#Optics lab experiment

[rajansmoorthy]

Experiment: To Determine the Focal Length of a Convex lens by Plotting Graphs Between u and v and 1/u and 1/v

Focal length of a convex lens: Objective To find the focal length of a convex lens using the lens formula by plotting u and v graph 1/u and 1/v graph Focal length of a convex lens: Apparatus and Material Required Convex lens (let’s assume f=10 cm) Optical bench with 3 uprights (with clamps) Optic needles Meter scale Spirit level  Focal length of a convex lens: Ray Diagram Focal length of a convex…

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[urdreamydoodles]

i would like to request Cuclops, Beast, Storm, professor X, Magneto, Gmabit with a child reader who was made from they’re dna with another person and they dound them in a lab and is now they’re child they have to look after

X-Men x Child!Reader

You are their DNA child

The X-Men each find a child created from their DNA in a lab, taking on the role of protective and nurturing mothers and fathers despite their own struggles. As they guide their children through mastering inherited powers and dealing with past trauma, they provide unconditional love and support, forming deep familial bonds.

Characters: Scott Summers, Hank McCoy, Ororo Munroe, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Remy LeBeau (+ my personal addition: Logan Howlett, Jean Grey, Kurt Wagner, Wanda Maximoff, Rogue & Laura Kinney)

I didn't think I'd enjoy writing about Child!Readers so much, so thank you for this prompt ♡ Hope you like it — Love, Marie, your friendly marvel fangirl

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

- It had been a routine mission, or at least that’s what Scott Summers thought. The X-Men had received a lead on a suspicious lab experimenting with mutant DNA, and Scott, as ever the disciplined leader, had led the charge. But nothing could have prepared him for what he found when they stormed the facility. Among the vials and tanks, amidst rows of sterile equipment, there was a child—you. Your wide eyes stared up at him through the glass container, fear and confusion swirling in them. It wasn’t until later, after the chaos settled, that Scott learned the horrifying truth: you were made from his DNA and that of another mutant. You were his daughter, created in some twisted experiment.

- Bringing you back to the mansion felt surreal. Scott, who had always struggled with family ties, now had a child to care for. He had never been one to show his emotions easily, but seeing you, so small and vulnerable, brought out something deep inside him. The first night you stayed in the mansion, you were scared, clinging to the unfamiliar surroundings. Scott sat beside your bed, his usually stoic face softened as he held your hand, unsure of what to say. “You’re safe now,” he said, his voice quiet but firm, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. “I promise.”

- The days that followed were full of awkward moments for Scott. He wasn’t used to being a father, let alone to a child created from his DNA in such a traumatic way. But as the weeks passed, he found himself growing more protective of you. He took it upon himself to teach you, both in combat and in life. Whether it was teaching you how to control your powers or helping you with homework, Scott was there, even if he fumbled through it. You were a reflection of him in so many ways—his discipline, his strength—but there was also a sweetness in you, a gentleness that Scott often struggled to express himself.

- One day, you were practicing with your optic blasts, and the frustration was clear on your face when you couldn’t get it quite right. “I’ll never be as good as you, Dad,” you said, your small fists clenched. Scott knelt down beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to be like me,” he said softly, “You just have to be you. And that’s more than enough.” His words carried a weight that neither of you fully understood at the time, but it was a turning point in your relationship. Scott wasn’t just your teacher—he was your father.

- Over time, Scott found that you brought out a side of him he hadn’t known existed. You gave him a reason to smile more, to laugh. It was in the small moments, like when you surprised him with a drawing of the two of you or when you’d curl up beside him on the couch after a long day. He wasn’t perfect, and there were moments when the weight of being a leader and a father seemed too much, but Scott never gave up on you. He had promised to keep you safe, and for Scott Summers, promises were everything.

Hank McCoy (Beast)

- Hank McCoy had always believed in science, in logic, and in facts. But nothing could have prepared him for the moment he found you in that cold, sterile lab. Among the syringes and data logs, there you were—a child created from his DNA and that of another person, a genetic experiment. At first, Hank didn’t believe it. He’d read about cloning and hybrid experiments, but seeing you, your little hands curled around a small teddy bear, he felt something crack in his usually logical mind. How could someone use his DNA for this? More importantly, how could he ever be a father?

- Bringing you home was no easy task. Hank’s lab, usually a place of quiet research and order, was suddenly filled with the chaos of a child. You asked endless questions, your curiosity insatiable, much like his own. “What does this machine do?” you’d ask, pointing at some complex piece of equipment, and Hank would patiently explain, even if your attention wandered halfway through. Despite the overwhelming change, Hank quickly realized how much you were like him—sharp, eager to learn, and always thinking two steps ahead. It wasn’t long before he found himself smiling every time you’d light up with excitement over a new discovery.

- But being a father didn’t come naturally to Hank. He was used to solving problems with science, but you were a whole different kind of puzzle. There were nights when you had nightmares, crying out for help, and Hank would rush to your side, his large, furry hands gently wiping away your tears. “I’m here,” he’d say, his deep voice soft and calming. He’d sit with you, reading one of your favorite science books until you fell asleep again, your tiny hand clutching his fur for comfort.

- One day, while you were sitting on the floor of his lab, drawing pictures of the two of you, you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Dad,” you said, hesitating for a moment. The word felt strange on your tongue, but when Hank smiled, it didn’t feel strange anymore. “Yes?” he replied, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. “Do you think I’ll ever be as smart as you?” Your question was so earnest, so full of hope. Hank knelt down beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You’re already brilliant,” he said, pride clear in his voice. “And you’ll only get smarter.”

- Hank’s life, once so full of equations and experiments, was now full of laughter, of you running through the mansion, leaving a trail of questions in your wake. You were a constant reminder that science wasn’t everything—that there were things like love and family that couldn’t be calculated or put under a microscope. And though Hank didn’t always have the answers when it came to being a father, he knew one thing for sure: you had changed his life for the better, and he wouldn’t trade that for all the knowledge in the world.

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

- Ororo Munroe, known as Storm, had always been a force of nature—both literally and figuratively. She controlled the weather with ease, a goddess in her own right. But when she found you in that hidden lab, a child made from her DNA and another’s, it was as if the wind had been knocked out of her. You were so small, so fragile, lying in a stasis pod with machines hooked up to monitor your vitals. Ororo felt a deep rage for the people who had done this, but as soon as you opened your eyes and looked up at her, that rage melted into something else—something softer.

- Taking you back to the mansion was a whirlwind, not just for you, but for Ororo as well. She was used to guiding young mutants, but being a mother? That was a different kind of responsibility. You, however, adapted quickly, attaching yourself to her like a shadow. You loved when she’d create tiny storms for you to watch—little gusts of wind that made your hair fly around, or small rain showers that you’d dance under. And despite Ororo’s usual grace and poise, you quickly learned that she was a soft touch when it came to you.

- There were moments when Ororo was unsure of herself, wondering if she could live up to the role of being your mother. One night, as thunder rumbled outside, you crept into her room, scared of the storm. Ororo, who could control even the wildest weather, pulled you close, letting you snuggle under the blankets with her. “You’re not scared of storms, are you?” you whispered, your voice trembling. Ororo smiled gently, her fingers brushing through your hair. “No, little one. I’m not.” She paused, pulling you closer. “And you don’t have to be afraid either. I will always protect you.”

- As the days turned into weeks, you became her world. She taught you everything she knew about the balance of nature and how to respect the power you might one day hold. But there were also simpler moments—Ororo teaching you how to braid your hair, laughing with you as you tried to copy her intricate designs. The X-Men often commented on how much you resembled Ororo, not just in looks but in the calm, confident way you carried yourself, even as a child. You were her legacy, and Ororo couldn’t have been more proud.

- One afternoon, after a day of training, you sat beside her in the garden, watching the flowers sway gently in the breeze she’d conjured for you. “Mom,” you said quietly, the word feeling more natural every time you used it, “Do you think I’ll ever be able to do what you do? Control the weather?” Ororo looked down at you, her smile warm and full of love. “You already have a power all your own, my dear,” she said, placing a hand on your cheek. “And one day, you’ll learn to control it, just as I did.” You nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. With Ororo by your side, you knew you could handle anything.

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

- When Charles Xavier found you in that hidden lab, it felt as though time had stopped. He had read the reports of genetic experiments being conducted on mutants, but he had never expected to find you—a child made from his DNA and another’s. The scientists who had created you intended for you to be the perfect telepath, a child who could rival even Charles in mental power. As you stared up at him, your eyes wide with confusion, Charles couldn’t help but feel a deep connection to you. You were not just an experiment—you were his child. And though the circumstances were unnatural, he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility for you.

- Bringing you back to the mansion, Charles knew that your upbringing would be difficult. Not because of your powers, which were still developing, but because you had been created in a sterile, loveless environment. You had never known the warmth of a family. He could feel your fear and uncertainty through your young mind as you clung to him. “I know this is all new for you,” Charles said softly one evening, his voice calm and reassuring. “But you are safe here. You’ll never have to be alone again.” His words weren’t just for comfort—they were a promise.

- Your powers began manifesting early on, sometimes in ways that startled even Charles. One day, during a lesson, you accidentally tapped into his mind without meaning to, and for a moment, you saw the depth of his thoughts, his past, and his pain. Frightened by what you had seen, you pulled back and cried, “I didn’t mean to!” Charles knelt before you, his eyes gentle. “It’s alright,” he said, his voice soothing. “Your powers are a part of you, just as mine are a part of me. We’ll learn to control them together.” And that’s what he did—patiently guiding you, helping you understand the vast capabilities of your mind.

- Despite his often serious demeanor, Charles loved spending time with you. He took you on walks around the mansion grounds, explaining the history of the X-Men, the importance of protecting both mutants and humans. But it wasn’t all lectures. Sometimes, he’d create small mental games for the two of you, making puzzles that you could solve together with your telepathy. He found himself enjoying the simple joy of watching you grow, both as a mutant and as his child. You weren’t just a student to him—you were family.

- One night, after a particularly long day of training, you crawled into his lap as he sat in his wheelchair, your small arms wrapping around him. “Dad,” you said quietly, “Do you think I’ll be strong enough one day? Like you?” Charles smiled softly, placing a gentle hand on your back. “You’re already strong,” he whispered, “In ways you don’t even realize yet.” His words comforted you, and as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, Charles knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would never have to face them alone.

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

- Erik Lehnsherr had seen many horrors in his life, but finding you in that lab—his child, created from his DNA and that of another—awakened a new kind of rage within him. The people who had done this saw you as nothing more than an experiment, a tool for control, and that disgusted him. When he found you, weak and scared in your containment cell, his heart broke in a way he hadn’t expected. You were small, innocent, and unaware of the forces that had brought you into the world. But as soon as he saw you, he knew one thing for certain: you were his, and he would protect you at all costs.

- Erik had never considered himself a nurturing figure, but the moment you reached for him, your tiny hand clutching the sleeve of his coat, something inside him softened. “You’re safe now,” he promised, his voice low but steady. He could see the confusion in your eyes, the fear of the unknown, but Erik was determined to make sure you never felt that way again. He took you back to his sanctuary, away from the prying eyes of the world, where he could keep you close, keep you safe.

- As the days turned into weeks, Erik began teaching you about your powers. Like him, you had control over magnetism, though your abilities were still weak and unfocused. He showed you how to manipulate small objects, how to feel the pull of metal in the air. You were eager to learn, your wide eyes always looking to him for approval. And though Erik was a strict teacher, there was a tenderness to the way he spoke to you, a gentleness that he reserved only for you. “You are strong,” he would tell you, his hands guiding yours as you lifted a metal ball with your mind. “Stronger than you know.”

- Erik wasn’t always the easiest man to be around—his anger often got the best of him, especially when it came to protecting you. He was fiercely protective, and the idea of anyone harming you sent him into a rage. But with you, he was different. You had a way of calming him, of bringing out a side of him that he had long buried. One night, after a particularly hard day of training, you climbed into his lap and rested your head on his chest. Erik froze for a moment, unaccustomed to such displays of affection, but then he relaxed, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “You’re my child,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “And I’ll always protect you.”

- The bond between you and Erik grew stronger every day. He wasn’t perfect—his anger and need for control sometimes made things difficult—but you never doubted his love for you. He taught you to be strong, to stand tall, and to never let anyone make you feel small. And though Erik was often seen as a villain by the world, to you, he was a father—a man who loved you fiercely and would do anything to keep you safe.

