#and they go. well i get headaches already

[in1-nutshell]

Fearless Buddy got me thinking, how would MTMTE Megatron (and maybe Drift as well?) react to a Buddy who has been doing Martial Arts their whole life? Like, maybe they come across Buddy practicing some forms or they fight off an alien kidnapping attempt? Thanks and have a wonderful week!

Fearless has a particular set of skills and they are not afraid to use them.

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy doing martial arts with Megatron and Drift

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injury but nothing graphic, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

Fearless forgot to mention it.

But to be fair, they thought the bots already knew that they knew how to fight.

Years of martial arts certainly helped them get into this space program in the first place.

Granted, they couldn’t use their skills with the size they were or practice with any of the bots.

But then came that one fateful day some humanoid organic alien decided to board the ship and fight them.

Conveniently, Buddy was getting pent up from the amount of paperwork they were doing and needed a punching bag.

Oh, they were going to enjoy this.

Drift

Drift had received an alert about an unknown organic signature near Buddy’s location.

He quickly grabbed his swords and raced down the halls.

There was no telling what could have happened between the time he found the message and him getting there.

Drift turning the corner with his swords out.

“Buddy! Buddy where—”-- Drift

Drift seeing Buddy beating the ever-loving pits out of the slightly taller alien.

“Who’s the master here?!”--Buddy

The alien makes a painful gurgle.

Buddy starts kicking them harder.

“Wrong answer!”--Buddy

“… I can not begin to tell you what’s wrong with that statement.”--Drift

Buddy turning to see Drift.

“Hey Drift! Hold on a second.”--Buddy

Buddy slams their fist into the alien’s head knocking them out.

“Hey, what can I do for you?”--Buddy

Drift points at the alien.

“I was here for that and to save you. But clearly you have that figured out.”--Drift

Buddy puffs their chest a bit.

“Years of Martial Arts can do that Drift.”--Buddy

“… Do you mind teaching me some of those?”--Drift

“Sure! As soon as we put Grumpy here in custody and some proper hand wrappings, we’ll do it!”--Buddy

Somewhere on the Lost Light…

Ratchet looking up from his workstation.

“Ratchet?”—First Aid

“Something just happened, and I don’t like it. It feels like a headache coming my way.”--Ratchet

The pair make room in their schedules to practice some of the basics and to go over movements that are bot friendly.

Not all bots are flexible after all.

Drift has now incorporated some of these moves into his fighting style and it has indeed given Ratchet a headache from the accidental launching of rocks and equipment.

Megatron

Megatron is out the door once the readings of 5 larger organic lifeforms are right outside Fearless habsuite.

He is praying that he hasn’t gotten there too late, even comms in a small group of bots to come to Buddy’s location.

There was no telling what they were dealing with right now.

He turns the corner to see one of the aliens get thrown into the wall.

All their glory was Buddy fighting off the last alien with a peculiar looking fighting style.

He would have intervened if they hadn’t kicked them in the face and knocked them out.

Buddy pants a bit as the last alien falls down.

“That’s what you get you sorry son of—Megatron?”--Buddy

Megatron snaps out of it and rushes to Buddy’s side.

“Buddy, are you okay? What did—”--Megatron

“Woah, woah, Megs I’m fine. Nothing a little bit of fighting couldn’t handle.”--Buddy

“They were nearly double your height and you were outnumbered.”--Megatron

“But I won! Urgh…”--Buddy

Buddy sways a bit.

Megatron scoops them up in his servos.

“We are heading to the med bay now.”--Megatron

“The aliens…”--Buddy

“I have a group coming here to collect the fugitives. Med bay. Now.”--Megatron

It turned out that the adrenaline had just worn off and they were tired.

Megatron doesn’t want to leave Buddy’s sight.

They ask if they could stay with him for a bit.

Megatron is later seen in his co-captain chair with Buddy fast asleep on his lap with him absent mindedly petting them.

