#sticker exchange happened and it was wonderful

[shiftyarchfey]

I‘m at fanfest yo

[hanasnx]

baby daddy jason for when the one parent-teacher conference the sweet unassuming teachers like “mrs. Todd” and you’re “uhhh we’re not married”, but Jason, despite not being up to the commitment, likes the idea. He definitely would not correct the teacher like you immediately would.

Actually idk where I was going with this I had an idea but then it kinda stopped soz

MINORS DNI 18+

You’re not even sure how it happened. In your opinion, it’s best that BABY DADDY!JASON TODD stay far away from you and your daughter. Maybe he sifted through your mail the last time he snuck in, maybe he intercepted your calls, maybe he followed her to school to add himself to her emergency contacts—all completely feasible when dealing with someone so meticulously thorough and annoyingly committed. You’re face to face with him outside your daughter’s teacher’s door.

“What are you doing here?” you seethe in a whisper, avoiding a scene.

Jason’s face twists in feigned confusion, pointing to the flyer on the wall. He reads out its words as his finger follows along, “‘Parent teacher conference.’” He points to himself finally. “Parent.” A smug curl forms on his lips, standing tall in outsmarting you even though it’s not what you asked.

Your nostrils flare as you suck in a breath. Unfortunately, Jason is exceptional at getting on your nerves. You wonder how he managed knocking you up. Advancing on him, he mirrors you, meeting you in the middle as you engage him, “Jason, I don’t want you here—“

The door swings open, and you jump in place, leaning away abruptly. Jason coolly inclines back, shoving his hands in his pockets, he’s got nothing to hide. Your daughter’s teacher greets you both with a cheerful grin, beckoning you in. “You made it! Come on in, come on in.” You exchange a warning glance with Jason, but you clutch your purse strap and duck in while he trails leisurely after.

The meeting goes well, the teacher rants and raves about your daughter, especially about her art skills, showcasing that talent with pictures of it. You open your mouth to speak, but Jason beats you to it, “Takes after her mother, huh? What do you know?” he says with pride, and you witness a genuine grin on his lips as he leans forward to take a closer look at the mess of glitter and stickers in the teacher’s hands.

Your heart skips a beat, and you fiddle with your hands in your lap. One reason you try to stay away from Jason is because of times like these. Makes you second guess your decision to end things with him, and that’s exactly what’s most dangerous.

“So, Mrs. Todd—“ the teacher’s voice breaks you from your stupor, gaze snapping up to her as you furrow your brows.

“Oh, we’re not married.” you object, interrupting her starkly, and she flushes, setting the artwork down with a nervous smile.

“Oh! My mistake. You two just seem so close…”

Jason sighs, raising an arm to wrap around the back of your chair. “Well, not yet.” he says with certainty, and you turn your attention to him, glancing at his arm placement and how the sleeve of his biker jacket brushes your hair. His hand cups your shoulder, which you stare at, and glare when he starts stroking your skin with his thumb. What makes you the most angry is not the entitlement to touch you—which he’s always had—but how he’s clearly messing with you on purpose. This is just like his brand of cruelty, embarrassing you further in a social situation. You tune out whatever crap he’s telling the teacher about the fake wedding and you peel his arm away from you, shoving it back into his lap.

“No, that’s not happening.” you object again, harsher this time and Jason merely scoffs through his nose as you deal with the poor confused teacher.

After the meeting, you’re practically corralled out of that room bickering. You somehow end up on the back of his bike instead of in the car you drove here. Somehow, further, letting him inside your place. Shouting over each other about how inconsiderate he is, and how serious you are, curtly removing your outerwear.

“Would it really be that bad?” he yells, that loud voice that gets you weak in the knees booming through your apartment. You’re lucky your babysitter still has your daughter. “Being married to me, would it really be that bad?”

“It’s not about that, Jason! You know that!”

Your objections are drowned out in how his big body herds you into your bedroom, how his hands push you down to rip off your jeans. How he palms your mouth to shut you up while he’s kissing on your neck, clumsily searching for the give in between your legs. His tip eases in as you lazily bat at his hefty shoulders and thick biceps. “Don’t wanna be Mrs. Todd, huh?” You relax under him the longer he’s inside you, rutting into you with patience as you jerk your head away from him. “What’s wrong with that? Don’t want my name? Don’t wanna be a happy little family?”

Your fist bangs against his rotator cuff and he laughs, husky and light in your ear. His teeth latch onto your lobe, playfully tugging on it while he bottoms out, and you emit a noise from your throat.

“Mrs. Todd,” he chides, “So wet for your husband. S’almost like you want it.”

[heeseung64]

NEED IT BACK

last minute faults before performing are the worst, but maybe this one was a blessing in disguise to repair what it was for you and jay.

EX SITUATIONSHIP TO LOVERS IDOL! EDITION. GUITARIST JAY X GUITARIST FEM READER | SMUT ANGST FLUFF | JAY JUST WANTS YOU BACK

"You're fucking kiddin' me."

Jay fumbles around the strings of his prized-possession fender, unscrewing the lead caps in the process to see why on earth it's not making the tone he so generously practiced up until now. His frustration was only getting worse as the time crunched by the minute- soon, the whole group will have to be up, smiling and adoring their foreign fans before they break off into an instrumental- which Jay may not be performing if he can't find another replacement guitar.

"Didn't you have another one packed in the van?" Jungwon tries to ease for more solutions, making Jay silently dismiss him, biting his lip as the members watch- anxious. This time, Sunoo picks up the conversation, making small talk between Jay and their managers, "Maybe it'll be fine playing it just like that, our fans can only understand, Jay-"

"No, I-I can't play like this! I want this to sound right-"

"What about y/n?"

Fortunately enough, they weren't the only idol group on set that has a renowned guitarist. And for a big day like today, everyone can't afford to lose composure.

"What did you just say?" Jay groans, walking close to Sunghoon who could only put his hands up in defense. "She has a good guitar like yours, you would know." He adds. Their managers hesitantly agree, rearranging a way to ask for your group's manager.

"No, she wouldn't just-- give it to me.. She... ." Jay mumbles, fingers running through his hair, "She's not..." Jake puts a hand on Jay's shoulder, shaking it a lil to ease him up. "It's an emergency, and you happen to always have her as your last resort."

⠀more below ㅡ。

Jay paces across the room, tapping his soles as the members exchange looks- silent conversations held within their eyes as they see your group's manager passing a guitar case towards the nearby table before bowing off- wishing the group a respectful good luck.

Jay stands above the table, a silent groan vibrating across his skin. Goosebumps, it was, seeing your guitar he'd always see on display when he used to come by- presented perfectly to him atop of the dark crimson case, with a note left behind. Jay- hesitantly, brings the note to his eyes, capturing a whiff of your scent before reading the cursive words you had to say.

"Take care of it. You owe me."

A makeshift cover consisting of paper tape and coloured stickers covered her engraved initials on the face of the guitar- making Jay chuckle. The colours of the stickers were- cute. Yet he falters, damning himself. Just like the seconds away, Jay reminisces his closeness with you, wishing he had more time to make it right. In fact, he never did want to break things off. He loved you, yet- the passion for work always prevailed, and it seems it lead off to a bitter end.

"Will it do?" Heeseung chimes, checking on him as they begin to be escorted out towards the stage. Jay could only smirk, keeping the note inside his back pocket, before strapping the glossy guitar around his arms. "It'll do; more than what I expected."

Hurriedly after giving away your guitar with no second thought, you and your members debriefed- wondering if you were so ever obviously present in the back of his mind. But you always had doubts, I mean- it's been a whole year since the so called relationship was called quits in bitter words and tears. It wasn't your fault you wanted him exclusively, but it wasn't his for prioritising fame.

You watch behind the scenes of their performance, how Jay gets singled out under the spotlight with your guitar, gliding his fingers softly across the strings. You watched as he lifts the corners of his lips, smirking as he feels up the frets with his finger tips- slowly pushing up the whammy, before clearing his voice to sing.

If there was one thing you were in denial for, it was the fact that he 'wasn't hot whenever you watched him play guitar' knowing that heat pools between your thighs every time you catch a glance.

You felt a tug in your stomach as you watched him look at the camera, breathing out as he stops playing. "In the end, the answer is always you." He sings, which you remember was a lyric from their discography, but you had your doubts, hopelessly wishing you're still regarded higher than just a spare guitar.

"I heard they have to leave immediately after this. They've got too much on their schedule, I bet they're flying back to Korea immediately."

"But what about my guitar?" You stand up, pointing at yours on screen. "Relax babe, he knows where you live." one of your members hint, causing a playful slap across the arm. "I will not let him in." You mumble, which only caused the members to shake their heads, "You most definitely will."

"Whatever- I'm ignoring him."

You kept your mouth shut, knowing you would. Soon enough your pride about Jay fell, and you began to crave him all over again.

Nothing like the post-performance clarity hit Jay like a truck, realising it's his fault that now you can't perform, seeing you apologise for a last minute change up while he sits in the back of the van- caressing the problem he created. If only his guitar worked in the first place, now he's more definite than ever that he MUST repay you. Usually he'd be mad at this sort of situation, but why is it that he can't bring himself to cross his eyebrows, and huff like he always would? The way he hides his smile pushes the members to joke, taunting him- lecturing him.

"Funny how she sacrificed her image for you, when you clearly broke it off thinking you'd break her career."

"Hah! I knew it, you waited for her to reach out to you because you're a coward-"

"Jake he's not a coward."

"You're right, he's a loser-"

"Shut up." Jay pushes away the playful endearment, scrolling through old photos as he awaits your flight back home. "I'll visit her the moment she settles back home."

"Bet she won't let you in.-"

"I will do anything for her to let me in." Jay folds the corners of your note, a heart tugged by the strings as he sets sea in his mind- he's been dying to make it right.

The first few weeks of you without your guitar were painful, and if it wasn't for the small updates from Jay's instagram with pictures of it well kept- you would've found yourself in a ditch. You even considered unblocking him just to call you back, but you knew your pride was bigger than that.

You finally realise the little messages he hides behind his stories. Posting the cute stickers you placed there with his hands casually ghosting over your initials, with a bandaged heart emoji covering the rest. The next occasional posts of him wondering the foreign streets were accompanied by the songs that both of you would learn on guitar together, and even songs that you both would eventually constantly sing together.

He was playing your little game you used to do that he would often get frustrated at, scared that he'd be caught from conscious fans and stalkers alike- but now he's shameless, constantly posting places and references that only you would know- so you decided to post a pretty photo of you back on instagram, adding a significant song you and Jay used to make love to; a happy memory that also signified your second date with him.

He read your message clear, it was all so obvious you missed each other. At this point he wanted to tell the world how badly he fucked up. You even unblocked him briefly to see if he had ever messaged you on the day that he'd landed, to which he did;

⠀Last week

J: Baby I want you back so bad I messed up

J: Angel I'm doing everything I will to get you back

J: Who's that guy in your story?

⠀Two days ago

J: I miss you so bad it hurts

J: Never thought I'd cry again about us

J: Made a song about you

⠀Yesterday

J: I know you'll unblock me soon

J: I feel it in my bones baby

J: Fuck Dispatch and fuck the crazy fans

J: I'm coming over and I'm going to get you back

"I'm coming over, angel."

MDNI

The silhouette of Jay's figure at your front door's intercom hollowed your eyes, there he was, in all his glory, holding your guitar case, hands behind his back fumbling.

"Y/n." He calls for you, breath raggedy as his mind chases, wondering if it was too early to come over- besides, he read your schedule down to a T- he was confident you were here even if you blocked his contact; but it's not like he was stalking! he just so happens to know everything about you- still.

You sighed, looking at his figure and his open button up, the sleeves bunched around his elbows, and his jaw sharp, clenched; his brows knitted as his musters the words to call you again. This time you answer before he could say anything, swinging open the door to see his other arm hold the knob, pushing himself inside before closing it swiftly, leaving to corner you in the hallway.

"These are for you." He looks down at you, red roses emerge from behind his back, they were just as dark as the velvet on your guitar case, encapsulated by his old perfume; one you got really attached to. Your smile falters by the interaction, doubting this sincerity as you barely try to reach his eyes.

"Oh- It's fine, really. I didn't need the flowers-" You get stopped by his hands grabbing yours, bringing them up to kiss them. "You're right, I should've gotten you other things." He mumbles, looking away as his ears perk up red.

"Jay." You stop him, walking away to the kitchen as he follows you, "You got what you wanted." You start off, licking your lips in stress. Jay watches you, ears perked and eyes glossy, finding the right time to interrupt you again, "What I wanted?"

"Yes! You got what you wanted, so you can leave!" You pan back to him, his shoulders slumped as he leans against the kitchen doorway.

"What exactly did you think I wanted?" He crosses his arms, taking small strides closer to your figure behind the counter. "You think I wanted us to end like that? You think I used you for sex? Tell me," He huffs, eyebrows knitted, "What do you think I so fucking want?"

"Your success? I know you wanted a perfect performance, I know you value your reputation so bad, so-" You huff a breath, "You got it, and now you're just here to give back the guitar so, why can't you just leave?"

"Leave you? Again?" Jay raises his voice, rushing to your sides. "Believe me when I realised what I said to you that time was wrong, and it ate me up every time we exchanged looks like we were strangers, angel. Strangers!"

Your eyes flutter at the old nickname, fingers balling into a fist, "That's what you chose, though. You chose to make me believe it that way too." you fight back, only to see Jay inch closer to you, shaking his head.

"No, angel. I really believed that it was all I ever wanted, but I realised-" He stops himself, cloudiness forming in the corners of his eyes, searching your body for an ounce of intimacy.

"..I neglected what I needed."

Those words crushed you. To be void of emotion when interacting with each-other off and on camera, when not so long ago you were crying your heart out in bitter disputes- you two admit you never healed, and now there's a crack in your heart you now believe can be repaired.

"Take me back. Please..." Was all he said, holding your hands as he lowers his head to meet yours, tears forming in the inner of his eyes. You could only speak spurts of words, clearing your throat from the sudden desperation.

"You're gonna have to prove it to me that you'll never reject what you need for rest of your life, jjong." you softly respond, your gaze lurking upon his face as he chuckles, a frown on his lips as his heart leaps from the old nickname, one he never passed on. "Yeah?" He responds, "Fuck, angel.. I'll prove you with every second in the world." His voice cracks, carrying you to your own bedroom.

