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justabigassnerd · 6 months

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Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader

Word count - 4,486

Warnings - death of a parent, strained father-daughter relationship, angst, running away, a pinch of fluff

Summary - after losing your mother, custody is granted to your father Pete Mitchell. however, it's been years since you last saw him

A/N - whoa whoa whoa I be swinging in with a new fic y'all! I actually loved writing this anon request and it does have the potential to be a series (the key word here is potential because I am not committing to anything just yet, I need to see how this turns out first). anyways I won't ramble, as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

You hardly knew your father. You knew his name was Pete Mitchell, that he was a naval aviator, and that your mum insisted you inherited a large chunk of your personality from Maverick but that was the extent of your knowledge. You’ve seen pictures of him, and your mum told you about times he visited when you were a baby, but you held no concrete memories of your own of the man. Because of your lack of connection to him, you didn’t really consider Maverick your father. He stopped visiting when you were a baby, so you didn’t really care to acknowledge his relation to you. Your mum, while understanding your feelings and not wanting to force anything upon you, did try to encourage you to get into contact with Maverick if you could to try and form some sort of bond with him.

Then your mother got sick. You spent a lot of time outside of school caring for her and working your part-time job to keep you and your mum afloat when she had to stop working because her health was declining so rapidly. It was tough for you to try and keep things going and your mum tried to push for you to get into contact with your father, so you’d have someone to go to if she didn’t win the battle against her illness, but you always rebutted, insisting that she’d be fine.

You watched as your mother had to be admitted to the hospital for round-the-clock care. You always visited her after school or work and spent as much time with her as you could, constantly asking the nurses and doctors for updates and hoping by some miracle she’d recover.

But she never did.

Your mum passed away after three months of battling with an illness you could never understand, leaving you alone in the world. You soon ended up in contact with social services as your mother had contacted them prior to her death without you knowing and told them that she wished for you to move in with your dad as opposed to going into foster care. You were still hesitant about the whole thing. You barely knew him; you’d be uprooting your entire life to move to Miramar.

While you had to go home, pack bags and prep things for your mother’s funeral, Maverick received a knock on his door early one Saturday morning.

“Hello, are you Captain Pete Mitchell?” The woman on the other side of the door says, a kind smile on her face as she speaks. Maverick was taken aback by this woman being on the other side of the door, he would’ve put money on it being Bradley on the other side of the door over some random woman.

“I am. Can I help you?” Maverick asks, confused as to how she knows who he is and what she’s doing at his house.

“You have a daughter, y/n l/n, correct?” The woman then asks, eyes flicking down to the file in her hand while Maverick’s expression shifts from one of confusion to one of worry.

“Is she okay?” Is the first thing that comes out of Maverick’s mouth as he thinks of all the things that could possibly have happened to you.

“Her mother, Catherine, passed away a couple of days ago and before she passed, she made it known to us that she wanted y/n to be in your care since she has no other relatives.” The woman explains and Maverick feels his heart sink to his stomach at the woman’s words. His relationship with your mother may have been short, but he never stopped caring for her. Hearing she had passed hit him hard.

“She wanted me to take y/n in?” Maverick asks quietly, searching for confirmation as the woman nods slightly.

“She did. We’re going to help you and y/n with the process and check in occasionally after she’s moved in to make sure everything is okay with the two of you.” The woman says as she hands a card over with her name and number on it. Maverick inspects the card, learning that her name is Holly Fieldman before looking back up at her.

“When is she coming? I know she lives a couple of states away.” Maverick asks as he pushes the card into his jean pocket, watching as Holly silently asks to be let in and he obliges, stepping aside and letting her enter his house, leading her to the living room and sitting down opposite her.

“y/n wants to hold her mother’s funeral before she comes to Miramar.” Holly starts, flicking through the file and double-checking all the information she received from her colleague.

“That makes sense.” Maverick says slowly, wishing he could be there to help you with the funeral, but he was aware he could potentially overstep if he tried to get involved.