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: Finn's sleep deprivation comes to bite him in the ass. The issue is technically not solved but hey it's angst so :P. Word count: 3031

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤️)

Break

The exam results were out. Finally, after weeks of waiting, the fates of every student of Night Raven College were stamped onto a large board, strung up within the hall of mirrors for everyone to see.

Finn stood amongst the crowd of students clamouring to see their results, wincing at the noise. Azul had wandered off to speak to Riddle, greeting the Heartslabyul dorm leader with a grin and an endless string of compliments, and the twins were nowhere to be found.

Finn didn't mind. He was rather occupied with searching for his own position on the board with heavy, tired eyes. Last term, he had been thirteenth in the grade, but he was no longer there, and he couldn't find-

There. Nineteen. He was still in the top twenty but... he dropped six places.

Finn bit his lip and linked his hands together nervously.

No... no, he studied so hard, he went through so much work dozens of times, he asked Azul to quizz him, he... he...

The noise around Finn faded into a haze, and he stared at the board blankly, his mind running wild with a hundred different thoughts. He barely noticed the students brushing past him and snapping at him to move. He just stood there and stared.

Six places. He dropped six places.

"Finn, the bell went. We need to get to class."

Finn turned his head to find Azul looking at him, then turned back to the board. "...Okay."

Azul frowned and followed his gaze, reading through the list until he got to Finn's name and he started.

"Ah. The... potion didn't work, then?"

Finn nodded, and Azul sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me-"

"We're going to be late." Finn abruptly cut him off and began speedwalking down the hallway to the alchemy lab before Azul could protest.

He had a practical now. Not for marks, but a joint class test run for next term. It seemed Crewel had a desire to make his students suffer one last time before the holidays.

No matter. It was fine. Finn was good at alchemy. Well, he was good at getting the ingredients correct, at least. But he was partnered with Riddle. It would be fine.

He was right. Everything was fine at first. Riddle was already there with the cauldron ready, unsurprisingly, reading carefully through the ingredients with his brows furrowed in concentration.

They exchanged greetings and settled into mutual silence, working in a slow, steady tandem.

Finn enjoyed working with Riddle. There was no hesitation, no umming and awing or trying to make small talk. Riddle worked quickly and precisely, without stupid mistakes, and if Finn were to cut something too large or stir too fast, the redhead would correct him and carry on.

Things were going well. The potion was looking perfect, and they were further ahead than most of their classmates.

There were a few times when Finn's vision doubled, and his hands started to shake, but it wasn't anything to worry about.

Finn winced. His head... felt fuzzy. He wasn't dizzy, but he didn't have a headache either. He wasn't an idiot. He knew it had something to do with his lack of sleep the past few weeks.

It wasn't his fault. Ghostly blank stares and the distant sound of high-pitched wailing wasn't something he could magic away.

Still. It wasn't detrimental. He still had dreamless nights, though those were getting rare, and he made up for it during the day. It didn't affect his work. That was much was obvious by the potion's progress. All it needed was a garlic clove and-

The mixture turned dark red instead of golden brown, and Finn blinked.

He heard Riddle gasp and a pit formed in his stomach.

"Finn, you're not supposed to put garlic cloves in a healing potion-!"

Riddle was turning red but trying to calm himself down through sharp, fast-paced breaths.

"You- the whole potion's ruined, I-"

Finn didn't answer him. He stared blankly at the oily surface of the ruined mixture, stupefied. His own reflection stared back at him, sleep deprived eyes and all, and then... five more.

He caught sight of those empty black sockets, and a sharp spike of fear shot through him. He jumped back with a poorly contained yelp, nearly knocking into the person behind him.

Riddle's nostrils flared, and he took off his safety goggles to pinch the bridge of his nose and draw in a deep breath. He put his goggles on the table next to him and stared at Finn with large grey that shone in a mix of anger, frustration, and... concern?

"Finn, you never get ingredients wrong. Are you alright?"

Finn was too surprised to answer at first, but after a moment or two of staring at Riddle, he shook his head. "I'm fine. I misread the ingredients. I apologise."