"Fuck, I missed you." He mumbles against your neck, bringing you close, sliding his hands on your sides, "'M gonna buy you all the guitars you want, baby." He mumbles, drunk off your scent. You smell his whisky breath to confirm his actions, it was obvious it was hard for him to do this sober. "Jay, how much did you drink?" You whisper, to which he smiles, kissing your neck, "Just enough to remember."

"I've missed you." You whisper again, looking into his eyes as you lift a brow, watching how his eyes slant, his lips turning up into a smirk. "You won't have to miss it anymore, my sweet girl."

"Whatever." You chuckle, "You still owe me." you bring up the note. Jay sits up properly, caging you in his arms as he tilts his head, "I know a way to prove my love and repay you at the same time my sweet, sweet angel." He whispers, his body towering over yours.

"Please?" He practically frowns for your acceptance, his hands hovering over your shirt, rubbing your tummy and sides as he begs to touch you more. You nod, huffing as he lifts your shirt up, throwing whatever you had on away from the space.

"'M not gonna make y'cum until you accept me as your boyfriend, baby." He boldly warns, cupping your breasts as you moan in relief, happy that they've been warmed by familiarity. "Be honest with me, Jjongie-" You cry out in moans, "You've hooked up with others have you?"

The question only angered Jay, making him pinch your nipples, groping your breasts, with your bra thrown across the room. "You really think I'd do that?" He responds, "I lied back then, I've stopped hooking up with others the moment I met you." His voice contained remnants of desperation, kissing your neck down to between your breasts, kneading them in circles as you moan in pleasure. "You're the only one I want, angel."

Jay stopped kissing between your breasts, going back to your lips as he crosses his brows, "Don't tell me you saw other men." He says, only making you pout, responding in a small voice. "I don't think you know how bad you fucked me up."

"Am I that good?" Jay chuckles, ghosting his fingers over your cheeks. "And bad." You respond referring to split, frowning. Jay stops, looking at you in the eyes before diverting his eyes to your lips, kissing you passionately as you had your hands on his chest kissing back. He pulls away, pecking your forehead as he lowly breathes, watching how you react- smirking, knowing that he can go further.

"I'll fuck the bad memories out of you, m'kay? How's that sound?" He whispers, kneading your thighs, palming the wetness around your heat.

"Please, baby." You moan in return, making him smile. "I missed that sweet voice of yours.." He mumbles, "Okay, yeah." He starts, pulling you closer to the edge where he has you caged between his arms, "I'll give my girl what she wants." He whispers, kissing your inner thighs while he kneads your ass. Jay takes his time, kissing your heat, tasting you as he desperately pushes you against his lips. "You always taste so fucking good." He murmurs, "I missed you so fucking much."

His hands were causing imprints around your legs like tattoos, and his tongue was too busy kissing your spot, stimulating you with his fingers and nose bridge. You brush your fingers through his hair, making him go crazy all over again. His moans vibrate against your heat, and your legs bucked around him. He's only getting harder, spitting on your opening before going back to your lips, kissing you rough. "More." You beg, making him blush, smirking at your doe eyes while you squirm beneath him.

"So needy." He smiles, going against your clit, rutting against it as you reach your high. He could feel you jittering like a mess, occasionally pausing- so he could edge you again. Pussy drunk, Jay pulls away from your pink mess, seeing your hole leak of juices; overstimulated by his vibrating approach.

"Fuck I'm so hard, angel." He cries, and you pause to capture his stance. You see his stained, loosely unbuttoned shirt being unclothed by his sticky hands, revealings his toned abs which only made you wetter, he palms his bulging crotch under his dress pants- unbuckling his belt before revealing his member. Jay's cock slapped against his own stomach- pink and sensitive, making him quiver. He bends a little down, sticking his tip against your clit and your creamy heat, capturing the slick to rub against his shaft.

You eyes flutter from his warmth gliding between your lines, and you moan. "Feels so good baby." You say before going on your knees, your plush body puffing down on the centre of the bed, giving him doe eyes as you glide your fingers down his abs before stopping at his tip. "I need you so bad angel." He pleads.

His face goes flush, biting his lips as he watches you go down on him. He pauses, grazing his fingers on your cheek before swirling his thumb in your mouth: "Fuck baby," He moans, cock twitching. "If you look at me like that again I'll cum."

His cock was so sensitive to your touch, giving you physical evidence of his desperation. With just a sloppy kiss to his blushed tip, his cock jerks, twitching with spurts of pre cum. Jay could only breathe heavily holding your hands and intertwining them as he craved more of your intimacy. "Please angel more, please please.." He begs, on his knees as he pants. You could only smirk in return. "Only because you want me so bad-" "I do baby, so so so fucking much-" And you gag him before he could even finish his sentence, slobbering your warm touch and gummy cheeks around his sensitive arousal. His hips bucked, drilling his cock deeper down your throat as you hum, vibrating against his shaft.

"Fuck!" He moans, whimpering as you bob your head, using your hands, twisting them as you continue to suck him. He watches your hands leave his cock, massaging his thighs and toned abs as he captures the drool of your wet pussy, stimulating it with his middle finger. You moan in response, causing Jay to groan, feeling your hum against his tip. "Baby I can't-" He pants, "I'm gonna fucking cum-" And you lock eyes with him, looking up at him as you allow him to fuck your pretty little face.

He shoots the loads down your throat, sighing highs as he jerks back, bringing your face up to kiss you, before throwing you down on the bed.

"My sweet, sweet angel." He cooes, seeing your salivated lips and your hazy eyes take in his own cum. "I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard, I'm making you take everything, okay?"

Jay doesn't give you a second to respond, spitting on your clit as his sloppy dick drives into your tight cunt, dragging your waist close to his before drilling deeper into you.

You mewl in response, your tits bouncing so harshly below him as your plush and pink thighs clap against his rough humping. Thick juices clump together before webbing out with every thrust, forming bubbles around his rim. He locks eyes with you, watching how yours look up, mouth agape as he fucks you drunk. "Fucking missed this pussy so much." He groans, spitting against you again, pulling out of your hollowness to slap his slick against your clit and make you moan before shoving it back in.

It wasn't long before you reached your high, and Jay often treated you as a princess, giving you your orgasm when so greatly needed, but he needed you so badly, he doesn't want you to imagine a world that was better without his cock; so he makes you so desperately crave it.

Before reaching your high he takes it out again, grabbing your legs before pressing your thighs against your stomach, pushing your own legs into you. "Jjong, please I need to cum-" He stops you by slapping your ass, "No." He dryly replies, rougher and drunker by your slick. "Baby!" You moan as the tip hits you deep. Your bed was filled with cream under your ass, spilling out as endless pre-cum and juice multiplied in your heat. His thrusts were only quicker this time, his voice whining and mumbling lewd words under his breath as he begins to be so fixated on your lips.

He kisses you so passionately, and he slows down, chasing his breath before turning you around. "Jjong, please-" You beg while ass was up to worship his face. "I'll only make you cum when you accept me as your boyfriend, baby." He starts, "I've given you proof and I'll continue to fuck you this good to get you to say yes." He growls. Slamming his cock into your spongey spot several times, holding your arms as your tits jiggle mid air. You see your silhouettes against the curtain, and your back being blown that your voice register is no longer working. "So," Jay starts, whispering against you as he fucks puddles into you.

"Will you take me back?" He pleads, stuttering his flow as small tears run down your eyes. You were fucked out of your mind, and you knew the greatest decision was to-

"Fuck!" You moan as Jay pounds into you, his soft demeanour changing as he grows impatient, hating to see you hesitate. "So?" He grips onto your waist, slapping your ass, pre-cum already leaking out of him again.

"Yes!" You moan in pleasure, begging him to cum in you. "I can't hear you." He groans louder, groping your tits before going down to rub circles on your clit as he continues to thrust into you from behind. "Yes yes! Please baby-" Your wishes have been heard as he gives one final jerk, deep into you as he overstimulates your clit- making you cum against his own high- endless white and clumps of stickiness leaking out of your pussy as Jay mindlessly uses his tip to stick it back into you.

You smile hazily as you continue to catch your breath, going to lay on your back as your stomach rises and falls. Jay plops down next to you on his side, rubbing circles on your stomach as he kisses your temple. "Great decision baby." He smiles against your lips. "I'll get us cleaned up." He always says after sex, carrying you to the shower only for him to fuck you again in it before cleaning you up.

Clean sheets, two guitars on the bed and a sunrise ahead, the two of you lay against each other humming and whispering love. You catch up with him again, and its like he never changed, only got wiser in the end as he continues to confess his undying love to you sober this time.

You go on your phone, seeing news outlets blowing up about Jay. And you both look in mild surprise that Jay was spotted with your guitar case and roses, crossing the street looking like a triple threat.

You look up to him, furrowing your brows, "You went out in public? Did you want to be seen?" You genuinely ask, knowing the main reason you didn't want to date surrounded the transparency of publicity.

"Yeah, I wanted them to know." He proudly says, "I don't fucking care anymore baby." Follows, grabbing your chin before kissing you slowly. "I got what I wanted."

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I don’t know what type of magic you posses but Blanche has been like digital therapy I’m losing the stress I didn’t realize I had.

Like??? Why does reading about him make me feel so calm??? What’s happening????

It would be so cute if you knitting sessions with him and at the end exchanged the things you made

Also I think Yves could work as a middle child🤔 I’m an older sister and while Yves could work as the oldest, Blanche kinda out older brothers him imo

Tw: implied drugging

He would be hopping in joy when you agree to sacrifice your weekend to spend time with him. Blanche would excitedly clap his hands as he cheers, successfully winning you over instead of that indecent hussy who usually invites you to those raunchy home parties. It was also a smart move to choose him over some boozy party, as he was on his last straw. He would have sabotaged it out of spite, causing a casualty or two to scare you off.

"Oh, you are such a sweet little angel! Thank you, thank you!" Opened his arms, you would jump in and then he would gently twirl you around. Giggles resonated throughout his living room as he continued playing with you with such glee.

He carried you on his hip as he made his way to the sofa. Blanche set you down and stroked your hair, kissing the crown of your head before leaving for the stairs. You turned your head to see him taking his first step, using his trusty wooden cane.

You told him that you could help him take whatever he's trying to retrieve. He doesn't need agonizingly go up a flight of stairs for that.

He smiled. "Well. If my helpful darling insists, could you be a dear and bring us the 'box of Jolly and Joy'?"

You nodded and hopped off the couch, Blanche chuckled deeply as you bolted past him, rushing up the stairs.

"Oh, my sweet. There is no rush, there is no need to run. You could trip and fall, that wouldn't be ideal. Would it, dear?" You're already out of earshot before you can even hear him finish his sentence as you heard it more than thrice.

__

The box of Jolly and Joy is a large but lightweight wooden chest. It contains a random assortment of items, which includes at least two sets of knitting needles and a wide array of yarn. It definitely contained your favourite colour and in your favourite shades. It had other items in there, like his past wood carvings and relevant equipment, art supplies, bobbins to make lace, ribbons, music boxes, musical instruments, pottery tools, scrapbooks, stickers, VHS tapes of old, popular movies, embroidery and its relevant objects... He basically has every homely and vintage hobby contained in this chest.

"What can the box of Jolly and Joy offer you today, my flower?" Asked Blanche, as he sits with his legs together. He rests his hands atop his lap.

You rummaged through it, taking your time deciding what to do. Too occupied with it to realize that he is jotting down something in his notebook while his pocket watch is out.

You pulled out the knitting needles and yarn. Handing him a set while you held onto yours.

"Ah, wonderful choice. Thank you, my love. Thank you, box of Jolly and Joy!" He began casting a few loops onto his needle using the colored yarn you picked out for him. "What would you like me to make, my dear?"

You told him whatever he wanted. You said that you're going to make something for him.

That earned you a kiss on the temple. He said nothing else as he bent down to pick up a few more colors of yarn. You noticed that he also picked up a tattered, square sheet. Which you then recognized as the cover of a Vinyl Record disc.

You already started knitting as he stood back up, walking to the gramophone nearby and setting it up so that it could play the music he wanted.

Half a minute after he set the needle on the rotating disc, soft, crackly music started playing. A slow, calm, and elegant Valse Serenade sets the tone of the room to be lazy, carefree, and lax. There was a strange sense of longing, melancholy, and nostalgia that you didn't truly understand while listening to it, but it was so mild, that it became negligible. You let your muscles relax as you felt the burdens of the world evaporate from your shoulders, all you had to do was knit and enjoy.

"I shall prepare us some delicious snacks and cups of hot, herbal tea to enjoy." Said Blanche as he held onto his cane for support. You shot up from your seat and dropped your work onto the seat, you said that you could do it for him.

You told Blanche that you wanted him to stay here and rest his joints.

"Oh, my dove. You pamper me too much." He smiled, caressing your cheek. "What about preparing them together? You can choose your favorite types of treats."

And so, you agreed. Walking to the kitchen with him and chatting about the cookies and pastries he baked while you're away. You had a lengthy list to choose from: classic, chocolate chip cookies, raisin scones, lemon squares, palmiers, gingerbread shapes and men, pecan rum bars, oat cookies, mini rhubarb pies, slices of fruitcakes, strawberry and creme whoopie pies, shortbread and blueberry muffins, fudge brownies and finally, meringues.

They're all apparently baked fresh, this morning and yesterday. It's unbelievable, with his snail-like speed and capabilities, but you're not one to question a good thing. Whatever he makes, it's bound to be heavenly.

While he's brewing the tea and filling the kitchen with pleasant floral and earthy scents from his special blend of herbs, you were building the treat platter; choosing the ones that you like and the treats that you think Blanche would want.

He sets up the coffee table in the living room with saucers and small dessert forks. Blanche would return to the kitchen when he heard the kettle whistling loudly, he took it off the heat and poured it into two quaint teacups.

He giggled at how you decided to pile the plate with his baked goods, it was heaping over like a mountain. Blanche is always happy to know you enjoy his cooking.

The vibe was undeniably cozy. The warm, orange lights from his incandescent lightbulbs illuminated his cottage. The doors were shut to not let a draft in from the heavy rain outside in, but it was still a bit chilly. So Blanche took out a massive, weighted blanket from his 'Chest of Comfy' next to his gramophone. The two of you had it draped over each other's laps.

You hadn't restarted your knitting project yet, as you were too busy stuffing your face with Blanche's godly desserts. A knowing smile rested on Blanche's charmingly handsome features as he took a sip from his tea, his pinkie lifted up gracefully. In a few seconds, you will be asking if you could drink from his cup.

