains now exist along side the now existing superheros and Desiree is now Kaiju sized and now way to powerful for Danny to deal with alone... 

At least the now real Batfam are taking their sudden existence well? and are willing to help Danny stop the Mad Genie dispite the risk that they would pop into nonexistence (with the entire city of Gotham and the other cities, villains, and heroes made real by Desiree’s power) if she’s stopped

[yearningaces]

Meet my boy Hallow, the megalodon mershark who is so enamored by you, his ever handsome medic

It was once a human civilization, the elders had said. But as you swam through the old stones that built the colosseum at the top of the trench, you wondered how the two legged could have built something like this if they would have to leave when the waters came.

Your tail flicked down, stopping your movements through the stone archways. A few brightly colored fish passed by before hiding in the kelp grass among the sandy sea floor to your right. It was a fascinating theory the elders had, but they've been wrong before. Even in ways no one ever speaks of.

Such as the means for this place.

"There you are, hurry up. There's work to be done and the elders don't like dilly-dallying." Fetcher swam closer to you from his post. The merfolk's eel tail twitched slightly.

You huffed but swam along, passing the same guard who says the same thing every single day. A few turns down certain corridors in the stone construct and you could smell the metallic scent of blood in the water. Hearing the cheers of so many merfolk raging for blood.

Eat or be eaten, was the colosseum motto. The strongest predators were sent in if they'd committed heinous enough crimes against the elders council. Only the last remaining alive could leave a free mer. Unless they were one to draw a crowd and were framed again and again to be brought back. Sometimes the smallest guppies would even be here... Those were nightmarish rounds to even hear.

As you continued swimming slowly along, you passed by rows of gaps in the stone, triangle in shape that gave you the perfect view of the arena just beyond the stone wall. And it was carnage.

Today it was two orca mers, stout and imposing against an even larger whale mer. And the whale was winning. You ignored the horrific sound of one of the orcas tail being torn off and used to beat the other one's head as you swam along the familiar route.

Eventually you stopped outside of a hatch in the floor made of metal. One of the many guards glanced at you before opening the hatch for you to swim through. Just small enough to fit.

It was closed and locked behind you as you continued down into the dark cell, a familiar massive figure coming into view.

As soon as the guard voices faded, you were close enough to be unnoticed by the rest of the oceans, and at that moment, the massive taloned and webbed hand reached up, pressing against you from behind and gingerly pushing you down further into the colder water, and right into Hallow's embrace.

You relaxed in the megalodon's hold, sighing happily to be here with him again. "We really should see about me being able to visit when it's not before or after your battles." The remark is sincere and you return to the familiar actions of observing what you can of the massive creature made for the shadows. He has a few nicks and tears but nothing much, given the nature of what sort of battles he has no choice but to endure, it's not surprising how viciously adapted he is.

Hallow's voice is a rumble, one you have to focus to understand. His kind are ancient after all, and the few megalodon's left speak in such an old tongue it's difficult to comprehend some times. "Yet a victory ensures our meeting once more. I'd do so for a millennium more to see you return to me again."

His large hands curl around you as best they can given the size difference. Hallow's movements are always gentle with you, even now as he brings you just a bit closer until you're held against him.

"I'd return regardless." The remark is an earnest one, but you have a task at hand, reaching into your satchel and drawing out a few different items. You reach your smaller hand up to the large one holding you in place and wiggle in Hallow's grasp until you're at an angle you can reach the back of his wrist where a deeper tear is. Your steadfast hyperfocus on the task is clear as your hands move with caution and care, cleaning and wrapping the wound in a gentle fabric.

Throughout all of this Hallow's gaze remains on you and you alone. Watching silently as you tend to his wounds with such care, it used to make his heart race, but now he slows, content and most comfortable under your care and attention.

You'd been his charge for many seasons now, originally hardly speaking to him but tending to his wounds after battle, as he was one of the few competitors who the elder council wanted to keep alive to fight again. Eventually you finally spoke, and it only grew from there.

Hallow doesn't quite know what he can refer to you as, but he so dearly adores you. If he weren't confined to this Poseidon forsaken place, he'd be able to court you, earn your attention and affection, prove he's worth your time and care.