Riddle furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, unsatisfied with the answer.

Finn suddenly felt very wrong and uncomfortable because this was not what they should be doing, this was not how things went. They can't sit here chatting. They need to restart, to try again. Why was Riddle looking at him like that? Like he cared about him and not the ruined potion? Like he was worried?

"You never make mistakes like that." Riddle insisted. "That's why I like having you as a partner. You look tired, have you been getting enough sleep?"

The question triggered a hundred different memories of the same sequence at once. Get ready for bed, take a dreamless potion, go to sleep, wake up crying, screaming, or thrashing, spend the rest of the night wide awake and too terrified to look at any reflections, rinse and repeat.

"Plenty." Finn said, sounding calmer than he felt. "Empty the cauldron. We'll start again."

Riddle didn't press further, and with their combined efforts, they just barely managed to finish in time for the bell. The potion was rushed and imperfect, but at least it was finished.

Finn apologised to Riddle once again for his mistake and promised to make it up to him, then shuffled off to take off his lab wear.

"Mister Clearcove, pay attention."

Finn's eyes flew open at the sudden voice, and he looked up to see his ancient curses professor giving him a stern look. Wait. Ancient curses? He didn't even remember coming into the classroom. He was just taking off his lab wear, wasn't he?

Did he fall asleep during class? No, he couldn't have. No matter how exhausted he was, he never allowed himself to fall asleep. ...It seemed he had failed this time.

Finn had to fight to stay awake throughout the rest of the day. Every time his eyelids slid shut, they would stay that way until he forced them open again.

The only things that woke him up properly were the brief glimpses of them in the windows, but even those shots of adrenaline were quick to fade, leaving him exhausted yet again.

Finn usually looked forward to clubs, as it was a quiet, pleasant time for him, but now... it was just another obstacle in between him and the end of the day.

Malleus was talking about... something. The history of gothic architecture and its impact, Finn was pretty sure. It was difficult to concentrate on his words.

"Finn." Malleus said, and Finn blinked at him. "You not listening again."

Finn could see the irritated furrow of Malleus' brows, the way his mouth dipped into an expression far too pouty for that of a prince.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, not for the first time. He sent Malleus a tight-lipped smile. "Please, continue. I'll be sure to pay close attention."

By the time his astrology class rolled around, Finn felt like he'd been run over by a train and then wrung out like a cloth.

Peering through the telescope provided by the school made his eyes ache even more, and trying to concentrate on the constellations above them made his head pound.

The stars kept blurring. He couldn't focus on them. His fingers trembled as he tried to sketch with his free hand.

"Your positions are a little off, Clearcove."

Finn clenched his teeth to stop himself from saying something rather foul and raised his head to send Professor Da Costa a smile.

"Thank you, Professor. I'll correct that immediately."

He began erasing his work with furrowed brows, blinking away another brief moment of double vision.

"Are you alright, Clearcove?"

Professor Da Costa was still peering at him, concern flickering in his dark blue eyes. He was always concerned for the well-being of his students, but really, did he have to pry like Riddle?

"I'm fine, professor." Finn said, gnawing in his lip in an attempt to keep the irritation out of his tone.

The professor raised an eyebrow at him but simply nodded his head. "Take care of yourself, Clearcove." He said, smiling a little, then carried on towards the other students.

Finn huffed and went back to peering through the telescope.

By the time his school day officially ended, Finn was bumping into corners and nearly tripping over himself on the way to his room in Octavinelle.

He collapsed onto his bed as if he'd spent all day running with a relieved sigh, pressing his face into his pillow. He was glad to have a room to himself, for once, with no noisy roommates to bother him.

Finn would have fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow if it weren't for the nagging reminder of his shift at Mostro Lounge in the back of his head.

He peeled himself from his bed and rifled through his bedside drawers for the key to his cupboard. He passed by his dressing table, glad he had thrown a sheet over the mirror the night before. But looking at it now made him realise he would have to deal with the reflective surfaces of bottles, glasses, the glass wall, and more.