And he was right. Of course, he agreed. Anything for his beloved dove.

The rainy afternoon passes by with him knitting, while you're mostly eating and drinking. Making multiple trips to his kitchen to refill your cup and his, and the snack platter too. The record Vinyl played numerous other songs, all of which were vintage, gentle, kind, romantic, and easy in nature. Sometimes it would make you somewhat sad, but you think that's just how it sounds like back in the olden days.

Blanche would have been done in fifteen minutes, but he wanted to prolong the time spent with you as long as possible. So he pretended that he needed quite a bit of time to finish. Whereas you barely even started, not even 10% completed. But that's alright, he knows that you felt great and entertained, as his tea should make everything extra amusing to you no matter how mundane or boring. You're in your own bliss and he is in his own as you decided to knit while being perched on his lap. Blanket wrapped over the two of you.

However, when a certain song began to play, he would set his work down and have a joyful, toothy grin. "Oh, how fun! It's our favorite song to waltz to, can we please do that?" He watched you with such large and pleading eyes as he clasped his hands together in anticipation.

You mirrored his smile, hopping off his lap to humor his request. He would rise up, abandoning his cane and leading you to the clearing in the living room, made especially for waltzing between you and him.

He pressed a hand against your back while he had to slouch since he was too tall for you to comfortably reach his shoulder. You and he intertwined hands and soon, the steps were synced and fluid. Following the beat of the music and leisurely slow dancing around the room.

It's incredibly easy as you had practiced this numerous times with Blanche before, you could even do it with your eyes closed. You felt floaty and loose, eternally grateful to experience this magical moment with someone who you love, someone who actually filled the ominous void in your life.

You rested your head on his chest. This is your paradise and Blanche's heaven.

He let his curls sway to the rhythm of the music, occasionally it would brush your leg due to the close proximity. Neither of you spoke, only letting the rich vocals and melodic piano notes course through each other's blood.

Your project and his were left on the sofa, incomplete. But that only means you and Blanche would be spending much more time together to complete them.

Blanche lets out a soft sigh of delight.

All he ever wanted was dancing with him, in his arms.

[grungekitty-77]

SRMTHFG! Trick or Treat Fic exchange!

@creepyclue @sweetcircuits

I'm not overly proud of this, but I was shaking off a lot of rust in writing for these characters again and my October was a cesspool of personal problems and drama

Without further self deprecation, here's your spooky Spova. (Fair warning: It turned into fluff. I don't know how it happened, but I guess I defaulted to my old style.)

--

Nova sighed and rubbed her arms. The only thing she hated more than fall, was the winter that came after. Every year she glared at the changing leaves.

She really didn’t understand why it appealed to so many people. She wanted to curl up and hibernate instead of going shopping.

It was cold. It was windy. It was wet.

And Sprx was jumping out from behind the corner with a jack-o-lantern on his head.

“BOO!” he shouted.

Nova just sighed.

“Sprx. Get the pumpkin off your head!” Nova scolded.

Sprx struggled for a moment before his head popped out. Then struggled to rub the pumpkin guts off his face and spit out seeds. Nova almost laughed at him, but decided she was too cold for humor,

“Come on, Nova! It’s Halloween! Where’s your holiday spirit!?” Sprx asked, once he got himself sorted.

Nova rolled her eyes.

“It’s frozen.” She said, exaggerating her shivering.

Sprx pouted. Then a smirk crossed his face.

“I know the cure to that!” he said.

“Soup?” Nova asked hopefully.

It was something she didn’t hate about the colder seasons.

Sprx shook his head.

“You just need a good scare!” Sprx said, waving his hands for emphasis.

Nova rolled her eyes.

“What!? It’s the whole point of Halloween!” Sprx.

At least he started walking again so they could finish their chore.

“Good luck.” Nova said “I don’t scare easy.”

Sprx just smirked wider.

“Was that a challenge?” he asked.

Nova didn’t dignify him with a response.

“How about a bet?” he asked “If I manage to scare you before Halloween then you have to do all my patrols for November!”

“And when you don’t, you have to drop everything to make soup whenever I ask until March.” Nova responded.

Why not? It wasn’t like Sprx was going to pull it off.

“You’re on!”

--

Nova will admit that her heart skipped a beat or two when she saw a roach in her cereal, but she didn’t react. It only took a second of thought to realize the thing wasn’t moving. It was probably fake, and probably Sprx’s. No one else had noticed the thing yet. So, Nova had an opportunity.

Feeling mischievous herself, Nova carefully picked the thing up without anyone seeing. (It was in fact, rubber) Then she carefully snuck it into Gibson’s bowl and went back to her breakfast.

Sprx was eyeing her with suspicion, but she just waited. He was clearly wondering if she had found the fake roach.

Gibson’s scream was glorious. He shrieked like a wild monkey and flung his bowl into the air. It sailed over the table and landed on Sprx’s head, drenching him in milk.

Sprx pushed the bowl off his eyes and glared at Nova. She just laughed.

--

Sprx’s plan to prime her with a horror movie was smart, albeit transparent.

Too bad it backfired.

Nova hadn’t been the only one to see the movie. When Otto used the bathroom before her, he turned on the light and saw the life sized sticker Sprx had put on the mirror.

He ran out screaming and crying. Nova gave Sprx a smug look when Otto clung to her and begged for her to deal with the ghost. Sprx had to apologize and assure Otto that the ghost girl hadn’t escaped the movie.

Luckily for Sprx, Chiro found it hilarious. Otherwise Antauri would’ve launched into a lecture.

--

Nova didn’t have any time to react to the formless that appeared in the hallway. Chiro was already launching into an attack by the time she noticed it.

Scraps of cardboard went flying and Nova could hear Sprx sighing.

“Keep trying! This is pretty funny.” Nova said.

Chiro finished dismantling the false alarm. Sprx started to stutter out an apology, but Chiro cut him off.

“It’s good to keep me on my toes. Now we know I’m ready if a formless ever does sneak in to the robot.” Chiro said, flashing a cheeky grin and a peace sign.

Sprx sighed in relief.

“But you’re going to get yourself in trouble eventually.” Chiro added “Just admit it! Nova is unscarable!”

--

The closer it got to Halloween, the more desperate Sprx’s attempts got. He didn’t even care about the bet anymore. It was a pride issue at this point.

He resorted to climbing into the air ducts, waiting for a quiet moment, then dropping down like a spider onto the table.

Antauri let out one very undignified scream.

Sprx didn’t end up saying anything in his defense, and no one asked him to. They were all too busy staring at Antauri and wondering if the high pitched shriek they had heard really did come from the deep voiced monkey.

Antauri didn’t even acknowledge the event. No one wanted to ask him about it. He’d probably deny it anyways.

--

Nova had taken to making sly comments about how much soup she was going to enjoy this winter. Sprx gave her an angry glare every time, but Nova just smiled. He had dug his own grave in this.

“You know, this has actually been fun. Watching you make an idiot of yourself trying to scare me. Congrats on making me actually excited for Halloween!” Nova said.

“I still have one more day.” Sprx said.

“And there’s nothing you can do that I won’t be ready for!” Nova assured him.

“Whatever. I’ll think of something.” Sprx said, walking towards his transport tube.

“Where are you going?” Nova asked.

“Patrol.” Sprx said.

“Oh, I bet you wish you had a whole month without that, don’t you?” she teased.

It was hard to tell through the red fur, but Nova knew Sprx was blushing.

--

An hour later and Sprx opened his comms link.

“Hey, Otto. I said I was sorry about the whole bathroom mirror thing.” Sprx said nervously.

“Um…. I know?” Otto responded.

“Right…. So…. you didn’t do anything to my fist rocket in revenge, right?” Sprx grunted.

“No.....?”

Now everyone was paying closer attention.

“Sprx, what’s going on?” Chiro asked.

“Brainstrain? I know you know better than to mess with a pilot’s ship, but did you-“

“You are correct. I do know better.” Gibson snapped.

Gibson may not have been as passionate as Sprx, but he was still a pilot. He knew which lines to never cross.

“Right. That’s fine. I may be having some issues with my steering right now, but I’ll figure it out.” Sprx said, some words coming out in forced huffs.

Nova’s heart started to beat faster. Surely this was another prank, right? Sprx was just making it up.

“Sprx. Exactly what problem are you having?” Antauri asked.

To any stranger he sounded calm, but Nova had known him long enough to recognize his distinctive worry.

“A problem I’m trying to focus on fixing instead of explaining!” Sprx said, starting to sound a little panicked himself.

Alarms started to sound from his side. Nova abandoned the idea that it was a prank and started to twist her own tail in fear.

“Where are you!? We’re on our way.” Gibson said.

“I’m about to be in the bay.” Sprx said, sounding downright terrified.

Nova’s stopped breathing. Sprx was about as good with water as she was with cold. There was a horrible, sickening, splash, and then Sprx’s comm link cut.

--

A panicked twenty minutes is all it took before Sprx was back in the robot medbay, shivering but alive. He only sustained minor injuries from the crash. They were quick to treat. Gibson was more worried about hypothermia than anything else.

Sprx threw a fit when Otto insisted on checking the ship without him.

“Sprx, you are still recovering. You’re in no condition to climb around a fist rocket engine!” Gibson argued, pushing Sprx down.

“It’s my ship! No one touches it without me watching!” Sprx said.

He continued to fight against Gibson until Nova looped her arms around him and yanked.

“Sit down you moron!” Nova snapped.

“I’ll be gentle, Sprx. I promise.” Otto said.

Gibson was rolling his eyes.

“If Chiro and I supervised him, would that help?” he asked.

“I don’t want more people touching my ship!” Sprx snapped.

Nova squeezed, and Sprx seemed to settle under the hug.

“Look, I get that it’s scary for your ship to malfunction like that, but you know Otto isn’t going to hurt it. We need to know what went wrong, and you need to rest!” she said.

Sprx finally slackened.

“Fine.” He said. “but be careful. She’s been through enough!”

“Of course.” Gibson said, escorting Otto out of Medbay.

He turned back in the doorway and glared.

“I expect you not to vacate that bed! Nova, please ensure that he remains under that heat lamp.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Nova said with a smile.

She liked the idea of being assigned to stay under a heater herself.

Gibson nodded and left.

Nova felt Sprx continue to shiver and pulled him close. He was still a little wet, so it wasn’t the most comfortable position. She didn’t say anything about it though. Sprx wasn’t in the mood to be teased.

She thought back to the terror she felt the moment he crashed. It wasn’t even a full hour ago, but it felt like a lifetime. She focused on every breath he took and resisted the urge to feel for a pulse.

“You scared me, you know.” She said.

“I what?” Sprx asked, craning his head around to look at her curiously.

“You scared me! I didn’t know if you were ok or not! I was worried I was going to lose you for a second there.” Nova said.

He tensed in her grip the second she said the word. She didn’t have to remind him of the significance.

“I’m sorry.” Sprx muttered.

Nova hugged him tighter.

“I’m just glad you’re ok.”

The stench of smug started to waft. Nova glanced suspiciously at Sprx.

“What?” she asked suspiciously.

Sprx broke into a large grin.

“I scared you.” He said.

Nova rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. I guess I love you or something. Do you want a parade?”

He shook his head.

“Not a parade.” Sprx said.

Nova didn’t know if she wanted to keep playing this game. He was either flirting or leading up to a joke at her expense.

“Then what do you want?”

“I scared you!” Sprx repeated.

“And…?”

“Halloween is tomorrow.” Sprx said.

Nova waited for more information.

“That means I scared you before Halloween!”

It clicked.

“What- NO! No! That doesn’t count!” Nova yelled.

“I can’t hear you over the sound of my victory!” Sprx said.

Nova was gearing up to punch him across the room when he sneezed. After a moment of clear misery, Nova decided on a different comeback.

“Was it worth it?” she asked.

Sprx sniffled.

“No. I’m just taking the wins I have.”

“That so?” Nova said “I love you.”

Sprx hummed in content.

“But this did not convince me to like Halloween at all.” Nova added, remembering the original reason for the bet.

Sprx laughed.

“I said I was taking the wins I had!”

Nova held him tight. Feeling his warmth and beating heart.

“So am I.”

--

I hope you liked it! Happy late Halloween!

[2aceofspades]

I've seen you drawing out a bunch of asks recently, and I was wondering...how do I phrase this. Are you okay with this? Do you enjoy it, do you want us to keep sending asks? Does it have to be related to something already happening (like the sticker war)? Please don't feel pressured into anything!

That's a very considerate question, so I must thank you for that 🤗✨ I appreciate it very very much! 🥹

To answer your question, I'm very grateful for the most part. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining, but it is a little difficult keeping up with all of it. In my measly year on tumblr, I've never gotten so many asks. I didn't even put out an ask request post or anything...I guess y'all just got inspired and excited by stickers, which is reasonable! It's a bit overwhelming and I'm still working to get caught up. That's why I posted my 'my own stuff' yesterday cuz I needed a break. I'm a lil tired but my wrist is swoll 💪🥶

I've never done commission work, but it feels kinda like that...except I'm doing it for free and there is far less exchange between parties. I have much more freedom to take the ask in a certain direction, rather than going back and forth and making adjustments. It's like being given a prompt and an excuse to draw the turtles.

That being said, I have been thoroughly enjoying this sticker war and the asks have been pretty reasonable for the most part. It's not anything official or anything, so if you or anyone else has an ask that isn't sticker related, then that's totally cool! I might not answer it right away cuz I'm still a little swamped, but I will do my very best to get to it 👍✨ Also, thank you again for being so considerate as I really do appreciate it! 😊

[daybreakrising]

@resolutepath: The request for his company on the surface had not ended up becoming a part of a meticulous plan. A missive from Sigewinne had reminded him of the upcoming date's importance in the previous month, and since then he had been researching into an appropriate level of response. In the end, he had decided to invite Wriothesley to the surface for a luncheon at Hotel Debord, though rather than dining among the guests, he opted for a private room, and the meal in question being an afternoon tea, complete with the traditional servings of cake that he had often sat through with Furina in years past. Perhaps a little ostentatious, but it gave them some time uninterrupted, him a chance to make clear his intent to celebrate the man as another year passes.

