#I just want to watch bee boi and memory boi talk things out

[poisonlove]

Beauty and the Beast | w.a

Pairing: wednesday addams x reader

Words: 15k

Warning: reader unsure about her appearance

I felt lonely, so lonely.

But I couldn't risk anyone being scared by my appearance, I couldn't risk receiving mockery and laughter for what I hide beneath the mask. I had to protect myself and others from the horrible monster that I am.

Not even Eugenie, one of my few friends, knew my true face, and I don't think he'll find out anytime soon. Enid tried a couple of times, but after my umpteenth No she gave up, which I'm grateful for.

Why did it have to happen to me? Why do I have to feel scrutinized because of the mask I wear? Damn it, there are vampires, mermaids, and even people without mouths, and yet I'm the only strange one in Nevermore?

"Y/n, have you heard that a new student has arrived?" Eugenie smiles with all thirty-two teeth as he walks beside me, his eyes gleaming with happiness at the news. "Is it really important?" I ask timidly, biting my lower lip amused by his reaction.

"An extra girl is always welcome," he sighs dreamily. "Maybe she'll even like bees, don't you think?" He asks hopefully.

I tilt my head to the side and watch Eugenie smile widely, hope in his eyes. "I…" I start, feeling a  pressure in my chest from his enthusiasm, "I guess so?" I say, chuckling timidly, not wanting to spoil my friend's good mood.

"I mean, I adore you, really," Eugenie says, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "but having one more girl in our group would be cool!" He says, analyzing me carefully.

"It's just the two of us… We're not even a trio, and you're talking about a group?" I roll my eyes at his comment, and Eugenie gives me a friendly elbow on the side.

"There's no use rolling your eyes, you know I can see you, right? I mean… besides your mouth, and the other thing that can be seen under the mask," he says sing-song, looking at my mask reluctantly.

"And anyway! We're three!" The boy pouts adorably.

"Really?" I ask in surprise, and Eugenie nods. "Enid," he says, smiling in love at the mention of the blonde werewolf.

I open my mouth ready to retort, but I just ended up sighing loudly.

"Y/n," I turn towards the sound of the voice and see Enid gesturing for me to come closer to her. I raise an eyebrow with confusion and look at Eugenie shrugging indifferently. "Go on, I'll go check on my bees," he says, giving me a pat on the shoulder and walking towards his target, humming a tune.

I approach Enid, who smiles excitedly. "Hi Enid, everything okay?" I ask with a small smile on my lips.

"Y/n! I finally found you!" Enid exclaims, "I have some great news to tell you. You see, the new student is named Wednesday Addams and she'll be my new roommate!"

I feel a knot in my stomach at the thought of facing a new acquaintance, but I try to remain calm. "Wednesday Addams?" I repeat, trying to hide the anxiety that begins to creep up inside me.

"Exactly!" Enid confirms enthusiastically, "It would be fantastic if you two could become friends. I know you're a bit reserved, but I'm sure you'll get along well together!" The blonde smiled widely, her blue eyes looking at me attentively.

I try to mask my discomfort in front of Enid's enthusiasm, but inside, I feel a growing sense of unease. It's not fear, it's just a deep reluctance to interact with new people, especially when I have to hide my true identity behind a mask.

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" I ask uncertainly, the memory of Yoko staring at me strangely still vivid in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. I look at Enid curiously, seeking reassurance.

"With Yoko, it was just a small mishap," Enid replies, laughing nervously, able to read what I was thinking during my silence. "It's not your fault if you're so different."

"Right," I mumble to myself, still troubled by the memory of the episode with Yoko.

"I think it'll be different," continues Enid, placing her hand on my arm and starting to walk towards our dorms, "Wednesday has a… special character. You might like her," she adds with a broad smile.

"Are you telling me she's strange?" I ask, feeling offended by her description. Enid looks at me sideways, trying to reassure me.

"No, I didn't mean that," Enid clarifies, "just that she's also shy, and I think you two could get along," she concludes, smiling happily.

"But do we have to go now?" I ask with a worried tone, feeling the need to mentally prepare for the impending meeting. "Of course! I talked about you when she arrived, I think she's writing now," Enid babbles thoughtfully.

"She's writing?" I ask incredulously, a small smile threatening to spread across my lips. The thought of someone actually writing seems surreal to me.

"You see? You haven't even met yet and you already have something in common," Enid says, smiling kindly and looking at me with eyes overflowing with happiness.

As we head towards Ophelia Hall, nervousness grows inside me and my hands start to sweat. My heart beats faster and faster as the moment of meeting Wednesday approaches. I don't know what to expect, and the uncertainty makes me even more agitated.

Enid opens the door and my eyes immediately fall on the room divided in half by a black ribbon, separating two opposite worlds. Enid's side, bright and colorful, contrasts sharply with the darkness of the opposite side.

"The room is… Different," I say timidly, blinking in disbelief.

"Yeah, I was mad the first time too," Enid says with a reluctant sigh, evidently annoyed by the division of the room.

"Wednesday! I want to introduce you to someone," Enid announces, turning her gaze to her roommate on the other side of the ribbon.

Wednesday, focused on the typewriter, emits a small grunt before turning towards us with a rigid and impenetrable posture.

Her dark hair is braided into two impeccable braids that fall on her shoulders with precision and order. Her face is pale, almost ethereal, but her eyes are intense, deep, and penetrating. Her posture is rigid, but she exudes a silent confidence, as if she is aware of her inner power. The air around her seems filled with mystery and fascination, and even though her gaze is cold and distant, there is something about her that attracts and fascinates. It's as if she's enveloped in an aura of darkness, yet at the same time of strength and determination.

Her black eyes scan my figure, and I feel the warmth rising to my cheeks with embarrassment. Thank goodness Wednesday can't see it. I breathe deeply, relieved.

"What is she?" Wednesday asks with sharp curiosity, analyzing me with her gaze.

"Wednesday! You need to be more polite," Enid scolds her, but Wednesday ignores her with indifference.

My heart begins to beat faster as Wednesday approaches me, nervousness growing with each step she takes. Her presence, even silent, seems to envelop me in an atmosphere of mystery and tension, making me feel as if I'm under her scrutinizing gaze.

"You're not a vampire, a werewolf… not even a mermaid…" she mutters softly, her eyes scrutinizing mine intensely.

Her gaze is piercing, full of determination and fascination. "What are you?" she repeats, her voice neutral but curiosity palpable in the air.

I feel cornered, a knot forming in my throat, tightening.

Spontaneously, Wednesday reaches out and places her hands on my face, the tips of her fingers delicately touching my mask.

"Don't," I say in a low but sharp voice, trying to dissuade her.

Wednesday tilts her head slightly, ignoring my request, and brushes her fingers against the mask, exploring its texture with curiosity. Her hand wraps around my mask, and the contact sends shivers down my spine.

My breath becomes irregular as Wednesday continues to examine my mask with care, as if she wants to unveil the secret hidden beneath it. The touch of her fingers on my skin makes me feel vulnerable, exposed to her penetrating gaze.

"Please, stop," I whisper again, trying to control the agitation in my voice.

Wednesday doesn't seem at all disturbed by my request, continuing to explore the mask with an almost scientific curiosity. Her impassive face betrays no emotion, but I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I feel increasingly exposed in front of her.

"Wednesday, stop," says Enid firmly but gently, approaching us. "Y/n has her reasons for wearing that mask, and it's not right for you to force her to reveal it if she doesn't want to."

Wednesday turns to Enid, her cold and distant gaze piercing through her. "I'm not forcing anything," she replies calmly, "I'm just trying to understand."

Enid stands between me and Wednesday, shielding me with her body. "I understand, Wednesday, but there are better ways to get the answers you seek," she retorts, trying to defuse the situation.

I feel relieved by Enid's support, but at the same time anxious about how the situation will unfold.

After a moment of tense silence, Wednesday turns her back and walks away, heading towards the desk with measured steps. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I sink into a nearby chair.

"What an embarrassing moment," I say with a nervous smile, trying to break the ice.

Enid approaches and places a hand on my shoulder with an expression of solidarity. "Don't worry, Y/n. Wednesday can be a bit… intense at times," she comments with a half-smile.

"You said it," I reply with a small smile, grateful for Enid's support.

On the other side of the room, the incessant ticking of Wednesday's typewriter continues unabated, creating a constant background to our conversation. Her silent presence seems to have added a new dimension to the room, making it even more charged with mystery and tension.

"What do you say we go for a walk outside?" Enid suggests, trying to distract my mind from tumultuous thoughts.

"That sounds like a good idea," I respond with a grateful smile, happy to escape from that tense atmosphere. We rise and leave the room, leaving behind the constant ticking of Wednesday's typewriter.

She seems like an interesting girl I thought to myself

but she really doesn't give up

(…)

Weeks have passed since that first tense encounter with Wednesday, yet her obsession with uncovering what lay beneath my mask showed no signs of abating. Occasionally, during classes or in moments of break, I catch her staring at me with her piercing gaze, as if she wanted to pierce through the fabric of my mask and read my deepest thoughts.

Wednesday doesn't give up easily. She made various attempts: sending anonymous messages, appearing out of nowhere at the most unexpected times, sending Things, and even trying to remove my mask with a sudden gesture. Her questions become more frequent and casual, as if she wanted to uncover my secret through the most mundane conversation.

Flashback

During a break between classes, while I was sitting alone in a corner of the cafeteria, I felt a presence approaching. I looked up and saw Wednesday with her mysterious and aloof demeanor.

"May I sit here?" she asked calmly, indicating the seat across from me.

"Of course, go ahead," I replied, surprised by her sudden company.

Wednesday sat down with a fluid and silent movement, and for a moment we simply looked at each other, without saying a word. Then, without a smile or a greeting nod, she said, "How are you?"

"Quite well, thank you," I replied, trying to hide my surprise at finding her there.

That brief conversation remained imprinted in my mind for days, like an unsolved riddle. Yet, despite her seemingly insatiable interest in my mask, Wednesday did not seem at all frightened or disgusted by me. She was just… curious.

Flashback end

But then, without any warning, Wednesday stops altogether circling around me. She no longer approaches me with her questions or scrutinizing looks. I was left to wonder:

was I boring? Rude? Was I just being paranoid?

"It seems like she's gotten tired of you," Enid jokes, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe she's finally realized that beneath that mask, it's just you, and nothing so terrifying."

Enid's joke made me smile, but it didn't completely dissipate the tension that had built up inside me. I was nervous about the various conjectures swirling in my head, and I literally asked myself too many questions that had no answer.

"Thank goodness you found something to laugh about," I remarked, trying to conceal my mood.

Enid looked at me with a sympathetic expression. "You know, Y/n, I think you're reading too much into things. Maybe Wednesday has just found something else to focus on, or maybe she's decided she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable."