Thousands of reflections. Thousands of eyes.

Maybe... maybe he should ask Azul if he could take the night off.

'Don't be stupid,' said a little voice in the back of his head. His voice. 'Just because you're together doesn't mean you should expect special treatment. You're not special. You need to pull your weight.'

But he felt so tired.

'Everyone's tired. They don't even hurt you. They just give you bad dreams. What's next, running home crying to Papa?'

Finn growled something crude and pulled his dorm uniform out of the cupboard. He stared at it, at the suit jacket and bow tie and suspenders that promised relentless noise and too many reflections.

He sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Usually, Mostro Lounge was an odd sort of comfort for him. It reminded him of Azul, Jade, and Floyd, and it was peaceful when it was closed.

Now, though, everything Finn could possibly dislike about it was amplified. The lights were so bright it made his eyes water and his head hurt. The hubbub of voices and people eating was pounding inside his head. There were too many reflections.

The polished floor, the glasses, the bottles, the plates... too many things were just reflective enough for Finn to want to blindfold himself.

His eyes were heavy and sore, and Finn was yet again considering asking Azul if he could just... stop. Hang on, he couldn't think about that right now. He was busy.

...What was he doing again? Drinks, right. That was his job. Make drinks, listen for information. Except he couldn't really hear anything very well. Everything around him was just a blur of noise.

Someone ordered... something. That Pomefiore student, yes, he wanted Azul's new special drink.

Finn sucked in a breath, blinking rapidly. He hadn't felt this exhausted in a long time. The dreams had gotten worse recently. He didn't know why. Did they want something? Were they bored of his fear and decided to bring it up a notch?

The sound of glass breaking pulled Finn back into reality. He blinked once. Twice. Tired eyes drifted in the direction of the sound, which was... right at his feet.

Glass shards lay scattered across the once pristine floor, blue and pink liquid slowly forming a small puddle.

A thousand warped reflections of himself gazed at him, a thousand pairs of eyes, and he raised his hand to cover his face, only to find his gloves stained red.

Finn's vision began to blur, and a sudden high pitch ringing began echoing through his ears, and Finn took a step back.

Staff and students alike stared him before slowly turning back to their tasks when his eyes met theirs, a low chatter starting up again.

"I-" Finn turned to look at the second year the drink was for and swallowed. "I apologise. I'll fix that right away."

He went to clear up the mess, silently hoping he didn't look as embarrassed as he felt.

The blurry shape of a cane came into view, hitting the ground with a sharp thud. Finn wondered if he should just crawl into the ground and fade away.

"Finn," Azul's voice was stern. "That's coming out of your pay. You clearly aren't fit to work tonight. You can make up your shift next week."

Finn picked himself off the ground, glass shards in hand, and stared at Azul. "But-"

Azul gripped his arm and led him to a quieter corner, away from the eyes and ears of their fellow students.

To others, it would seem like the Octavinelle dorm leader, strict as he was suave, was pulling Finn aside with a grip strong enough to bruise to deal a punishment.

But for Finn, Azul's grip was tight but not painful. His voice barely filament-thin whisper only Finn could hear, was both serious and... worried.

"Do you want to stay in my room tonight? Or the twins'?"

Finn shook his head. "No, thank you. That won't be necessary."

Azul's grip tightened a little bit. "You're not sleeping-"

"I'll be fine." Finn said, suppressing the urge to just... hold Azul's hand. "I haven't seen them much today."

Azul stared at him for a while before reluctantly releasing his grip. "Tell us if you need something." He said, then walked away.

Floyd and Jade... weren't there. No, they were in the kitchen. Finn wondered if he should tell them he was leaving. ...No, they could figure that out themselves.

Finn left the lounge in a daze, clutching his bleeding hand to his chest.

'Idiot,' hissed that little voice when he shut his bedroom door behind him and sat at his desk and pulled off his gloves. 'You made him angry. Dropping a glass, really now-'

'It was an accident,' Finn's brows furrowed, and he began carefully removing the tiny shards of bloodied glass from his palm. 'I was tired. I blacked out.'