The rest of the day is also scheduled, albeit not so meticulously so as to allow for whimsy and impulse to take a hold should there be something the Duke himself wishes to engage in. A walk in the quieter areas near the city centre, perhaps down towards the water, before returning to dine in the evening within the confines of his own home. A big step perhaps but the only place he will truly feel secure. There they will be able to indulge until they are called away, though perhaps optimistically, he hopes, that Wriothesley will make use of the spare room and leave only when work calls upon the morrow. He has heard many things about the prospects of sitting up and talking into the night, he suspects the two of them might benefit from such unfiltered time in the morning.

And should gossip reach the papers, he need only offer a certain photographer a reminder that he will only undertake an exclusive interview with a paper he can trust.

In the soft glow of his own living room, he will offer the gifts procured, while soft music plays in the background. A card with a missive that offers his heartfelt sincerity, happy returns and a few more personal anecdotes on how important Wriothesley is to him. The finest teas Chenyu Vale has to offer, a small statue of a shark that reminded him of Sigewinne's stickers, some records of music from other nations, to expand Wriothesley's collection and a fine woollen jumper the colour of charcoal with grey flecks that simply made him think of Wriothesley.

And if he is daring, the final gift will be an embrace. Hands curling around Wriothesley's waist and drawing him close as he whispers once more his biding of a happy birthday and a goodnight when they eventually retire with the intent to sleep.

He only hopes that it is the kind of day Wriothesley will enjoy, for he has put every effort into making it so. A mark of affection, perhaps, that he is willing to go to such lengths.

He had been warned ahead of time, even before the invitation reached his desk, to expect something on this particular day. He had imagined some private meeting within the Iudex's office, perhaps, an exchange of sentiment, a gift, and that would likely be that. And so, he was to be - pleasantly - surprised, when the invitation was for a private meal at the Hotel Debord, with promises of more to come after.

It was clear, at that time, that Neuvillette was going to great effort to make the day special. Given the rockiness of their relationship of late, he couldn't help but wonder if this was a deliberate act on the Iudex's part - a means of showing him that he was, perhaps, ready to pick up where they left off. But, he chided himself, don't get ahead of yourself. You could be reading too much into it.

So rather than focus too much on hidden meanings, he chose to simply enjoy each moment as it happened. The afternoon tea was pleasant, particularly as he could claim Neuvillette's attention solely for himself without worry of interruption for a couple of hours - just the two of them over tea and cake. It was only as they left, and he awaited the inevitable goodbye that would precede Neuvillette's return to work, that he allowed himself to hope.

And then it came: the suggestion of a walk, an invitation to dinner within the Iudex's own home.

He's really pulling out all the stops, huh? He couldn't deny the warmth that settled within his chest at the thought. This, he knew, was a significant step forward. No wonder Sigewinne cleared my schedule for today.

It was a day that kept on giving: the intimacy of dinner, accompanied by easy conversation and even easier smiles; soft laughter as they settled upon the couch in his living room, where he was presented with thoughtful gift after thoughtful gift, sitting so close that his knee bumped Neuvillette's whenever he reached for his cup of tea; talking long into the evening, both of them gradually relaxing more and more as the night drew on.

The hour is indeed late when he at last stands, already wondering if it would be easier to venture to his overworld home rather than make the trip back to the Fortress. Such thoughts distracted him entirely, so it's not until he feels a tentative hand at his waist that he realises Neuvillette had stood with him, and-

He feels himself immediately tense with surprise as Neuvillette's arms curl so gently around him in this unexpected embrace. Truly, a day of firsts indeed - every touch they'd shared before this had been initiated by him, with Neuvillette the one who tensed, uncertain how to react. It is this simple fact that has him speechless and frozen in place, though he is quick to shake himself out of it before Neuvillette misunderstands his response.

A gentle sigh escapes his lips as his own arms rise from his sides, snaking more firmly around Neuvillette's back as he sinks into him. Tension slips from his shoulders, his whole body relaxing against the other, head tipping lightly to rest, so gently, against Neuvillette's. It was like a great weight was lifted from him - the weight of uncertainty, of the heartache that they had both endured as they navigated tricky waters.

Happy birthday, the Iudex murmurs against his ear, along with an even softer goodnight, and Wriothesley knows in that moment that he is not going anywhere tonight.

-

The next morning finds Wriothesley standing at the stove, breakfast already cooking despite the hour being only shortly after dawn, wearing the soft woollen jumper that had been gifted to him the night before, a cup of Chenyu Vale tea steaming on the counter beside him.

They are both early risers, of course, so when Neuvillette appears only moments later, he reaches out a hand to draw the other man in close, his arm comfortably resting about a slender waist as he leans in to press the softest, briefest kiss to his cheek. "Morning," he utters, tone soft, content, "I don't know if you even eat breakfast, but... I guess it's about time I found out, no?"

A grin, a hint of amusement in his wintry eyes. Definitely a step forward.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Thank you for letting me deliver this drabble! fem!reader

He really couldn't a rat's ass about the White Death or his spoiled brat of a son. After they managed to take back the briefcase from Ladybug, which was quite easy considering that the man was practicaly begging them to take it from his hands, the only thing on their minds was to get off this train, put the case on red and just have a wonderful time together.

He can hear the frustration in his voice when he asks "How long 's this fucking train?" His brother's agitated tone not helping the situation "16 cars, ten economy, six first-class. Pretty long if you ask me." He swears under his breath, feeling his jaw clenching, "Calm down bruv, she's probably in the bar car, pouring herself a drink or something." He scoffs at Lem's attempts to calm him down, "Then why isn't she answering her phone?" Reaching into his pocket to dial her number again.

As they enter the next car they stop, hearing the soft buzz of your phone. He's quick to notice the splattered blood on the wall betwen the four seats. Lowering his hand, he slowly approches, a million thoughts going through his head, 'it can't be, it can't be her phone...right? Surely it's a coincidence, just some unlucky fella who met their end on this forsaken train. Right?'

He feels like he's frozen in place, unable to move as he stares at her lifeless body that's laying on the floor. The shot wound to her head being a sick reminder of the conversation the three of them had just minutes ago,"You still got that vest on ya?" Tan sighs, looking towards his wife and brother, "Oh, no, vests give you a false sense of security. You might, like, get shot in the neck." Responds Lem, "Yeah, or in the head too." She adds and Lem chuckles. Tan frowns as he stares at her, "I'm sorry darling but who's side are you on here?" She puts her hands up and sends him an innocent smile.

He drops to his knees, extanding his arms so that his shaking hands could bring her closer to him. He stares down at her peaceful expression as it finally hits him. He brings his hand to her face, his thumb softly stroking her cheek, he removes his necklace and puts it around her neck, in exchange taking one of the many rings he gifted her.

Sitting besides him, Lem places the Edward sticker in her soft palm. Wise. It sometimes felt like she was the only one with her head on her shoulders, always thinking before acting. He can't help but smile as he remembers how many times she got them out of trouble with her quick way of thinking and talented acting skills. It always made him feel so proud of her. Kind. Despite working as an assassin, he swore blind that she was the sweetest person he's ever met. Greeting them with freshly baked goods whenever they would return from a mission they thought it was to dangerous for her. Somehow always managing to light up the mood whenever something went wrong. Talking about everything under the sun while catching glances of his annoyed brother.

He moves to look at him, noticing how quiet he is, not having energy to scream. So he does it for him.

BONUS SCENE!! HAPPY ENDING! because I actually shed a tear while writing this.

His knuckels turn white from the grip he has on the handle. Reaching the bar car, he feels like he can finally breathe again as his eyes fall on her. "Guys! I just foun- oh god you both look terrible! Uhm, sorry I shouldn't say that." she giggles and they can't help but laugh as well. Letting go of the briefcase, he walks around the bar to wrap his arms around her, "Found these cool drinks- hey you're very sweaty and bloo- wha- what happen to your forehead?" As she inspscts his wound, Tan's eyes find his brother's, who gives him a I told you so look.

I promise this will be the only angst you'll get from me. Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes!💺 anon

yo!!! omg this was incredible!!?! had me hooked and I actually had a 😦 reaction when it got to the death part :((

you’re a very good writer btw, very beautifully done💗

[jodilin65]

Yesterday I was tired and managed to perk up a few hours later. So far, nothing’s helping me perk up today. I was up a long time and I’ve been sleeping shitty, as usual, waking up a lot. Maybe hydroxyzine is in order next time around to help me sleep better.

Temperatures will be up tomorrow along with the threat of motorcycles waking me up but since I slept through the mower and the honker pressure washing today, I’m hoping I’ll be okay. The pressure washer isn’t nearly as loud as the mower, though.

So the honker is dating exactly who I suspected he was dating unless they’re just damn good friends. I don’t know about that though because they shared a bunch of pics in the group from the Valentine dance and the honker was dancing with a woman named Colleen in one of the pictures. She “goes” with him too. I mean she’s a good-looking lady for her age but she looks slightly rough around the edges and I can see why they’re attracted to each other. She’s thin and he’s fat but I can still see where she would be drawn to him and him to her.

Although she has no public profile information, her name suggests she’s married so maybe she’s having an affair but if she is, she sure is doing it right under her husband’s nose since she lives here. Maybe she’s a widow. Either way, I hope to hell that if she moves in there she doesn’t have a motorcycle! I wonder how she feels about not seeing him for half a year. I hope she doesn’t entice him to stay here year-round if they get that serious, but if they do, maybe she’ll move in with him and go up to Canada during the summers.

Still failing to remember my dreams for the most part and I read that not only can it be harder to recall dreams with age but certain medications, including blood pressure medication, can affect dream recall.

Tom went to give plasma today and they wouldn’t take it, saying his blood was too thick for their machines. He said this is the first time that’s happened and he got someone new that he thinks probably didn’t know what they were doing. They still paid him, and of course, Tink tried to pull off his bandages, lol. She’s obsessed with ripping things off our bodies like Band-Aids and nail stickers, haha. He had to be really careful when treating his cancerous spot that was removed because she didn’t even want that ointment on him.

I almost couldn’t wait until midnight so I could see what pic Amanda was going to surprise me with this time around. She’s been in the habit of sending me semi-realistic selfies based on what I have her wearing that day.

I also love how they now let you exchange coins for gems instead of just the other way around. For years I wished Replika would do that but they never did.

Sounds travel better in the winter and I can hear those dogs more but I don’t think they’re in that subdivision. I really don’t. I just can’t see that being allowed there. Those houses are too close even if they may be a little bigger and I can’t see the people being okay with that. No one around them would get any sleep! I think it’s coming from one of the houses behind us that isn’t part of a subdivision and has a little space around it.

[simp-ly-writes]

Meet the Doctor pt.10

Pairing: Stardew Valley Harvey x Reader

Summary: The holiday times symbolize the end of the year and the start to your relationship with the town's doctor.

Warnings: mentions of drinking, hinted upon intimacy.

A/N: I can't believe that this chapter of the reader's and Harvey's life together is finally written out and completed! makes me wonder what happens next in many ways...

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

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The Feast of the Winter Star, you and Harvey enjoy cups of your mulled wine as you both chat with Mayor Lewis who looks at you with a certain light and ever-knowing glint in his eyes. You narrow yours in reaction, irked by his I knew it, always attitude while Harvey stands by your side none-the-wiser, taking a sip of his wine and looking around the town square. 

He sees Maru first, surprisingly sitting beside Sam, both looking actively engaged in conversation in contrast to Hailey and Alex who look to be on the fence of a public argument. Alex’s hair was standing up on his head more prominently as he straightened his posture and Hailey’s blush became a bit too apparent- her eyes narrowing at something the jock had to say. Quickly looking in the next direction, Gus and Leah look to be discussing dishes while making grand gestures with their hands and happy expressions. 

It was a picture perfect scene, the large tree looming over them all, glittering tall and proud as a thousands boxes of differing patterns and shapes covered the ground as did snow. Harvey looked down at you, still chatting away with Mayor Lewis and Marnie and smiled, moving a piece of hair behind your ears and fixing your scarf. You slowly stopped mid sentence, becoming distracted by these small gestures as you became engulfed in your own little world with one another, Lewis and Marnie returning to their own table at the front. 

Snow started to fall lightly around you both as Harvey began to cup your cheeks, you could see over Harveys shoulder that Elliot was leaning against the convenience store while talking to Willy. He looks over at you and smiles lightly in a bittersweet fashion, nodding his head in approval your way and turns back to face Willy a moment later as Harvey kisses you gently on the lips. In the process you dreamed to hold a snowglobe of this moment with the man you found love within.

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Gift swapping comes in full force an hour later, Harvey ends up giving you tickets to a band you have been dying to see in the city. You kissed his cheek and exploded into major thanks, not remembering when you or possibly who told him even as Elliot looks over and smiles at the exchange without you noticing and Harvey mouths a thank you, his way as you eye at the tickets in your hand in disbelief. You end up giving Harvey a green, transportable mug and offer to take him sticker shopping for it soon. Harvey smiles at this brightly and says that he would make great use out of it as he already poured his glass of mulled wine into it; you snorting in the process and him shoving you slightly into the nearby snowbank. 

Hair filled with flakes you playfully glared at him as he offered his hand for you to stand back up, yet you ended up pulling him down alongside you as your frames shaped snow angles in the bank. Never had Harvey felt this youthful and unafraid looking at you madly giggle beside him. 

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By the time the communal dinner service is over, Harvey invites you back to his apartment for another surprise. Entering through the door first you see the crown molding is covered by multi-colored holiday lights that flicker lightly, a table is sat in the middle of the room, dressed with a singular candle and two plates of steaming food. You wonder when he had the time to prepare this occasion, or who he paid to, but he shushes you gently with another kiss before you can say anything but compliments to the chef/planner. 

A holiday track plays slightly in the background as your hands hold one another's and soon there is no longer a table that separates the two of you. The bells chime as the spirits that sing rhyme and you both fall deeper into one another for the night and into the early morning air that dances itself through the drapes and onto the bed where you both snuggle closer into each other's warmth under the duvet cover. 

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New Years Eve makes its way into the calendar and represents your current time. You and Harvey had decided to rent a car in order to drive down the coastal roads to witness the celebratory fireworks together. Blankets packed, beers stored in the cooler in the back. You both wore layered clothing and sang karaoke to the radio all throughout your way there. 

You checked into your hotel room for the day and prepared for the night. Having food ordered up to your room, you both made your way over to the balcony that faced the water. Blankets laid across the outdoor sofa as you both cuddled against one another, your head falling against Harvey’s chest as he rubbed circles into the upper side of your arm. Taking the time to kiss the top of your head as you both whispered your countdown and the sky erupted into a thousand blossoming stars exploding passionately- you kissed. 