I wanted to believe Enid's words, but doubt continued to nag at me. "Maybe you're right," I replied, trying to convince myself.

"I promise that if there's anything to worry about, I'll let you know," Enid said sincerely, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I felt somewhat relieved by her promise, but I knew that until I had answers to my questions, my mind would continue to race incessantly. It was frustrating not knowing what was going through Wednesday's mind, but I had to find a way to stop tormenting myself with suppositions and hypotheses.

That afternoon, I found myself in Enid's room, determined to clear things up with Wednesday. The tension in the air was palpable as I tried to gather the courage to confront the situation.

"Wednesday, can I talk to you?" I asked, trying to stay calm despite my pounding heart.

The girl looked up from the book she was reading and glanced at me with detachment. "Sure," she replied simply, showing no sign of interest. Her eyes returned to the pages of the book she was reading.

"Why aren't you talking to me anymore?" I asked, feeling my voice tremble slightly with emotion.

Wednesday didn't even look up from her book. "I can't be friends with a girl who doesn't show her face," she said coldly, as if it were obvious.

Those words hit me like a punch to the gut. "You can't really think like that," I replied, trying to control my growing frustration. "I'm not just my mask, Wednesday. There's much more beneath it."

Wednesday remained impassive, and her indifference deeply hurt me. "You don't even listen to me," I whispered, feeling my heart breaking.

The girl didn't respond, continuing to read as if I were invisible. Frustration and anger welled up inside me, but in the end, I gave up.

With a sigh, I realized I had to accept the situation for what it was. "Maybe you're right," I admitted softly. "But you can't judge without knowing the truth." Wednesday looked up from her book, looking at me with a certain curiosity. "And what would the truth be?" she asked, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"The truth… I'm afraid," I replied, feeling a lump in my throat as my hands trembled slightly. With determination, I placed them on the mask, ready to reveal what I had hidden for so long.

Damn feelings I developed for you, persistent Goth I thought bitterly.

Wednesday watched carefully, her black eyes scrutinizing my face with intense curiosity. My heart pounded in my chest, silently praying that she would accept what she was about to see.

With a deep breath, I slowly removed the mask, revealing my true face. Behind it, a hideous scar extended from my eyebrow to my cheek, thankfully sparing my eye. It was a wound I had carried for years, a witness to a painful past that I had never shared with anyone.

Wednesday remained still, her eyes fixed on my scar. Her expression was inscrutable, but I could see surprise in her eyes.

The scar was large and deep, and I couldn't help but feel vulnerable as Wednesday examined it. But there was no more room to hide the truth, and I had to accept her judgment, whatever it may be.

Wednesday closed the book and approached me slowly, her gaze still fixed on the scar adorning my face. Her expression was a mixture of curiosity and shyness, as if she were unsure of what to do or say.

"Can I touch it?" she asked in a barely audible voice, and I nodded weakly, feeling my cheeks flush at her question.

With cautious movements, Wednesday came even closer, her fingers delicately touching my scarred skin. A shiver ran down my spine at the contact, but it wasn't disgust or fear. It was a feeling of calm and acceptance, as if that gesture meant something deeper than just physical contact.

I looked at her face as she examined the scar. Her eyes were full of empathy and understanding, and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It was as if I had finally found someone who truly understood me, without judging or condemning.

It was hard to believe that all this had happened because I had fallen in love with her. But now, looking at her up close like this, I realized that maybe it was worth risking my heart for someone who made me feel so alive and accepted.

"How did you get it?" Wednesday asked timidly, slightly clenching her jaw as she continued to observe the scar on my face.

My voice trembled slightly. "It was done by my father," I confessed, feeling the lump in my throat tighten. "He was drunk and one night he lost control."

My voice broke slightly as I remembered those painful moments, the fear and despair I had felt. But I knew I had to share the truth with Wednesday, even if it hurt to revisit those memories.

Wednesday gently caressed my cheek, the touch of her fingers on my scarred skin sending a slight shiver down my spine. "Why did you keep it hidden?" she asked with curiosity, her gaze still full of compassion.

"It's horrible…" I replied softly, feeling the weight of my words. "When everyone looked at me strangely or laughed, I decided to cover it up."

Wednesday's finger brushed against the scar on my eyebrow and a shiver ran down my spine. It was as if that simple gesture was breaking down the barriers I had built around me for years.

"It makes you strong," said Wednesday, tilting her head to the side as she looked at me intently. "And you're… Beautiful all the same."

Her words struck me deeply, and I felt my cheeks blush slightly at her unexpected compliment. It was hard to believe that someone could find beauty in that ugly scar, but with Wednesday beside me, I began to see myself with different eyes.

"Thank you," I replied sincerely, my heart filled with gratitude for her kindness. It was a moment of intimacy and sharing that I would never forget.

"Does Enid know?" Wednesday asked with curiosity, and I shook my head.

"No," I replied, feeling a shiver of nervousness run through my body.

"Are you afraid of her reaction?" she asked timidly, and I nodded slowly.

"If she says something, I'll kill her," said Wednesday with a serious tone, and I couldn't help but smile, feeling for the first time confident and beautiful for myself.

And beautiful for Wednesday.

[shares-a-vest]

'i have writer's block', i say as i go back to a little ficlet i've had sitting in my drafts for months and immediately turn into 1.4k...

Summer, 1995

Wayne Munson's hearing isn't what it used to be, but he is almost certain he can hear a steady stream of cooing sounds coming from Eddie's bedroom.

He frowns and looks at his watch.

It's only 6:30am.

He yawns at the early hour as he shuffles to the kitchen for his prized coffee pot. And gosh darn it, he thinks. He really didn't want to be on a shiftwork sleep schedule while the boys are visiting with his granddaughter.

"Joanie-Bear..."

"Joanie-Bolonge..."

Yep – that is definitely Eddie with one of his silly pet names and a high-pitched sing-song voice.

Wayne can't help but stifle a chuckle as he fetches a clean mug from the drying rack on the sink. He's never known Eddie to wake up this early. Not even back when Steve moved in with his militant morning routine of jogging-showering-breakfast, all before Eddie's third alarm finally rustled him semi-conscious.

He sets his mug down with a clang on the bench as the incessant beeping of Eddie's blasted wristwatch sounds through his waning eardrums. He wishes he'd never bought the thing (in his futile efforts to make his nephew punctual) in the first place.

But the distant memory of Eddie's useless watch is quickly replaced with the disgruntled wailing of Joanie – a living, breathing tiny-human alarm that will surely be more than effective in getting his nephew up at a decent hour. For the next few years, at least.

He foregoes a courteous knock and opens the bedroom door to find Eddie sitting at the end of the bed with Steve in his lap as they both look into the crib that contains the source of the ruckus.

"What are you boys doing?" Wayne asks with fond amusement.

"Saying good morning to the light of our lives," Steve says, all syrupy-sweet as he reaches down and makes a shushing noise.

Wayne steps closer, smiling as he catches sight of his granddaughter.

"Hey, darling."

Joanie smiles so wide her eyes crinkle up, cheeks growing rosier as she kicks her feet with such vigour she could tear straight through her yellow onesie.

"We were basking in the peace and quiet," Eddie explains with an adoring sigh, "Gotta relish it before this little bean starts going about her busy day of toddling, talking and getting stinky."

"Talking?" Wayne is very much aware he sounds disappointed.

"Bee-shabba-fur," Eddie turns to Steve with complete seriousness, punctuating his babble-talk with a hand flourish.

"Eepa-nann-ca," Steve agrees, nodding up at Wayne like he is supposed to chime in.

He smiles, "I don't think you should be accusing anyone of being stinky, Eddie. I remember you at her age all too clearly."

His nephew frowns and hides behind Steve's shoulder to shield himself from any more barbs, even though his boy claps a hand over his own mouth to contain his laughter.

"A... app-ess," Joanie babbles and excitedly kicks her feet again.

"That means applesauce," Steve nods as Joanie starts grumbling again and makes grabby hands in the air.

"Looks like she's expecting that applesauce right now," he warns the pair as he scoops her up.

"But – " Steve protests.

"Shh," Eddie cuts him off as his eyes get all droopy, "Let him take her."

Wayne rolls his eyes.

Alright, so maybe Eddie still isn't a morning person. Parenthood has just forced it on him.

"Come on, kid," he says as his granddaughter cranes her neck to look out expectantly at the kitchen.

Although he is thrilled to have a whole two weeks with the boys and Joanie, the trio being back in Hawkins means that Wayne has to share them with others, including the Hendersons. Call him selfish, but he'd much prefer to just stay at home all day than pack half the house into the car for the short trip across town for lunch.

As Steve opens the car door to sit with Joanie, she grumbles and squirms, whipping her head about. Wayne dips his head to get a look at the fuss she beams, making an eh noise at the sight of him. He barks a laugh as she swivels to look at her father, her hair fashioned into two not-so-small buns giving her a disproportionate bobblehead.

"You want Pa to sit with you?" Steve asks the kid.

She shoots Steve a look like she is desperate for him to vacate the seat.

"You drive," Wayne nods, ensuring they arrange something before Eddie insists on driving.

He really doesn't feel like getting car sick before a Claudia Henderson-catered lunch.

With Steve safely driving, and Eddie being distracted by some local council drama playing out over the talk-back hour on the radio, Wayne can relax.

That is until he feels a little paw clawing at his hand.

"You wanna hold my hand," he asks Joanie as he offers his palm.

"Eh-ep...ish," she stutters out all spittle-filled.

"That means 'yes please'," Eddie chimes, leaning into the crackling radio as he scoffs at the disc jockey's quip.

Wayne chuckles, "Figured that."

He looks down to find Joanie now tracing the many lines on his palm. She's in a state of deep concentration, leaning as far forward as her car seat straps will allow as she goes.

She soon takes his thumb in her hand, clenching her fist around it as she grows tired, most likely due to the bumps in the road interrupting her tracing game rather than any actual sleepiness. Wayne can feel her soft fingertips press against the callous on his knuckle. She freezes and unfurls her hand to examine it.

She looks up with the same confused frown Eddie always had as a kid, her big brown eyes clearly expressing thoughts that she can't yet put into words. But she is most definitely thinking away in that little noggin.

She presses her forefinger to the callous to poke at it.

"Got a lot of those, I'm afraid," he explains, "Too tough for your hands."

She looks him over, eyes darting about as she opens her mouth like she is readying herself to respond.

For a moment, he thinks she might not have a damn clue, but then she takes his thumb again and pulls it close. He has to shift a little so his hand isn't twisting on the edge of the baby seat but sure enough, Joanie holds his hand for the remainder of the ride.

When they reach the Hendersons, Claudia announces she already has lunch well underway. She and Wayne think alike when Joanie is around. Rush through all that boring grown-up stuff to get straight to playtime with the kid.

Steve is going about his usual routine, carrying his daughter around the house to give her a tour while the others make the finishing touches on lunch.