But he's stuck here, a prisoner with no crime, and a life of carnage and desolation ahead of him. And you return to help him heal, both his physical wounds and his emotional ones. You let him hold you close, let him nap with you in his grasp, speak so very gently to and with him and he adores you so much for it. Hallow would tear this entire place to ruin if he could, would so carefully guide you into the trench the colosseum sits atop of, where he could hide you away in the cold dark waters where only creatures like him exist. And you would both be safe.

But for now, he'll keep watching you with an endearing expression as your small hands work so carefully to ensure he's not hurting, even if you don't know how you never could hurt him, not in a way he'd mind at least.

And he'll be good, because it means you'll return. He'll tear another fellow mer into a spineless and tailless mush of viscera because he'll be here for your next return.

And for now, it's enough.

[writer1]

Secrets Revealed

Chapter 1

Summary: Rafael seems like a normal human to everyone, humans and Cybertronian alike. But he’s not at all, he’s a sparkling born human, living in an old factory with his mother, Navi Pax. But what happens when his secret is found out? How will Team Prime handle it? And how will Ratchet react finding out he’s a father? Only time will tell.

At the Dawn of time, there were 3 gods. Primus, Unicron and Optima. Primus and Unicron were brothers, forged by the same, yet unknown, creator. Optima came after from a far off world, known for its peace and beauty.

Not long after the three crosses paths, Optima and Primus fell in love, and gave birth to three children. Adaminx, Everia, and Lillium. These children, were very different from their creators. They had no ability to transform, none of the metal that makes up Primus’ and Optima’s bodies… as they were organics, born much smaller and more vulnerable than any before known species has ever been. Most would have been disgusted, yet Optima and Primus loved them with all their spark, and the galaxy was happy, they were happy.

But Unicron grew jealous of their union. How dare his brother steal the one his spark yearned for. He watched as the two had not one child, but two and then a third, and he grew more and more resentful, until his Rage caused him to do something truly horrendous.

Unicron, in a fit of horrendous anger, stabbed Optima, and killed two of the children.

Adaminx, heartbroken by the loss of his siblings, called his father. But when Primus found them… he was too late. Optima lay dying, and in her dying breath she whispered to Primus her last will, before in a glow of light, she became a planet for her last child to live on.

Primus, broken by the loss of so much, made a choice that was not his to make. He took Adaminx’s memories, and gave him a wife so that their children could live on. And then he left, to take care of his brother. He knew that he would return for his last son, so he made sure the planet was well hidden.

The war against Unicron did not last long, as Primus used all of his power to make sure his brother could not hurt anyone, ever again.

When he was done, Primus became his own planet. He created the original 13 primes, and gave them the matrix of leadership. Only the 13 primes would know of Optima’s sacrifice, and the planet she became. And they would watch over Earth when they could.

But, Primus himself made a decision, that would keep the two worlds connected always. Once every several cycles, an organic child would be born. And they would be cherished by the Cybertronian parents they came to, for the child in question was chosen by Primus to bridge their worlds, and maybe someday…. All would be one.

xxx

Raf hums softly as he hops out of Bumblebee at his house. “Thanks for the ride home, Bee. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Bumblebee beeps happily at Raf, telling him he’ll be back tomorrow before heading off.

Once Bumblebee is out of sight, Raf sighs and starts heading to his real home. It’s not too far thankfully, on the very outskirts of Jasper. He feels bad that he can’t tell Bumblebee the truth but… he couldn’t understand.

Raf enters the factory and smiles as he heads to his bed, not far from it a jet is resting. “Hey Mama, I’m home.”

The jet starts transforming, showing a blue and grey Femme with purple eyes. She gives a smile. “My sparkling, how was your day?” She asks as she gently picks him up in her hands.

Raf shines and curls close. “It was good, Mama. I had fun with my friends after school as usual, it was good, how was your day?”

“Mine was good, I found some dark energon. Not much but enough.” Navi hums softly. “Now get your homework done and then I thought we could have Mac and cheese tonight.” She grins.

“Yess!” Raf runs off to do the little bit that’s left of his homework, leaving Navi on her own. She sighs softly, looking at her low levels of energon, why does she have to be a rare Cybertronian and only can eat dark energon.

She goes to sit down, thinking softly of what she can do. She only has enough energon to last a week, possibly two with heavy rationing. They’re so screwed.

Navi looks over at Rafael who’s sitting at the table, and smiles. She’ll survive, she has to for her sparkling. Her amazing sparkling.