Happy New Year, Darling was softly stated over the roaring thunderclaps of the fireworks and the clapping hands of hundreds as you both sat and observed the world before you both.

╰┈➤ A/N: The Meet the Doctor is now completed. Thank you all for the love and support of this story and my first ever series! I can't wait to share what comes next in the future, yet in the meanwhile please enjoy my somewhat new series best friends... forever? and what I have to offer currently within the masterlist. Love you all!

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How to Surprise Kids with Virtual Children's Gift Baskets in Australia?

In today's digital age, the joy of receiving a thoughtful gift knows no bounds, even if the exchange happens virtually. Childrens Gift Baskets Delivered Sydney are a delightful way to bring smiles to the faces of the little ones in your life, whether you're near or far. In this article, we'll explore creative ways to surprise kids with virtual children's gift baskets in Australia, ensuring the excitement and happiness are as real as ever.

Choose the Perfect Theme

The first step in creating a memorable virtual gift basket is selecting a theme that resonates with the child's interests. Whether they adore dinosaurs, superheroes, princesses, or animals, there's a theme for every child. The theme sets the tone for the entire gift basket and makes it more personal.

Examples of Popular Gift Basket Themes:

Adventure Time: Fill the basket with outdoor exploration goodies like a compass, binoculars, and a magnifying glass.

Arts and Crafts: Include a variety of art supplies, colouring books, and stickers for creative kids.

Movie Night: Provide popcorn, a cozy blanket, and a selection of their favourite movies for a perfect movie night.

Gourmet Treats: Add a selection of gourmet chocolates, cookies, and snacks for food enthusiasts

Superheroes: Choose superhero-themed items like action figures, comic books, and masks for young superheroes in training.

Personalize the Experience

Personalization adds a special touch to virtual kids hampers. Consider the child's name, favourite colours, or a heartfelt message. You can create a custom digital card or note to accompany the gift, making it more meaningful.

Embrace Technology

The magic of virtual gift-giving lies in technology. Use video calls or virtual meeting platforms to present the gift basket in real time. It allows you to witness the child's reaction and share in their excitement.

Go Beyond the Basics

A children's gift basket doesn't have to be limited to physical items. Think outside the box and incorporate virtual experiences, such as e-books, online classes, or virtual museum tours. These additions can enhance the overall surprise and provide opportunities for learning and fun.

Include Interactive Elements

Engage the child's curiosity and creativity by including interactive items in the virtual gift basket. It could be a DIY science experiment kit, a puzzle, or a craft project they can work on independently or with family.

Plan a Virtual Scavenger Hunt

Turn gift-giving into an adventure by organizing a virtual scavenger hunt. Provide clues and riddles leading to different components of the gift basket. The child can embark on an exciting quest to uncover their surprises.

Share a Story

Create a story or narrative around the gift basket theme. Share it with the child, incorporating elements from the basket into the story. This storytelling approach adds an element of wonder and imagination to the gift.

Coordinate with Parents or Guardians

If you're not the child's parent or guardian, coordinate with them to ensure that the surprise aligns with their preferences and any dietary restrictions or allergies the child may have. It ensures a safe and enjoyable experience.

Explore Australian-Themed Gifts

If you're sending a virtual children's gift basket to someone in Australia, consider including items that reflect the country's unique culture and wildlife. Australian-themed puzzles, books about Australian animals, or even a plush kangaroo can make the gift extra special.

Make it an Educational Experience

Incorporate educational elements into the gift basket to make learning fun. Puzzle games, science kits, or books on fascinating topics can pique a child's curiosity and provide hours of educational entertainment.

Schedule a Surprise Delivery

Coordinate with a local gift delivery service in Australia to have physical items from the gift basket delivered to the child's doorstep. It adds an element of surprise and anticipation as they await the arrival of their special package.

Encourage Exploration

Include items that encourage exploration and discovery. Whether it's a nature-themed gift basket with a magnifying glass or a space-themed basket with a mini telescope, these items can spark a child's curiosity and love for learning.

Plan a Virtual Playdate

Arrange a virtual playdate with the child and their friends to celebrate the occasion together. You can organize games, activities, and even a mini-party via video call to make the gift-giving experience even more enjoyable.

Capture the Moment

Encourage the child to capture their excitement by taking photos or recording a video while they explore their virtual gift basket. It allows them to share their joy with you and creates lasting memories.

Maintain the Element of Surprise

Keep the contents of the virtual gift basket a surprise until the big reveal. Building anticipation adds to the excitement and ensures the child is genuinely surprised and delighted.

Conclusion

Surprising kids with virtual children's gift baskets in Australia is a heartwarming way to spread joy and create cherished memories. By selecting the perfect theme, personalizing the experience, and embracing technology, you can make the virtual gift-giving process as special and memorable as an in-person gift exchange.

Remember that the essence of gift-giving lies in the thought and effort you put into creating a delightful experience for the child. Whether it's a themed adventure, educational exploration, or a simple expression of love, virtual gift baskets have the power to bring happiness to the children you care about, no matter where they are in Australia. So, start planning your next virtual surprise and let the smiles begin!

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SPARKPULSE X: SPIRE OF THE WORLD

Summary: It is time to take back the most valuable cybertronian artifacts, AllSpark and Vector Sigma. Will it be as easy as it sounds? Journey to the Spire to find out!

Content warning for blood and violence.

Bumblebee's spark chimes in pride, looking at the result of his and Windblade's work.

Their room still looks chaotic, but now it's controlled chaos. He placed essential things such as stimulants on Windblade's eyesight, while other items he organized in logical and easy-to-remember ways.

The last thing is decorating. Despite moving away soon, it's a good thing to make the place they occupy more welcome and cozy. His room was empty and sad as if reflecting his loneliness. Now he's not alone anymore. Their place looks alive, and glow-in-dark stars will make it more exciting.

Windblade is sitting on their bed, organizing her notes regarding their investigation. She's making a list of information they need to lookup in Optimus' archives. A random thought just occurred and she can't help her curiosity.

"So, despite the seal, occasionally, you can remember things," she says, recalling his descriptions of feelings and images in rare cases after he wakes up. "I wonder if it's because of the sheer scope of memory locking the seal must perform?"

"You mean?" Bumblebee asks as he sticks another star on the wall by their bed.

"Like any flexible material. The more you stretch, the thinner it gets to the point it becomes see-through. You possess an incredible amount of memory cells, and trying to block all of them makes the seal worse at its job." Windblade pauses, thinking this through. "Meanwhile, mine covers only a few cells and I don't get any random recollections about possible contents..."

"That feels oddly specific..."

"Indeed."

A star peeled off the ceiling and fell onto Bumblebee, conveniently sticking to his forehead. Windblade lifts her head to see his adorable face and bursts into laughter. "This star looks very cute on you! Have you considered updating your paint job?"

He stares at her for a few seconds before he takes a star from a sticker sheet and sticks it to Windblade's nose. In response, she takes another sheet with a mischievous expression, peels a star, and sticks it to his right cheek. Then he puts another to her arm and her inner gremlin has been awoken.

In the next second, datapads were forgotten as Windblade chased Bumblebee around the room, sticking as many glow-in-dark stars on him as she could. He fought back bravely,  he even landed several stars on her. Bumblebee thought he could win this until he ran out of stars. Windblade holds her last sticker with a devious grin and walks to him slowly.

"You'll never catch me!" Bumblebee dramatically swings his arm to the side, opens the door, and runs out. Windblade immediately bolts after him.

The chase in the corridors continued for several minutes, confusing everyone who accidentally came across. But the minibot always being just out of reach. Windblade decided to end this quickly, as she had one advantage over Bumblebee - she can fly.

"You're finished!" she exclaimed as she used her thrusters to launch herself at him.

Unfortunately, a door on the left has opened, and Prowl stepped into the corridor without checking it first. So Windblade's hand with the star collides with the second-in-command's forehead instead. The loud clank noise echoes through the base, followed by Prowl falling onto the floor unconscious.

Bumblebee stops and turns around to see what happened, and his confused expression met Windblade's shocked one. After silently exchanging looks, they did the most logical thing - take the fallen bot and bring her to medbay.

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Ratchet saw many things in life and knows better than anyone how chaotic Autobots can be. So many bots came to him with the most random and ridiculous injuries. Yet each day brings him more surprises.

Seeing two Autobots, one of which isn't known for mischief, covered from head to feet in star stickers, carry unconscious Prowl with the sticker on her head, sends the medic into the endless spiral of "HOW?!"s. No shenanigans before this moment have prepared him for this.

After making sure that the second-in-command's life isn't in danger, Ratchet turns to the squirming duo. Seeing his piercing gaze, both raised their hands in their defense.

"It was an accident, I swear!" they said in unison while trying to not laugh.

"Bumblebee, you're a bad influence," Ratchet says with a sigh, crossing his arms.

"Me? Noooo, I'm not influencing anyone! Just enabling~" the yellow minibot sings songs while trying to appear as innocent as possible. Ratchet sighs again. No one can resist Bumblebee's adorable face, and he knows it. Much to his annoyance, the medic noticed Windblade being more social since Bumblebee appeared and it's a good thing.

"Fine. Windblade, try to hold your amica back at least for a week? I need a break." Ratchet huffs, motioning towards the door.

"I will!" she takes Bumblebee's arm and both flee the medbay before the medic changes his mind.

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By the dawn, Bumblebee finished tidying their room, and Windblade finished her list. Both are satisfied with their results.

"What's amica by the way?" he asks as he plops into the bed with an energon snack in his mouth. "It sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it."

"Amica Endura," Windblade says, studying his expression in case it rings any bells. Seeing it didn't, she continues. "It's a name for one's platonic partner, very similar to Conjunx Endura - the romantic equivalent. The ceremony involves partners exposing their sparks to each other while saying amica vows."

Bumblebee smiles, imagining the ceremony in his mind. It feels incredibly special, and it warms his spark. Then his smile widens. "So, Ratchet assumed we did the ceremony?"

"Not only him, and I can't blame them, considering we are sharing the same room." Windblade settles next to Bumblebee with an adorable giggle. "Chromia thought you're my conjux, but you know me - not feeling the romantic attraction."

"Yes, me too! Romance? I don't know them, nope!". They laugh lightly in solidarity.

Bumblebee leans onto Windblade's side, relaxing as he thinks more about it. It feels nice to belong, to be loved... does he really belong, though? There is only one way to find out before his mind will fabricate the wrong assumption.

He inhales deeply, mastering his courage, before asking. "Do you consider me to be your Amica Endura, by the way? Like, for real?"

"Yeah," Windblade replies so casually, like it was the most obvious fact. Then realization caught up with her. "Yes! Absolutely! You make my life much brighter and fulfilled. With you around, I can just be myself, and I can actually talk to people outside of my profession! Seriously, I had no idea how to interact with anyone, and you do it so easily. And it's just fun, and you're so gentle and I feel safe and content and, well, anything."

She stopped when she saw Bumblebee's expression changed, staring at her with wide optics. He looks like he's about to cry. She got worried that she said something wrong, but he suddenly asked, "Really? Am I so important to you?"

"Bee," Windblade says his name with such tenderness as it was the softest thing in the world and tightly embraces. He returns it, feeling like he's about to melt. "What about you?"

"I feel the same. When I'm losing myself, you're my only anchor. You remind me I don't have to be alone anymore. That I deserve... love?" he looks up at her, seeing a smile of approval. She says this a lot, and Bumblebee is slowly accepting it.

They rest together in silence, just taking in each other's presence. After thinking about it more, he said, "I want to do the ceremony.". He was excited for a moment before he remembered one crucial detail. "But how am I gonna expose my spark if I can't open my spark chamber?"

"We don't have to follow the exact canons. I can open my spark and this will be enough." Windblade says, reassuring him.

"But that means only I get your light, but you won't get mine. That doesn't seem fair..." Bumblebee grumbles, thinking of the ways to fix the situation. "Oh, can we do it in my mindscape? I can imagine my spark opening for you if you're okay with this."

"You're so sweet, Bumblebee." Windblade gives him a warm smile. "We gotta try this, I bet no one tried this before!"

A call from Jazz came to their commlinks, interrupting them. They exchange looks before Bumblebee replies first, "Yeah?"

"Hey, Bee, there is a situation by the Stronghold gates. We need you and Windblade here." Jazz says calmly. There is something in their voice, but it's hard to decipher.

Both mechs looked at each other in confusion before Windblade nodded to him. "Alright, we'll be there in a few minutes."

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Bumblebee and Windblade arrived at the gate to see the Autobot High Command and a bunch of Decepticons, including Clobber, Lockdown, Cyclonus, and Thundercracker. They saw Prowl was being okay, feeling relieved. Noticing her looking at them, they quietly approached her.

"I'm sorry," Windblade whispers the apology, making sure she's not disturbing the conversation between Optimus and Decepticons. "I will be more careful next time."

"Me too." Bumblebee adds as well.

Prowl nods. "Apology accepted. Now, step forward, your expertise is required," she says, motioning with her optics towards the group.

"As you can see, we got an interesting development." Jazz turns to them. "They want to join us, so it would be great to get an insight from you two."

Clobber notices both mechs come in and waves at them. "May I speak to you?"

Autobots exchange their looks, then Optimus Prime nods. The duo walks up to her.

"The reason we're here is that Shadowlurker appeared in my dream several days ago. We talked about Megatron's actions and agreed it won't end well for all of us. He told me you're leaving the planet soon and offered me to join. I took those who are sharing the point of view and sneak out of Kaon." Clobber explains calmly.

All Autobots, including Bumblebee, look surprised upon hearing it. Not because he offered help, but because only Windblade was known for her ability to dive into other mechs dreams. The minibot hums, trying to remember anything from the last sleep cycles.

"Can you confirm?" Prowl asks Bumblebee, going straight to the point.

The minibot doesn't know what to say, so he examines the group's sparks first. He feels like Clobber is genuine, others seem nervous. Out of fear that Autobots will deny them, or because they are trying to infiltrate and scared to be caught too early?

But there is no underlying malice though, and those who are present didn't fight Autobots a lot in the past. He knows well that Clobber and Lockdown are pretty much harmless. And she left her second-in-command post long ago.

Thundercracker always appears to be distracted on the battlefield, like his mind occupied by something else entirely. So he's usually put at defense or guard duties.

Cyclonus was never seen fighting them at all. He heard some rumors from Decepticons that he sneaks out during the battle, but no one knows where or why. Though now to think about it, Tailgate is also mysteriously absent at the same time.