Though Wayne is sure Eddie and Dustin are each sneaking samples and more getting in the way than actually helping. He smirks at the sound of something clanging in the kitchen and Claudia giving a scolding, "Dusty!" as he rounds the corner to the dining room.

Steve is walking around the table with Joanie in his arms, counting the chairs aloud. But Joanie isn't listening. She spots Wayne and beams.

"Pa!"

His heart stops – or maybe it swells.

Joanie outstretches her hands as she tries to wiggle out of her father's grip. And Steve, the poor boy, looks shell-shocked. He blinks, eyes as wide as Claudia's special-occasion dinner plates.

"Eh-Eddie!" Steve half stutters, half shrieks as tears begin to well up.

"What, what, what?" his nephew panics, walking in from the kitchen cradling a gravy boat like his hands are too full for anything else.

He walks right up to Steve and practically hooks his chin on his shoulder. Eddie frowns at his partner. And Joanie just keeps squirming, now turning her attention to her father.

"Pa!" she whines through a frustrated little hiccup as she points across the room.

Eddie yelps and cups a hand over his mouth.

Thankfully, Wayne doesn't hear the sound of the gravy boat dropping onto the freshly-vacuumed carpet. He doesn't even look to make sure. He's far too focused on his granddaughter.

"She said her first word," Steve whispers like he has a frog in his throat.

Joanie did say her first word.

Wayne's granddaughter said her first word.

And her first word referred to him.

Her Pa.

His bottom lip wobbles as they lock eyes once more.

But the moment is short-lived as the kid resumes wriggling about, pushing against Steve's possessive hold with some real force this time as she balls up a fistful of her father's pale blue polo shirt.

"Pa!" she dry-sobs.

Wayne shakes his head and steps forward. He'll have to save the serious emotions and a doting session with the boys for later if they want to avoid a catastrophic meltdown right now. He beams as he rushes the couple of strides it takes to reach his cranky granddaughter, who remains completely unaware of the marvel that has everyone at a useless standstill.

"Better do as she says," he laughs, taking her from Steve.

The boy has no choice but to give her up.

Joanie almost jumps into his embrace as she hooks her arms in a vice-like grip around his neck. Wayne looks at the boys, apologetic as he bounces his granddaughter.

Not that she needs settling now, anyway.

More of this au HERE

[yandere--stuck]

Hey it's me from the yandere tfp autobots x kids(platonic) ask. First, I have to say what you did was great and I absolutely loved it! Second, I have an alternative way for this that I think is pretty cool.

What if the children actually managed to escape. For example, they were able to get into contact with agent fowler (maybe through a pager idk) and snuck out of base with June and was picked up by the military. And now the autobots are doing everything in their power to get "their" kids back home. Maybe they do end up getting the kids back or maybe they don't.

I liked the way you wrote the one before and would like this in the same way, but if you just want to comment on this and not write a whole thing again, I understand.

TYSM I loved your ideas and I love familial yandere team prime!!! I kinda changed up some of the details, but I hope you like it nonetheless! Thank you for sending this in ;w;

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"Come on, Bee, this isn't you!" Raf pleaded, looking up at the scout. 

From where Miko was cradled in Bulkhead's arms, she could look over the giant, makeshift baby gate the autobots had fashioned for them, watching as Bumblebee tried and failed to distract Raf with one of their racing games. Raf's controller had long since been abandoned, with Bee ignoring the boy's pleas and puppy dog eyes as he kept focus on beating Raf's static avatar.

She'd been in there not too long ago, but was removed for 'upsetting Rafael' and 'throwing a tantrum.' Bullshit! Raf was upset already! They both were! And she had every right to be pissed and try to break things! They couldn't keep them here like this! It was crazy. It's what the *'Cons would do.

That comment and Rafael crying is what got her put in timeout - being plucked up from under her arms and wrapped up like a burrito in a blanket, held in Bulkhead's arms. 

"Some time with her Sire should calm her down," Ratchet had said as he passed Miko off to the green mech.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" She yelled up, writhing in the tight hold of the blankets.

Bulkhead only smiled down at her, beginning to rock her slowly in his arms. "It's okay, Miko, I know you're confused. But, you'll see, this is for the best."

Miko huffed, gritting her teeth at the memory. She turned her attention back to Bee and Raf, the former responding to Rafael's begging with a series of beeps. Miko strained her ears to form some sort of sentence through the sounds. Sometimes, it almost seemed like the noises resembled some words, but maybe that was just coincidence. She didn't understand Bumblebee the way Raf did. But whatever the scout said, it sure sounded… Sad. Maybe she could take some comfort in knowing at least one of them felt bad.

"Ah, don't worry, Miko," Bulkhead's voice drew her eyes back onto him. "You'll be able to go back once you calm down."

"I am calm," she seethed through clenched teeth. "I am the most calm any person has ever been. Ever."

Bulkhead chuckled. "Well, you aren't squirming anymore, at least."

"Remember, she's a wily one," Ratchet called from over his shoulder. 

The wrecker chuckled. "Trust me, I'm well aware."

The death glare she shot the both of them must have been as piercing as she intended, all levity deflating from them the moment they met her eyes.

The smile that had run from Ratchet's face quickly returned, though, as he approached Bulkhead from behind, reaching over with a stubby digit to gently brush against Miko's hair.

"We say it with love," Ratchet explained.

Miko frowned up at them. "You guys don't even realize how crazy you're acting right now."

Ratchet scoffed. "I'd hardly call caring for our Sparklings 'crazy.'"

"You haven't always exactly made them feel entirely welcome, Ratch." Bulkhead retorted.

"That was before!" The medic snapped, before catching himself. He vented, a remorseful expression on his faceplates as he turned back to Miko. "And I am sorry."

"... Did the 'Cons do something to you guys' heads?"

"This again…" Ratchet muttered, finally returning to his post at the comm system.

"Don't worry," The Wrecker soothed his charge. "If anything, we're probably thinking clearer than ever. And you won't have to worry about them ever again.

Miko huffed again, turning her attention back to Rafael and Bee.

"Nothing bad's happened yet," Raf told him. "If you let us go now, nobody's gonna be in trouble. We can still be friends. It's okay."

Bee seemingly couldn't bring himself to look down at his friend, staring straight at the screen as he let out a few more sad-sounding beeps and boops.

"He's right, you know," Miko turned her attention back on Bulkhead. "If you just say sorry and stuff because you got a little crazy and let us go, we'll forgive you."

"And let you go back out there to be hurt again? No way. Or to your host family, who probably don't even care. Or your 'real' family? Who sent you away and don't even know where you are or what you're doing?"

"I'm an exchange student! It's part of a program. They do care."

"Seemed pretty eager to send you far, far away to me."

Miko shook with anger, feeling her frown deepen into a sneer. Her lips pulled back and she felt tears just barely prickly at her eyes. She tried to stifle a sniffle and turn away from the bot, but was immobile from the blankets cocoon she was wrapped in. All she could do was turn her face away and try not to sniffle and cry too obviously.

"Oh, sweetspark, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry," Bulkhead cooed.

"It's a hard truth she has to learn," Ratchet called from over his shoulder. "Better to learn it now than when it could really hurt her."

"See? We're doing this because we care. Your family. Raf's. Even with June, it's clear that they either aren't fit to care for you guys or just don't care at all. But, we do."

"You don't know anything," Miko blinked back tears, glaring at nothing. "And when Jack gets out of here, you're gonna be in big trouble."

Ratchet suddenly barked out a laugh. "Ha! This is our base, Miko, we know it better than anyone else. And with Optimus and Arcee hot on their trail, I don't see them leaving anytime soon."

An alert rang out over the comms, making Miko's head perked up. She tried to crane her head to see - Bulkhead thankfully turned around to give her a better view.

"In fact, that's probably them right now," Ratchet announced, a smug smile flashing over his features. "Arcee? I take it we have our boy?"

"No! Just June," Arcee's voice fizzled in. "She said Jack made it out."

"Scrap." Bulkhead vented.

"Wh- h- that's impossible!" The doctor spluttered.

"She says she gave him her pager. He's probably contacted Fowler by now."

"Double scrap."

Arcee continued. "Optimus and I are gonna keep looking, but if he's not here…"

"Told you so!" Miko blurted out, voice flooded with a smug sense of satisfaction. "You guys are in so much trouble."

Ratchet ignored her. "Right. Don't worry, we'll figure it out."

With a final affirmative from Arcee, the line went dead.

Ratchet vented heavily. "Well. This is quite the puzzle."

"You're screwed!" Miko laughed, only to be met with a disapproving wave of one of Bulkhead's digits.

"Language," he warned.

"Stop treating me like a baby!"

"Can't, considering you're acting like one."

"Bulk!"

"Hey, here's an idea," Ratchet mused aloud, looking over different files. "We may not be screwed, after all."

"Ratchet, not you, too," The wrecker whined.

The medic stepped aside, extending his arm as if to show off to Miko the different files that flashed on screen. "It sure would be a shame if someone compiled a string of audio clips that just happened to sound like you're explaining it was all a big misunderstanding, wouldn't it, Miko? Especially if we have audio recording devices everywhere that caught all of your conversations, giving us plenty to pick through and cobble together, huh?"

Miko felt her stomach drop. The dawning horror overcoming her must have been apparent on her face, as Ratchet's smile faded and his brows bunched together.

"Jack will be with us soon, don't you worry." He assured.

If anything, it only made her feel worse.

[formulapai]

Omg that anon is a genius. If you are not too busy and bothered by this I think it would be amazing to write redbull sebastian.

Sorry if there are any mistakes here, English isn't my first language

Ahah of course !! Don’t worry darling, English isn’t my first language either 🫶

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He’s in love with your attitude and how you’re not scared to stand up for yourself, voice loud and proud.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

RB Seb adores your lips, he loves to see them stretch in a smile, he loves to kiss them, he loves to stare at them when you talk. he buys you tinted lip balms and lipstick, lip gloss and lip oils only so he can see you put it on and observes how it changes the aspect of your lips.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle with you in his driver’s room before a race, calming his nerves before he has to jump in his car and breathing in your scent as his nose nuzzles your neck.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

His ideal date is the two of you ordering room service while staying in a fancy hotel, cuddling I bc bed while watching TV and exchanging sweet kisses. He’s a busy bee so he can’t always take you out to a restaurant, room service does the job just fine !