“My colleague said the funeral should be taking place within the next couple of days so I will contact you when we have a date set for y/n to come here.” Holly says as she glances up at Maverick who nods slightly in acknowledgement to her words.

“That’s okay, that gives me time to sort things out here.” Maverick agrees as Holly gets to her feet, Maverick quickly mirroring her actions and leading her to the front door and bidding her goodbye. Once he closes the door, Maverick turns around and rests his back against the door, staring into his house before muttering.

“Good thing I have the spare room clear.”

A few days later, after the funeral, you were all packed up and waiting at the airport for your flight to San Diego. Your leg bounced nervously as you stared at the sign above the gate door displaying the location you were flying to. Everyone around you seemed perfectly relaxed and ready for the flight ahead while you were thinking of everything that could go wrong. By the time you boarded the plane and found your seat, you could’ve laughed at yourself for how nervous you were. You were the daughter of a top naval aviator and here you were panicking about flying in a commercial plane which you were sure was much safer than doing whatever it was your father did for work. You were sure you looked crazy with the way you were gripping the armrests when the plane took off into the air, eyes scrunching shut as your stomach lurched at the foreign feeling.

Thankfully, the flight went smoothly, and no one made any comments about your very obvious nervousness. When you were allowed to disembark the plane, you followed the sea of people to luggage claim as you gripped the straps of your rucksack to try and direct your nerves somewhere. Once you grabbed your suitcase off the conveyor belt, you followed the large signs that led to the arrivals terminal where you soon located a smartly dressed woman holding a sign with your name on, so you approached her sheepishly.

“Hello, y/n. I’m Holly, we spoke on the phone the other day.” The woman says, introducing herself straight away and holding out a hand for you to shake which you do, nodding at her words and quietly thanking her when she offers to take your suitcase for you.

“Are you taking me straight to his house?” You ask as you stop outside Holly’s car, waiting as she loads your suitcase into the boot of her car before she turns back to face you.

“We’re going to have you meet your dad in a café first, a nice neutral setting for the both of you and I’ll be there to help ease you guys into everything.” Holly says, her bright smile never wavering when she speaks as she rounds the car and gets in the driver’s seat, with you getting in the passenger seat.

You tried to distract yourself by taking in the views of what was going to be your new home, but you couldn’t stop the pounding of your heart. You hated that you were so nervous. He had never been there for you growing up. He wasn’t a dad to you. So why were you so nervous?

When Holly parked outside a small café that was nestled along Miramar’s beachfront, your nerves were now in full drive and when she moved to open her door, you remained seated.

“Is it too late to ask if I can get a flight back?” You ask, glancing over at Holly who settles back in the car seat to address you.

“It is, sweetie. Look, I understand that you’re nervous. But everything is going to be just fine. I promise you.” Holly says softly, her smile softening as she addresses you and for a moment, you believe her words. You get out of the car, close the door behind you and follow Holly into the café.

As soon as you enter the small building, your eyes are immediately surveying the people that are in the café, searching for whichever one is Pete Mitchell. Then you saw a man stand up, eyes studying you as he looked at you and Holly and you soon noticed Holly moving to approach him. He matched the man in the sparse photos you had of your father so that along with Holly greeting him with the same bright smile she had used on you made you figure that he had to be Pete Mitchell and as you slunk along to meet him, you took a deep breath and made sure to not show your emotions. You already had a feeling he more than likely didn’t want to take you in, he just had to because your mum insisted on it. You just wanted to be prepared for the worst.

“y/n… wow you’ve really grown up.” Is the first thing Maverick can bring himself to say as you stand opposite him.

“Yeah… that’s what happens over time.” You say dismissively, shrugging your shoulders half-heartedly and your gaze flicks away to the table Maverick is sitting at so you could avoid looking at him.

“Why don’t we take a seat?” Holly suggests, not letting the mood deter her as she grabs the back of one of the chairs and pulls it towards her to make room for her to sit down at the table with you and Maverick following her actions. You sit opposite Maverick awkwardly, neither of you knowing how to start a conversation with the other.