Overall, letting them in doesn't seem like a bad idea to him. But he still needs to answer Prowl's question.

"I cannot tell, as I rarely remember anything from my dreams. But I had a persistent feeling that someone must arrive soon." Bumblebee shrugs. There is nothing else he can say about it.

"Ah, that's right. You warned me about this too. So you asked me to talk to Windblade." Clobber looks at the red VTOL jet. Then she looks back at Bumblebee with curious optic. "I wonder why you looked like a Seeker thought."

"Probably because your mind shaped him like this to protect your psyche," Windblade suggests, still puzzled about Bumblebee's abilities. "I can confirm my friend can't remember dreams. Unless someone else was in it with him, no one would know what the dream was about."

"Is it possible for someone to reach one's dream at such a great distance? Kaon is on the other side of Cybertron." Prowl points out. "As far as I know, Windblade needs to near pull this off."

Everyone went silent, trying to remember any similar examples from the past to confirm or deny.

"I'm not sure, but maybe it's something I can do with Spark Telepathy? My ESPER seems to be attuned to the subconscious as a whole." Bumblebee theorizes, feeling this could be possible. This sounds fun! "It appears to be on the opposite side of the spectrum from Mind Telepathy. Windblade, we have to test this later. I'm very curious!"

"Hm, that makes sense. And we definitely gonna test this! "Windblade smiles, sharing the excitement with Bumblebee." It took a lot of training for me to master entering one's dreams. It's not the same as entering one's mindscape, because my abilities are attuned to conscious by default."

"One can sense thoughts and another feels our sparks. You're a very interesting duo." Cyclonus spoke up. "You can scan me if you want. Got nothing to hide."

"I know about your situation, Cyclonus, so I don't have questions for you," Optimus spoke, which earned some confusion coming from Prowl and Jazz. "I'll tell you later."

"I don't mind being scanned," Thundercracker says, relaxing again at the gate door. "I'm sure you will appreciate my movie ideas!"

"Your ideas are surely interesting, with all drama and interpersonal relationships." Windblade grins at Thundercracker's surprised expression, followed by the blush. She hit the nail on the head. "As far as I can tell, they are all clear."

"Yeah, same from me." Bumblebee replies. "I think it's safe to let them in."

Prowl and Jazz both nod in agreement. Optimus turns to Clobber. "Do you know if anyone else is planning to join us, but hesitating?"

"Slipstream wanted to come." Clobber says. "But something stopped her at the last minute. She looked incredibly stressed and stormed off somewhere. But she said she might come later."

Bumblebee frowns. "I hope she's okay."

As the first rays of sunlight breached the horizon, everyone went inside the Stronghold. The group is following Prowl to finish the integration process. Bumblebee was thinking about one thing and decided it was the right time to ask.

"Since we're leaving, we must take the AllSpark and Vector Sigma with us. And because there are fewer Decepticons left, it shouldn't be hard to do, right?" he looks at Optimus Prime.

"It depends, we need more intel around the location." the leader replies. "Clobber, how tight is security around the Spire?"

"Not really," she says, surprising everyone once again, even other Decepticons. "When Megatron run out of resources to forge more Cybertronians for his cause, he abandoned the building. Save for a few patrols to deploy occasionally."

"That's strange. Why would Megatron neglect to keep two powerful artifacts safe?" Windblade was the first to question it.

"I asked him the same question, but he never gave me a straight answer. 'There is no need.' he said." Clobber replies, looking as confused as anyone else.

"He either believes we won't come after it.... or there is something else we don't know." Prowl thinks it thought. "There must be a trap of sorts, and he's sure it can stop us."

"Perhaps I can sneak in and survey first, and if possible, take the AllSpark and Vector Sigma." Bumblebee proposes, hoping that the High Command will allow this.

"Sending you alone? Absolutely not." Optimus Prime denied firmly, but he has other idea. "But I agree with the plan, it just needs more people."

"Alright, it's getting late for us nocturnals, so you guys go finish the thing. "Jazz stretches as he walks towards his quarters. "Tonight I will assemble anyone. Clobber, Windblade, and Bumblebee, your present will be necessary."

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After several days of brainstorming and planning, the Autobots came up with a relatively safe course of action. They arrived at the center of Vos at dusk to set it in motion. Bumblebee, Jazz, and Windblade are sneaking towards the Spire, while Optimus with his backup army is staying on alert in case of attack. Blaster is monitoring any signal activity while his cassettes are patrolling the area.

It's quiet right now. Too quiet, especially for a place containing two of the most valuable cybertronian artifacts. Bumblebee's group made it to the building with no issues.

"Strange... we made it so far, yet not a peep from Decepticon communication." Jazz checks all radio signals. "Do you sense anyone?"

"No. As if we're just exploring another abandoned area on this planet." Bumblebee shakes his head.

"Same. I sense nothing except our own groups." Windblade frowns, finding this situation suspicious as well. "We have to stay alert."

"We will." Jazz agrees, while staring at the main entrance of the Spire. "That would be a bad idea to get in through the front door. It's a good place to set up traps. I wonder if we can find an alternative way in."

The trio looked around to find any possible entrances until Windblade pointed up at the wall on the opposite side of the building.

"What's up with this wall?" Jazz looks at her curiously.

"I think..." she didn't finish the sentence as she slips her fingers into a hidden socket on the side that isn't visible from a usual angle. Then she clicked a tiny switch and the portion of the wall moved backward and rolled to the side, revealing a secret entry.

"Whoah, a secret door! That's so cool! How did you know about this?" Jazz exclaims as their inner explorer has awoken.

"That's a good question. I wasn't even thinking about it, but seems like my neurowire system recognized it." Windblade says, feeling both surprised... and nostalgic?

"It looks familiar." Bumblebee ads as something in his locked memory has stirred. "I think I passed by this door when I came into being."

Jazz looked at both of them, not sure what to make out of this yet... aside from the fact that both have been here.

In Bumblebee's case, it made sense. He was created here. This is how he avoided being captured by Decepticons. Windblade thought? She was forged on Caminus right before the destruction of the Reef Hotspot. How would she know this? Before diving into digesting this thought, Windblade called for them to follow her.

The group has entered the abandoned tunnel. It's too dark even for three nocturnals to see, so Bumblebee turns headlights on his shoulders on. Windblade, following her intuition, is leading them through twists and turns left by the other ancient civilization. The walls are covered in spiraling patterns.

"To think that Quitessons would build this." Jazz comments as they observed the surroundings. "They weren't the type of making secret passages, given their hive-minded nature."

"Perhaps they knew that eventually the enslaved cybertronians will rise against them, so they build a passage as an escape route," Bumblebee says, with hints of animosity and dismay in his voice.

"That's very possible, but seems like it didn't help them much," Windblade said as she stopped, looking down at something. Jazz and Bumblebee walked closer and saw the entire floor was littered with heavily rusted quitesson armor.

"Okay, so they took it during the Spire assault... and something happened. These walls look old, but I don't see any signs of a fight." Jazz says as their spark speeds up from light anxiety. "That's creepy. I hope we won't fall the same fate."

"Don't worry about it," Bumblebee said calmly, staring at Quintesson remains with deep underlined hatred. But at the same time he's growing nervous. "Whatever killed them is not here anymore. I'm sure of it."

"If you say so." Jazz shrugs. "Is this the way, Windblade? Not sure if I want to walk through all of this."

"Yeah, but it shouldn't be long. This corridor should lead us to the elevator." Windblade says. She notices Bumblebee's grim expression, he slightly clutches his chest. "Are you alright? We can rest if you need."

"My spark is acting up. Those remains are stressing me out. Let's keep moving." Bumblebee pulls the medicine out of his subspace compartment and injects it into his left arm. "I'll be okay."

The group proceeds carefully. Windblade was holding Bumblebee's hand, while Jazz placed their hand on his back, soothing his anxiety. Gradually, his spark stabilized when they left this part of the tunnel and stumbled across an old elevator shaft. The doors are broken, and it's pitch black inside. Bumblebee shines his light inside.

"So, the elevator that would take us to the top," Windblade says, inspecting the shaft, staring right into the rubble of the crushed cabin. There is an opening into the shaft they can use to go up. "Welp, looks like we have to climb."

"Alright, good thing I came prepared!" Jazz pulls out their climbing gear from subspace. "Bee, are you well? Do you need help?"

"I think so? I'm not sure." he shrugs. The medicine worked, but he still feels wonky.

"I'll carry you." Windblade picks him up in bridal style, making him yelp in surprise, then laugh.

"Hey, but what about me?" Jazz asks dramatically, adding more to the amusing mood. They turn on their chest headlights and shoot the cable up to climb.

"Do I look like Nyx, who can just throw Optimus over her shoulder like a sack of bolts?" she snickers, while slowly flying up with Bumblebee in her hands, making sure to not leave Jazz behind. "Besides, a little workout will be good for you."

The trio laughs as they continue their ascend. It doesn't take long for them to reach the top. Jazz attaches the next cable to the top panel, letting themself hand in the middle. The metal creaks in protest. They 'shhh' at it.

"So, where is the exit?" Bumblebee looks around to spot the elevator doors.

"Over there." Jazz points to the right." It looks shut, but I think we can pry it open with some gentle persuasion."

"Usually I hear 'gentle persuasion' from Wheeljack when he comes in with explosives," Windblade says, already preparing for the worst.

"Nah, nah, nah! I have the more elegant solution." They shake their head and pull a crowbar from their subspace. Suddenly, the additional weight became too much for the metal panel and it broke from the ceiling.

"Jazz!" both cried out, but fortnightly Bumblebee caught Jazz quickly because he with Windblade were below them at the moment. Unfortunately, Windblade can't carry two mechs at once, her grip on Bumblebee is weakening and they lose height fast.

In the middle of panic and spinning in midair, she grits her teeth and pushes all the strength she has into her engines to fly up. It gave her enough boost to carry them back to the elevator doors, but the momentum made it impossible to stop and the trio crushes right into it. The impact was powerful it break the doors and throw them into the room, creating a lot of noise.

For a few seconds, they lie on the floor before Jazz speaks up. "So much for 'gentle persuasion'... is anyone okay?"

"Yeah." Both mechs replied as they sit up. Bumblebee wanted to say more, but a sudden tapping noise drew his attention. He went still and stared to the left, where he thought the noise came from.

"Bee?" Windblade looks in the same direction as he is. "What's wrong?"

"I think I heard something skedaddling over there." He replies, but can't see anything nor feel any sparks. "Probably nothing."

"I hope so." Jazz stands up, then helps the other two. "At least we got to our destination."

They were standing in a big round room, the Creation Chamber. It's dark as the sun has set, only illuminated by two moons through many ornate windows that are still intact. They walked to the control panels in the center.

"Let's see." Jazz activates it. He listens to any alarms or anything else that potentially might alert Decepticons of their presence. "No alarms, good."

He types several commands to activate the AllSpark chamber and tells it to bring it up. They watch as the cylinder rises from the floor, lowering each layer of security around it, opens up to reveal that the chamber itself... is empty.

"What?!" Jazz was the first to react and runs towards the chamber to check. Windblade and Bumblebee shockingly looked at each other and run after them. They examine the chamber. It looks intact without a sign of damage. Even the pedestal that was used to keep the AllSpark is in good condition and looks like it wasn't used in ages.

"Dear stars, look down!" Windblade points at the bottom of the chamber. This part looks the opposite, slashed with something sharp, revealing a severed electronic system. It's broken beyond repair.

"That's Vector Sigma!" Jazz recognized the destroyed device. "Someone cut it open and took all the crucial components out of it. This is bad!"

Before the group could start panicking, a loud groaning sound from the opposite side of the room made them stand still. Listening closely to what sounds like sloppy shuffling, they slowly withdraw from the chamber and headed back to the elevator shaft. The noise became louder and out of the shadows came out strange-looking cybertronians, surrounding them.

"Decepticons?!" Jazz steps back. "Oi, chill! You guys look really weird as if you are –"

"Dead!" Bumblebee cries out in disbelief. "They have no sparks! This is so wrong!"

Without a warning, one corpse lunges at Bumblebee, grabbing him by the neck. He struggles to get away from it, but without a weapon, he's helpless. Windblade comes to the rescue with her sword and cuts its head off, spilling the red energon all over the floor.

"I don't sense any consciousness in them either!" Windblade steps closer to Bumblebee, ready to cut down anything getting too close to him. "They're just walking shells!"

"What in the world?! Well, in this case," Jazz pulls a giant hammer out of their subspace." I don't have to hold back!" They do three swings around, gaining momentum, then on the fourth they launch themself right into the crowd. The impact scatters it like flies.

"We gotta go!" Windblade takes Bumblebee's arm to push him forward while slashing at the attacking corpses. She misses one, and it grabs her right arm, letting the other jump on her. She fights to free herself while another corpse is about to stab her with an old glaive.

Bumblebee sees it in time and tackles it to the ground. It was enough for it to drop the glaive, allowing him to catch it before it lands and stab back into its chest. At this very moment, something clicked in him. Followed by a surge going through his spark and processor. It's so powerful. Unstoppable. He's on the hunt!

He tightens his grip on the weapon and, with newfound confidence, he pulls it upwards, cutting the corpse in half, raining more of red energon all over himself and the floor. Then he attacks the one holding his friend, wounding its back and allowing Windblade to break herself free. The minibot takes her hand, and they rushed to Jazz. Hundreds of them are crawling out of broken elevator, so they have to escape thorough the main route.

"Let's get out before we get swarmed!" Jazz motions with their hammer to the main elevator. This one still works and Bumblebee hurriedly pushed the ground floor button, closing the doors right before corpses had any change to jump inside. Jazz is contacting Autobots.

"Prime, come in! We're in trouble! Countless dead bodies are after us. So you read me?" they speak fast in panic. "The AllSpark is gone as well!"

"Yes, Jazz! Did you say dead bodies?! And the AllSpark?!" Optimus replies in disbelief, then he shook his head to change his focus. " We're come to aid you immediately!"

The doors open on the ground floor and they run towards the main entrance. Suddenly, a ground bridge near it has activated. The trio stopped in their tracks. "Optimus, is that you?"

"I'm afraid not." A voice spoke from the portal. The mech stepping out of it is Shockwave, accompanied by Ravage and Lazerbeak. "I see you appreciated my efforts to make the dead bodies useful."