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s pretty clumsy with his emotions, too proud to admit his weakness at first and shutting you out when he’s upset instead of talking to you. The two of you work together and he slowly gets better at expressing emotions.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

He knows he wants one but for now, he feels too young and too focused on his career to settle down completely, happy with only the two of you.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He loves to spoil you with gifts and makes it known, buying you jewelry and clothes so you can wear them out and he can softly brag about it. He also adores to brings you things from his travels, little souvenirs he carefully picks.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He holds your hand when the two of you are out together, a protective action he naturally does when he sees the crowd waiting for the two of you. his hand stays in yours as you walk in the paddock, only letting it go as he signs fan’s papers and takes photos with them.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Will make a big deal out of it but will stop when he sees that it’s not helping the situation at all, seeking medical advice as soon as possible if it’s more serious than a bruise, nagging you about your clumsiness.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Ohhhh boy, he’s all about jokes and teasing. his mouth is loud and big, running all day and spewing sarcastic remarks when he can.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

His kisses are desperate and needy, a little rough and clumsy but he pours all his adoration in them so that makes it up. he just has so much love for you and wants to show you how he feels.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

His witty remarks are his way of showing his love, he teases you all day long but he knows you enough to know when to stop, switching his demeanor to a more calm, almost shy one. he also loves some quality time as he’s always so busy, wrapping his arms around you as you watch a movie together.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Your first kiss. it was after a date night out in a restaurant filled with laughter and gossips, his hand finding yours for the first time across the table as he sends you a genuine smile, his eyes crinkling. he drives you back to your apartment and stops you before you leave his car, carefully kissing you and wishing you a good night, thanking you for this date.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Being hurt in race. obviously, it’s every drivers’s fear, but he’s completely scared of being hurt and having to see the worry take over your face, watching tears fill up your eyes and not being able to do anything to stop them.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

He looks for you wherever he goes, even when he knows you’re not there. he’s so addicted to your presence that he seeks it all the time, casting glances towards the crowd in hope to spot you.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Maus ! it’s teasing but cute, comparing you to a squeaky little animal and laughing as he sees your offended face.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

When he’s not busy, he loves to just lay in bed with you and rest, enjoying the peace and quiet as he listens to you softly speaking, head buried in your belly as you softly stroke his hair, humming in contentment.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Viva la Vida - Coldplay

505 - Arctic Monkeys

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Pretty open, he loves to share gossips with you but is still a little hesitant about sharing his thoughts and worries. he makes effort and become more and more open though.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Not long, he knew from the moment he saw you that he wanted you, openly flirting with you and flashing you his award-winning smile.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’s completely lost, he wants to give you some space but he also wants to know what’s happening. in the end, he carefully asks you what you want right now and acts on it, respecting your wishes.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s proud of himself and of his talent, that’s for sure. he loves to show you off as his, protective hands wrapped around you in public, your name pronounced in every one of his interviews.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He’ll start a fight for you, protecting you from anyone even looking at you in a bad way.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s getting better every day ! he takes little notes about what you like and don’t, what you did, what you want, anything so he can understand you better.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Right after a podium, in the middle of the crowd as everyone scream around you, not even thinking about it because of the adrenaline taking over him. had he thought about it, he’d have proposed to you in a better setting, taking you out to eat and getting on his knees there, but he’s still young and dumb, too happy and too eager to propose to you as he’s just won another race.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

You, your presence next to him in bed, your arms wrapped around him, your scent enveloping him. Just you.

[zvdvdlvr]

fluff alphabet

j.gibbs

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

warnings: mentions of fighting, shooting, bleeding

readers pronouns: unspecified i think

reading time: 3-5 minutes

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

your patience. jethro is kinda flabberghasted how someone would voluntarily stick around him for so long with his attitude n shit

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

hips. shut up. he LOVES to pull you in by your waist, maybe rub some circles into your skin. its just an intimate way of showing his affection

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

just lay on him. jethro does not give two shits. any of that 'i might hurt you' bs is out the mf window. j's a big boy, he can handle himself

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

it brings him comfort to be out of his house, out with the same routine just for a day, so 9 times out of 10, the sexy silver fox probably takes you out to the/a cabin and loves the hell outta you

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

acts of service fr

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

jay personally doesn't want kids. if you talk him into getting a pet he'll be willing to get a (protective) dog, cat, or maybe even a fish

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

jethro is more of an 'acts of service' kinda guy. he knows how you love plants though. so when he can, he runs to some plant shop and get some small succulants and some colorful pots, so you have a choice on what you want the lil baby in

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

depending on the day, gibbs will generally grab your hand and kiss the palm of your hand and lace your fingers together, but other days, he just needs you to initiate the pda

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

a rush of emotions. fury at whoever the hell did this, to guilt that he couldn't protect you. he will 10/10 be all "why the hell would you go in there and get shot???" n "wanna tell me what possessed you to get your ass handed to ya on a platter?" or maybe just a worried sigh

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

jethro doesnt prank, he jokes. he makes smart ass comments when he can, and watches out of the corner of his eye your reaction. he chuckles when he sees you look down and press a hand to your mouth to try to keep your laugh from being heard

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

NECK KISSES, FORHEAD KISSES

okay so,,,

when you kiss him you make a bee line to tease him first. you love the JUST BARELY audible whines he lets out LIKE UGHHH 😩🤪😍🤪😩❤😩🤪😩😩🤪😩😩 the. when you do kiss him, he likes to bite your lip cuz why not

when he kisses you, he lovess that delicious little exhale into his mouth, like that man just swallows it up. its cute to him how you legit turn to putty in his hands (and mouth 😏)

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

acts of service. literally stop it its so cute, the things he does 😭❤

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

when you first made each other laugh. his laugh was small, but a belly laugh nonetheless. your laugh was a half snort half giggle. he loved how imperfect and ubrupt it was.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

losing you. in front of him. while hes retrained and helpless. jethro hates that feeling of being helpless, and not in control

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

jethro picks his nails. no, i will not elaborate.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

he loves calling you sweetheart, (any kind of nickname that relates to ur name), darlin. pretty original, but hot

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

highkey loves when you giys are just in his basement and your reading a book or whatever, radio's on, and your just existing together. you guys both like to gossip n shit, dont get me wrong lmao, but jethro fr loves that peace you give him without even knowing it

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

american pie (no comment)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

uhhhhh depends in the situation. jethro is not a good talker but he tries. he will try to keep the kelly-shannon comments to a minimum. a part of him will always love them, and he's happy you're cool with knowing that

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

more than a year ill tell you that 😭

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

cold, snappy, dry. there's really only two ways to pull the plug out of his ass, and thats by a.) giving him time to go through the issue by himself b.) shooting getting through the problem by talking to him

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

he's casual about the relationship unless he's jealous. then he'll let this arm slip around your waist and he'll make sure to kiss you on the lips (and maybe linger a bit 🤭) before walking away

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

completely confident in your abilities as an agent and person. as a partner, he gets protective as hell, meaning he'll make sure every move you make is watched and his people have eyes on you if your undercover or whatever

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

overall 8.5/10. picked up tricks with his other wives. of course, every person is different and he learned to adapt his jarsh personality to somewhat smooth out your anger and frustrations, and will always be willing to fuc give you advice if necessary

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

on a coffee/tea date. he'd probably be on some "sweetheart, i've been thinkin' if you'd want to be called my final lover?" oui oui 🤭💍

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

your presence. you just have that aura that subconsciously reassures him that you have his back, and he has yours.

[what-gs-watching]

“It all looked so simple in Jane Austen.”

So after I finished Good Omens (and sobbed, and got deep into fanfic, and sobbed some more, and then immediately started it over, and over)  I harassed my sister into watching both seasons, she’s on maternity leave and was looking for something. I made her text me along her journey and I was sooo excited for her to get to the end, I was literally tracking her and squealing about it to my husband.

Gang. After she watched the finale, she just said “I never got a romantic vibe from them….”

Like. I can’t. I literally said “c’mon that’s not real” but she doubled down. I understand we’re different people and we watch things differently but jesus. It was extremely disappointing. This is why she always wanted to unsubscribe from What G’s Watching, clearly. 

But we’re gonna shake it off, and talk about it. Season 2 episode 6. And how absolutely fucking crushing it is. Thank god for the internet. 

Right. So Aziraphale starts enacting his own plan while Shax tries to be menacing outside, setting up his portal to heaven. It looks good on baby boy, not going to lie, guardian of the Eastern gate comes out, it’s that ‘little bit of a bastard’ we’ve been looking for all season.

Up in heaven Crowley gives a rousing speech about bees to convince Muriel to take him to her office,  and then changes his getup after they call him a “murder hornet, or a snake…” Bravo to whoever designed this outfit, the tracksuit and the little sandals and his painted nails. He’s hippity hoppity Crowley and it’s so endearing. 

Muriel is fairly upset when they realize they’re helping a demon but they produce Gabriel’s file anyway because they can’t open it, so why not; “you need to be a throne or dominion or above.” But Crowley can. And I know there are a ton of theories out there about why he can, but my favorite likens Crowley to an engineer (he did create the stars, afterall) that’s been fired by a lazy startup who never changes their API keys. Of course, that’s not as salacious as the thought that he was an important angel before he fell, but it’s my favorite thought. I love engineers. 

Come to find out that Gabriel had decided that he didn’t want to do Armageddon 2: Electric Boogaloo, refusing to use his powers as Supreme Archangel, and the rest of the crew were none too happy about it. Saraquel shows up while they’re watching the scene unfold, and again Crowley doesn’t remember someone he supposedly worked closely with (more implications, but I can’t right now) and so she lets Crowley see Gabriel’s resulting “trial”.

Surprise, Metatron is running the thing - Gabriel thinks he’ll be sent down to hell but he says  no, one archangel cast down is a good story but two makes it look like an institutional problem (it absolutely is) and so instead he’ll have his memory wiped, and become a scrivener, one level below Muriel. Crowley gives her a sweet little pat on the arm when she’s proud of that, it’s so endearing. 

Gabriel seems to take it in stride, asks if he can clean out his desk and they let him, because sure, and he makes a break for it. You can see him stripping out of his heavenly suit while wielding the box he showed up to Az’s shop with, scribbling something on the bottom and then dropping the matchbox as he enters the elevator. 

When they realize he’s doing something squirrely, they try to wipe his memory without him present (y’all dicks)  only to realize he’s no longer in heaven. Metatron is none too happy, it’s clear that mofo is pulling the strings entirely, and instead of sounding the alarm, he wants the other angels to find him, quickly and quietly.

Back at the shop, Shax tries to convince Maggie and Nina into letting them in, taunting Maggie who is suddenly very brave , butMaggie accidentally tells them to come in and say their insults to her face. So, they do. 

And Aziraphale’s trick with the portal works for a bit, stupid demons keep stepping in and getting vaporized, but that’s not going to work for long so they retreat up the spiral stairs while the demons advance. 

At the top, Nina and Maggie arm themselves with fire extinguishers, a lot of fire extinguishers. Which I’m sure we all imagine is Crowley’s doing, I can see him trying to clandestinely fill the bookshop with them after the devastating fire. I guarantee it’s his (not so) irrational fear. And you know Aziraphale noticed but said nothing about it, because why would they talk about those horrible feelings.