'And broke an expensive glass that only comes in sets. You think he'll accept that pathetic excuse? '

Finn's fingers curled tightly.

'It's always some problem with you. Too tired, too afraid, too overwhelmed. Nightmares, panic attacks, hyperventilating... do you do anything but make the others stress and worry? They probably question if it was worth choosing you.'

"Be quiet." Finn snarled, slamming the tweezer onto the table with a loud bang. The voice went silent.

Finn began rummaging through his drawers to find his makeup remover. It was always a pain trying to get everything off by himself without using a mirror, but he'd rather have sore eyes than look at them.

Getting ready for bed was... difficult. Finn was used to clothes now, but his exhaustion had him struggling to put his pyjamas on like an idiot.

He made the mistake of glancing out the window to see how late it was. It was pitch black outside, so he locked eyes with his own reflection and caught sight of his personal apparitions yet again.

Finn sucked in a breath and stared at the wall instead, undoing his bun and letting his hair fall to his shoulders.

They were still reflected in the window when he finished getting ready, which just irritated and scared him more because this stupid dorm could install an entire restaurant underwater but not a curtain rail for the dorm rooms.

Finn climbed into bed and turned away from the window, stiff and uncomfortable. His eyes, although sore and heavy, refused to shut. Finn felt the dread crawling up his spine, and he kept turning around to check the window. Just in case.

In case of what?

He struggled with keeping his eyes open all day, and now that he could finally sleep, he was wide awake? What a load of bullshit.

Finn threw off his covers and got out of bed. He pulled open his drawer, grabbed two keys, then left.

The twins' room wasn't far from his. In fact, they were on the opposite side of the hall, two doors over. Finn wasn't entirely sure why he was going there.

Finn found himself rummaging through their cupcoards, feeling a little bit pathetic.

Jade's extra scarf was wrapped around his neck, and one of Floyd's jerseys was pulled on quickly, though it was much too big for him.

He wasn't cold, but the warmth he felt then was nice. He felt better. A little more comforted. The twins weren't actually there, but this was close enough.

He exited the twins' room and quickly made his way to Azul's. It was at the very end of the hall, the only door at the dead end wall.

The next thing Finn knew, he was collapsed on Azul's bed, buried under the covers. He felt warm, and he felt safe. He could smell Azul, and he could smell Jade and Floyd. Azul, Jade, and Floyd meant safe.

Finb wrapped his arms tightly around himself, gripping Jade's scarf as if he feared it would run away. His brain seemed satisfied with this setup, even if his siblings were also reflected in Azul's window.

Finally, he felt himself relax and heavy, tired eyes slid shut at last.

-End

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A/N: Sorry if the ending is a little off I didn't know how to end it 🥲

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[chimaerra]

something excruciating about having so many things that are so mine and only mine and my best friend keeps well meaningly taking them

[trophywifejimgordon]

not shipping, exactly, except that it is, but... goodsir/hickey works so well for me. what if there were these two characters who were foils. and, what if they both started out as minor players against an initial drama of wardroom officers who eclipse the sun?

goodsir is a surgeon, not a doctor, and an assistant surgeon at that, while hickey is a lowly caulker's mate; they both go unseen, and they both want to go unseen, until circumstances make that impossible for the people that they are--goodsir becomes the only one left, the last doctor, while hickey's dubious survival instincts kick in for him and he starts to do what he thinks it takes to survive. and then they're thrust onto this greater stage with everyone who ever overlooked them, but once there, they see each other.

goodsir sees through hickey's flattery and guileful presentation the first time it's turned on him, and he doesn't even bother to conceal it. hickey looks at goodsir and immediately clocks his potential, or at least his usefulness. and... there's a kind of peace in all that. what if there was a kind surgeon in this unkind world, and he found the one person who didn't expect or want that kindness to translate into subservient niceness? what if there was a man who was less a man than a collection of stolen traits and careful deceptions, and he found the one person who could see through all of them? at the very least, one imagines it might be freeing.