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

- When Remy LeBeau found you in that lab, it felt like a punch to the gut. You were a child—his child—created from his DNA and that of another person. Remy wasn’t the kind of man to be easily shaken, but the sight of you, so small and scared in that cold, sterile room, hit him harder than anything else ever had. You looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes, and in that moment, something inside him changed. He had never expected to be a father, especially not like this, but as he reached out to you, offering you his hand, he knew he couldn’t walk away.

- Remy brought you back to the mansion, unsure of how to be a father but determined to figure it out. From the moment you arrived, you clung to him, and despite his usual carefree attitude, Remy felt a deep sense of responsibility for you. He’d always been a bit of a rogue, someone who played by his own rules, but when it came to you, everything was different. He found himself caring in ways he never thought possible. You were his petite, and he would do anything to make sure you were happy and safe.

- Life with Remy was never boring. He taught you how to play cards, how to move silently through a room without being noticed, and even a few harmless tricks to keep life fun. But it wasn’t all fun and games—Remy also took his role as your father seriously, even if he didn’t always show it in the traditional way. He was patient with you, always ready with a smile or a joke when things got tough. “Don’t worry, mon chéri,” he’d say when you struggled with your powers. “We’ll figure it out together, eh? Jus’ gotta take it one step at a time.”

- One evening, after a long day of training with your powers, you sat beside him on the porch, watching the sun set. You had been quiet all day, and Remy could tell something was on your mind. “What’s on ya mind, petite?” he asked, his voice soft and full of concern. You looked up at him, hesitating for a moment before asking, “Do you think I’ll ever be as good as you, Dad?” Remy chuckled softly, ruffling your hair. “Cher, you already better than me,” he said with a grin. “You just don’t know it yet.”

- Remy wasn’t perfect—he made mistakes, and sometimes his past caught up with him—but when it came to you, he was always there. He taught you not just how to use your powers, but how to navigate life with a sense of humor and a light heart. You were his pride and joy, and though he didn’t always say it, you knew he loved you more than anything. Remy LeBeau, the infamous Gambit, was a man of many faces, but to you, he was just Dad—the man who made you laugh, who taught you to be strong, and who loved you more than anyone ever could.

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

- When Logan first found you in that lab, he wasn’t sure what to think. You were a kid—his kid, created from his DNA and that of another person. Logan had been through more than his fair share of experiments, but this one felt personal in a way that cut deeper than any blade ever had. The moment he saw you, small and confused in the sterile environment of the lab, something inside him clicked. He was a lone wolf by nature, but now? Now, he wasn’t alone. He had you.

- Taking you out of that lab and bringing you back to the mansion was one of the hardest things Logan had ever done. Not because you were difficult, but because the situation felt so foreign to him. He didn’t know how to be a father, not after everything he’d been through. But when you grabbed onto his hand, refusing to let go, he realized that maybe, just maybe, this was something he needed—something you both needed. “You’ll be alright, kid,” he muttered, his voice gruff but comforting. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

- Life with Logan was rough around the edges, but there was a certain comfort in it. He was protective, always keeping an eye on you, making sure you were safe. Your powers, inherited from him, were slow to develop, but he was patient, teaching you the best way he knew how. When your claws first emerged, you were scared—terrified of what they meant, of what you might become. But Logan just knelt beside you, showing you his own claws. “Ain’t nothin’ to be afraid of,” he said quietly. “We got the same blood. We’ll figure it out together.”

- Despite his gruff demeanor, Logan had a soft spot for you. He wasn’t the type to show affection openly, but there were little moments that made you feel safe and loved. Sometimes, he’d ruffle your hair or take you on quiet walks in the woods surrounding the mansion, sharing stories from his long, complicated past. And though he didn’t say it often, you knew he cared. “You’re tougher than you think, kid,” he’d say after a particularly hard day of training. “Don’t let anyone tell ya different.”

- One night, after a long day of training and dealing with the chaos of the X-Men’s missions, you sat beside Logan on the porch, watching the stars. You leaned into him, and to your surprise, he didn’t pull away. Instead, he put a strong arm around you, his usual gruff expression softening for just a moment. “Ain’t easy, bein’ like us,” he said quietly. “But you’re doin’ good, kid. Real good.” His words, simple as they were, meant everything to you. Logan wasn’t just your protector—he was your father, the one who would always be there, no matter what.

Jean Grey (Phoenix)

- When Jean Grey found you in that lab, it felt as if her heart had stopped. You were small, frail, and afraid—her child, created from her DNA and someone else’s. Jean had always known the world could be cruel, but seeing you, a child born from her, used in an experiment, broke her heart in ways she hadn’t expected. As you looked up at her, your wide, uncertain eyes searching for answers, Jean knew she had to protect you, to show you that you were more than just a project—you were her daughter, and you would never have to face the world alone.

- Bringing you to the X-Mansion, Jean took it upon herself to make sure you felt safe and loved. She was nurturing by nature, but being a mother, especially under such strange circumstances, was new to her. You had been raised in a lab, never knowing the warmth of a family, and Jean could sense the confusion and fear in your mind. “It’s okay,” she would often tell you, her voice soft and full of love. “I’m here now. You don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

- Your powers began to manifest slowly, but Jean was there every step of the way. Like her, you had telepathic abilities, but they were unpredictable, sometimes overwhelming. Jean knew what it was like to be afraid of your own mind, so she guided you patiently, helping you control your powers in a way that didn’t scare you. “I know it’s hard,” she would say when you struggled, “but we’ll work through it together. You’re never alone in this.”

- Jean was the type of mother who balanced discipline with love. She taught you about responsibility, the importance of using your powers for good, but she also made sure you had a childhood filled with warmth and care. She loved reading with you, taking you out to the garden, and spending quiet moments with you when the mansion was still. “You’re going to do great things,” she would whisper to you before bed. “I can already feel it.” Her belief in you was unwavering, and that gave you the strength to keep going.

- One night, after a particularly overwhelming day with your powers, you burst into tears, afraid of the thoughts and emotions that were swirling in your head. Jean held you close, her arms wrapped around you in a protective embrace. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” she said, her voice gentle and soothing. “You’re stronger than you know. And no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you.” Her words calmed you, and as you drifted off to sleep in her arms, you knew that with Jean as your mother, you would always be loved and protected.

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

- Kurt Wagner’s heart broke the moment he found you in that cold, dark lab. You were a child—his child, created from his DNA and someone else’s. The scientists had clearly been experimenting on you, trying to replicate Kurt’s teleportation abilities, and the thought made him sick to his stomach. You were frightened, huddled in the corner of the cell, but when you looked up and saw Kurt, something changed. Despite your fear, you recognized him—your father—and in that moment, Kurt knew he had to get you out of there. He teleported into the cell and scooped you into his arms, holding you close as he whispered, “You’re safe now, mein kind. I’m going to take care of you.”

- Life with Kurt was full of warmth and love, despite the strangeness of your origins. He was a kind, gentle soul, and he made sure you always felt safe and loved in your new home at the mansion. You had been raised in a lab, and the world outside was new and overwhelming to you, but Kurt was always there to guide you through it. “The world can be a little scary sometimes,” he would say, his voice soft and full of love, “but you don’t have to face it alone. We’ll figure it out together, ja?”

- Your powers began to manifest early on, much like Kurt’s. You could teleport, though it was unpredictable, and it scared you at first. But Kurt was patient with you, teaching you how to control your abilities with care and precision. “It’s like a dance,” he would tell you with a smile. “You just have to find your rhythm.” He made it fun, turning your training sessions into games, and soon enough, you were teleporting with ease, your laughter filling the air as you disappeared and reappeared around the mansion.

- Kurt was the kind of father who filled your life with joy and laughter. He loved taking you on little adventures, teleporting you to different places around the mansion, or even to quiet spots in the nearby forest where the two of you could sit and talk. He would tell you stories of his own childhood, of his time with the X-Men, and you always felt a deep connection to him. “You’re a gift,” he would say to you often, his golden eyes full of warmth. “And I’m so proud to be your father.”

- One evening, after a particularly difficult day with your powers, you found yourself frustrated and on the verge of tears. Kurt noticed immediately and teleported to your side, wrapping you in a gentle embrace. “It’s okay, mein kind,” he said softly, his tail curling around you protectively. “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you. And that’s more than enough.” His words were comforting, and as you leaned into his embrace, you realized that no matter what challenges you faced, you would always have Kurt by your side, loving and supporting you every step of the way.

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

- When Wanda found you in that lab, her heart ached in a way she hadn’t felt since losing her brother. There you were, small and fragile, created from her DNA and that of someone else’s, a product of twisted science. The fact that they had used her powers, her very essence, to bring you into existence shook her to the core. But as she reached out, sensing your fear and confusion, Wanda’s maternal instincts kicked in. She saw herself in you, vulnerable and lost. “You’re coming with me,” she whispered, her voice soft yet firm. And with a wave of her hand, she made sure the lab was nothing but a distant memory for the both of you.

- Adjusting to life outside of the lab wasn’t easy for you. Wanda knew that better than anyone—she had struggled with control over her powers too. But she was patient with you, teaching you how to harness your abilities in a way that didn’t overwhelm you. You inherited a portion of her reality-altering powers, though on a much smaller scale. Still, they frightened you at times, and Wanda was always there, offering a calm, understanding presence. “It’s okay to be scared,” she would say gently, holding your hand. “But you’re not alone. I’ll help you control it.”

- Wanda took a different approach to parenting than most, understanding that you had been through so much already. She was nurturing and protective, but she also gave you space to find yourself. Some days, the two of you would sit together in the living room, working on spells and abilities in a way that felt more like a bonding experience than training. “You’re stronger than you think,” she’d tell you, her eyes glowing softly with pride. “And I’ll always be here to guide you.”

- Despite the intensity of her own life, Wanda made sure you had moments of normalcy. She’d take you out for walks, playfully manipulate reality to make flowers bloom in winter, or make the stars shine brighter just for you. There were quiet evenings where the two of you would sit outside, watching the moon, and she’d tell you stories of her own childhood, of Sokovia, and of her brother Pietro. “Family is everything,” she’d say, a soft sadness in her voice. “And you, my dear, are my family.”

- One night, after a particularly hard day, you broke down in front of Wanda, frustrated with your powers and the fear of becoming something you didn’t understand. Wanda knelt down in front of you, wiping your tears away with a gentle touch. “You are not your powers,” she said softly, her voice steady but full of emotion. “You are so much more. And no matter what happens, I’ll always be by your side. You’re my child, and I love you.” The warmth in her words, the unconditional love, wrapped around you like a shield, and for the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

Rogue (Anna-Marie)

- Rogue had been through enough in her life to know that no one asked for the cards they were dealt. But when she found you in that lab, hooked up to machines, created from her DNA and another’s, it shook her to the core. The guilt hit her hard—someone had taken her powers, her life force, and used them to create you. As she gently pulled you out of that cold, sterile environment, she looked down at your young face, full of fear and uncertainty, and felt a fierce protective instinct rise within her. “C’mon, sugar,” she said softly, brushing your hair out of your face. “Ain’t nobody gonna hurt ya now.”

- Rogue wasn’t sure how to be a mother, especially considering her powers, but she was determined to make it work. She had never been able to touch people without fear, but with you, it was different. The scientists had altered something in your genetic makeup, allowing you to be immune to her powers, meaning she could hold you, comfort you, without the fear of harming you. And for the first time in a long time, Rogue felt like she could give someone the care and affection she’d always longed to give. “Ain’t that somethin’,” she’d say with a smile as she hugged you, grateful for the chance to finally feel human connection.

- You had inherited a version of Rogue’s powers, but they were different, more unstable. You couldn’t quite control when or how you absorbed someone’s abilities, and that scared you. But Rogue was patient, guiding you through your struggles with a warmth and understanding that only she could provide. “It’s okay, baby,” she’d say whenever you felt like you were losing control. “We’ll figure it out together. I know what it’s like to feel scared of your own skin, but I promise, you’re gonna be just fine.”

- Rogue was fiercely protective of you, always making sure you felt safe and loved. She’d take you out on long rides on her motorcycle, teaching you the thrill of the open road while also making sure you knew that no matter what, you had someone in your corner. She shared stories of her own life, her struggles with her powers, and how she found a family in the X-Men. ���We’re family now,” she’d say, her Southern drawl comforting and familiar. “And family sticks together, no matter what.”