So as the demons try to climb the stairs the girls are spraying the extinguishers and that works a bit too. Shax is back at trying to be menacing, though she does a bit of a better job - calling Az Crowley’s emotional support angel, she accuses him, “the softest touch, the one who went native”, sneering at him about big human meals and sushi. And you can see it gets to him. He’s probably thinking he should be more ferocious in the face of all this.

And then the girls run out of extinguishers and they ask if they can throw books and he hates the idea, they offer encyclopedias and he acquiesces. I love the look on his face while they’re hurling the books though, he has gone native but it’s in the sweetest little ways. He loves knowledge; Crowley gave humans knowledge.

It’s now time for Aziraphale to do something, really do something, so he goes for broke. He steels himself and he removes his halo from seemingly nothing and he throws it down into the shop. One of the demons toe at it gently and then TADA! All demons (except Shax) are blown to bits. Guardian Aziraphale says “I may have just started a war”, because of course he did. 

In heaven, Crowley, Muriel and Saraquel see alarm bells so they decide to head back down to get involved in Aziraphale’s mess, and I love the scene in the elevator with all the angels huddled against one side while Crowley grins at them from the other and his clothes change back, “funny old world, isn't’ it?”

When they show up in the bookshop Az is so excited and Crowley asks what he did to them all. He’s not proud to admit he “did the thing with the halo” but Crowley absolutely loves it; yes he loves to rescue Aziraphale but he also loves when Aziraphale stands up for himself. Boy is tickled over it. 

But of course shit’s about to get real, Beelzebub shows up with a handful of demons all thrilled that they’re finally at war. Crowley isn’t having it, he’s commanding a room full of idiot angels and idiot demons and he asks Az for the box Jim/Gabriel showed up with so they can sort this shit out. On the bottom, he’d written “I’m in the FLY!” 

So they turn it over to Beez, who finds the fly that’s been sneaking around the entire season, and she says “it’s familiar.” she coaxes it over to her, sweetly, “look at you, you’re perfect.” It’s a turnaround for her - we haven’t seen much of her this season but last season she was absolutely not any kind of soft. 

She gives the fly to Gabriel, tells him to take it gently and open it. And he does. 

Is this part a little rushed? Yes. We see Gabriel traveling through his memories, meeting Beezlebub during the apocalypse-that-wasn’t, commiserating over their jobs. And then they meet in a pub to talk about apocalypse mark II, but their hearts don’t seem exactly in it. A third meeting, where Gabriel proposes they maybe don’t armageddon at all - Beez is intrigued, and agrees, and they hear “Everyday” playing on the pub’s speakers. Beezlebub says she likes it, and Gabriel decides that if she does, he does too. 

Every time they meet they say there’s no reason to ever meet again. And then a fourth time, Gabriel takes Beez to his statue in Edinburgh (which I think is absolutely hilarious, calling back to the conversation in 1827 wherein Crowley suggests he comes down to stare at it and marvel at his own beauty. Bingo.)

They go to the Resurrectionist pub afterward and they sit in a cozy little booth at the back. Gabriel miracles the jukebox to play “Everyday”, he tells Beez it’ll always be there on, to ease the afflicted, and she’s appreciative of the gesture. She gives him a gift in return, the fly, which she says is a container. Gabriel says “no one’s ever actually given me anything before.”

And that’s all it takes, y’all. Heaven is so sterile and unfeeling and clean and cold that all it takes for an archangel to think ‘fuck it’ is a small gesture of kindness, of thought. For someone to give him something. Crowley’s been giving Aziraphale things for 6,000 years.

In the shop, Gabriel is full Gabriel now and everyone realizes slowly what’s going on. Beezlebub is called a traitor for collaborating with heaven, but she says she didn’t collaborate any more than Gabriel did. And then she says:

“I just found something that mattered more to me than choosing sides.”

The LOOK on Aziraphale’s face, he reaches out and grabs Crowley’s shoulder. Sweet angel is incredulous and excited and hopeful. And it’s what Crowley has been trying to tell him ALL ALONG. They matter more than choosing sides, they always have. 

Is it infuriating that Gabriel and Beezlebub can figure this out in what must feel like, 30 seconds to them? Absolutely. But the problem is, neither one of them gives a shit about earth or humanity. Crowley and Az are on their own side, but that side has always included the stupid little planet that brought them together. So it can’t be as simple. Nothing can ever be as simple. 

Meanwhile, Nina and Maggie are still in the shop but they need to  be ushered out so as not to turn into pillars of salt. Crowley says he’ll take them but Aziraphale is still holding his shoulder and when he breaks away you can see Az take a few steps forward still reaching for him. He’s so close to getting what he wants, if they can just wrap this situation up.

The point is, Beezlebub and Gabriel want to go off together and be left alone. Crowley tells the Alpha Centauri is nice, he always wanted to go, and Aziraphale’s face, again, jesus Michael Sheen and that face. The flicker of recognition and understanding, my poor heart. Beez tells  Shax she can be a duke of hell to discourage her from looking for them, and then they hold each other’s hands and disappear while singing “Everyday”. Annoying yes, but still sweet. 

In the coffee shop, there’s a slightly familiar old man, fucking Metraton, ordering a coffee from Nina and he asks her if anyone ever asks for ‘death’, gesturing at the name of the shop. She says no, they don’t, he says “No I don’t suppose they do, so predictable.” 

This asshole takes the coffee he ordered and heads over to the bookshop, interrupting the threats to be erased from the book of life being hurled at Aziraphale. The angels don’t recognize him. But Crowley does. Metraton tells the angels they don't have the authority to do what they’re suggesting, and he sends them back upstairs (minus Muriel) after they ask if they’ve done anything wrong and he tells them that remains to be seen.

Metatron asks Az if they can talk, and Aziraphale says there’s nothing to discuss, since his position has been made pretty goddamn clear. But Metatron offers him the coffee, goads him into taking it and having a sip. No one ever asks for death. He looks back to Crowley to figure out what to do (instinctual, heartbreaking) and Crowley tells him to go on. So he does. 

Muriel is still in the shop though, and Crowley tries to get her to go, he tells her that when Az returns they’re going to need “us time” (swoon, again), he says he wants to have an extremely alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz. He thinks the worst is behind them for now and he just wants to be with Aziraphale, and it’s just so dear. He gives Muriel a book and she leaves, and he sets himself to cleaning up the shop, fixing the bookshelves and covering the portal and messing about with Aziraphale’s chair, he’s anxious but he’s removing the obstacles in the way of his planned little trip. He just wants to be with the angel in a place that’s meaningful for them.

And then we see Nina and Maggie bickering a bit in the shop, Maggie wants to talk to Az and Crowley but Nina doesn’t think it will help, though she gives in anyway. They bust in on Crowley and tell them they have to talk to him, these girls are gonna call him on his shit. They tell him they’re real people, they aren’t toys to be played with, and he tries to defend the little charade that he and Az both had put on for them, but they don’t care. 

They tell him he needs to talk to Aziraphale. And he says they talk all the time, they’ve talked for millions of years. Except we all know that’s not talking, it’s not communicating. THEY’RE TALKING PAST EACH OTHER. They tell him that he needs to actually say what’s on his mind. And he seems to understand, finally. 

Woof. Okay. And then, Aziraphale comes back into the shop. And everyone holds their fucking breath.

Crowley tries to dive into it, he really does “if I don’t start talking I won’t ever start talking” but Aziraphale stops him because he can’t pick up on social cues?! Or how nervous Crowley is right now??! Or how serious he’s being?? I can’t.

It tumbles out of Aziraphale, he tells him that Metatron has asked him to replace Gabriel, because he’s a leader, and he doesn’t tell people what they want to hear. And Aziraphale resists at first, saying that he doesn’t want to go back to heaven. But Metatron pulls Crowley in, saying that their arrangement has been irregular, but if Az was archangel, he could restore his friend to full angelic status. The more you watch this part, the more it sounds like a fucking threat. And it is. Everyone asks for coffee, they never ask for death - Aziraphale took the coffee hesitantly, and if he doesn’t fully accept it, it really is death, but not for him. 

He paints a prettier picture for Crowley though, he seems to be excited and thrilled with the idea even though it’s not truly shining through. “You could come back to heaven and everything, like old times, only nicer!” Which Crowley hears as a slap in the face. Hears it as ‘I’ve been tolerating you but I’d really like to go back to the way things were’, hears it as a million different terrible things.

So he explodes a little bit and tells Aziraphale he’s better than that, “we’re better than that!”They don’t need them, they’re toxic.  He says they wanted him to be a duke of hell and he refused and fucking Aziraphale says obviously he said no to that, “you’re the bad guys”. My dude is choosing all of the wrong words. You’re gonna say “you’re” there? For real? Jesus christ. Because heaven is the side of “truth and light” and really baby, you are so far off the reservation right now. How the fuck do you truly think that anymore? 

Crowley tells him: “When Heaven ends life here on Earth, it'll be just as dead as if Hell ended it.” And it’s so crucially important but what he should have said was - ‘they’re not going to give up on trying to destroy everything and they’re tricking you into helping them’ but he doesn’t. And he’s so angry, he wants Azirphale to tell him that he said no, the second time he repeats it it’s so deflated, defeated, sad. But Az is convinced he can make a difference. 

This is where that familiar trope would come in wherein the character that was trying to confess how they really feel gives up, but I have to give this man credit, Crowley decides he’s going to power through it, he’s gonna say the things he needs to say, even if he already knows the outcome.

And everyone is still fucking holding their breath. Because poor Crowley is too, trying to get it all out. David Tennant is a beautiful disaster, huffing and stumbling and looking away and looking back. And it falls apart spectacularly.

“We've known each other a long time. We've been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team, a group. A group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend...I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an ‘us’. You and me, what do you say?”

How Aziraphale doesn’t crumple at all of this, I will never understand. Like, are you hearing what this beautiful demon is offering you? Maybe he shouldn’t have insinuated that you’d ‘leave’ together, he doesn’t want to go anywhere, not really but my brother in christ, he puts his heart on a platter all trussed up and still you’re not hearing him. Now would be a good time to tell him you don’t really have a choice, but oooh baby, you’re gonna lie through your teeth. Cool. Cool, cool, cool.

Instead, he asks Crowley to come to heaven and be his second in command (so fucking laughable) and insists again they can make a difference. Poor demon says “you can’t leave this bookshop” at that, and Az tells him nothing lasts forever. The girls had told Crowley to say what he’s really thinking, but he still isn’t doing it - you can’t leave me, you can’t leave earth, you can’t leave what we’ve built together.

 Hurdling onward, Crowley puts his sunglasses back on at that, he’d given his little confession without his ever-present protection, and he just says “Good luck.” At which point, Aziraphale makes a go of it himself, saying “Work with me! We can be together! Angels, doing good!” (and the ‘angels’ part is where he fucked up, he knows Crowley would never, ever, ever want to be an angel again). 