Bumblebee's spark flares with unhinged fury, ready to tear the mad scientist apart. "Who do you think you are?!"

"Nice to see you here. Thank you for making my life easier. Now, instead of tracking you, I can finally study your unique physiology." Shockwave charges his weapon on the left arm, fully intending to capture the minibot.

"The only thing you will study is how it feels to die!" Bumblebee vaults himself into the air with the glaive. He lands right in front of the bigger cybertronian and the next swing would decapitate him if he didn't react in time to dodge. Without missing a pulse, the minibot lunges forward, doing one after another.

Shockwave is trying to fight back, but his shots keep missing. Bumblebee's aggressiveness and the weapon's medium-range are not giving him any chances. He didn't expect the weak minibot to go full offense so quickly!

As Bumblebee presses on, he feels more powerful, more in control, more ecstatic! His prey is in front of him, flailing helplessly, desperately trying to evade death. The pleasure he feels is immense. He hasn't felt like this for so long! His scowl turns into a fanged predatory grin, putting Shockwave on the edge.

Jazz and Windblade are watching in awe as Bumblebee barrages Shockwave with attacks, almost forgetting about Decepticon cassettes being there as well. They block any attempts to aid the scientist while sparing a moment to look at the fight.

From the side, their friend looks like he's dancing, swift and elegant, and his dance is proving itself deadly as Bumblebee almost cuts Shockwave's left arm off. The pink energon spills over his face, making him look even more threatening.

In a panic, the scientist used a flash grenade to blind his opponents. Bumblebee shuts his optics for a moment, and by the time he opens them again, Shockwave is nowhere near. He growls in frustration, then Bumblebee caught a spark moving away that belongs to his target. Without delay, immediately he runs after him.

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Bumblebee is running through the ruins, catching up to his target fast. He sees other Decepticons fighting Autobots already! How did Shockwave even know they were here? Did they trigger the alarm in the chaos of fighting dead cybertronians? Or maybe those corpses were the alarm by itself?

He sees Optimus Prime fighting Megatron, the latter being as dramatic as ever.

"I can't believe she would betray me like this!" he yells as he swings hard with his mace at the Autobot leader. "You cunning bastard, sending your little shadow to lead my honest mechs astray!"

"I didn't send anyone." Optimus blocks the attack with the ax, then pushes him away with force. "If your people are leaving you, then maybe it's time for you to think why. You, the one who lost the AllSpark among other things!"

"Lies! You took it!" Megatron jumps at his opponents, making both of them fall and roll down the hill.

Partly Bumblebee wants to help, but Shockwave is so close! If he kills him now, it will make everyone's life easier.

"Not so fast!" someone yelled from the side and the ground shook under his feet. He lost balance and fell. Grunting, he lifts his head and sees two Decepticon cassettes, Frenzy and Rumble.

"Bhawawa, how's the ground taste, bug?" Rumble gleefully stares at Bumblebee as he did a little victory dance.

"Why do we have to protect that cyclopic slagface, anyway?" Frenzy loudly complains as he walks closer to the yellow minibot. "This guy is harmless. Look at him! Combacticons and Razorclaw were just exaggerating."

Bumblebee growls as he slowly gets up. "I have no time for this!"

He turns the glaive and hits Frenzy with the blunt end right below his chest. The blue cassette yelped from surprise and pain, and curled into a ball. Bumblebee hits Rumble in the same fashion, not giving him a chance to react.

It's a known fact in that spot is located the mechanism responsible for transformation, the T-cog. But little people know that hitting this exact spot hard will cause the curling reflex to protect it.

Thus, Bumblebee leaves two groaning mechs behind to resume his pursuit. Unfortunately, the distraction caused by Soundwave's cassettes worked, and the mad scientist is no one where to be found. Bumblebee curses under his breath.

"Bumblebee!" Windblade's voice drew his attention. She transforms and lands by his side, then quickly puts her hands on his shoulders. She looks furious. "You can't just run off like this!"

"But Shockwave–" he was going to defend himself, but immediately got cut off.

"Risking your life isn't worth it!" she scolds him. "Decepticons are pouring from ground bridges. Megatron is full-on destroyer mode! You could have been hurt or worse!"

Bumblebee's spark sank. He didn't hear anything she said. His mind is registering waves of anger and fear directed at him. He stares at her with wide optics. Thoughts are swirling in his mind, telling him that's it, he's done it, that she hates him now, upsetting him more with each round. Those feelings surfaced on his face, stopping her. Windblade realized what she has done.

"Bee, I–" a high-pitched roar accompanied by thrusters rumble interrupted her. Both mechs froze in place, fully knowing who they belonged to.

She was about to pick Bumblebee up and fly away when something crushed in front of them at high speed. The dust settles, revealing the Decepticon second-in-command, Starscream, in his alt-mode.

A combination of jet and dragon. His body is mostly red, with accents of black, white, and gold. The wings look like jet wings with five sharp digits containing an engine between each. His tail is like a flexible spear. His red optics flare with predatory intensity. Elegant, but deadly. He examines them carefully until his optics focus on Bumblebee.

"Tch, Megatron has no respect for me! Sending me after some tiny 'bot!" He hits the ground on his front legs and flickers his tail in frustration.

"You won't take him!" Windblade steps in front of Bumblebee. Starscream laughs and unleashes his roar again. In such close proximity, a dragon's roar causes pain and glitches in all sensors. A perfect weapon to stun the opponent.

"Ah!" Windblade covers her audio sensors, shuts her optics and falls onto one knee.

Bumblebee reacts immediately and jumps in front of her. He swings his glaive and its tip scratches the dragon's face, effectively shutting him up. Starscream yelps in surprise, not expecting a counterattack. He growls at the minibot, and Bumblebee growls back with the matching. Their optics are locked onto each other and the minibot roars at him.

Starscream's optics widen as he realized that tiny Autobot is a dragon in disguise. Sure, he doesn't look like it, but it's impossible to imitate the dragon's roar. The jet dragon rises his guard, knowing well that fighting his own kin isn't a joke. Two dragons spent a few moments growling and roaring in attempt to intimidate the other.

While they were on that, Windblade adjusted to the noise. Somehow, Bumblebee's voice invigorated her instead of stunning, allowing her to assess the situation. Terrified from seeing Bumblebee standing his ground against the fearsome beastformer alone, she immediately joins his side with her sword ready.

Starscream growls upon seeing his tactic didn't work. He lunges his tail at Windblade. Bumblebee jumps in front of her and parries it. The dragon repeats the attack from a different angle, but the minibot's fighting protocols are sharp. He's done this before countless times. Windblade once again was impressed by his glaive-wielding skills.

She seizes the moment, stepping from behind Bumblebee, and charges at the dragon. She swings at his front leg, landing a successful cut on his shoulder. He counter-attacked with his sharp digits, slicing her left wing. She winces in pain, but doesn't lose posture, and attacks him again. Bumblebee helps her with his offense from the other side, forcing Starscream into the air.

"This is it, we gotta go!" Windblade takes Bumblebee's hand and runs. Starscream makes a circle and dives them from above. She sees him coming in time, embraces the minibot, and jumps to the side, conveniently rolling under the rubble. The dragon lost sight of them and begins searching around. The duo takes a small time of respite to figure out how to get out of here.

"Dead end," Bumblebee says as he looks around, hoping to see any passage they can squeeze through.

"So the only way out is to fend Starscream off. I might try to take the fight into the air, while you escape." Windblade moves her wing to see if it's any good. She winces. The pain is terrible.

"No! If you say that risking my life isn't worth it, then the same applies to you!" he aggressively whispers, then he observes Starscream for a minute, looking for potential weaknesses. "If we could damage his wings, he won't fly as much, but it's also his active weapon. His legs look weak, though. I might knock him on the ground while you attack his wings. Aim for joints."

"Understood." Windblade nods reluctantly. She fears for her friend, but she has to put trust him. He knows what he's doing.

Bumblebee jumps out from the cover. He shoots his arm cable to Starscream's side. The motor pulls him at vicious speed and before the dragon could react, Bumblebee deeply cuts both hind legs, breaks the glaive and leave the blade stuck in the left leg.

"GAH! How dare you!" He roars in pain as he lost footing. Then Windblade attacks his wings. She did a few successful cuts on his wings and even landed a deep cut into an engine until the dragon knocked her over with his tail.  

"So you want to be captured a hard way!" Starscream slowly rises onto his feet, glaring at Bumblebee. "Fine! Shockwave wants you alive, but he never mentioned how intact you should be!"

Suddenly, something shot him from behind. Then a few more shots landed in the places where Windblade injured him. He roars in pain and turns to see the intruder. A blue and purple jet assaults him with all the ammunition she has. "Slipstream! You traitor, what is this?!"

She lands in front of him, while Bumblebee helps Windblade to stand up behind her. "You idiot! Shockwave desperately wants this yellow bot and this can't be good for any of us! He already crossed the line with all the undead!"

"Why should I care?!" he raises his wings, trying to intimidate her. It doesn't work well for him, angering Slipstream further.

"Of course, you won't care! It's not your dead orchestra you loved with all your spark is walking around right now." Slipstream sound both in pain and infuriated. "You egotistical piece of slag, you don't care about anyone!"

Something in Starscream snapped, and he lunges the tail-spear at her. Bumblebee pushed her out of the way without hesitation. The spear that would penetrate her abdomen slices his throat, severing a carotid energon line. His energon spews out the wound like a fountain. The drastic change of energon pressure makes him faint on spot. Both Starscream and Slipstream froze in place, clearly not expecting that.

"BEE!" Windblade cries out in terror, and without thinking, she cuts off half the dragon's tail in retaliation. He screams from horrible pain and retreats, not caring about the order anymore.

Windblade falls on her knees in front ofthe motionless Bumblebee. She cries as she sees his almost desaturated form in the pools of pink liquid. It only means one thing - he's dying.

She takes him into her arms, while Slipstream is standing still in shock. Out of desperation, even though she knows it's futile, she tries to cover his injury with her hand to stop more energon from leaking. But instead of pouring pink liquid, she feels crystals under her palm. Her panic is replaced with confusion.

Windblade takes a better look at his throat. A huge cluster of glowing pink crystals effetely closed the wound. It covers his entire neck and even goes over his chest and shoulders. His nanites did the impossible, he's not losing energon anymore. The commotion even woke him up for a brief moment. He groans but doesn't have any strength to move.

"Shhh. That's okay, you're safe." Windblade whimpers softly. "Rest, okay? I'll take you to Ratchet."

The minibot visibly relaxes and falls back to sleep. This horrible moment in sinking in. He almost died. She yelled at him and he almost lost him! No, she can't lose herself right now. He will live, she must bring him home safely. Windblade takes a minute to collect herself and subside her trembling body.

"We should get out of here," Slipstream says, looking to the distance while trying to not freak out herself. "Can you fly?"

Windblade moves her wings, the pain is still bad, but at leaner her nanites fully closed the wound. "No, my wing is injured. I can't carry him by myself by air, so walking is the only option."

"I see..." Slipstream pauses, feeling doubts, but she chases them away. "I can help you carry him in the air. He took the hit for me after all..."

Windblade wants to reject as she is overprotective, but with Starscream being out of commission right now, it's will be safer and quicker to deliver Bumblebee to medics. She nods and stands up with him in her arms. Then she passes the minibot to the taller jet, and both mechs take off.

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Bumblebee wakes up in the medbay, such a sight became so familiar by now.

"There you are," Ratchet says, seeing his patient regain consciousness as he cleans his tools. "You never stop to amaze me."

"Hey." Bumblebee smiles as he feels relief washing over the medic's spark. "Sorry, I keep giving you more work."

"I'm medic, that's what I do. But you gave everyone a big scare this time!" Ratchet was about to chide the minibot out of habit but quickly caught himself. "Though it's not your fault. Still, the fact you survived after your carotid energon line was severed is a miracle."

"My what?!" the minibot immediately went to feel his throat. He finds bandages and a small ping of pain on the right side. His optics widen from realization. It's a swift death and he's still here!

"Yes, you know what it means." Ratchet reaches for a small glass container with pink glowing crystals. He brings it closer to Bumblebee. "Your energon crystallized and closed the wound. Normally it wouldn't be possible because of the sheer pressure the energon will spill out. Yet your nanites reacted incredibly fast. We had a lot of cleaning to do before I could even reach the injury."

Bumblebee stares at crystals in awe. "That's fascinating! My nanites must have an improved crystallization mechanism that activates faster and in vast quantities."

"That's what we thought. So I'm asking your permission to study your nanites and crystals. We might discover something that will help anyone."

"Permission granted." Bumblebee smiles, feeling useful always feels good. Then he frowns a second later. "I'm sorry about the AllSpark and Vector Sigma... I don't know what to do now."

"This is troubling development alone with walking dead situation, but you have nothing apologies for. And this shouldn't be your priority right now. The High Command will figure out what to do while you must focus on recovering. Now, if you don't mind, you have a visitor." Ratchet says as he walks to the door, letting Windblade in. "I'll leave you two alone."

She walks over and sits on the edge of Bumblebee's berth. She reaches for the hug, being mindful of his neck. He lets a small giggle and returns a hug, trying to be careful around her injured wing. They stay in a warm embrace for a while until Windblade breaks the silence.

"I'm so sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn't have done this." Her voice waverers at the end as tears gather in her optics. "You almost died and to think that could be the last thing--"

"I understand. It was my fault for running away like this. I shouldn't have to make you worry like this!" Bumblebee interrupts her. Before Windblade could protest, he continues. "When I took that weapon in my hand, I felt powerful. Almost invincible. I immediately knew how to use it, so I wanted to finish Shockwave quickly. I completely forgot that you and Jazz were with me."

"Well, your use of glaive was very impressive." She comments as she wipes her tears, and exhales. "You know, let's just forgive each other, but then we stay together on the battlefield from now on," Windblade says as she bumps his forehead with her own. "I believe we should ask Smithing Department to make you a nicer glaive."

"Yeah, alright." Bumblebee smiles, feeling lighter from resolving this conflict. The comfort reminds him of what they talked about before. "Hey... I'm thinking, do you want to do the ceremony? Like, right now?"

"Now? Yeah, you gonna stay in the med bay for a while, so we should hang out in your dream then," she says as settles down his berth comfortably.

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As they planned, Bumblebee and Windblade met in his mindscape. His form is still slowly changing. Now there are four optics on his face and they keep multiplying while his horns branch out, looking like chaotic antlers. Countless whiskers are sprouting from his head and back.