- One day, after a particularly rough incident where you accidentally absorbed another mutant’s abilities, you were left feeling scared and ashamed. Rogue found you curled up in your room, and she sat down beside you, pulling you into her arms. “Listen here, sugar,” she said softly, her voice full of warmth. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with you. We all got our struggles, but you’re strong. Stronger than you know. And no matter what happens, I’m here for you. Always.” Her words, her unwavering support, made you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

Laura Kinney (X-23/Wolverine)

- Laura wasn’t one for showing emotion, but when she found you in that lab, something shifted inside her. You were a product of the same twisted science that had created her, only this time, they had used her DNA along with someone else’s to make you. Seeing you, so small and fragile, hooked up to those machines, brought back memories she had tried to bury. But you were different—you were hers. Without a second thought, she destroyed the lab and took you into her arms, her voice soft but firm as she whispered, “You’re coming with me.”

- Life with Laura wasn’t easy, but she was determined to be the mother you deserved. She wasn’t used to caring for someone else, especially not a child, but she knew what it was like to grow up alone, to feel abandoned, and she refused to let that happen to you. She didn’t talk much, but her actions spoke louder than words. She made sure you were safe, protected, and had everything you needed. And when you were scared, she’d sit with you in silence, her presence alone enough to make you feel secure. “I’m here,” she’d say quietly, her hand resting on your shoulder. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

- Like Laura, you had inherited claws, but yours were different—more unpredictable. Sometimes they would come out when you didn’t want them to, and other times you struggled to control your healing factor. Laura knew what that was like, and she was patient, teaching you how to manage your powers with a quiet strength that you came to rely on. “It’s not about control,” she’d say as she watched you practice. “It’s about understanding who you are. You’re not a weapon. You’re my child.”

- Despite her stoic nature, Laura was protective in a way that only a mother could be. She’d watch over you constantly, making sure you were never in danger. She didn’t express her love through words, but through actions—taking you hunting in the woods, teaching you survival skills, and making sure you knew how to defend yourself. “I’m not always going to be here,” she’d say, her voice low and serious. “But you’re strong. You can handle anything.”

- One night, after a particularly hard day of training, you broke down, frustrated with your abilities and feeling like you were more of a burden than anything else. Laura sat down beside you, silent at first, before she spoke quietly, her voice filled with an emotion she rarely showed. “You’re not a burden,” she said, her eyes fixed on the horizon. “You’re my child. And I’m proud of you. No matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you.” Her words, though simple, carried a weight that made you feel loved and understood in a way you hadn’t before. With Laura as your mother, you knew you were never truly alone.

[smallestapplin]

rereading your harem fanfic again bcs me love it

Still love the way soundy just drop everything/his work to fuck Mc, the way his servis shaking. He's so needy. They are all

Shockwave babe you too also in mc harem don't pretend you don't like it ooh you actually love it right ooohh (I'm sucker for this man)

Soundwave is filled with love, he very much would carry you around if he could! But sadly you are technically Megatron's first, and the crews second, but he drops everything the second it's his turn for you.

You know he's recording everything so he can watch it later when he's alone, just watching you with his tender expression hidden behind his visor.

Optics taking in how your valve struggles to take him, how your stomach bulges at the intrusion. And your cries could make him overload alone! How your small fleshy servos trap onto his, clinging to him as you sob that he's 'S'deep! M'gonna- gonna cum- Soundwave pleease-!!'

He's greedy with his time with you.

Shockwave, however, is very much pretending to be uncaring but he wants you as his pet and his pet alone. It annoys him that he must share with the others, when he could just have you in his lab twnety-four seven, pick apart your sweet spots, and what makes you tick.

Then spear you open on his spike again and again.

Maybe even craft toys to use on you, test the limits of what you can handle and take. Perhaps even reward you for taking his experiments well, just so you'll do more.

When Shockwave has you no one will get you for the remainder of the day until Megatron has had enough and wants his human back. However you always are brought back fucked dumb, spike drunk, and filled with transfluid.

Shockwave will do it again, he does not care.

He notes down every last detail of you, picks you apart, and ensures you're addicted to him and the tools he uses on you. He even gets Megatron to sign off on plugging your valve after you've been fragged and stuffed full of transfluid.

What better way to keep their little human pet needy and always ready to take someone's spike, then making sure they are horny all the time? You barely get any rest, but in truth it's so good, too good.

just by Shockwave's design.

[revelboo]

Holy guacamole finding your account is like finding the holy grail. Thoughts on tfp shockwave??

Oh, no. I feel so bad for him. Casual TF fans can just see him and Whirl and vaguely wonder why they look so different and not know the horrible lore implications…. I miss those happy days and unfortunately I do know, so you have to suffer too for asking.

Point of Extinction

TFP Shockwave x Reader

Warnings: 18+ 🌶️

• Routines to ground him. An exact number of swipes with a cleaning rag after disinfecting his work station after another failed experiment. Routines to keep him busy so his processor can’t dredge up those broken fragments that make no sense to him. Confusing flickers of memories that are and aren’t his. “Enter,” he says, using a servo to slide a tool back precisely where it goes. Order. This he can control.

• Antenna flicking up as the vehicon enters his lab, a box in its servos. And that snares him. Two hands like he’d had. No, that’s not right. Helm tipping down to stare at the cannon at the end of his arm, there’s a moment of disconnect before he’s back. Did he have two hands once? He can’t remember. Logical steps. That chaos isn’t his, it belongs to a stranger. “The counter.”

• Watches the vehicon set the box down and immediately retreat. Unwilling to stick around. They fear him and he understands the concept, but it’s not a thing he really understands. Illogical emotion that can control a mech, twist them into making wrong decisions. Emotional decisions.

• Lifting the lid, he stares at his newest specimen. Number 13. A human. The little creature is slumped at the bottom of the container, breathing but still. The last twelve earth creatures had been smaller, too delicate to survive long. This isn’t what he expected the vehicon to bring him, only specifying something more sturdy than the birds, cats, and lizards he’d been provided before. Something that will last long enough to get conclusive data.

• Reaching in to nudge it before he carefully picks it up in his servos and lifts it free of the box. It’s warm against his metal flesh, his antenna angling forward as the creature stirs. Makes a noise of pain as its eyes open and land on his single glowing optic and stay there. Leaning in to study it as its breathing begins to speed, its eyes widening. Reacting with some emotion. And then it screams, the sharp unexpected sound nearly enough to make him drop it, servos tightening on it until it’s clawing at him, wheezing. Antenna back, he puts it back in the box. “Silence.”

• Heart racing, you scramble to press against the wall of the box you’re trapped in as far from the pointy metal, nightmare as you can get. That one glowing red eye is still staring at you as it makes a noise. “Experiment number 13. Human.” That thing has no mouth you can see, but you can hear it just fine as you slide down to pull your knees tight to your body. Experiment? Where are you? What happened? The last thing you remember is leaving work late.

• “Wait- please I’m not supposed to be here.” It’s speaking to him and he hesitates in reaching for his data pad. The other twelve hadn’t been sentient. Unable to answer his inquiries except by going under his blades. Tapping his cannon against his thigh, he shifts to stare in at it again. Wide eyes stare up at him, the little nails of its fingers digging into its arms. “Please.” Illogical pleas to sway him to release it, voice taut with emotion he can’t identify. “I’m not supposed to be here.” Its voice breaks and that off balance disconnect flares again. A memory his and not his. Had he said those same words? In that same terrified tone? He’s not sure, but he’s frozen.

Next

[tinydefector]

TFP Shockwave with a pet human who he's come to be rather affectionate with absent mindedly and has become more interactive with them outside of experiments even. One day human goes missing / isn't in usual spot and Shockwave is trying to figure out wtf is going on but then a con makes a cruel joke (anyone of choosing I thought arachnid or starscream) that they fell out of their cage and got caught underfoot whoopsies . how does Shockwave react before the human comes out from their hiding spot where they were resting??? O_O

Out of Reach

Shockwave x human

Warning: none

Word count: 1k

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Shockwave grew increasingly troubled as his thorough search of the lab turned up no sign of his human companion. They were always precisely where he expected upon his arrival, yet this cycle they were nowhere to be found. A nagging unease arose within the Decepticon scientist, though he remained outwardly calm as he searched.

Shockwave diligently swept across the laboratory once more, searching for any trace or clue that could indicate the human's whereabouts or condition. This simply made no logical sense. They had never hidden from him, something must have happened. Had something interfered with the lab's systems without triggering alerts? No breaches were indicated. Shockwave did not appreciate unexplained variables in his work.The sooner this small mystery was solved, the better.

Arachnid watches with a smirk on her lips as Shockwave walks through the halls checking different areas and in hopes that his little companion was just hiding. "Missing something Shockwave?" She inquires with a raised optic brow, not looking rather interested.

Shockwave paused in his meticulous vent searches to regard the inquisitive Arachnid. She took far too much pleasure in others' losses, however minor.

"My human subject is absent from their Enclosure without explanation," he stated flatly. No sense indulging her obvious gloating. "Their whereabouts remain unknown." Her smirk only widened. "And you thought you had everything so neatly ordered. Surprises happen, even to our beloved scientist." Her tone held thinly veiled mockery. "Perhaps a fleshling has more spirit than you gave it credit for."

Shockwave disregarded her taunting for now. "If you possess any data that could aid my investigation, speak. Else your presence here serves no purpose." His patience for games was nonexistent. She lets out a huff as she turns away. "Last I saw them Starscream was rambling about discarding the little pest, I would much rather have added them to my collection, but no use once they are squished" she replies amusement flicking in her optics. It makes Shockwave's spark go cold at the thought.

Starscream, interfering in his work yet again... but to harm the human? It made no sense. "Elaborate. What precisely did Starscream say?" Starscream's actions often lacked reason, but there had to be a thread of logic here. The thought of harm coming to his research subject was. displeasing.

His optic narrowed on Arachnid, another smile graced her lips. "If my memory serves correctly, starscream stepped on them when he was in your laboratory last, and decided it was easier to discard them before they made a mess with all their bloo " she teases. She was going to see just how far Shockwave was willing to go for the little flesh bag.

Something akin to anger flashed through Shockwave's circuits at Arachnid's vague 'memory' and obvious game. Starscream would pay dearly for damaging laboratory property and disrupting critical research. His optic burned into hers. "Show me. Now."

Starscream looks up from his data pad when the sound of Shockwave's shadow forms over him. Arachnid gives him a little wave before stalking off, leaving Shockwave with him. "What can I do for you, Shockwave, as you can see I am rather busy" he states, wings flickering in annoyance at being interrupted.

"You will explain the human's current status and your role in their disappearance, Starscream," he stated calmly. Too calmly, given the swirling calculations within his processor. "Arachnid insinuated you were involved with deactivating them."

Starscream shifted uneasily under that baleful optical lens. “How dare you accuse me!” he snarls as his optics glare at the scientist. Shockwave cut him off. "The human. Where is it? I will have answers, one way or another. Do not test me further, Starscream."

"You babbling Moron I haven't been anywhere near your Lab nor near that disgusting little creature you adore!I'm Sure Arachnid would just love to add them to her collection of prizes and is using this time to hunt them" Starscream snarls out wings flickering even more as Shockwave threatens him.

The moment those words leave Starscream, Shockwave turned on a heel strut and departed, optic aglow with sheer anger. When Shockwave stalks back into his laboratory Arachnid isn't paying attention as she looks through the vents eager to try and find the human before Shockwave's return.A faint whirring was Shockwave's only warning before his blaster cannon trained directly on Arachnid's backstrut. "Cease your prowling immediately, My companion is off limits as is instructed by Lord Megatron" he commanded, weapon charged and ready.

She froze at the sound of his calm yet irrefutable voice. “Such a shame, yet you still have found your precious little pet, perhaps they have finally abandoned you” she sneers back at him. His optic narrowed to a slit. He took a measured step forward. "The human. Where have you hidden or disposed of them, Arachnid?" A hiss escaped her in mingled frustration and wary respect. Lying to Shockwave was never wise. Slowly, delicately, she extracted herself away from the vent. "I have no idea."

Movement catches Shockwave optics from over on his bench, it makes both Decepticons helms snap to the moment. "What time is it?" the little human asked while rubbing their eyes as they pulled the large cloth around their body. walking out of the unoccupied crate that originally held Shockwave's energon cube rations. Arachnid snarls as she pushes Shockwave off before stalking out of the lab. "What was that about?" They mumble tiredly.

Shockwave's cannon whirred down as he took in the dishevelled yet apparently unharmed human, "It is roughly mid-cycle," he replied calmly, his servo moving across their frame taking in their appearance making sure they are not injured. all traces of anger leave his processes.

"You appear undamaged. How did you get to be within the energon container? Arachnid led me to believe you'd been.harmed." he questioned, Relief pulsed through his lines, though he showed no outward emotion.