When Crowley’s not moved, he’s got one last thing, squeaking out: “I…need you!” and those are the wrong three words. We all know it. It’s there in his hesitation. And then he’s a little bit of an asshole, to protect himself: “I don’t think you understand what I’m offering you.” Which is essentially protection, a nowhere-near-perfect-but-maybe-it-can-be-enough way to be together.

Crowley tells him “I think I understand a whole lot better than you do” because that’s true, he knows neither of them would  be safe there, it’s a fucking TRAP, why isn’t he screaming it’s a trap?! I get it, he wants Aziraphale to say no because he should be enough, because Aziraphale needs to fully accept they’re on their own side for once, but the poor little one is not working off enough information, he hasn’t been. And It’s not fair to keep it from him, but here we are.

Sad little demon has to twist the knife a little bit, and he asks “do you hear that?” and of course there’s nothing to hear. He says, “No nightingales” and it breaks Aziraphale like it should. The song that had been playing at the Ritz when they toasted to the world. That was supposed to imply they’d get their happy ending. The words do what they need to do.

Has anyone breathed this entire time? How was I simultaneously holding it in and screaming at the two of them at the same time? Crowley waits a beat  and he says “You idiot…we could have been us” and I guarantee you there’s no air in the room and Aziraphale looks like he’s going to cry (or is likely crying already) and Crowley crosses the room and he grabs the angel by his lapels and

Crowley kisses him. 

Like he’s desperate. Like it’s a ‘hail mary’ that he knows isn’t going to work. Like it’s the last chance he’ll ever get. And it isn’t sweet, it isn’t tender, it isn’t a vavoom under an awning or a sudden revelation during a slow dance. 

Aziraphale looks like he’s in pain, and his hands flutter around a bit, one of them resting on Crowley’s shoulder briefly, he doesn’t know what the fuck to do, it’s not like it should be at all, and it’s fucking agonizing to watch. It’s a fucking gut punch. For them, for everyone.

When they break away, Aziraphale does crumple (as much as he can anyway) and then he says the worst thing he could possibly say. “I forgive you.” It’s the most devastating of the wrong three words he could possibly choose. There’s hesitation again, but he still chose wrong. No more Guardian of the Eastern Gate, no more bravery. Always wrong.

Crowley tells him not to bother, and then he’s gone. At this point, we need to give all the awards to Michael Sheen - Aziraphale’s face is a mash of anguish and anger and desperation and frustration and confusion and broken and he just puts his hands to his lips (so did I). Utter devastation.

We all know the rest: Metatron comes back and ushers Aziraphale out of the bookshop even though he does half-heartedly try to say maybe he’s changed his mind, it doesn’t matter now though, he’s done too much damage and he knows it. So he goes. And Crowley’s there outside, standing stock fucking still against the Bentley, staring through his shades. You know his eyes never leave Aziraphale, you know the angel can feel every ounce of it, and before he gets on the elevator he does dare to look back, but he steps in anyway. 

Oh, the grand plan, by the way? The one Aziraphale is perfect to lead? The second coming. 

Crowley gets in the Bentley once they’ve gone, and the radio plays him “A nightingale sang in berkeley square”. He lets it, briefly, then shut it off and drives away. The credits show their faces side by side, Crowley hidden behind his glasses but dejected, resigned, Aziraphale trying to plaster on his best ‘jolly good’ face. It goes on for minutes. And it breaks you.

And so. TFL;DDR (too fucking long, definitely didn’t read): somehow an angel and a demon hiding a amnesiac archangel in a quiet bookshop turns into a 6000-year-long love story that will rip your fucking guts out, make you believe in soul mates, shatter your emotional processing skills, hurt you in a way you can’t exactly define, and leave you in a puddle of goo, dazed and wondering what the fuck just happened. Or maybe that’s just me. 

I haven’t connected to a show like this in a long time. And I’m so grateful for it. Like I said, a love story, in the most beautiful and worst ways possible.

[dirtytransmasc]

Vance Hopper HC's part 2

part 1 here

he's not quick to trust, but once he does, he shows it by leaving his back towards you, relaxing with his eyes closed, leaving his resources* out around you. that's how he's learned to read trust in animals and his lack of social understanding has lead to some animalistic traits

* he has bad resource guarding, like it's one of the things he is most aggressive about. it's mostly with food and people, but also the pinball machine and a few personal items. he doesn't like people near his room or his body (there are multiple reasons for this, resource guarding is just one of them) he is possessive over the boys and even if he tries not to, he gets snappy when people he doesn't know are around them. (I don't want this interpreted as the type of possessiveness associated with abusive relationships. I honestly don't know if nuerotypical people experience [not limiting or gatekeeping, I've just never met an NT person who understood this feeling] but it's the type of possessiveness you feel when your scared of losing something. it isn't a greed type control thing, it's a fear of abandonment/loss/sudden change type control thing. I only say this cause I see a lot of people trying to HC him as possessive and abusive)

He gets really bad nightmares, most of the time he doesn't even remember them, just wakes up terrified, covered in sweat, sobbing with no recollection of what triggered him.

robin watches his back when he falls asleep or has a shutdown anywhere other than home. it's something that just sorta started happening, but Robin takes his job insanely seriously, making sure he never breaks Vance's trust.

part of the reason he likes pinball so much is because of the sounds

he's super good at math, like he can do that shit in his head, but panics under pressure/time constraints which is why he would normally flunk all of his tests. he also has some memory and time management issues, so homework was always hard to remember. he was never dumb, he wasn't held back because he couldn't do it, he just couldn't do it the way they wanted him to.

he's actually wicked smart, when given the proper accommodations (at home, since y'know it was the 70s, and non disabled people hated us disabled people with a passion) he was genius, and he actually loves reading and writing, loves when the boys give him complex math problems to work through.

I cannot specify how much I think this boy loves to read. it's becoming an all consuming thought. I know he would eat up a pile of books in a month, and he would remember it so vividly, talking to the boys about it non stop until he decided to read it again. When he got tired of that he taught himself how to type so he could write his own. especially if he were to be formally diagnosed with dyslexia, he would do it all out of spite just to prove that even with a learning disability he could be as good as anyone else. he just needs to do it his way at his own pace. (the gifted kid that never got accommodated in me is crying, I just want my boy to be happy)

he hates bugs, but, eventually Griffin will win him over bug by bug. and slowly he has gone from wanting to burn every spider he sees to being spider neutral, a more 'you stay over there and I'll stay over here' type approach. and he won't let people kill them anymore, hell carefully take it out side. and if the other boys aren't looking and Griffin is offering one for him to hold, he'll allow it to crawl on his hand till he physically can't take it anymore and Griffin has to take it back. he's getting there.

he loves honey bees though, Griffin told him how friendly they are when you're friendly and now they're very chill (imagine him just chilling with honey bees, just like holding one, or sitting in a flower field just kinda watching them)

can't really do movies, but will put up with it for a chance to lay on the couch with all the boys.

terrified of the doctor, hates it with a passion, but not even the 'toughs it through any sickness, ops to do what he can at home' way, like he hates being sick, he's not the home surgery type. he just needs someone to hold his hand, and to talk to the doctor for him. also needles of any kind can get fucked.

he doesn't get sick often, but when he does he gets it bad, really really bad. he has to be hospitalized like once or twice a year cause since he gets something it either spreads through his whole body (a throat infection turns into pneumonia, an ear infection, and a sinus infection) or it just hits him like a freight train and lingers (stomach bugs lasting nearly a weak and getting him so dehydrated he's convinced he's dying).

he can cook, his mama taught him well. he has a handwritten copy of her cook book he spent days on.

he is such a Mama's boy, and he specifically calls her mama.

his handwriting shifts between what I call faux cursive (all the letters are connected and kinda curvey and twirly, but it's not cursive) and chicken scratch, depends on the day.

I can't decide if he's a bass or guitar guy, but I know that he has to be at least slightly supervised when he plays because he will play until his fingers are raw. Finney found him with blood all down his arm because he was just having a really bad day. he hates playing with a pick so his fingers are always at the mercy of his strings.

he knows how to play the drums, and they're his second choice.

is a surprisingly good driver, he just gets really bad road rage. he's pretty level on the gas, definitely going above the speed limit but in a safe controlled manner.

definitely becomes more and more of a teenage dirt bag as he gets older, if it weren't for his hair and reputation he would float in the back. any and all party surfing is against his will.

definitely drags kids out of parties they shouldn't be at, telling them they'll thank him later. he's good at reading a party in a second, knowing who is and isn't safe there and immediately getting them out.

he loves to be out in the sun, but doesn't like the heat, so he's a late spring early fall boy. the summer gets too hot sometimes. he hates the cold though, so winters are rough for him.

[gladiatorofthevoid]

Rise April Art Challenge: Day 7 Nonsense

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(I was sick yesterday, so I had to skip that day’s prompt. I might try again at the end of the month. Please enjoy.)

The sound of fake lasers and explosions are just barely audible from Leo’s spot on the couch. It’s late and he doesn’t want to keep anyone up with the sounds of Jupiter Jim’s saving the world. Besides he’s watched this movie so many times he can resight it by heart.

It’s just getting into another of the long action seance since when his phone’s alarm starts blaring. Leo feels himself slip into doctor mode the second he hears it. The slider stands, shutting off the alarm, and heading to Mikey’s room.

His littlest brother, for all his claims that he can take care of himself, had decided to razzmatazz a little too hard and had ended up with a concussion. Leo had taken on the responsibility of waking the little orange one up every few hours. His insomnia was acting up again anyways, so it wasn’t so bad.

Entering the room, Leo blinked when he saw the empty bed. There was a moment of panic, before he turned and saw him on the other side of the room staring at the wall above his bed. It, like the rest of the room, was covered in bright colors and paint. But there was nothing more than that. Leo walked over to his brother and squatted next to him.

“Hey, bud. What you doing?” Mikey turned to him; eyes unfocused but with a soft smile.

“I’m tracking the goldfish.” He slurred. Leo blinked. Ok, that wasn’t great.

“Ok... I’m going to ask you some questions, alrighty?” Mikey nodded. “Ok, what year is it?” His little brother paused for a moment, then turned to Leo with absolute confidence and said:

“The one that’s bee like, but without the pink sickness.” There was silence, then...

“Oh, boy Mike. This is worse than I thought.” Mikey blinked and stared at his brother before continuing with his concussed rambling.  

“Do you think that you can see lines that have never been there? Or will never be?” Yeah, Leo needs to stay with Mikey till the others wake up.

“I don’t know.” Leo answers, deciding that he can deal with a little nonsense while he waits for everyone to wake up.  

“I don’t think I can. But Donnie can see jumps even when nothing moves so maybe we can if we look the right way.” Leo just nods and leans against the wall.