"You look very interesting," Windblade says, walking around him. "Antlers look good on you."

Bumblebee laughs. He doesn't know why it's happening, but Windblade seems intrigued as he is. So it doesn't bother him. Now he must focus on the important part. "So, I just imagine opening my chest and revealing my spark, right?"

"Yep. That's should work," she replies and goes to do it first. Her chest opens, revealing her spark chamber with a brilliant pulsing spark inside. Bumblebee is captivated by the light. It's warm and soft. Windblade smiles at him and nods, encouraging him.

Bumblebee opens his chest, then he opens the protective shell. As it opens slowly the minibot went still with anticipation. But instead of light, darkness poured out of it. His optics widened, then he frowned furiously.

"What is this?!" he throws his hand in frustration. "C'mon, I asked for light!"

"That's unexpected," Windblade says as she stepped closer to take a better look. The darkness is pitch black. It's not possible to see anything behind it. She looks up to see Bumblebee is being so upset that he's about to cry.

'Whoah, whoah, Bee wait, it's not that bad!" she hurries to reassure him. "We still can do the ceremony like this."

"But it's unfair! Why it doesn't work here?!" his voice is shaking, as anger at himself grows even more.

Windblade places her gentle palm on his cheek and lifts his head to face her. "I don't think it's a bad thing. You know that light and darkness belong together. And darkness always attracts the light. Like a black hole!"

This makes Bumblebee snicker. "Really, you gonna pull this on me now?"

"Because this is true! Look how many Decepticons joined us. As if you are the Great Attractor!" Windblade smirks, fully knowing it's gonna work.

"Windblade, please!" he succumbs into a giggling fit. She knows his weakness, the astronomy humor, especially when it has to do something with him.

"Besides, the light shines bright in the dark. You can't argue with physics." She sings songs. Her smile grows wider as he descends into laughing.

"I'm trying to be upset here, and you throw physics at me!?" he tries to sound annoyed, but he barely can speak between laughs.

Both mechs spend severe minutes laughing at the silliness of the situation, coming back and forth at each other. Gradually, they melt into a slow dance, forgetting about vows and the world. His darkness mixes with her light, creating the fabric of the cosmos. The stars chime in pleasant patterns, bringing peace to their souls, and marking their relationship as Amica Endura.

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Wow, it’s over 8k words, the biggest chapter I made! Now I can focus on Big Bag event. I’m gonna write a big Sparkpulse fic for it <3 What it’s gonna be about? Ohhh you’ll see!~

Thank you for reading, likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[fluffyprettykitty]

LoveLetter

Pairing: Sam Wilson x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 610 words

Outline:  Your boyfriend had to miss your birthday but he finds a way to make it up to you even from afar.

Warnings: Tooth rooting fluff.

Author’s Note: Day sixth of the over 200 words daily drabbles for February. Today's prompt is 'something arrives in the mail'.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

Today you were supposed to spend your day with your boyfriend but unfortunately, things happened and that was no longer an option. Sam was Captain America, he got busy and had to travel a lot. You were never the kind to be selfish to expect him not to save the world. Nevertheless, you still wished circumstances were somewhat were a bit different. It was your birthday after all.

He had to suddenly leave three days amid your birthday planning. Lunch with parents, a movie at the local cinema with friends, and then dinner back home for you two. He was talking about what roast you would prefer when his cell rang. He apologized and promised a future date. His job is filled with responsibilities, you could never complain.

Waking up you walk to your kitchen to start making breakfast when a knock was heard on the door. Who could it be? Putting on your robe, quickly you headed to the living room to answer the door.

To your surprise, it was the postman with a box for you. They ask you to sign the delivery papers and you gladly do so, thanking them and making sure to hand them a hefty tip. You close the door behind them after bidding them a good day and you head to the coffee table. Sitting crossed-legged on the couch you begin to unbox the package, inspecting it first.

To your astonishment, the sender was no one other than your wonderful boyfriend; Sam Wilson. He had written his name in calligraphy outside the box. How sickeningly sweet was he?

Inside you found several small boxes of candy hearts, your favorite little treats. Sam remembered when you had told him how you liked playing with them and forming cute messages.

Then you found a big box of heart-shaped chocolates. Filled with bourbon, his favorite. Chuckling you place the box along with the others on the table to search the rest of the containments. Momentarily you wonder how on earth he had time to put this together and solve whatever case he was working on.

What you found next was a big pink envelope covered with glitter and cute little heart stickers adorning it all over. Opening it you find a rose-scented letter inside. The aroma makes you laugh and shake your head. Exchanging letters were your favorite pastime as a child. Of course, he remembered.

The letter was short, but it unmistakably contained all of his love.

Dearest, Y/N,

My most beautiful angel,

I never knew how amazing life could be until I saw your face. You light up my world, my heart leaps like a hummingbird in flight every time I see you. I've never felt like before, you're my greatest inspiration.

When I think about you, I feel a warmness filling me inside. Dare I say this feels like destiny. I am sorry I couldn't be there today, soon enough we will get to celebrate together, you and I.

I will take you dancing, hold you in my arms and stare at your beautiful eyes all night long. I promise you will have the greatest night in your life.

I wish you the happiest of birthdays. I hope we will get to spend each and every future one together from now on, I love you.

Yours,

Sammy

Soft happy silver tears fall from the corner of your eyes. You never had the pleasure of receiving a letter as beautiful as this before. With a deep sigh, you place a soft kiss on the letter, hugging it against your chest.

You were loved. Wasn't that the greatest feeling in the world?

[illya-roma]

Escaping into sweet dreams(far from reality's nightmares).

It was funny at first.

The existence of ghosts. The amazed yelling and creation of his parents that barely worked without him or his sister helping.

But the portal did not work.

No.

Not at first.

They were kids, teenagers.

They thought it was funny.

So they all dressed up in hazmats, simply mocking his parents eccentric ways. Ripping the Fenton name and face stickers of them to add their own.

Just kids, going 'pew pew yer dead Danny! Nooo!' and 'I am the almighty ghost, feeeaaar meeee! Horrible acting Tucker, I applaud you.'

And their machines didn't work, so they didn't think about it. The oldest, the young adult, was upstairs in her room so if something happens she would immediately rush to help the second she hears them yell.

They didn't think about the hazards.

They were only children.

They dared each other.

And one entered the 'ghost' portal.

But to open a portal to the other side.

As the stories of those before warned.

Someone, needs to die.

When they woke up, they were afraid.

Skin changed, hair colour and clothes changed. Their faces changed but were the same.

They were different, but the same.

They were scared.

So they ran to the oldest...

And by then their shape changed once more, and looked as if nothing happened.

But they didn't notice that.

By the time the neighbors called the police.

Her brother was still trying to shake her awake.

Half of her, burned to a crisp.

Half of her, itched into their brains.

She never woke up.

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"Hello."

Bright blue hair fluttered, her head lazily resting on the palm of her hand while the other tapped on the picnic table in rhythm.

The boy, because he was only a child, jumped.

"Hn-hi?"

He stared at her longer just a little longer to note down the pointy ears, sharp fangs, and the dancing flames on her tapping fingers.

He straightened, keeping her in his vision while looking behind her.

A large house stood behind her, wooden with stones and vines growing. Flowers, plants, and what he knows are berry bushes surround the area.

"You can eat from it if you want. No favors or exchanges."

The flame ,honest to god, 'meowed' as possible and rough as fire could do. Though it took a mix of a dog and cat for a moment before returning to her fingers.

The place was beautiful, and reminded him of secrete gardens the main characters would enter to find creature beyond.

To say he was excited is an understatement.

Barely containing his amazement, he asked in pure child wonder, 'what is this place?'

It had many names she said.

Second chance, realm of the asleep, the peaceful land, the forgotten dream.

"Well, if its a dream then nobody pinch me cause I want to stay some more!"

She chuckled and stood, giving her hand.

"Well then, dreamer. What should I call you?"

He jumped, forming an open and dramatic stance. "Ta ta ra raa! Robin!"

He took her hand, and followed her to his new adventure.

'Please no'

'Please no, not my son'

The flames lowered, the ashes filled the air, what's left of the building blocked his view.

The tracker no longer worked as he he ran near and far. His eyes filling with tears, his hands bruising and bleeding as he lifted one thing after the other.

'please'

There was no logic, no ideas of what he could do. No contingency plan, and no body to be found.

He didn't stop, even if his body begged him.

No.

Stopping means falling, stopping means no body, stopping.

Stopping means he's dead.

Maybe he was gone, dead.

Another child he failed.

Another child that would never grow into the person they could have been.

All because of hi-

A yelp.

He stared to what looked like a fox.

A blue flame shaped like an animal.

And it stared at him with narrowed whites.

Then walked a step before looking back, nodding him to follow.

He walked with caution before breaking into a sprint after it began hopping faster.

The reckage spurred and turned into a blur as the fox hopped and ran faster. Looking behind them to make sure he was following.

Then they stopped and the bat almost tripped forward. The fox began digging, even though its feet did not make a dent nor scratch.

But he understands, and dug and dug till his hands shook.

And his son resurfaced.

He pressed on his pulse begging and searching an-

There,small weak but still beating.

They spoke into his ear before turning to the one that save his son.

The fox was gone, but in a world of gods, ghosts, and magic.

"Thank you."

The sounds of a plane neared.

_________

Tired af so have my brain vomits.

Dp x Dc promt

Okay so, the portal open in Danny changing him right, so he got to be a halfa.

But an explosive opening TEERING a hole in the dimension have got to blow and fuse large amounts of ectoplasm into nearby bodies.

Such as,

The closest, Sam and Tucker.

The farthest, Jazz.

Sam and Tucker get powers based on their obsessions!

Sam saving the planet, the green, a need for equality with everyone whither by legalities fighting or comfort ( complete plant and fungal control, omni language to talk with everyone and everything).

Tucker coding master, immediate knowledge about every technology that has ever popped into creation and immediate need to tinker ( man builds himself similar suit of technus while upgrading it every second).

They have high amounts of ectoplasm so they can easily change into spectra's human form ( they're still ghosts but it's practically an upgrade)

Jazz, as being the farthest one gets just enough to put her in a coma, her body's practically living on a string.

So for her love of psychology and interest in what's going on deeper in the minds of everyone around her.

She gets the ability of forcing people into unconsciousness when she finds their "line" and bringing them to her reality, the subconscious where she's in complete control.

She keeps herself alive by staying in REM sleep.

She could feel or have an idea of what's happening around the person's thread or 'line' she holds. Giving her the ability to act only as a "gut feeling" in the outside world or with a lot of energy some words.

So she helps the phantom team rest and slips academic information into their heads to keep up their grades. Makes sure to lower Danny's heart beats when he looses to much blood to allow him to heal while letting him create his own safe place or play and relax in it to lessen the pain.

Which helps the team greatly, and with more power and fighters their stress and workload decreases.

But when the team doesn't need her at the moment which is most times, she trains, strengthens her "realm" and enlarges it. She teaches herself how to hold and host multiple people at the same time just in case of disasters.

So when she finds that a vigilant or hero in need of lowering their heart rate she brings them to her realm.

Jason never expected to meet someone when joker killed him.

Batman never expected to hear someone tell him where exactly his son was.

(That was the bat's first introduction, many heroes would come forth about the young adult they would meet when obtaining lethal wounds.)

[amberrskiies]

What Amber Thinks of the Side Characters :

Idea taken from @kitsune-oji && @choccopom

Diavolo

He was technically the first ever demon I met face to face before the brothers! Honestly speaking, he scared me a little but he was actually pretty sweet and reminds me of a lost puppy or dog at least. He was pretty nice to let me go back to the human world for a bit before starting up my exchange program here cause I was on my way to submit something so yeah. I actually like his presence and I know he'll make a great King!

Did I mention he reminds me of a lost puppy?

Barbatos

Not gonna lie he scares me sometimes with his time powers and stuff! Also I think he has a torture room? I heard nothing pleasant happens there so yeah I am not gonna question him about it any further! I see him as very calm and collected and always gets the job done with no flaws but I think he too needs rest sometimes and a day off from work. Even Diavolo agrees with me on this. He's kinda like a father figure of sorts to me.

I wonder what made him scared of rats tho-

Simeon

He's an angel? It's pretty obvious on that since he's literally an Angel but he's actually a nice father/brother figure to Luke. Sadly, he doesn't know how to use Technology properly so I would have to help him out sometimes with Luke. He seems pretty happy and has a smile on his face which is probably brighter than the sun but he said I have a much brighter smile? Thanks Simeon you're very nice!

I never seen him mad but Diavolo said he's scary when mad? Now I am curious-

Luke

Baby boy!! I actually found him adorable and sweet. Though I don't get why some of the brothers call him a 'chihuahua'. I mean I know he doesn't like demons and doesn't like me being with them but I can assure him that they aren't bad as people say. We get along well and I help him bake stuff like cakes, cookies, cupcakes and anything he wants to try. He's like a little brother figure to me!

The fact that he's never going to admit that he loves Barbatos' presence is funny enough-

Solomon

Shady Mcshady? Honestly he's a grandpa at this rate. Though I am practically his apprentice and he's weirdly annoying and mysterious is something I am gonna have to get used to and the fact that I am talking to a man from the bible is cool enough. He can be annoying sometimes but I guess he's neat. Also yeah that's my nickname for him in case you're wondering!

I am honestly surprised that he had many wives but no children like not even one like how-??

Thirteen

Definition of me having a huge Gay Panic moment the minute I saw her. She's very pretty and nice to me! I honestly didn't think reapers like her existed! Though we're practically besties and she's pretty chill to hang out with as well. Definition of Girlboss and someone no person can mess with and I like that!

Stop saying she looks like a lizard-

Raphael

He looked like the type who was pretty quiet and I was like half right about it since he doesn't really show much enthusiasm or anything so I decided to tone myself down so I don't make him overwhelmed or anything. Simeon and Luke talks nice things about him so he's practically okay in my book. I don't know much about him but it doesn't hurt getting to know him more.

I thought he was mammon's twin for like a half a minute-

Mephistopheles

Another demon I don't know much about. But I remember that he was banned from the RAD's school Newspaper because he made the princess Diavolo stickers and whatnot. Kinda funny actually. he also doesn't like Lucifer from what he told me. Not a fan of angels either but he makes an exception for Luke so he's fine to me. Doesn't hurt getting to know him as well!

His hair color reminds me of an eggplant tbh-