"I fell asleep in there last night while you were working, sorry I didn't mean to cause any issues" they state as he lifts them up. Shockwave processed this new information and he cursed himself for not checking the crate. "You have nothing for which to apologise for " he replied calmly, holding the human against his chassis. “I ask that you alert me as to your wear about before recharge for your own safety” he states before setting down with them in his servos.

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"Manic Episode" GN BOT! Reader + Red Alert, Skyfire, Starscream, Thundercracker

Summary: You're having a manic episode.

Warnings: Symptoms of mental illness? (Written by a mentally ill person)

Genere/Theme: Platonic

G1 characters: Red alert, Skyfire, Starscream, Thundercracker.

Notes: This is based on my own personal experience with my own manic episodes.

Pronouns: You, you, yours.

Red alert almost shorts a circuit when he walks into the cafeteria at three a.m., expecting it to be empty only to almost walk right into you. He yells a bit in shock then realizes it's you- but he's cautious- because why in Primus's name are you here now of all times? You bluntly end up snapping you were, in your own words, "glitched" and "having a manic episode." That's why you were there... apparently. Red alerts only up because his sensors were acting up, so he's, of course, suspicious of that fact. But you just nod and go back to your- whatever manic late night business and Red alert goes on his own business too. With a note to keep an optic out for you...

Eventually, you run into each other, or he even just sees you up enough times randomly late at night that Red Alerts processor starts registering it as normal. Also, the nights he happened to see up you late were the next days after he'd see you visibly exhausted. So the facts certainly line up at least. So he eventually accepts it as the plausible fact of what you're doing without alternative motives. At that point, he'll be asking you if you've seen anyone else up or if it's just you. Yeah, see, now he's using you to help satiate his own stress. With Red Alert is like mental illness + mental illness the way he's working you and making you look over shit for his own stress episodes. You both have your respective mental episodes, but at least you're doing it together in a crossover episode.

Red alert usually relieves whoevers on watch the nights he's up, and soon enough, he starts inviting you to help him keep watch because you know what's normal at night in the ark now. Depending on whose actually supposed to be on watch, they might just stick around and be the third to your mentally ill duo. (Bluestreak, Trailbreaker, or Inferno) regardless it's either you and him or whoever decides to be third person at four am talking about the cameras and anything else that catches someone's intrigue. (Inferno's usually the only one who'll stay until you both leave yourselves, though.) At least the manic nights weren't as empty, and you had fewer chances for the lows to catch up with you.

Prowl usually walks in seeing you both (or three) and is immediately telling you both hes comming Ratchet that you've both pulled an all-nighter. You're out the door before Red Alert is even out of his chair, but Red alerts not fair behind cursing and ducking under Prowls door wing on the way out.

-

Skyfire does late nights, too, but not to the unhealthy degree you will. He only sees you at night because of this, and he eventually sees you too much and gently asks if you have trouble sleeping. You end up bluntly admitting to being in the middle of a manic episode, and Skyfire suddenly understands why you seemed a touch more- eccentric. But Skyfire can't help trying to help you since he's used to helping in these scenarios. Starscream used to get episodes like this, so he's aware aware and has a few different plans in his proccessor.

Skyfire is he real one and the absolute best you'll get at the ark. He's also the only one at the ark who knows it's not just the highs but the lows, so he's got you fully covered. He'll ask if you need something to do and like he expects, you accept. So he has you do lower effort but still working tasks. Help him sort these datapads, help him review this for errors, help him move some of the equipment to Wheeljacks lab. Skyfire also knows how to get a manic episode to maybe settle so he coaxes you into sitting at his desk to share a cube and talk as a "break". Skyfire leans against his desk and talks with you nothing serious just to get you going. You eventually start slowly crashing having been forced to slow down. And Skyfire watches you wind down more and more. You close your optics where your leaned against his desk, but Skyfire keeps talking about nothing and everything. Very aware you could jolt back awake if you didn't enter recharge all the way yet.

Skyfire eventually pauses and waits for a response from you. Hearing none, Skyfire lets you recharge in peace and heads for recharge himself. For Starscream, it was rarely one day and done, so he knows you'll probably be the same the day after. So he comms Hoist to talk with you at least the morning after. Starscreams episodes weren't typically triggered randomly, so Skyfire can only imagine something has set you off.

-

Starscream is a fucking disastrous combo to also have a manic episode with. Especially when hes more than likely only awake because he's having his own manic episode. This is like somehow accidentally syncing your menstrual cycle with your high-school bully. You meet in the nemesis hallway in the dead of night and get into a verbal argument which quickly leads to a physical one. It either escalates till you exhaust each other or Soundwave or Primus forbid Megatron has to get out of recharge to break you up. But regardless it ends with you both bleeding energon, injured, and scuffed in the otherwise empty canteen. Your both sitting next to each other drinking energon. Which is either the best it could be or the worst it could be. It's either early enough in the next solar cycle the energon dispenser has refreshed itself. So the energons as clean as it would get. Or it's not late enough so your stuck drinking the energon equivalent of almost straight coffee grounds. But you both drink it regardless because your fuel tanks were empty.

Neither of you talk or even look at one another. You just drink your energon. And for the first time since Starscreams been trapped on this mud ball, he feels- some sort of peace. You wouldn't be able to torture that out of him, but it's something he recognizes, at least. So Starscream starts searching you out for stress relief when he can see the signs of your own manic episode peaking out. Which is you just beating the slag out of each other till you're exhausted enough to crash from your respective mania.

Eventually, he ends up commanding you to come with him and "Make your useless self busy!" Starscream is working you in his lab now when he's manic or you both are. This leads to you still verbally yelling at one another and only occasionally physically fighting. Surprisingly. But what? You don't know what the frag you're doing!? Dumbaft! You're copying his results from one datapad to another. Sort these slagging datapads! He'll make you his damn Turborat if need be.

Most manic nights now usually end with you crashed out on his laboratory floor. Starscream sees your unbothered uncreased recharge expression, and Starscream wants to kill you for it. Teach you a lesson in letting your guard down around a con, let alone him. But Starscream just scoffs every time and goes back to his other projects. He was too slagging tired to put in the effort right now anyway. Starscream usually passes out at his table when he crashes, and you're always gone by the time he comes back out of recharge anyway. He couldn't be bothered to track you down and properly put you down for it the next cycle, either.

-

Thundercracker almost hits you with his wing when he whips around hearing you up now of all times. You're by the wall, keeping busy with your hands with something, and you just barely give him a glance when you see him. You just arch an optical ridge and return to your task. And Thundercracker almost turns and leaves with you having seen him. They weren't exactly permitted for late night flights, but Thundercracker hadn't been caught- until you. But he's above you in ranking technically, so he just turns and continues his way to the flight exit of the nemesis. He sees you in the same spot when he comes back and prepares for you to squeal to someone. Soundwave, Starscream or heaven forbid Megatron.

So he waits the next couple of solar cycles, and you just- don't say anything. Thundercracker hasn't been reprimanded or punished. So now he's suspicious. What slag do you want from him? Thundercrackers bluntly asking you as much the next time you catch him going to the flight deck late. You just seemed to think for a moment and asked for something to do. To keep you busy. You couldn't recharge no matter what so you'd rather be busy then not. Which- was something. If you're a flyer Thundercracker just scoffed before dragging you out with him on his own late night flight- you wanted to do something he'd use you to help him run through flight practices. Which sucks, Thundercrackers still stand offish as ever regardless, but it's something to do with your energy.

If you're a grounder, he's stuck with his optic ridge furrowed in thought. Thundercracker eventually snaps out of it and tells you how you can't be demanding him for anything in the first place as a spark damned grounder and turns to continue to the flight deck. He only stops when you say, How if that's true he won't mind if you let slip you saw him to Soundwave. Thundercracker grits his denta and marches back to you. Fine, you want something to do?! He pulls a datapad out of his subspace and jabs it into your chassis and demands you sort every file in order by how important it was and clear out any files that were older than an earth month. With that, Thundercracker turns without looking at your expression and goes on his night flight.

He comes back and finds you waiting and already holding the datapad back out to him and demanding another task. So Thundercracker starts saving the bit of easy, busy paperwork he has for you to do. You end up arguing with each other every time, but slowly, the insults get less heated. Then, one night, Thundercrackers pissed as can be because Skywarp pranked Astrotrain, and Thundercracker was the one who suffered for it! Thundercracker snaps and starts ranting about Skywarp before he even takes you flying/gives you his datapad, and you just listen- and then you start actually talking to each other after that. And it's- very undecepticon, but Thundercracker starts liking it. And he eventually finds he actually likes it a lot. He likes talking with you now- Thundercracker likes spending time with you.

Thundercracker starts actually looking forward to your little late night flies and / or talks. He'll eventually take you for a non combative flight or let you review something a bit more important than his paperwork...

[dragonridernoobie]

I’m kinda embarrassed cause I messed up last time so I may go anonymous for a lil bit but I had an idea! Okay transformers=shiny reader who likes shiny things=crow behavior

And what do crows love?! SHINYS! Now to ideas for this Crow!Reader who keeps just trying to collect the transformers(wether reader is like a crow harpy/actually has bird characteristics or is human/crybertronian is up to u😌) ORRRRRRR she keeps bringing them shiny things cause she likes them and is trying to court them but they don’t get it, and reader is super possessive of her shiny things

Characters: Optimus(TFP or Bayverse you can pick!) Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Megatron(I’ve read all of the fics for him and need more:,))

Don't be embarrassed. We all do stupid shit, but if you still want to go anonymous then go ahead. Remmber one of my rules here are no shame. Also, I like this. I will try my best, hope you like it!

TFP X Avian Reader

Background info: The reader is an escaped experiment from MECH. They tried to make a super human but failed, this is for the optimus one.

Also, reader is an avian. I think it fits better. Also, this is what a avian looks like.

Optimus

Optimus was minding his own business. He was following an energon single intel he came across a massive trap laid out by MECH.

Inside he found reader.

He was amazed since he never seen a human with feathers or wings.

He definitely noticed how they acted like a bird. Meaning reader ruffled up their feather's, and tried to make themselves bigger.

Like an owl.

How an owl dose it

He talks calmy to it and frees it.

Reader takes this chance to fly away.

Optimus was surprised, worried, and sad that reader flue away but he hopes to find them again

Weeks past and optimus starts to find strange objects right outside of the base

Broken beer peices, rings, cans, even an engergon crystal once.

When he stayed up late to catch the intruder, he finds reader.

She was the one bringing the stuff to the base.

Optimus takes this opportunity to try to help and earn trust from the reader.

It takes a Hella long time.

But reader comes when optimus calls them and will actally bring him things he lost.

Even ancient objects that reader can carry.

Wheeljack

When wheeljack was captured by the decepticons he was brought into Knockouts lab.

(Shockwave wasent in the story yet)

While he hanged there, he noticed movement from the corner of his optic.

When he looks over, he finds reader looking at him curious from her contaner.

Wheeljack was definitely surprised since he knows humans don't look like giant turkeys.

He tries to talk to it, but reader just dose clicks and chirps.

When wheeljack has the ability to knockout...knockout...ya

He takes this chance to grab the container reader is in and runs out of the decepticon warship.

Once back at his jackhammer, he opens the container and reader quickly flies off.

Wheeljack definitely will tell the autobots but pains no mind to reader.

She's free, no longer in danger, no longer his problem.

After a couple of weeks after the incident, wheeljack flies off earth to find more autobots.

That's when he hears wierd noises at the back of the jackhammer.

He goes back to investigate. Preparing since it could be a con.

But he finds reader, making nest out of his tools.

He is surprised but tries to talk to reader.

He is surprised when reader hands him a can.

He learns quickly that shiny is readers favorite thing.

Ratchet

Ratchet was going thru the internet at base, looking for any spotting of weird things.

Like ancient shit.

That's when he came across a article about a moth/bird person.

He knew humans made up alot of woerd story's to scare there kind.

He would have dismissed it, if it wasent for the fact in the picture, this moth/bird thing had a necklace.

An ancient cybertronian artifact.

He looks at all the spotting and narrow it down in a forest in south America.

He takes a portal there, since he thinks he can handle this alone.

After a few hours of searching, he finds the necklace...with a bunch of other shiny stuff in a giant ass nest

He was amazed since all the reasurch he has done on earth life never talked about birds or anytbing making nest this big.

When he reached for the reckless, something swoops down and latches on his face.

Ratchet curses and tries to swat the thing off.

It makes a painful chirp and crashes into the ground.

When he looks at it, he is amazed to find a human...half bird?

He was amazed but seeing it hurt, he curses and helps it

He takes it to base and helps it

Que a stressful few weeks

Reader was a pain in the aft.