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 28: The Boss

A mug flew across the room and shattered against the wall, leaving a mark upon impact and sending scalding hot coffee all into the carpet.

“How did this happen?!” The Boss roared.

The large screen on the wall displayed a news story about a catastrophic car accident and an old car that had gone flying into the canal. When officers and firefighters arrived in the early hours of the morning, there was nobody in the car. On the same street, another car had smashed into a median, killing both the driver and the passenger inside.

“They should not have been able to escape! They were blocked in!” He bellowed, gesturing furiously at the screen.

The room of employees stayed quiet, faces downcast and hands fiddling with keyboards and mice to appear busy. Nobody had an answer for him.

“What kind of morons do I have working here?! Twice in one night you lost the targets! You had one of them in a goddamn trap for crying out loud! And now we’re under the public eye! Did I not tell you to keep this quiet?! Now the damn world is watching!” 

A chair was thrown across the room in a fit of rage.

One employee wore a back brace and sported a broken wrist. His colleague was in critical condition for a cracked skull. He muttered something under his breath.

“What did you say?” The Boss marched up and snatched the injured employee by the front of his suit. He yanked him closer until they were nose to nose, ignoring when the other winced in pain from his healing back.

“I… I said that I didn’t sign up for this,” he stuttered quietly. He had to stand on the tips of his shoes just to reach the bigger man’s face. “I didn’t come here to have my back broken and for what? Scraps?” His voice gained a bit more courage as he spoke. “If I’m going through this shit, I want to be paid decent money.”

The Boss paused. “Like I already told you…” He spoke in an eerily calm voice. “We don’t have the necessary funds to pay everyone right now… If we don’t get these targets, we go bankrupt… Is that what you want?!” He roared. 

“A group of time bending humans fall right in our laps overnight! Strong, intelligent, resilient human beings! And we have the chance to get ahold of them before anybody else in the entire world! We have the chance to figure out what the future is made of and get ahead of the game! We could build the future before anyone else! What the hell do you think we do this for?!”

When the employee was dropped, his back gave out and he crumbled the rest of the way to the floor.

“If we lose those targets, we lose millions! They are the key to the future!” The Boss grabbed a computer off the desk and approached the injured employee, raising the computer over his head as if to slam it down on him.

“If we lose them, we lose the future!”

“Sir!”

He froze, computer in the air, and turned to the source of the voice. A smaller businesswoman stood over her computer. “We got something!”

He shot the frightened worker one last dark scowl before glancing around the room. Every employee took this as their cue and quickly went back to work, not wanting to be the next one sent to the medical ward or have a computer smashed down on their head.

The Boss adjusted his tie and dusted himself off as he made his way to the businesswoman.

He leaned in and squinted to the dot she pointed to on the radar. “We have another chance. Something’s just entered the city…”

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The car just crossed over the county line and into the city. It was a tight fit getting everyone in the family car, but they managed. 

They still had this car in the future. It was old but very well kept. Bud and Lucille still went for drives every Sunday afternoon, so the last thing Franny wanted to do was damage it. 

After Lewis and Franny left, it was a mad rush to follow them and track down Carl.

“Looks like I am officially no longer the only Robinson to steal a vehicle,” Wilbur grinned.

“Oh, honey, you never were,” Franny teased and tapped on the breaks, causing Wilbur to lightly bump into the seat in front of him.

“Y’all are cute,” Petunia chimed in from the front seat.

They followed the pizza car for a few minutes, but at some point they fell behind. “Shoot…” Franny muttered to herself. “Anyone see them?”

Wilbur shook his head. The buildings here all looked the same! How could anyone find their way around if they couldn’t see where they were going from above? He didn’t get it. God, this place was depressing.

“Wait, didn’t Franny say something about a school?” Fritz asked. Adult Franny’s face lit up. “That’s right! Lewis and I went to the same school! Hang on!”

She sped up and began to weave around traffic.

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The woman’s pointer finger followed the blip. “It’s speeding up…”

The Boss stood up abruptly. “Well what are we waiting for? We need men dispatched there now! Follow it!”

The woman contacted agents while the Boss continued to follow the blip. It took a sharp turn and began to cut down another road. How fast was this thing going?

“It’s approaching the baseball field!”