The next few hours are filled with Mikey talking about a whole range of topics. Some of which Leo can’t understand even a little, things like: bell heads, blanket laws, the power of purple elephants. But some of the things that are mentioned are worrying. Like when he says that Leo should never ever be called Green, with a look of such fear and grief on his face. Or when he whippers that he doesn’t want to crack into dust. It thankfully doesn’t last long, because he’s always running off on another tangent by the time Leo is trying to sort out what is being said.  

In a few hours the rest of the family will be up to help, and in a few days, Mike will be right as rain and when Leo brings up what he said the younger will just be confused and say that he can’t remember saying anything like that. After that, it will fade from their memories and will never be thought of again.

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[witchcraftandburialdirt]

-For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Repost and tag. Feel free to add more!

Tagged by: @astrxae ((Thank you! ♥ Tagging: I'm SUPER late replying to this so I'm not sure who hasn't been tagged in this? But @bells-of-black-sunday as a PRECAUTION

Favourite Muse: ---On this blog: Robibi: I love deep diving into the psychological torment of his existence, and how weird he is. Just enough off putting to be strange but not enough to cause any issues.

Most Character Development: ---On this blog: Robibi, but I think that's expected. If we're talking in total, Yoriichi; he's my beloved best boy and I will rant about him for hours if given the chance. There is a lot of lore built around him.

Trash Muse: ---On this blog: Abel, he's a bastard and I hope he knows it. Most of my OCs fall into a fairly gray category, but I'll say Sylas (an oc of mine not the league champ) is a pretty horrible person so. Maybe him?

The Meme-Lord: ---I'd say either Modern! Robin or Haruko, both are pretty funny when the chance comes, but I think Robibi is so fucking hilarious when he gets the opportunity to be.

Most Likely to Start a War: ---Abel.

Worst Personality: ---Abel.

Best Singer: ---Robin! He actually has a pleasant singing voice: Check it out!

Most Attractive Muse: ---Haruko, he's a relatively normal guy and is very pretty.

Biggest Heart: ---Brain wants to say Haru since I know Robibi can be rather cold in regards to some things? But then I think of how gentle and loving Robin can be so...! MM.

Falls in Love Quickest: ---None of them fall fast, but I think Haru would have the easiest time falling in love since he isn't some trauma-repressed revived dude or a demon.

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: ---Modern! Robin.

Ice Ruler: ---Robin or Abel.

The Edgelord: ---I don't think any of them are particularly edgy themselves, like sure Robin has his soliloquies but 99% of the times when he's talking to himself its funny? Abel however...

Most Tragic Backstory: ---Robin, while not particularly wild, still very sad.

Best Case of Puberty: ---Abel, Haru is hot yeah but Abel went from a shapeless demonic mass into a 6'5" tall suave mobster who can swing dance. I THINK the choice is obvious.

Most Awkward: ---Modern! Robin

Busy Bee: ---Modern! Robin

Most Clueless: ---Haru: he ignores all drama unless it involves him or Tarhos.

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: ---Canon Robin, his memory has declined quite a bit and he would forget a wallet since it isn't part of his usual attire, he'd just forget it existed.

Best Dressed: ---Abel for formal, for street fashion: Haruko.

Biggest Flirt: ---Abel; no morals over here.

Most Dramatic: ---Robin, all verses; his manner of speech just lends so well to this, and its hilarious.

Least Likely to Show Up Late: ---Modern! Robin, he has his pocket watch ready to go! Canon Robin as well once his memory gets a little better.

One with Weirdest Habit: ---Robin and his weird magic.

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Modern! Robin or Haruko. Haru is more likely to be caught rockclimbing while Modern! Robin would be more focused on kick boxing/strength training; he has some muscles in modern AU-- he can even lift Jhin and Danny!

[birthdaycakeplate]

This is an emotional ramble on why I got into tfa Blitzbee (not that any body asked me and will be leaving this post a little bit scarred- I simply think way too much about fictional men, and have to talk about them to balance my blood sugar)

I saw tfa when I was like 13 and hated it vehemently. Couldn’t wait for the next show on CartoonNetwork to come on. I saw Transformers Armada in snippets  when I was 8 and loved it. Because of Hot shot, basically... and Starscream.

Now one year ago I saw Tfa again on YouTube, after being stuck in G1 and Armada hell for trying to revisit childhood memories out of NOWHERE, and it’s now the most important piece of fiction to me on the planet. I can’t believe how much I love this show, now that I’m old as hell.

On to my point.

I have some kind of problem -that I won’t be telling my therapist about- where I HAVE to ship characters that I think are cute or cool 🙃 If I like you, you get yourself an in universe pairing. I can’t enjoy literature or media without romance or ships in it, same with real life. Obviously I don’t know why that is, or if should be worried.

Anyway, Blitzbee was an interesting case, because, while truly watching this show for the first time finally, I thought Bee was rude compared to his G1 self, and Blitzwing was just thousands of tonnes of cute, strong, extremely interesting mech.

I tend to base my ship relationships off my real life one of 13 years (so that’s how you know I’m biased and unreliable).

Big-strong looks precious with little-sassy. That’s my default, but not my only means of forming the connection between characters. Otherwise I wouldn’t indulge so deeply in Strika x Lugnut.

-Extra clarification, if I’m being confusing-

🔽🔽🔽

With the millions of exceptions I have to this default template, I should say (in my only, extremely weak defense) that it basically depends on the character I’ve found cute and cool. Like Overlord x Tarn, to give an example. They are vile, reckless, brutal, and their ship is saturated in dysfunction and animosity. Not to mention, there is no one specific cute, little baby to keep protected and loved (just kidding, it’s Tarn. He’s baby).

So the template isn’t a final thing. You don’t have to be a big bruiser with a little angel, when I’ve got equal power ships like WonderBat, JesseJames from Team Rocket, or rk1000 from DBH  in my arsenal.

And even then, like OverTarn, I subconsciously label someone as the sweetheart who needs protecting, just not in the same sense. Starscream x Windblade is a fun ship, and in that one, I think of Starscream as a needy, self conscious, broken mech who needs lots of affection.

Y’all did not ask for this, stop this, Cake.

——End clarification, back to the point——

It just so happened that Blitzwing got the role of ‘big boy is stronk and assertive’ (for reasons I’ll explain below) and I my kind, I wanted to assign him by favorite formula of a tiny sass machine to provide for.

I ignored finding him a ship for a while, and focused on the one that got me interested in Tfa suddenly in the first place- Megop. Who also fits my default template, splendidly.

I consumed more content just to see those two cuties in their natural habitats, until at last, Bumblebee wasn’t the rude bot I thought he was.

He was confident, playful, moderately easy to fluster (adorable), and compassionate ✨ He knew how to live life (I wish I did), made MANY mistakes (my favorite kind of character, because I regret everything I’ve chosen in life), and he was so happy whenever he could be with his family and just chill.

Bee was a sweetheart, I just hadn’t realized. When he told Sari to go ahead and cry all she needed and just held her in that one episode, that really did me in finally. Bee was now an awesome character, and I’d just needed to get to know him better. Which is frequently the case- I started off hating this show, after all.

Struggling with the emptiness of Blitzwing having no partner despite my insane infatuation for him (again, why does everyone need to be in a relationship, Cake? Life is fulfilling without romance. Well, I’m not going to tell my therapist still, so this is just my brain forever, I guess. Relationships or I lose interest) I was ✨immediately enlightened✨ I could see it now, I could see THE PAIRING💕 the one I’d waited a month for 🥺

But it got better, AS SOON as I’d given the thought life.

They could also actually.... ✨WORK✨

I realized they could be a sensible couple and I hadn’t just thrown them together like I had ShockBlur.

And it was literally all thanks to Blitzwing’s random, playful side I was given this little puzzle piece.

I could have my cake and eat it too (hence my name 🙃).

Blitzwing could be rough, tough, and sharp and protect his cocky, lighthearted, friendly, goofy little Autobot mate. AND he had a matching personality.

Years of war, violent, traumatic experiences had hardened him into a responsible, keen mech (in my head canon of him at least) which reminded me of my own partner in life. So another brick in the ship I was build.

BUT, Blitzwing could also be playful when his little one needed him to be. He could be reckless and daring and confident when Bee needed it, but still settle down for the day to watch him play video games and keep him cuddled in his lap.

(Obviously this is all shipping jargon, and I’m delusional, but you have to be delusional to ship characters who are unloving enemies, and canonically disgusted with each other, I guess 😭)

So, here I am projecting all my shit (these poor fictional robots) onto this amazing couple, I’ve finally met a justification to ship together (I have to have justification or I lose my freaking mind) AND THEN.

THEN Blitzwing calls Bumblebee (and Fanzone’s matching car) “Cute!” Because ‘they’re twins’.

And that’s all I needed for my formula of nonsense. Blitzbee was born, and can you guys freaking imagine what it was LIKE to enter into a fandom that was not only still alive, BUT SHIPPED the things I shipped? Like I cannot leave this place, I have never lucked out on old media still being popular, and loved enough to assign ships I genuinely care about an existence.

Am I old? Do y’all ever get this?

Anyway, I AM SHARING THIS for no other reason then I think so much about how perfect they are together, and I’m generally jarred and sad when in the show they don’t show each other the barest hint of kindness. 

But more accurately, I’m sharing this because I’m hoping someone will like read this and say in the comments wow BirthdayCake this is actually me, like these are my thoughts and feelings. You just described me, you are not alone. I literally could not believe how perfect two mechs having a similar personality type was when they were both so cute, what were the chances 🥺🥺🥺

Another part of me hopes none of you will read this, because I sound like an idiot.

So, anyways I need therapy, but I’m using cartoons instead. I’m sorry if you made it all the way to the bottom.

[bonesandthebees]

Strings of Fate Ch8!!

Oh yes, Wilbur is at the shrine! A very confused boy. Poor guy also has a headache from that fall Tommy took. Ouch.

And he remembers dying! No that's horrible. Well, I guess kind of not. It was described as just a thing that happened. I'm sure he's shocked but he doesn't seem too broken up about it.

Now when he sees L'Manberg though...that hurts. Imagine waking up one day and finding that your home and everything you hold dear is gone:(

Bee! I love the change in POVs as they find each other. I could feel the urgency. The sun setting lower and lower as they try to follow each other's voices. And when they do find each other they are still in the wrong bodies. But then it switches and ahshsjh

So smooooth Bee

And they're just so happy to finally see each other. It's crazy to think that they have never actually interacted outside of time-and-space-texting. I'm so happy! We've waited so long for this moment and it's here! So worth itt:)))

You know I never actually thought about Mitsuha getting her ribbon back the day after she gave it to Taki. I guess it's because Taki had it for most of the movie anyway, so it just felt longer? I don't know. But yeah that is weird to think about. It must feel odd for Wilbur to get his cord back all faded from three years with Tommy.