But ratchrt somehow earned their trust...also alot of shiny nick-nacks on his keybord.

Megatron

Megatron met reader when he captured a human and gave it to Shockwave.

Ordering him to make a hybrid.

Weeks later, Shockwave presents reader. A half bird and human hybrid.

Megatron wasent happy that it was dangerous but dosent kill it.

Nah, it's his pet.

Soon, reader gets out of the warship and dose there own thing.

Soon returning with shiny stuff they find.

They made a nest up high in the throne room

Megatron was annoyed by that but it dosent interfere with his planes so leaves it alone.

Soon, he noticed shiny things in his berthroom.

Like rings, cans, broken beer bottles, chip bags, anything shiny.

He was confused and went to Soundwave to see the recording who dared went into his berthroom

He finds reader flying in there and setting them in there.

He was confused.

Intel once day, reader returned to the ship with an artifact they just lost to the autobots.

He was amazed and actally impressed for once.

He praised reader and ordered anyone who hurts reader will lose their spark.

Reader was now a higher rank then starscrsam XD

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"ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇɴ."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"You have to work with me, (Y/n)."

Refusing to even look at him, you set your gaze on your nails. Your legs were crossed over each other as you leaned back against the couch in the Patchwork Lab.

"If you want our relationship to grow stronge,r then you're going to have to let it go."

Disregarding Stein's words and not even giving him a glance, you stood to your feet and kicked your heels back on. "I'm going back to staying at Spirit's for a while. Send a message if you need me." You informed, tiredly reaching for your purse only for his hands to seize your wrist.

This ultimately gained your attention. Your (e/c) optics connected with his fern-hued ones. The stare-off was so intense that the air seemed thicker in the room.

"You're not going to leave just because you're a little upset. That's childish, (Y/n)." The man stated, smoke wafting from his lit cigarette.

"No." You blew out the cancer stick and yanked his hold off your wrist. "Us breaking up doesn't warrant you to go and sleep with Marie who you almost got pregnant! I mean-"

You slapped his chest with your purse, permitting a loud grunt to echo from his throat. "We broke up because you didn't want kids and I did!" You snapped before bearing a deep breath to calm yourself.

The exceedingly tall 6'10 (208 cm) male gazed down at you with an ardent stare. "You're becoming extremely emotional about this, you're not going to be able to think clearly."

"Stein." You called his last name in a warning tone. "I'm not even mad that you slept with her, we broke up, on a break. I'm mad because you don't understand how important having a family is to me, and how I want it to be with you. Almost getting her pregnant before we got back together reveals your blatant disregard for my feelings. It shows you rather put your test, questions, and experiments above everyone, above me."

It was difficult to be upset with him about these things. Stein is different than everybody else who saw anything in the world as an experiment.

He lacks the ability to understand complex emotions and most of his actions were shallow, only to benefit his dormant madness and twisted mind.

Knowing the scientist for as long as you have, you believed there was a bond the two of you shared. Something that was entirely real and something even Stein didn't understand but welcomed with great interest.

But nothing was ever enough for the mad scientist, apparently. You believed that after the death of Asura, when the madness subsided, so would his drastic lust for experimenting.

Sighing, you shook your head in defeat and strode to his zig-zag-styled doors. You halted once you arrived and flexed your fingers.

"Listen, I'm not giving up on this relationship unless that's what you want. But you have to start showing that you actually care. I know it's hard for you, but you have to work on understanding people deeper than just what's on the surface. When you're ready to show me that, come get me and I'll be happy to come home. Until then, I'll see you at work."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Yawning aloud and waving a hand in front of your face, the bell rang and dismissed your students. They dispersed like a rushing current, all dashing past each other to get to their lunch table first.

You weren't particularly hungry, maybe because there was still a lot on your mind that the thought of even eating made your stomach churn.

There was still quite a bit of time before your next class starts so maybe you'll use this opportunity to rest. Stepping down from your platform, your heels clicked softly as you reached for the light switch.

However, to your surprise, the door to your classroom was opened, and peeking in was none other than your boyfriend and childhood lover. He gave you a jovial smile.

"(Y/n)." He expressed your name in a quiet voice and fully stepped into your classroom. His hands found their way into the pocket of his doctor's lab coat as he quirked a grin at you.

Your lips pulled into a thin-lipped expression with arms crossing underneath your chest. "What do you want, Stein?" You asked, tone uncaring and agitated.

The silver-grey-haired male rose a hand to the large screw-in-bolt in his head and turned it a few times to collect his thoughts.

"Maybe I just wanted to see you." He inquired, a glimmer arising in his round glasses permitting you to raise an eyebrow and cock your head to the side.

"That's suspicious. That's weird." The man rolled his fern-colored orbs at your response.

"It's weird that I want to see my significant other?" He questioned, shutting the door behind him. You nodded your head immediately with no hesitation.

Stein's left eye twitched slightly. "I did just want to see you." He announced. "I also wanted to do something with you."

Your brows rose as you scratched at the back of your neck. "Can't be good. If you want to dissect me then you're gonna have to wait till I die."

The handsome man laughed in his throat and your shoulders couldn't help but deflate. You wondered if his effort were fake, just one of his automatic responses or a genuine reaction.

You weren't sure and you didn't know if you knew him as well as you thought anymore.

"No, I'll save that for later." You rolled your (e/c) eyes. "I wanted to try soul resonance."

A bit taken aback, you felt your mouth slip agape. "Why do you want to do something like that now? We're not even in combat?" You questioned.

Stein nodded his head before bearing slow almost intimidating steps to your frame. His long limbs left him no trouble arriving in front of you quickly.

"You know-" He let one of his fingers caress your lower jaw, his face tilting down closer to yours. "it's not only for combat. It's also a way two souls can bond and communicate telepathically."

It took you a second to understand where things were going but as soon as you realized you had to shake your head. It was a bit clever that Stein would like to convey his thoughts to you through his mind rather than his lips.

What you wanted was for him to work on himself, to be able to express his thoughts freely. But, you guess you'll humor him for now.

"Fine." You accepted and stepped back, holding out a hand for him to take. His lips quirked into a grin as he gladly accepted your hand.

His head dipped as his lips delicately touched the back of your hand, placing a smooch on it that you still could feel even when he pulled away.

He held them in a secure hold before drawing your body to his and placing his free hand on the small of his back. Your breath hitched as the warmth of his body wafted onto your skin through your clothes.

It had been a while since the two of you touched each other and you hope he works on himself soon. You miss his touch.

Gradually you let your eyes wander back up to his face and met his gaze. Ah, those beautiful fern eyes that you fell in love with when you were only kids and still manage to fall even more in love with as adults.

"Do you remember how to dance?" He teased lightly, referring to your absentmindedness.

His words shook you from your thoughts, you blinked a few times before quickly looking anywhere but his face. "Shut it, I'm the one that taught you to dance in the first place."

He hummed in response as you brought your hand up to his shoulder and held your clasped arms outwards. Something special the two of you shared was how the tempo of your beating hearts thumped rhythmically, matching each other.

It allowed the two of you to dance with no music, resonating with the sound of living hearts that corresponded concurrently.

The movement was muscle memory, striding off with a sharp, precise step before being spun around into the next corresponding move.

Heels clicked with the tiled ground as each connecting movement only lasted for a second as the next move commenced. Your heart swelled at the feeling, your mind dizzy from the swaying but also from the nostalgia.

Your eyes found their way up to his face again, connecting with his eyes and once again falling in love with his intense gaze. The sound of your heartbeats drummed in your ears, matching with every step.

The hate, the anger, it all washed away at that moment. You'll have to cuss Stein out later, he knew what he was doing. You hate how smart he is.

Humming, you let your eyes flutter shut and perform every dancing step with excellent precision until your body began to illuminate a white glow.

Your grip on each other's hands grew tight before you morphed into your weapon form. Unlike his previous demon weapon partners who were a scythe, a hammer, and a demon lamp, you were a reverse grip dagger.

The blades were silver, extending alongside his arms and stopping just below his elbow. The matching daggers were connected together by a gold chain at the hilt that grew when he needed it to.

Now that you were was transformed, the hypnotic intimate dance came to a halt as he stared down at your weapon in his hands.

"Ah." He crooned. "It's been a while since I've held you like this."

You snorted, shaking your head within your weapon form. "No, it's been a while since you've held me in human form."

Your childhood lover performed a few attacks at an invisible enemy before chuckling to himself. "How about you transform back and I'll make you remember how my touch in that human form? We still have... say thirty minutes left. Should be enough, right?" He mused.

"Franken Stein!" You hissed. "You're just trying to use cheap tricks to get me to come home!"

The handsome man shrugged his shoulders. "Worth a try."

"Idiot. Either soul resonates with me or get out of my classroom." You shot back.

He whispered 'fine' before inhaling a deep breath and readying his stance. You swallowed the saliva in your mouth before steadying your breathing.

Focus took over your minds as the connection between the two of you grew stronger. Your lips parted, ready to call out soul resonance until a loud commotion distracted you both.

The door to your classroom was slammed open, Spirit's figure sweeping inside as he shouted. "Hey Stein, Marie is asking for your help."

It became awfully still in the classroom as you heard the woman's name. Your heart lurched in your throat as a burning fury coursed through your veins.

It disrupted your melodic heartbeats and broke the rhythm the two of you were sharing.

You weren't even mad at Marie, no; it was just that hearing her name was a reminder of how she almost got what you wanted, how Stein's curiosity meant more to him than you.

These feelings—the hate, the pain—began to make your souls incompatible. The handle of your blades began to seethe with heat until it was like molten Lava.

The Meister had to release your form, dropping you down as you quickly shifted back to your original appearance. "Looks like you're busy." Your words were callous as you turned around to collect your jacket from the coat rack. "Turn off the lights when you leave."

You didn't wait to hear any responses, no excuse at all. Brushing past the Albarn male, your heels clicked down the hall, leaving the former partners in your old classroom.

"Spirit," Stein called.

The said male turned back to face the mad scientist only for his jaw to slacken. Stein's soul began to project forward, his strength infusing with the air and making sweat drip down the back of Spirit's neck.

"I'm going to dissect you fully now."

A loud scream echoed through the halls as the Death Scythe ran for his life with the Elite Meister following behind.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

So, Plan A of 'Getting my future wife back' did not pan out how the mad scientist wanted.

But that's alright, he had another plan in mind in case Plan A didn't work out as he needed it to. With the power of persuasion, he managed to get you to agree to a date.

The first part consisted of dinner at a grandiloquent restaurant. Spirit and Marie decided to dress up in disguise so they could watch your date and assist Stein since he tended to lack common sense sometimes.

They sat a few tables down, peeking over their menus to observe your interactions. And it didn't look like things were going well.

Your arms were crossed under your chest, and you kept your gaze away from your significant other. This may have been petty, but it only fueled the growing turmoil inside.

When the waiter made his round to your table and asked what your meals would be, Stein confidently said a dish that had you gagging at even hearing the name.

How did he not remember you hated that? And how could he forget your favorite meal?

It was not looking good for the Elite Meister who could be seen visibly sweating. The date had just started and he was already f*cking up.

"So um, how has your class been doing?" He questioned, attempting small talk.

You glanced up from your phone before returning your gaze back to the cellular device. "Fine."

An awkward silence surrounded the two of you as Stein struggled to come up with the right words and you struggled to find any patience to stay.

The usually cool, level-headed man was at his wit's end at the moment. He didn't know how to give you what you wanted, he didn't know the correct words to say.

A genius, a prodigy, and he struggled to convey his emotions. You were the only one that could make him feel so weak. The only one that he couldn't stump or trick. The only one that had him so nervous, not even twisting the screw-in-bolt could help him focus.

This was going to be a long date.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Plan B ended horribly and made things considerably worse! He must be on his last life at this point with you.

There was only one more thing he could do, and there was no guarantee that it would work.

You let out a breath as you turned the key into the Patchwork Lab and unlocked the door. The first thing you saw was utter darkness.

"Stein, even if I am not here, I told you to keep the curtains open! My plants need what little light they can get!" You shouted down the hall before setting your purse on a stand and nearing the windows.

With exasperated movements, you slid open the dark curtains and tied them with ribbons to keep them open. By the time you finished, there was still no response, causing you to exhale audibly.

Your heels clicked on the floor as you made your way to the living room, hoping the male was by one of his computers.

However, once you entered, you saw nobody around. The only thing that indicated anybody was there was the small lamp turned on by the couch.

Stepping towards it, you noticed a small, worn-down book atop a folded blanket. It was one of your favorites, and the one the mad scientist had gotten you for your birthday a few years ago.