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“Do you think we should slow down a bit?” Fritz asked over the car’s engine.

“We’re almost there!” Franny’s focus didn’t break.

They pulled around the corner just as Lewis and Franny ran into the building. 

“STOP!” Art suddenly cried out. Franny’s stiletto slammed down on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.

The group stared wide-eyed out the front window.

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“I need visuals! Contact security footage on that street! Send it to the big screen!”

The moment the security footage was displayed, gasps and hushed whispers of disbelief were heard around the room.

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“Holy shit…” Wilbur muttered.

The Robinsons watched in horror as Tiny stepped foot on the school baseball field.

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Check out the chapter on my Archive!

[blairsanne]

Do you have a scene you really liked but weren't able to fit it in a fic? Would you care to share? Do you have a most recent favorite line or scene? What is it?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Thanks for the ask!

I don't keep a lot of full written scenes that are cut content... usually they get edited and the original is lost.

Most of the cut content I do have is actually for a project I've yet to publish anywhere and would be spoilery for the final story so I can't share it.

That said, I had originally planned to end Lofn in chapter 4, so I have an unfinished version of that chapter from before it was completely replaced with the much longer story that has unfolded so far (and that currently has many half-finished chapters unpublished).

You stepped toward the JPR building a bundle of nerves. You’d sat in the parking lot for five minutes talking yourself into and out of actually going inside until finally settling on doing it after all. You were still pretty sure that this was going to make you seem clingy and weird to Bragi, but not reaching out to him properly was driving you mental. One of the main reasons you’d settled on moving to Auckland was for the opportunity to find him, and now that you had, it seemed like a waste not to at least introduce yourself properly. Oh my god, I am such a fucking stalker.

After he’d comforted you last time, you’d decided a lot of things; to quit your job, to ask his name - but he hadn’t summoned you since then, and you were starting to think he never would. The longer you left it, the weirder it was for you to show up, right? At least that’s what you told yourself as you pushed open the door.

The lobby looked smaller in the daylight, you thought, glancing at the fridge you’d fetched him a beer from before a blonde stood from her desk on your right. “Can I help you?” Dawn asked, smiling at you. “Hi.” You took a deep breath. “I was… hoping to speak with the owner here?” “Anders? Oh, I’m sorry, he’s out running errands at the moment. Can I ask what it’s about?”

You could read a sort of pity in her face, and you realized that it probably looked exactly like what it was; a fling of his trying to get hold of him at work because they couldn’t otherwise.

“Or I could take your contact info, have him ring you back?” she offered. You nodded. “Sure.” You gave your name and phone number, watching as she carefully wrote it on a message pad. “He won’t know who I am from that,” you hedged. “But if you tell him I’m from Lofn, he should know what it’s about.” She raised a brow, but nodded slowly. “Alright. And how do you spell that?” --- Anders marched into JPR with every intention of shutting himself in his office to rage-work through his frustration with his kin until he could punch out and find a blonde girl to use up the rest of his energy. Instead, he nearly bowled you over before looking up. Dawn “Anders this is-”

“Lofn.” The name fell as a surprised murmur from his lips as Anders came to an abrupt stop, already in spitting distance. Upon the sight of you, his entire system seemed to stall, the chaotic, angry energy from his frustration that morning dissipating completely.

You turned with a hopeful smile. “I don’t think we were ever properly introduced.” You stated your real name and extended your hand. Anders let out a small snort, smiling as he shook your hand. He’d forgotten your name wasn’t actually Lofn. “Anders Johnson.”

It was odd, really, to be introduced suddenly to someone who had been a secret comfort, a secret lover nearly a dozen times. Hadn’t he already complained to you at length about his unappreciative kin? Hadn’t he already memorized your body and come undone inside you over and over, only to have you suddenly disappear? How many nights had he thought about you, wondering if you were just a figment of his overworked mind? Now here you were, in his office in broad daylight and interacting with Dawn.

“Are you here for me?” he asked, his deeper meaning understood by you and not his employee. He’d certainly had a shit day so far, so it seemed plausible. “Yes and no. I was in Auckland, so I was hoping to find you here, but I know you might be busy.”

You had come to find him? Then it wasn’t that he’d somehow summoned you to him. Still, he could use the distraction. Anders turned to Dawn. “Do we have any appointments this afternoon?”