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[theygender]

I love being T4T. My gf has been on estrogen for a couple weeks now and she's been having a rough time with her mood so I'm teaching her about the ancient art of soaking in a bubble bath with a little drink to sip while watching shows on your laptop

[spinosworks]

(tags from @stealingyourbones)

oh im glad it wasn't annoying lol

my wip names are honestly ridiculous bc that's the only way ill remember to write them

stephanie being dannys mom is smth im honestly surprised no one else has thought of yet! it has a ton of potential. i would be writing it but i still haven't read enough to be comfortable writing steph and various other batfam members :(

it would take place maybe 15 years in the future (for the batfam).

stephanie and cass have gotten together (love that them) bruce is retired, alfred is being cared for by the family in his later life, and everyone has settled into their lives getting married or otherwise. everything is as perfect as vigilantes can get it.

that's when stephanie gets a call. the baby she gave up all those years ago wants to meet her. one danny fenton.

in this danny is a born blond but dyes his hair because he wants to (its not that deep its absolutely that deep) i also took the chance to have trans danny and ran with it (context for those who dont know: stephs baby in the comics was a blond girl).

at this point he's been phantom for maybe a half a year, maybe more? not too long at least. he likes to think that hes been handling it alright but all the stress of being the only "meta" hero in amity is getting to him (oh yeah baby we're getting some denial abt the true nature of his powers)

after being shot at by his adoptive parents, he brings up the topic of his adoption to his parents (yes he knows he's adopted, it was a bit hard to hide. that and jazz told him. she read was the only one to actually read the books on they bought) danny reassures them that 'yes, he does love them, he just wants to know'. maybe get to sit down with his birth mother, see what kind of person she is.

after getting the okay and jumping through so many hoops, danny kind of freaks out. he doesn't want to interupt her life, or make her hate him (like his parents hate him oh no what if he's making a mistake)

steph meanwhile is having a similar freak out. she never expected to recieve a call but she did. the information that she agreed to share when she was alone after giving birth and maybe a bit sad (a lot sad) was used. steph doesn't know what to expect when danny (not her baby, never her baby) flies into gotham but she lives up to the bat name by being way too prepared.

too bad nobody can really prepare for the fact that the child that they gave up to have a better life died and came back as an interdimensional being :(

[soldier-poet-king]

hanging out with A Creachure*

*catsitting my friend's middle aged BEAST who i am *definitely not* allergic to

[crazy-walls]

when you wake up in the middle of the night and realise you kinda "lost your place" in fandom little by little since you've had to start working full time

[kaeyaphile]

i am going to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, take my medication, play more of the new trailblaze mission in honkai: star rail, take a power nap, go pick up my curbside grocery order, grab dinner somewhere, and then do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day 🫠

[starlit-roses-ships]

i just want my f/os to wrap me up and give me a hug and tell me everything's gonna be okay. is that so much to ask ;_;

[sensazioneultra]

currently having a fight inside my mind: don't let relatively small things ruin your day and make you spiral you promised yourself you'd try to be happy and see the good in any or most situations instead of seeing everything like an impossible mountain to climb

vs

it's okay to feel sad or angry or annoyed when something goes wrong. it's okay to feel things just don't let the emotions control you to the point that you don't feel real anymore

[rosicheeks]

😴

[consciouschunkofmoss]

screaming my lungs out why do people make subtitles completely different from the actual audio ?? the fuck is wrong with you

literally thats so fucked on so many levels and im just plainly tired

[hellfireeddiemunson]

i was gonna say someday in my life i will wake up before work and not feel like throwing up but then i remembered it’s an anxiety thing and it most likely will not stop so long as i have a job

[sweetsweetloverlover]

literally two days ago i was telling myself if i managed to move out find a new job a new school everything id force myself to go to (at least a few) social events and would try my best to actually go out there meet people and make friends and today i had to go through One gathering of barely 10 people who i already knewand liked and all of that in my own house and i cant even handle that lmaoo