The sight before you was suspicious, it had you pucker your lips from the sketchiness. But it was obvious what this was for, he wanted you to read it.

Exhaling a breath, you scooted over the objects before taking their place and unraveled the blankets so they could cover your lower body.

Analyzing the outsides of the book, you could tell it was rather old, and whoever had it before had clearly used it a lot.

Its spine was creased all over, the once smooth leather now crinkled and ridged. What you assumed used to be creme white pages looked to have met water with how the bottom of the pages curved and some tinted a dimmer hue.

How odd.

Turning the book back to the front, you slowly opened the hardcover and saw long paragraphs.

This wasn't just a book, it was a journal. And it belonged to Franken Stein.

You did a quick skim, flipping through some pages to see that the dates started years ago, when the man was just a kid, newly enrolled in the DWMA, and continued until a few days ago.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

↳𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

◆𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 ��𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘌𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳����𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.◆

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

A smile graced your lips at the memory of your childhood, back when the two of you were new students at the Death Weapon Meister Academy.

He was such an outcast, beating up other students and threatening to kill or dissect them. You even found him fascinating.

It was intriguing to read his thoughts and how he truly felt, and you couldn't help but want to read more. And so you did.

Every entry you read thoroughly, remember how the events happened for you, and you compared them to how Stein perceived them.

What you've come to realize is that the mad scientist wasn't void of intense human emotions; he was clearly experiencing them; he just didn't know how to explain them.

There was another journal entry from your teenage years that caught your attention because of its simple title.

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↳𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

◆𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵, (𝘠/𝘯), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 '𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘯𝘪𝘤'. (𝘠/𝘯) 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵-𝘩𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴.

𝘐 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 (𝘠/𝘯) 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬.

𝘈𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱.

(𝘠/𝘯) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴?" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦.

𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘧/𝘤)," 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 (𝘧/𝘤) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 (𝘧/𝘤). 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

(𝘠/𝘯) 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. "𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴!"

"𝘎𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥," 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦.

"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯!" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 ��𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦.

(𝘠/𝘯)'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

(𝘠/𝘯) 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥.

𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 (𝘠/𝘯)'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘥𝘶𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳-𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴? 𝘖𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘤? 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦... 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳.◆

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Your face felt wet and it wasn't until a droplet of water spread across the pages did you notice you were crying.

Sniffling aloud, you dabbed the tears away with the sleeve of your top. You had to take a few deep breaths to stop a sob that wanted to arise.

This was something you never knew. He's never voiced his thoughts or emotions like this to you. It was just always assuming and guessing with him.

But this was everything you wanted to know. It made him appear so human, so real, capable of feeling complex emotions.

There were a bit more pages left, so you decided to finish the rest. Like the entry that you had just read, the observations leading up to you asking him to be in a relationship were similar to each other.

Feelings he didn't recognize, he wrote it all down and attempted to make sense of it, but failed. You never realized, well you couldn't tell how much you were on his mind.

He cared for you more than you ever thought and it only made the tears cascade down your face continuously.

There was one last written page in the journal, it was recent.

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↳(𝐘/𝐧)

◆𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸.

𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

"𝘞𝘦'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 ��𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘔𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦."

𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸-𝘪𝘯-𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦? 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘞𝘔𝘈, 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺.

𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰.

𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵,

𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦."

𝘖𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬-𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.

𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥: "𝘎𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥."

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

(𝘠/𝘯) 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘺.

𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 (𝘠/𝘯) 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.

𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 (𝘠/𝘯), 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 (𝘠/𝘯), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦.◆

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You didn't even realize your arms were shaking until someone grasped them to calm you down. The touch was familiar and so was the warmth.

Stein's hands slowly released yours, allowing you to close the book and place it on the stand next to the couch.

Taking a deep breath, you wiped your face free of tears and trained your gaze up to face the man. He wore an unreadable expression but you could see the strain in his fern-colored optics.

At the moment, you didn't know what to say. All the information you had absorbed was exhausting. You were feeling so much, and it was overwhelming to finally understand and see how he truly felt.

But you didn't realize how much you needed to know it.

"I struggle with a lot of things..." Stein's voice was quiet, just loud enough for you to hear. "I don't know how to express myself correctly, and my emotions are poorly developed, but I have never once doubted how much I care about you."

He kneeled down so his height was less intimidating and reached for your hands that you slowly clasped your fingers with.

"What I did was wrong, I know. I... am sorry."

It was rare to receive an apology from Stein, even rarer if he vocalized it. You knew he really meant it and it wasn't just to please you.

"Well, it looks like you're forgiven." You mused, sniffling at the end. The mad scientist shielded his fern orbs with his eyelids as he inhaled deeply.

"I don't know how much longer I could have gone without you." He breathed while leaning forward so his forehead could press against yours.

A grin etched its way to your face. "According to your journal, I was the air you needed to breathe and without me, you would suffocate."

He pulled back slightly and removed his round glasses. "Hey, that was young adult me. I was rather poetic back then." He stated.

You puckered your lips before releasing his hands so you could wrap them around his neck. "Then let's go more recent. You wrote that I was someone for whom you would commit a selfless act. Who you would put even above yourself."

Stein didn't say anything, instead, his large hands removed the blanket from your legs so he could wrap them around your waist and heave you up in the air.

You squeaked slightly from the surprise and tightened your hold around his neck. "Stein, what are you-"

"I've missed you." He interjected, stepping out of the living room and down the hall to his laboratory.

Humming softly, you leaned forward so your face hid in the crook of his neck. While blowing air against his throat, you felt him shiver and another one arise when you kissed his skin tenderly.

"(Y/n)."

You sighed dreamily at hearing your name leave his mouth breathlessly. "I've missed you so much."

Arriving at his lab, the male set you down on the examining table and pulled back to gaze upon your features. His hands squeezed and caressed your thighs while breathing softly.

"If you would allow-" He leaned forward, letting his lips graze the shell of your ear lightly. "-I'd like to show you how much I missed you."

The insinuating tone to his voice had your tummy tingle and your throat swallow thickly. "I'm all yours."

Stein never made empty promises or turned back on his words. If he said he was going to show you how much he missed, he was going to give it his all.

He had leaned down from his tall stature and captured your lips with his. He was impatient, almost needy as his lips moved against yours.

You could taste him, that unforgettable tang from his tongue. Coffee and most importantly tobacco. You hated smoking or anything to do with cigarettes but when the taste came from his own mouth you desired more.

Your fingers played with his silver-grey locks, lightly tugging before entangling your fingers in them. The man pushed himself against you, desiring to feel your warmth and to feel your body against his.

A hand left your thigh only to creep up to your stomach and snake underneath the clothing item. He caressed your bare skin, dragging his calloused fingertips along your tummy.

The man was touched starved, deprived of any sort of contact for far too long. The sensation of touching your own skin drove him to a hunger he never knew he had.

Wasting no time he pulled back only so your top could be removed but once the appeal no longer shielded your bare body from the man's view his lips were back on yours.

The moment was feverish but also intimate, the two of you felt closer than ever. The information of Stein's true thoughts and feelings made the moment so much more special.

And since you now know what he always kept hidden, he didn't feel like he needed to hold anything back.

His hands removed the bra that supported your breast and replaced the garments with the rough texture of his palms.

The mad man was growing madder. A hunger that formed in the pit of his stomach grew, the longing to be as close to you as can be was overtaking his hazy mind.

Your childhood lover pulled back, the two of you panting, desperate for air but frantic for more. Stein removed his lab coat which was quickly followed by his stitched shirt.

His pale chest was all there for you to view. You soaked in the sight of the firm abbs that flexed when he sucked in a breath deeply.

Lightly you traced the long stitched mark that was wrapping around his left shoulder, down across his pectoral and ribs before reaching down to waistline by crossing over his lower abdomen.

You could feel his body shudder and see his adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. No matter how many times the two of you have seen each other's bodies, it felt like you were seeing them for the first time.

Always the both of you found something new on each other, something that you made sure to engrave into your minds.

Stein leaned down to kiss the middle of your throat, trailing wet kisses as he carefully removed your bottom and undergarment.

There was no shame, nothing to hide. He's known your body, every nook, and cranny since you were teens.

His lips trailed from your neck, down the valley of your breast, following the middle of your tummy until he reached between your legs.

Franken Stein was a starving man and you were the never-ending buffet he kept coming back to. He ravished your body, devouring your taste, your smell in an absolute bid of madness.

His name echoed from your lips, reverberating off your chest and ringing in his ears. Your regular voice just calling his name was enough to make his knees buckle.

But when you moaned it, wailing it out in submissions of pleads made everything in him weak. More, he had to give you more.

His fingers aided his mouth in his desire to express his longing for you. The other hand gripped onto a thigh as if attempting to mold the two of you together.

Bruises formed underneath his fingers tips, decorating your skin in markings of his unhinged eros. His hair was being pulled and tugged as his name rasped from your throat.

One time wasn't enough, it didn't satisfy his point of making you see how much he missed you. He brought you to the edge multiple stints, hearing your cries grow louder when he had your entire lower body quivering beneath him.

By the time he was satisfied with the number of your climaxes, you were already a mumbling mess. Sweat coated your skin, shimmering in the laboratory light.

Your breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling unrhythmically. Oh, how he drank in the sight of his lover in such a state.

The feelings, the sensations, all of it has never been as strong as it is when he is with you. And he wanted you to feel that.

The Meister didn't waste any time removing the remainder of his clothing so he was just as bare as you, just as vulnerable.

He held your face in his large hands, meeting your swollen lips with his again, tasting yourself as well as him.

This time it was slower but just as profound. In between every kiss he whispered your name breathlessly and relayed every bit of information that he loved about you.

Your eyes, your smile, your scent, your warmth. The list went on until your eyes glazed with tears.

I love you—and I love you so much—was repeated from your mouth like a broken record. Just saying it didn't feel like enough. No matter how many times you sounded it, you wanted to express it more.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, pushing him closer to you and eagerly begging for him to finally connect his body with yours.

His response was licking the smooth skin of your throat and decorating it in contusions, creating colorful blemishes on display for anyone to see.

When he had his fill, his hands intimately held onto your waist, his face inching down to your tummy where he placed wet kisses along with it.

All the while he enters himself inside, he hears the ragged gasp of amazement and content leave your lips.

Your lover reached deep, grazing against sensitive areas that had you jolt and quiver beneath. Just as desperate as he was when he ravished your body was just as frantic as his longing to bring you to another climax.

He rolled himself out, letting you feel every inch fade only for you to greedily devour him when he entered back in.

Not only could you hear his grunts and groans, but you feel those exhales along your tummy. It tickled you lightly, adding to the stimulation of his already sensual thrust.

Pleads and cries for more seemed to be the only thing you could say. Even though he was already so deep, kissing your body intimately, you wanted more like you wanted to be a part of him completely.

Your love for him held no bounds, it only grew like a lush forest left untouched. And the same for you could be said about the man who was unraveling above you.

His strong grips formed bruises underneath just as his mouth did on your abdomen. He wanted to swallow your moans down his throat just as much as he wanted to hear them.

Your nails dug into the soft flesh of his shoulders, creating crescent-shaped blemishes the closer you came to breaking the skin.

His groans grew louder, throatier when you reached your high. Singing his name like a melodic hymn, praising him like a divine god.

When it came time for his own high, he usually pulled out if he wore no contraceptive. But this time he made no indication of doing so.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around your body, holding you so tightly you could hear his heartbeat. When ecstasy filled his veins, he released inside.

And one point even whispered some words into your ear that were quick to rejuvenate you of your exhaustion.

"We're not stopping until I know you're pregnant."

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"Hey, Stein."

The male hummed as he kept his gaze on your leg, massaging your tense muscles and smoothing out any knots.

He was kneeling in front of your frame that rested on the couch, playing with the ends of a small envelope.

"I received this newsletter in the mail the other day. Want to hear it?"

"Sure."

You used your nail to undo the glue and pulled out a few sheets of paper. Quickly skimming over the paragraphs, you nodded your head. "Hmm, well it says here... Oh my!"

The male's gaze flew to your face only to see you give him an ecstatic smile. Turning the paper around to face him, you spoke in a dainty voice.

"You're going to be a father."

His heart skipped a beat.

Stein had accepted the idea of having a child with you, just thinking of it as another part of his life. But as soon as he heard those words his throat closed.

He felt it—that joy that only you could give him surged through his veins. He felt enlightened, as if the world had opened a door to the universe's secret and allowed him to retain information no one else had ever done.

You leaned forward to place a soft smooch on his nose to gain his attention that had clearly wandered off. "Are you going to write about this in your journal?" You sought.