Dawn’s brow was ever so slightly raised as she’d been watching the interaction between the two of you. Anders did seem to know who you were, if not your name. Knowing how he was, she was suddenly concerned that he might leave the office with you and not return.

“We have a meeting with the florists in an hour.” “Alright.” He nodded and turned his attention back to you, gesturing to his office behind you. “We have a bit of time. Let’s go over what you need.”

Dawn picked up a notebook from her desk. “Shall I come take notes?” Anders didn’t look back at her as he led you toward his office. “I’ve got it covered, Dawn. But if you could prepare some bullet points for our next meeting?” He shut the door before she could reply, locking it with a flick of a latch.

You stood awkwardly just inside his office. “It’s really okay if you’re busy with work, I just-” “You didn’t come to comfort me?” His hands naturally found your waist, gaze searching your face and flitting between your mouth and eyes. “Do… you need comforting?” You certainly wouldn’t deny him if he did.

Concern etched your features as he appreciated your subtle makeup and the simple, elegant dress you were wearing. He was trying to decide if he liked you better dressed up or in your pajamas when he realized you’d asked him a question. “It’s been quite a day,” he admitted. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you said honestly, your hand reaching up to caress the side of his handsome face instinctively.

He closed his eyes and let your soothing aura wash over him even more, the adrenaline that had propelled him into the building now a distant memory. 

“As fun as randomly teleporting to you without warning has been, I thought… Maybe if you wanted to see me when you’re not in crisis…” you trailed off and shrugged, unable to look at him. This was definitely stupid of you. “Lofn on speed dial.” Anders smirked, passing you his phone. “Keen.”

[kariachi]

Hey, who wants some actual fic for Annelie's Settling during Showdown?

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The first thing he’s aware of as he falls is the painful ping of Annelie’s distance. They’ve been through their share of difficulties, bond stretched in a way that will never be fixed no matter how much they mend their relationship, but even that has its limit and he feels more than sees her dart from where she'd hit the bench, leaping out of the ship after him. He splays out as best he can, trying to slow his descent enough for her to catch up, a growing spot of grey above him. A million emotions shoot between them at once, anger, hurt, terror, the knowledge they’re too far apart, even the threat of death by severing more painful than the incoming death by impact, too much so for him to focus enough to change shape.

The gap closes, just barely enough for him to twist, reach out

His fingers graze her leg

She goes from short fur and striped greys to longer, red-toned locks

Scrambles for his sleeve

He yanks her into his arms

There’s air again

It’s not the wind watering their eyes

Just barely, through the ache and relief, they’re aware of a flash of green (oh yeah, Ben and Cassie were falling too-) and brace themselves for something resembling rescue. It comes in the form of a crash landing on WayBig’s back, Kevin latching on as soon as they realize they’re still falling. Even as relief floods them, the To’kustar will take hitting the ground far better than they would have, Annelie clings to his shirt in a mirror of the tight grip of his arm around her.

Her anger and hurt are bigger than a tiger.

She’s smaller than a fossa.

There’s no commentary when they hit the ground. Kevin climbs up onto WayBig’s shoulder one-handed, aching from a landing not even a fraction as rough as they would have had, can’t quite bring himself to absorb the metal of his armor, even though they both know it’s the smart thing to do. But that would put even an ounce more between himself and his daemon, and in that moment… Annelie assures Cassie they’re fine, Waybig helps them to the ground and asks they help the military with their defense. They halfheartedly promise.

He strokes her fur as they watch the other pair leave, long strides carrying them faster and further than they could ever manage. It’s only heartbeats before they can be sure of privacy, can turn their eyes to each other. She’s some sort of mongoose, they’ve been every feliform enough times to know instantly, with small ears, a pointed snout, and a black tip on the end of her long tail.

“Annie,” he says, running fingers over her head.

“Kev.”

Neither has to say it. Not when the betrayal of being shoved into freefall is so fresh. Not when Annelie, always with the higher standards, is puffed up and radiating the pain and rage he’s trying so hard not to feel. When she’s small enough to fit comfortably in his arms despite it. Instead, she reaches up to nuzzle his chin as Kevin smiles.

“You’re awesome.”