Tommy is actually pretty cool. He managed to forge a plan to get a pretty good chunk of people out of the valley. I'm not sure how many people will end up dying from the comet but yknow. They did everything they could.

Poor Tommy didn't get anything written on his palm:( I know that if Wilbur wrote his name it would probably just disappear like the messages on Tommy's phone. That's why Tommy wrote what he did instead of his name. Hopefully, it'll be enough for Wilbur to at least recognize him when they do meet again:')

I am curious though. Did Wilbur just not feel the length of what Tommy was writing on his palm? Like Tommy is a five-letter word. Tommy wrote two whole sentences and then some lol

I will never get over how well you depict emotions in your writing. You are so good at it!! When I read your fics I'm either smiling like an idiot, trying to hide frowns, or trying to ignore the burning in my eyes how are you so good at it???

oof im gonna go read the epilogue now. thank you for these two treasures bones<3

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lol yeah tommy slammed his head into the ground when he fell and wilbur has to deal with the headache. poor guy he's going through so much

oh wilbur was 100% in shock about the whole remembering that he died thing. if he actually had more than a few hours to process it he would've had much more of a breakdown. in a way the loss of memories was definitely beneficial in that sense

i'm so glad you felt the urgency!! i wanted it to feel really confusing and also a bit hopeful as they try to find each other, and then right as the sunset really sets in that's when the window between time opens up :)

finally. after so long they're finally face to face talking to each other but they only have a few minutes bc ofc things can't be that nice

yeah i know!! i didn't think about it when watching the movie either, but when I was writing that bit I realized "huh the ribbon would've been worn down from taki wearing it as a bracelet for like 2-3 years even though mitsuha only lost it the day before for her time. that must've been weird"

while not everyone in the town ended up being saved, the majority of people actually did get out in time thanks to the plan. though it wasn't even really tommy who planned most of it. as soon as techno came in he and niki both took over everything, tommy just came up with the initial idea lol

wilbur literally just was not paying attention when tommy was writing on his hand. he was looking out at the sunset and thinking about stuff so he just didn't register how long it took tommy to write out his 'name' lol

aaa thank you i'm so glad the emotions came through!! tbh I was really struggling with that in this fic so it makes me really happy to hear the emotions still transferred over to the readers

[mari--lace]

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Let's go down memory lane!

The memory of a talkative girl and an impulsive boy (03/07/2018)

«Let me go», you protest. You don’t want to go to a people-fixer or whatever it is; you want to stay alone. They singled you out again, despite you being japanese just like them… it’s unfair, you know it is.

Not leaving (13/12/2019)

Vincent looked at her, staggered. She’d just risked dying, or to be seriously hurt at the very least, yet she stood there smiling as if the best thing in the world had just happened to her! He didn’t understand her, she was always so absurd, so – so beautiful. He blushed hard, shooing away that treacherous thought. He didn’t answer, putting her on the sofa. “Stay there” he ordered, his rage fading way too fast.

Was it just me? (10/01/2020)

Whatever the reason, Artemis, you made a mistake.

Mistake – what a strange word, almost painful, especially for two of our kind: we don't make mistakes, can't afford to.

No touch (04/10/2021)

Maybe it’s because, in the few seconds the helmet rested on Callum’s head, he thought he could understand Nightmare – they weren’t that different after all. Or maybe it’s because he’s doubted Nova before and the only thing he remembers about that is she swearingit was real, between them, and the attention she puts into avoiding any touch makes those words real. Even if she didn’t do much –anything at all– to defend him from Queen Bee.

It means me (21/10/2021)

Luna finds Ginny’s last sentence a bit comical. What does it mean to find the right person? She doesn’t get it more than her friend gets how she feels. What she’salways felt, since when growing up her friends would rather talk about boys than play their childhood games. When Kim explained to her what asexuality means, Luna thought back to every time her dorm mates had fun filling in beauty rankings of Ravenclaw boys, Quidditch players, even the Triwizard Champions despite them being just three; they had tried to make her join a few times, than they just didn’t try anymore. Two of her classmates had once decided to fill in a ranking of the fairest girls, but it hadn’t made a difference to her. Luna simply didn’t get it.

Three names for one friend (29/08/2022)

Matt is the closest to family she’s ever had, but she can’t stay at the orphanage another day. She needs to go, join the Rising Tide, find her parents.

What am I looking at, Matt? (06/10/2022)

“I’m watching a clown walking barefooted in LA. A familiar clown.”

She's never gonna hide (23/10/2022)

“I don’t think that, Chlo.” That effectively shuts her up. It’s not the first time he calls herChlo, but there’s something in the familiarity of a nickname that makes her feel warm and out of her depth. Not in a bad way, it’s just… unexpected. “What do you know about the asexual spectrum?”

A marvelous october (chapter 31; 31/10/2022)

“I’m sorry,” the man said, and it felt so… true. Could she, maybe, trust him for real? Ammi always said to not trust strangers. Why did he wear a mask? Did he kill the other one? “We need to get you out of here, now. It’s dangerous here.” He approached the kid with the scratched knee and crouched next to him, whispering something Kamala didn’t hear. After a short while, she saw the kid nod. The man picked him up with one arm and stood up; the kid hugged his neck. Kamala watched that happen wide-eyed. Was this man really good?

What's in a soul? (21/11/2022)

Again, the woman isn’t lying, or her body doesn’t let out anything Matt could interpret that way. She really thinks she lost her soul, whatever that means.

[gravitywonagain]

I'm super late but if you're still doing the asking about fics thing please tell me about Gun Oil. The world needs more Sunny Bees.

not late at all! i will literally talk about any of my wips with the slightest provocation :D so thank you for the question! and a non-wx one, too!! very fun for me <3

gun oil is a slightly dark rwby au in which there's like... War going on with salem. but that's only vaguely important to the setting of the story, which i never really figured out how to write anyway. the main point of gun oil is sun and yang having a conversation and finding (non-sexual) comfort in each other even when blake isn't there with them. though they're definitely in a full poly thing, this is kind of about closing the triangle, i guess?

it's not overly polished, and like most of my rwby fics, i mostly abandoned it as the show kept coming out because it didn't really fit in anywhere anymore. but it still lives on in my heart and maybe someday i'll come back to sunny bees and fair game again :)

here's an excerpt:

The war is all around them, there's no escaping it. The air is thick with dirt and blood and gun oil. This is where Sun finds Yang, sitting at an old wooden table cleaning and oiling her arm and gauntlet.

"Need a hand?" he can't help the joke as it slips from his mouth, but he knows it will make her smile.

Her laugh is small and dry, but the curl of her lips is warm and real. She looks up at him and rolls her eyes. The lack of a retort is concerning. It's been months since she was at full punning strength, but silence has never been her style.

Sun drags a battered chair over to sit with her. The wood scrapes against the stone floor, filling the air with a rumbling screech. They both startle at the noise. Sun huffs out a chuckle, a slightly manic sound fraying the edges. Everything feels like that these days.

He settles into the chair and watches her practiced motions as she services her prosthetic and its connection point. Not for the first time, Sun thinks that she's the strongest person he's ever met. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he'd lost as much as she had. But, then again, look at what she's gained.

"Were you looking for something, Monkey Boy? Or did you just want to watch me play with myself?"

Her voice catches him off guard as much as the joke. He starts in his seat before he notices her smirk and the gleam in her eyes. It's so good to see.

"Oh, no," he says, "I'm just here for the show." He clasps his hands behind his head and relaxes against them for added effect.

She laughs again, this time brighter. It warms him.

"Actually," he sits back up in the chair, pulling out Ruyi Bang and Jingu Bang, "while you've got the lube out…"

Yang attaches her arm and flexes the metal fingers before pushing the little bottle between them. Sun digs out the small cleaning kit he now keeps on his person as she checks her arm's functionality. It's been so long since Beacon that he can hardly picture her without it anymore.

He still remembers seeing her that night.

He was searching for Blake when he found them. Yang was unconscious, blood pouring from where her arm should be; Blake was frantic, terrified, a mess of guilt, fear, and exhaustion. Neptune had stabilized Yang's arm so that she wouldn't bleed out before they got her to a medic while Blake watched through tears and so many apologies. Sun held her. He wanted to hold them both. He didn't know what to do so he wrapped his arms around Blake and let her scream at him.

"Stop looking at it like it's still bleeding." Yang's voice is tired, but it shocks him from the memory all the same.

"How do you know-"

"You get this look," she says, still cleaning Ember Cecilia. "Your eyes… your eyes glaze over and your tail curls super tight around whatever's close."

Sun sighs. He'll have to work on that.

[allymia]

To: My Theoretical Ex

It had been 1 year and 3 three days since our first date that I finally didn’t feel any butterflies. Of course I felt sad but doesn’t that happen with every breakup, At long last I finally got my friend back but at what cost? Of the memories we had of walking in parks like little honeybees, eating ice cream in a lone corner of some random park we stubbled by, me watching you become a better version of yourself at the gym, Christmas lights, nights in the frozen car, wasting money at the mall, and the video calls, I don’t regret it. 

What plagues me at the same time is the feeling of being wanted yet not wanted at the same time. I had asked “do you love me, hate me, or want me?”; you said “only two and a half”. But what was the half? Did you love me and want me, and half hate me? Did you love me and hate me but only half want me? Did you hate me and want me but only half love me? What did you mean by that? Your words have always echoed in my mind. Or maybe it was that desolate feeling when I saw your eyes light up when you talked about different girls that wasn’t me. Maybe even that day you didn’t want that yellow rose. I had bought that yellow rose that symbolizes friendship and joy and your rejection just said: I don’t want your friendship and joy. So what did you want from me? Maybe my brother was right, all you were doing was using me for my gifts, kindness, and body. 

It had only started as a mere friendship and I had hoped that it would blossom into a relationship. But instead it broke my boundaries into something that wouldn’t last. I had knew from the start that whatever relation we are would not last. There are very few cases that lasted. My question for you is: why didn’t you leave me alone in the first place? You knew I was already a mess so why did you have to make it into a wreck. You said that I broke my own heart and that you had no part in it. But I wasn’t the one who asked me out, I wasn’t the one who kissed me on the forehead. I wasn’t the one, you were. So why do you spin things around and like Selena says “you make me feel crazy, you make me feel like it's my fault”. But it was never my fault.

I had begged for you to let us just be friends when you were indecisive but you were sure you wanted something in between. Stupidly I gave you that and now my heart is shattered into pieces. If only I hadn’t given in to that stupid smile of yours. Maybe we would have returned to being just friends sooner. I don’t regret what we had because it’s made me realize that working on self care is much more important than some stupid boy with a stupid smile. In another universe I hope that our path would have been happier. I never say goodbye at the end of our calls because I’ve had so many goodbyes before and that was the last time I ever heard from them. But with this letter I’m finally saying it. Goodbye to my Theoretical Ex Honey Bee.