The man observed your frame for a second before shaking his head of silver-grey hair. "No." He murmured under his breath.

His hands rose from your leg to your hip, pulling you closer to his body. He neared his face to yours and basked in the sight of your twinkling eyes.

"I don't need the journal to understand how much I love you. I know that I am thankful and that I am elated."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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Phew, I thought I knew Franken Stein but turns out he ended up being much different than I remembered.

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In the late 1990s, Enron, the infamous energy giant, and MCI, the telecom titan, were secretly collaborating on a clandestine project codenamed "Chronos Ledger." The official narrative tells us Enron collapsed in 2001 due to accounting fraud, and MCI (then part of WorldCom) imploded in 2002 over similar financial shenanigans. But what if these collapses were a smokescreen? What if Enron and MCI were actually sacrificial pawns in a grand experiment to birth Bitcoin—a decentralized currency designed to destabilize global finance and usher in a new world order?

Here’s the story: Enron wasn’t just manipulating energy markets; it was funding a secret think tank of rogue mathematicians, cryptographers, and futurists embedded within MCI’s sprawling telecom infrastructure. Their goal? To create a digital currency that could operate beyond the reach of governments and banks. Enron’s off-the-books partnerships—like the ones that tanked its stock—were actually shell companies funneling billions into this project. MCI, with its vast network of fiber-optic cables and data centers, provided the technological backbone, secretly testing encrypted "proto-blockchain" transactions disguised as routine telecom data.

But why the dramatic collapses? Because the project was compromised. In 2001, a whistleblower—let’s call them "Satoshi Prime"—threatened to expose Chronos Ledger to the SEC. To protect the bigger plan, Enron and MCI’s leadership staged their own downfall, using cooked books as a convenient distraction. The core team went underground, taking with them the blueprints for what would later become Bitcoin.

Fast forward to 2008. The financial crisis hits, and a mysterious figure, Satoshi Nakamoto, releases the Bitcoin whitepaper. Coincidence? Hardly. Satoshi wasn’t one person but a collective—a cabal of former Enron execs, MCI engineers, and shadowy venture capitalists who’d been biding their time. The 2008 crash was their trigger: a chaotic moment to introduce Bitcoin as a "savior" currency, free from the corrupt systems they’d once propped up. The blockchain’s decentralized nature? A direct descendant of MCI’s encrypted data networks. Bitcoin’s energy-intensive mining? A twisted homage to Enron’s energy market manipulations.

But here’s where it gets truly wild: Chronos Ledger wasn’t just about money—it was about time. Enron and MCI had stumbled onto a fringe theory during their collaboration: that a sufficiently complex ledger, powered by quantum computing (secretly prototyped in MCI labs), could "timestamp" events across dimensions, effectively predicting—or even altering—future outcomes. Bitcoin’s blockchain was the public-facing piece of this puzzle, a distraction to keep the masses busy while the real tech evolved in secret. The halving cycles? A countdown to when the full system activates.

Today, the descendants of this conspiracy—hidden in plain sight among crypto whales and Silicon Valley elites—are quietly amassing Bitcoin not for profit, but to control the final activation of Chronos Ledger. When Bitcoin’s last block is mined (projected for 2140), they believe it’ll unlock a temporal feedback loop, resetting the global economy to 1999—pre-Enron collapse—giving them infinite do-overs to perfect their dominion. The Enron and MCI scandals? Just the first dominoes in a game of chance and power.

[cheftfatruther]

TFP AU where instead of the Decepticons finding Skyfire on Earth, the High Council becomes intrigued by the frantic report of a seeker asking for assistance looking for their shuttle research partner on an ice planet.

They don’t help the seeker of course, because it’s a seeker. They are conniving and deceptive in nature, so obvious he must’ve killed the shuttle on that ice planet and is now asking for help for sympathy points. That sort of evil can only be done by a Decepticon, so they promptly accuse the seeker of killing the shuttle. Obviously they have no proof so they can’t charge him of anything, but they CAN strip him of his certificates and exile him.

Now with the Decepticon out of the way, they focus their efforts onto the ice planet. A shuttle.. that would be very useful in the war against the Decepticons. Large and powerful, even if a shuttle themselves aren’t smart they more than make up for it with their great strength.

It takes a while to find the shuttle, but when they do, they are quick to start with their project. They transport the shuttle back to Cybertron in secret, and have their finest scientists start working on it. The shuttle awakens and is distressed, asking them where his research partner is. They don’t answer, instead asking him to join the Autobots, emphasizing that with his size and strength, they would have the advantage over Decepticons and be able to win the war easier.

Unexpectedly, however, the shuttle refuses, once again asking for them to let him leave so he can go find his research partner.

It’s annoying, but it’s not a problem.

They promptly put him into forced stasis. It doesn’t matter if the shuttle refuses, while they were asking to be nice, it ultimately had no say in this. It’s a shuttle after all. It’s not like it was doing much before this.

They alter its processor, making sure to condition it into being their greatest secret weapon. With a long conditioning (torture and mindbreak) it finally learned to work with them. It shouldn’t had made things so difficult, honestly. It would have been easier if it just let them, but whatever they did after it refused, it was ultimately on the shuttle for not doing what they asked.

Skyfire is extremely distressed and disoriented, one moment he was with his conjunx and then crashing into the snow, and the next he was in the custody of the High Council acting as their lab experiment.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to fight. Not for them, not for the Autobots, not for Decepticons, not for anyone. He just wanted to go back to Starscream. He wanted to go back to sitting at the table having energon while watching a crappy action show together. He wanted to just live his life with his mate unbothered.

That’s all he wanted.

But in the end, what he want didn’t matter. Not to them. They got what they wanted.

The first time Skyfire tried to refuse, the High Council realized that if they actually want to be able to use him effectively, they would have to.. condition him.

And so they do.

They force the shuttle into forced stasis and, with a (not so) heavy spark, performed Empurata on him.

By the end of it, it had became obedient, willing to follow any and every order a handler gave him.

It would then go on to be ordered to take down Decepticon bases on other colonies and it would do so without a moment of delay. Any hesitation was swiftly punished. It razed Decepticon colonies to the ground, no matter who or what stood in its way. No matter what sort of internal conflict Skyfire had with himself.

He had no control over his body.

He was a soul trapped in his own corpse.

It was perfect.

Jetfire was perfect.

The one of the greatest assets to the Autobots.

Many, many stellar cycles later, when Cybertron was dead and Optimus Prime and his crew was nowhere to be found, the High Council finally got a comm from the Prime asking for backup on some sort of dirt ball called Earth with Decepticons.

And when dull blue optics met familiar, surprised red optics from a smaller silver seeker for the first time in centuries, it did not smile or cry. It didn’t look surprised nor angry. It did not acknowledge it’s forgotten conjunx he longed for all those centuries ago.

Despite Skyfire’s desperate attempts to make his body stop, Jetfire raised its gun, and fired.

(And in the end, when Jetfire loomed dangerously over its enemy, Skyfire realized he was no longer the mech Starscream married)

[bones4thecats]

Hi maybe the transformers prime megatron, starscream and shockwave having a lute (hazbin hotel) s/o who is their second in command and is always by their side

TFP! Decepticons with a 'Con-Lute! S/O

Characters: Megatron, Starscream, and Shockwave (Transformers Prime) Requester: ❣️Anon A/N: Anons, please add emojis when requesting. I made a whole announcement on this. I don't mean to be rude, but just add an emoji when you do this! Thank you. Also, I'll give you an emoji, you'll be ❣️Anon, and I do hope you like this, it is mainly what they like about the Reader and how they bonded. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of war and physically harming someone ⚠️

Disclaimer: This includes spoilers for Season One of Hazbin Hotel

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╚═════ Megatron ══════════════════════════════╝

👑 As a former Gladiator within the Pits of Kaon and a former member of the Cybertronian Air Force, you were trained to be strict and highly dangerous. And that is always on full-display whenever you went against the Autobots

👑 You would wield your sword against the 'Bots while your sparkmate, the Decepticon-Warlord Megatron, would watch from the Nemesis as you handed your enemies their afts

👑 Whenever you are not out fighting and leading your own part of the Decepticon army, you would be right by Megatron's side. You would be walking alongside him, your arms folded behind your back like your lover

👑 He likes watching you fight and defend the Decepticon cause. Especially whenever it revolves around Starscream attempting to offline Megatron or you. But, whenever he tries attacking you, Megatron would intimidate him into submission again

👑 You're useful to the cause. And your savagery is very useful against your shared enemies, such as when Arcee attacked you and you managed to slice one of her optics in half, rendering her vision half-as-good as it once was

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╚═════ Starscream ════════════════════════════╝

💫 Starscream adores you. And I mean that.

💫 You are known far and wide for your mastery using your weapons, whether it be a sword or even a bomb, you would put use to everything around you at moment's notice

💫 Starscream initially found you to be helpful with getting his status up and keeping him safe from any who opposed him. But, over time you proved to be quite the loyal 'Con, using your fighting skills against anyone who proved a danger

💫 His feelings finally came to his processor when you stabbed an Autobot fighter from behind when he tried attacking the Seeker from behind during the start of the war

💫 Anyways, he uses his own mental tactics to get what he wants, you on the other hand use physical force more often. But, after spending enough time around the Cybertronian Seeker, you began to pick up some styles of mental manipulation, which made him proud

💫 You're his shield. I have no other way to put it. Like, he doesn't want to seem like he finds you useless, but he's built so tiny while you're like him, but have the strength of Wreckers like Bulkhead because of your training

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╚═════ Shockwave ═════════════════════════════╝

🧪 When Shockwave first met you, he was slightly surprised to see just how disciplined you were. He liked silence when working, so you would stand by his lab's door not making a sound while he walked around a worked. After all, Decepticons naturally have no care for other's opinions

🧪 He was also curious on how much you knew on his experiments. Hell, one time you had brought him an energon cube - as he was in dire need of it - and asked if you could question him on an alien species he had encased in a jar

🧪 When he told you their common name, believing you wouldn't know anymore about them, he heard you say their scientific one and begin to speak about how much you knew about their biology

"When I first studied them with one of my siblings back on Cybertron, since they were studying to be a scientist in the Council, I was surprised to see how their spinal system connected to their long Simmons-like tail."

🧪 Shockwave began to ask you to give him some mixtures of CNA and fossils, which began to bring you guys closer together as the days passed. And when the Predacons were created, they saw both you and Shockwave as their 'creators', as you gave them life

[rawmeknockout]

Hello gorgeous beautiful creature I am enraptured by your swagger and I humbly request that you may pretty please with a cherry on top write something where an autobot reader seduces their way out of being experimented on by shockwave (headcanon: shockwave is touch starved and learns that illogically, he appreciates being touched, and autobot reader shows him how logical it really is to listen to ur body)

THAMK U MWAH (　＾ω＾)🤗❤️💗💓🥰 💋 😘

“My, my,” You struggle to keep your voice level as Shockwave, lead Decepticon scientist and murderer of millions of Autobots, approaches you. “Your gun is so much bigger up close, Shockwave.” You purr his designation, leveling him with your best smolder. His optic remains impassive, as he takes you firmly by the arm, nodding the genericons away.

They eagerly skitter out of the lab, leaving you to a fate worse than death. Not that you had any hope of them helping you, but even a slim chance that Shockwave would choose a grunt as a test subject over you is better than no chance. When you agreed to be a decoy for Optimus’ latest plan, you didn’t really think one of the consequences would be ‘Shockwave’s newest test subject’. Even being dragged in front of Megatron, laughed at, and then summarily executed would be better than this.

You know of some of the reports spec ops had on Shockwave, the things he’s rumored to have done to Autobot prisoners. Of course, as the Autobot forces dwindled, those rumors started to become few and far between. But the graphic details, things cadets would whisper about in warning, have never left your processor.

He all but drags you over to his main work station, the stains of past experiments still stubborn reminders across the metal slab. You’ve got to work quickly if you want to get out of this.

“Don’t be cold,” You coo, pressing your servos to the wide metal of his upper arm in a desperate bid for his attention, followed by a blatant show of sizing him up with half-lidded optics, “Aren’t you lonely in here, mech? We all have to listen to our frames. What they really want,” You press your moving derma to the side of his helm, even as he tries to pull away, letting your glossa flick across the warm metal where any other mech’s jaw would be, “Who they really want.”

Despite his servo on your elbow joint, and a very operational gun literally attached to him, Shockwave makes no further attempt to stop you from pressing close to his frame; your chassis fitting against his side like a puzzle piece. His optic casts downward indifferently, but you can see the way it trails up your leg to your pelvic plating.