“We already knew that,” she chuckles, presses her head against his chest. They stand like that, Kevin’s head ducked over her, her pressed tight against him, the slightest tremble to the pair, for long, long minutes. There’s an emergency going on, a job they need to do, but in the moment that doesn’t matter. All there is is them, whole together, alive despite the near miss, and finally Settled. They won’t make that much of a difference that the world can’t wait.

Eventually, they pull back enough to look each other in the eye again. Release a breath in unison.

“We should probably go help, huh,” Kevin asks.

“Probably. Be just our luck to end up the only ones who can do something,” Annelie answered, climbing up onto his shoulders. He gave her another stroke, relishing the feel of her fur and the way she leaned into his hand, as he turned them towards the city. “Warning you now though, if Llyr comes near me again I’m taking off wings.”

For once in all of their relationships, he can’t bring himself to talk her down.

[king-of-wrath]

Helluva Boss Season 2 Ep 8 Summary

Spoilers below

Stolas and Blitzo are preparing for their next date, which are scheduled every full moon (hence the title). Stolas is panicking because Blitzo might accept the Asmodean crystal and leave him entirely

Blitzo hasn't seen Stolas for months because Stolas told him he didn't need to visit if he didn't want to

Loona sees this as a "red flag", claiming Stolas was "getting bored with [Blitzo]" and "wanted a way out"

Moxxie encourages Blitzo to "fuck [Stolas] good" because IMP's business is booming and losing access to Earth would ruin them

Blitzo realizes that he's used every sex toy he has and in thinking Stolas is getting bored, decides to find new ones

Meanwhile, the Cherubs are living on the street, picking people's pockets so they can eat. Collin worries if their stealing is "sinful", but the others assure him it's to "help" souls reach Heaven---which they assume will get them back into Heaven

None of the Cherubs seem to know what gets souls into Heaven, believing that things such as stopping a runaway baby carriage "surely would" get someone into Heaven

DHORKS captures the Cherubs, mistaking them for "hellspawn" working for IMP

Cleetus and Keenie lie, claiming to be Exorcists seeking to smite the demons

DHORKS accepts their help, showcasing their new facilities after the government quadrupled their funding and gave them access to the latest military technology (as a result on IMP's destruction of what DHORKS calls "Compound X")

DHORKS has an extra-dimensional portal generator so that they can enter Hell and destroy "the demonic threat", but it can only open a portals two feet wide (only large enough for children to enter)

Believing the Cherubs' claims, DHORKS gives them suits of weaponized armor and sends them through the portal

During Blitzo's shopping spree in Lust, the Cherubs follow him---up to and including going inside a BDSM outfit store---and pretend to be fellow demons to avoid suspicion

The Cherubs assume demons torture people, mistaking the various toys and set-ups for torture devices

Blitzo meets with Fizzarolli, who offers him Ozzie's latest and greatest toys in order to help

Fizzarolli shows Blitzo the "Dragon-driller 5000" giant vibrating dildo, which Blitzo says fits Stolas' taste. Stolas size queen confirmed (as if we didn't know already)

The Cherubs again assume the ridiculously large toy is meant to torture some poor human and try to attack Blitzo

The rest of IMP was following Cherub the whole time because they were following Blitzo to ensure "he doesn't fuck up and lose our meal ticket". Blitzo was oblivious to the entire fight

When Blitzo finally arrives at Stolas' mansion, Stolas takes back the grimoire but gives him the Asmodean crystal

Stolas explains that the crystal is registered under Blitzo's name and that technically, he would be under Ozzie's jurisdiction

Stolas mentions "demon law", but doesn't elaborate beyond Blitzo being able to now legally go to Earth

After Stolas explains that Blitzo doesn't have to keep visiting him and that he only wants Blitzo to stay if he wants to, Blitzo assumes it is "roleplay" and acts dramatically

Stolas turns to leave, assuming that Blitzo only thinks in terms of sex and holds no feelings for him

Blitzo rages that Stolas "sprung this feelings bullshit on him", accusing Stolas of being a "pompous rich asshole... treating him like a little butler imp" and a "royal fuck who plays with our feelings because we're smaller and not as important"

Stolas assumes Blitzo thinks very little of him and says goodbye, sending Blitzo outside with a portal

[brothersonahotelbed]

sleepover ask game!! tell me abt ur day and an unpopular opinion <3

hi dominic!!!

my day was really fun actually :D it was my little brother's birthday so he, my dad, and i were out almost the whole day. we went to build-a-bear and my brother & i got matching frog plushies and then we went to this mall i i haven't been to in the loooooongest time which was so fun. it has this 2-storey carousel on the second floor that was my favorite thing in the whole world as a kid, and i rode on it again today for the first time in. god maaybe 5 or 6 years? it was sooo much fun for me but it was also really cool to see my little brother enjoy it too :] and then we got dinner and i ate eggs benedict for the first time ever and then had ice cream cake at home <3 and my brother loved the gift i gave him (my old mp3 player with a shit ton of songs on it) and so i sort felt like the best sibling in the world. so yeah really good day :)

an unpopular opinion! i don't think this is considered an unpopular opinion on tumblr/the internet tbh but in real life i've met next to no one who agrees with me so. ummmmmmmm i fucking detest the "boyfriend fit" style of clothing that's become popular these days esPECIALLY in plus-size clothing companies. i think it's really fucking stupid & boring & lame & most of all cuntless that we've created a style of clothing that mimic this phenomenon of girls wearing their boyfriend's clothes that are supposedly "oversized" and make her looked smaller and all cute. aside from the outright rage i feel toward this concept (the stereotypical girls are smaller so their boyfriend's clothes will look oversized and baggy and "masculine" (NOT AT ALL)) it just really pisses me off because clothing companies now are replacing perfectly good and fine styles (more specifically styles that i, as a fat person, enjoy!) to cater to people who want to look small and dainty and cute in their "boyfriend's" clothing. all the stores i frequent for clothing are replacing my favorite style of jeans with boyfriend fit and hot topic's new favorite thing is making t-shirts ONLY in the boyfriend fit and i bought a mcr one last year because the design was too cool to pass up and i fucking regret it every time i wear the shirt because the fit is cut slimmer than the usual tees but the arms fit fine, even when it's in my usual size, so i'm stuck with a really awkward looking shirt and incites dysphoria for me personally and it JUST LOOKS BAD IN MY OPINION??? and so yes. i have so much more to say on this topic but my unpopular opinion is that the boyfriend fit style should kill itself or at the very least companies should put BACK the regular styles i know and love because if it wasn't hard enough for me to find clothes in my size that don't exacerbate my dysphoria, now i gotta scour ebay for discontinued jeans styles because they've all been replaced by the boyfriends. I HOPE JAKEY FUCKING DIES !!!!!!

[passions-and-pupils]

Here me out: Lego Monkie Kid X City Of Blank auto

Sun Wukong and Macaque were blank hunter partners until they got in a fight and Wukong tore off his friends mask in a fit of rage

MK wants to be a blank hunter really bad and begged a retired Sun Wukong (AKA The Monkey) to be his memtor. Wukong agreed but secretly he doesn’t believe in blank hunting anymore and is slowly trying to convince MK that it’s wrong while not admitting that he agrees.

Lady Bone Demon is the leader of a top blank organization (she and mayor are basically Jericho and Claude) and hired Macaque who at first disagreed to the partnership but then was forcibly injected with red blank space that LBD controls so he’s kinda stuck now(think Charlie)

pigsy is a blank who feels incredibly guilty and completely cut off his faces family out of shame. his face was in the military so it wasn’t that hard to do but sadly he does have trauma from his faces memories (Think Desmond)

Mei comes from a long line of blank hunters but really just wants to forge her own path in life away from all that. Redson is a half blank (DBK is a blank PIF isn’t) who is proud of being a blank and he runs a smaller blank terrorist organization with his family

Sandy is a blank who’s face was very violent but now he does yoga and therapy and stuff to help with the PTSD that comes with his face. His face and Pigsy’s face were buddies so he’s tried to help knowing Pigsy is in a similar situation but Pigsy has been very resistant

oh and plot twist! MK is actually a quarter blank with the ability to faze through walls. His father was arrested for being a half blank who stole the face of MK’s mom’s husband and took his place. MK’s mom didn’t know this and was horrified when she found out and gave up MK out of fear of what he would become.

MK didn’t know this because he was adopted by Pigsy at like 3 and found out when his mask fell off during training and nothing happened. That lead to him having a very difficult conversation with Pigsy who knew but didn’t want to say anything because he didn’t want MK to have to live with that information, especially after MK started talking about becoming a great blank hunter.