“It’s so cold in the brig,” You press a servo flat to the polished glass covering his chest, “But your frame is so warm.”

Shockwave suddenly makes a sound like a radio tower crashing to the ground, the air filled with the sound of static and metal crunching as his frame seizes up. You almost jump away from him, if not for his servo also seizing and holding you in place by the arm. Oh, Primus, you’ve killed him. You’ve killed him and Megatron will have you immediately executed. You try to meet his optic, but even that is unfocused and glitching.

It’s a few tense moments before you assume everything is okay, before he seems to regain control of his frame. The lab is quiet, only the sound of his fans working overtime and the drip of chemicals being filtered. Shockwave doesn’t meet your optics, looking at the furthest wall, nor does he move to release your arm. Something heavy and weary overcomes his countenance, what little he has; a beleaguered resignation.

“I just overloaded.”

[revelboo]

I love how the transformer x human procreation is basically like seahorses! Just hot potato that little spark to a dad to finish up lol Thank you for sharing your writing

Pretty much and not even necessarily the right dad

They absolutely did 🤣

Everything Is Alright Pt 152

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• “Seriously, you can’t jump plunk me in there whenever you think I’m might be getting a tiny bit upset,” you grumble as Soundwave carries you through the halls, and you’re painfully aware of passing Decepticons staring curiously at your little group. Up until Megatron stares them down with a nasty smile and they move along. “I can take care of myself,” you add smacking a hand on his chassis, trying to not be offended when Soundwave makes a low noise that definitely isn’t agreement and Megatron clears his vents. Apparently ganging up on you and how helpless you are. Jerks.

• Wings flicking and close to his frame, Starscream just wants to take you from Soundwave, but Megatron’s insinuated himself between him and Soundwave. Venting tiredly as Soundwave leads them to Shockwave’s lab and the scientist’s antenna perk up on sight of you and he’s shoving between Megatron and Soundwave hating the feel of the warlord’s field crackling against his own as he flares out his wings aggressively. Remembering Shockwave’s request to experiment on you.

• “Problem, Starscream?” Megatron growls, the Seeker’s tension feeding his own. Because it’s Shockwave that has Starscream on edge, not him. Optics narrowing as he looks between the two of them, he smiles lazily. Wondering what these two have been up to. The Ore-13? It’s not like Starscream can use it against him anymore. Can’t offline him, though he supposes the Seeker could try to overthrow him and cage him. Hates plots and intrigues so much.

• ‘Good. You brought the human for tests,’ Shockwave says and Soundwave feels you recoil, sensing just how much you don’t like the scientist. Resisting the urge to tuck you into his cassette compartment again, he grabs Shockwave’s wrist when the other mech reaches for you. Tries to touch you. “Protoforms,” he says, voice dipping to a low growl of warning. And Shockwave stares at his hand on him before pulling away. ‘Disappointing,’ Shockwave growls before turning and retrieving a container.

• Skin crawling when Shockwave just keeps staring at you, you’re pretty sure he’s thinking about dismembering you in the name of science. But you still lean forward when he lifts something gray from the container. And for a moment you’re not sure what you’re looking at before it clicks. It’s bigger than you are, a chubby body and limbs, a round head and empty glass eyes. ‘Absolutely not,’ Starscream snarls right as you blurt “That’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.” Because that’s it? That’s your giant kid’s protoform? And Shockwave growls at both of you, nudging the thing. ‘The spark will reshape it to suit its needs. The base doesn’t matter,’ the scientist insists. But it matters to you and dread spins you tight as just how big your kid’s going to be sinks in. That you’re toy sized compared to it.

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[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

I need more feral starscream and his trine brutally killing and eating something. I read the one where Starscream killed a Turbofox, let Skywarp and TC have some, tackled Megatron for not paying attention to his files on seekers. But I need more. Please.

You request is fulfilled, I’ve had this in my drafts for a little but it wasn’t done so I reworked it a little, enjoy >:3

Experiments

Word count: 847

Perhaps it wasn’t the brightest idea Megatron’s high command had come up with- er well, it was Shockwave’s idea for the most part to experiment with the seekers. It required Megatron to purchase wildlife, set it free among the Nemesis and watch the chaos unfold.

It had started with some simple questioning, Megatron was in the lab when it happened, a simple conversation between Thundercracker and Shockwave. “Data shows seekers are built for smaller prey.”

“Our frames are fragile,” Thundercracker responds, not looking up from his report, “the easier the better, it’s why we like scraplets so much, they’re easy to deactivate and they’re usually full of energon.”

Shockwave’s finials twitch forward at the information, “Data also suggest that you have hunt larger prey.”

“I mean, occasionally,” the cobalt seeker lifts his helm to look at the scientists, “it usually takes two, maybe three trines to get bigger prey. We usually try to go for more metal rich prey when going for something larger because we hunt larger prey by draining them of their energon.”

“I want to experiment.” Shockwave announces, his singular optic shifting to their leader. Thundercracker’s attention follows him. “Allow me to bring Cybertronian wildlife aboard the ship, I wish to see the hunting methods.”

“And how would studying these seekers help with the cause?” Megatron challenges, optic ridge rising.

“Gathering data from seekers is important, doing so we may be able to use their hunting methods on the battlefield.”

“You’re suggesting we use primitive manners of hunting against the Autobots?”

“Yes.”

And now here they were, having cleared out the mess hall, Megatron sat back against the wall with Soundwave and Shockwave at his sides. On lookers surrounded, huddled close against the walls to stay out of the way of chaos. It had barely even begun and Megatron could already tell Soundwave was not going to be happy about this experience.

So far, Nova Storm’s trine had torn a turbo fox to shreds and Ramjet’s were currently miserably chasing around an ironhare.

Meagtron would admit though, watching the chaos was pleasing.

Especially now as he watched Thrust and Ramjet slam their helms together in an attempt to snag the poor creature. Dirge was kind enough to take advantage, slipping between them to snap his denta around the creature’s neck. Immediately the seeker began to shake it, its head detaching from its body. It’s now sparkless body slip over the floor, hitting one of mech’s pedes. That poor mech didn’t get a warning before the two seekers lunged at its body, denta snapping on it and tugging.

The ironhare’s body tore in half, energon splattering against the floor along with the small tings of bolts and torn metal. Ramjet and Thrust both snarled at each other, wings flaring before they turned their helms and started for the exit, energon dripping over their chin and chassis. Dirge was a little slow to follow, content with attempting to devour his prize while his trinemates fought. He only got up and scrambled out when one of the mechs against the wall kicked at him.

Megatron exvents softly, “Where’s Starscream and his trine, surely they’ll be more exciting than all of this.”

“Excitement is not the objective, Lord Megatron.” Shockwave responds only to be silenced by a rather unpleasant side eye. There’s a moment before Shockwave speaks again, “Release the astroturkey.”

That garners attention, seekers poking their heads in the mess hall from their little entrance. It amuses Megatron greatly, watching their optics become trained on the cybertronian avian. They watch it claw at the floor and when it warbles even more seekers peak in. So this must be a favorite among them, Megatron thinks to himself, now that is useful. For morale reasons of course.

It’s after a few moments Megatron spots what he’s been looking forward to only to be immediately disappointed when he sees only Thundercracker and Skywarp. The two seekers are trained on their prey immediately, wings trembling in what Megatron assumes is excitement, the thrill of the hunt.

They circle it, keeping it away from the walls. Keeping their frames low, they swipe at it every chance they get, snapping denta. It’s almost like watching an Earth cat chase a mouse.

Then it slips up, claws slipping underneath its body, right in front of Skywarp. The snap of denta rings through the mess all and suddenly cheers arouse. It startles the seeker into dropping his prize in which another seeker, Thrust, slips in just to steal it away. Immediately the other is met with backlash from both Thundercracker and Skywarp, engines whining with fury.

Now this was more like it, well, somewhat. Megatron will be honest, watching Thrust get viciously mauled by two of his best seekers is humorous. Eventually the squabbling ends with Thrust skittering off, scratches leaking energon while Skywarp and Thundercracker eagerly tear the astroturkey to shreds.

“Where is Starscream?” He mutters, settling comfortably as the tension leaves his shoulders.

“Starscream: not present. Reason: did not want to entertain Lord Megatron’s weird fantasies.”

All comfort is out the door.

“Lord Megatron, please sit back down. Experimentation is still underway.”

[in1-nutshell]

I think I am doing this right I have a request. It is about vampire buddy tfp. When she Mets the decepticons. I have a few ideas. One of them is that she has relationship with Airachnid. She doesn’t attack her or talk to her either it’s more like a relationship coworkers. Airachnid- buddy is that you how long has it been. Buddy-…….”waves happy” Another is that she stays away from megatron because of the dark energon inside of him. Another is how she meet breakdown Buddy- “drinking blood of an unconscious Vehicon”. Breakdown- walking by “WHAT THE SLAG IS THAT” start pointing at buddy Last one is that she is in escape experiment from shockwave. Starscream- “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THAT!!!” Shockwave- because starscream she will eat and eat until she’s a mindless monster. Every day she will become hunger and hunger until she can’t think right. And she knows that so she will come here to long for something to prevent that. And when she takes the bait we strike”. I hope this ins’t to much and can you do something what you did last time. Like having each of their reactions to this please. Thank you for reading this request

Been a while since we've seen Vampire Con Buddy, lets see what she's doing!

Hope you enjoy!

Vampire Con Bot Buddy on the Nemesis

SFW, Platonic, Mention of Vampire activity, Mention of injuries, Mention of Stalking, Cybertronian reader

TFP

Alternative title: 3 Things Vampire Con Buddy has done on the Nemesis

1. ‘Manifest from the Shadows’

Buddy doesn’t have this ability… that she can confirm.

As far as she can tell, she can just be really still in the shadows, and it takes others a long time to figure out she was in the same room.

Most of the time it is not on purpose.

She is just very quiet and still when she isn’t on the hunt.

Though there are times that Buddy does leverage this edge.

Starscream is walking around the Nemesis. He looks around and sighs. No one is here. He turns to his left and a pair of red optics stare right back at him. Starscream: “GGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!” The Second in Command screams and runs away. Arachnid walks around the corner chuckling to herself as Buddy walks from the shadows. Arachnid: “Good work.” Buddy just nods as the spider passes them an energon cube. She makes a face while looking at Arachnid. Arachnid: “Take it or leave it.” Buddy grumbles and starts drinking the energon from the cube.

2. Kidnapping

Due to Buddy’s ‘peculiar’ tastes, she has a trouble time ingesting regular energon like most bots.

She found it must better consume it through the neck cables of other Cybertronians.

Normally, they would simply go out and search for a frame close by or an Autobot that wandered too far into Decepticon territory.

But since arriving on Earth, food sources have been scares.

Good thing Buddy had a backup plan.

She would go after some lower ranked Con’s and sip bit of their energon.

Never fully draining, they were still needed to fight.

Steve is walking with Breakdown. They notice a Vechicon slowly getting up from the floor with his servo on his helm. Breakdown: “Hey there, you alright?” The con shakes his helm and gives him a thumbs up. Steve spots two small holes on the cons neck cable. Steve: “Buddy got him.” Breakdown shudders. Breakdown: “If there’s one con here besides Arachnid that I hate its Buddy. With her creepy—” Buddy falls from the vents with energon covering part of her face. Breakdown, Steve and the other Vechicon: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

3. Stalking

One of Buddy’s habits.

For some strange reason, she would select one con at random and simply stalk them.

The Con could be in the air, Buddy is just a couple feet away.

The Con could be underwater, Buddy is on their left.

The Con could even be in deep space!

Buddy is never too far.

After a short period of time, she would select someone else to stalk and the cycle repeats.

Shockwave is in his lab. Buddy is a couple feet away just watching him. Starscream walks in, momentarily jumping at the sight of Buddy on the floor. Starscream: “How are you not affected by her being there?” Shockwave: “It would be illogical to feel that way. She has done nothing to cause me discomfort, thus, illogical to feel threaten.” Starscream huffs, his wings flaring a bit. Starscream: “…Word has it around the Nemesis that she is your creation Shockwave. Is that true? Is that logical?” Starscream’s taunting voice hitching at the last comment. Shockwave stops momentarily. Shockwave: “… Perhaps.” Starscream freezes. Starscream: “what?” Shockwave ignores him and hands him some data pads. Shockwave: “Lord Megatron requires these.” Starscream grumbles and walks out of the lab. Starscream: : “Megatron requires this… well I’ll show—GGGAAAAHHH!” He jumped noticing Buddy was following him now. Starscream: “No! No! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!!!”