“So, y/n, how was the flight?” Holly starts, attempting to initiate a conversation.

“It was okay.” You say half-heartedly, barely glancing at either person sitting at the table with you.

“Was it a busy flight?” Maverick then asks, trying to get a bit more information out of you.

“This was my first time on a plane I don’t know what constitutes ‘busy’, but most of the seats were filled I guess.” Your words came out a little harsher than you intended but you weren’t all that fussed about the way your words came out.

“Well you made it here safely and that’s all that matters.” Maverick then says, a small smile on his face to try and make you feel more comfortable around him. Instead, all he got back was a small shrug and you avoiding his gaze. He knew it must be a hard adjustment for you, especially when you haven’t had contact with Maverick in years but all he wanted was for you to feel comfortable and supported and he was going to do his absolute best to do that for you.

The rest of the interaction that was overseen by Holly went about as well as you expected it to. The atmosphere was awkward and there was a slight tension from you. By the time Maverick was allowed to take you home, Holly pulled both of you aside separately and told you that you could call her whenever and that she’d do a home visit in the next few days to see how things were progressing and left the two of you alone outside the café after handing you your luggage.

“Let’s get you settled in at home.” Maverick says after a minute or two of awkward silence between the two of you, gesturing with his head for you to follow him which you do so slowly, not in any rush to get to this new house. You load up your luggage, ignoring Maverick’s attempts to help you before getting in the backseat of the car, sitting behind the driver’s seat so Maverick couldn’t see you as easily.

“You can sit up front with me for the journey home, you know?” Maverick offers, turning around to glance at you sitting in the back of the car.

“I prefer sitting in the back.” You answer simply, already moving to put your headphones on you can just ignore everything on the journey to where you’d be living from now on. You hated that Maverick was calling it ‘home’. It may be home to him. But it could never be a home to you. Maverick watched sadly as you put your headphones in and adjusted the way you were sat so you were fully angled towards the window before he turned to face the front and began the drive to his house.

When he finally pulled into the driveway of the house, you weren’t shocked by what greeted you. It was an average-sized house in a small neighbourhood. Before Maverick even had time to turn around and talk to you, you were instantly climbing out of the car and heading to the boot of the car to pull your suitcase out, leaving Maverick alone in the car as he let out a small sigh before getting out of the car himself and crossing to the front door of his house to unlock the door and enter the house with you following behind.

As you enter the house, you follow Maverick when he leads you upstairs, opening a door and taking a step back for you to enter which you do. You glance around the room, it is practically bare, with white walls, and nothing more than a bed, wardrobe, and bedside tables.

“I’m sorry it’s so plain. I never really used this room. But you can decorate it however you want. I have a few days booked off work, so maybe we could get some things and decorate your room.” Maverick says, not daring to move an inch beyond the doorway as he watches you place your rucksack on the bed and take in the room. As Maverick had expected, you offered him no more than a mere shrug and noncommittal hum at his suggestion. Maverick was really trying to form some sort of bond with you. To try to make up for the years lost. But you clearly wanted nothing to do with him, and as much as it broke his heart, he couldn’t do any more than extend the olive branch and hope you one day take it. He didn’t want to overstep beyond that, so he nodded at your hum and headed downstairs.

You spent the rest of the day unpacking your belongings, hanging clothes up and storing things away before you finally placed the picture of you and your mum on your bedside table, so you always had her with you. As you tucked your suitcase under your bed, you heard Maverick calling you for dinner and as much as you didn’t want to go downstairs, the smell of food that was travelling up the stairs and into your room was making your stomach growl like nobodies business so you got up and went down the stairs, following the sounds of plates clanking to lead you to the kitchen but as you walked through the living room, your eyes drifted along the photos on the wall and you stopped opposite one particular photo. It was a photo of Maverick with a moustached man, both of them smiling for the camera with an arm wrapped around the other’s shoulders. You regarded the photo quietly, wondering who this man was. Did Maverick have another kid? As if he sensed you looking at the photos, Maverick emerged from the kitchen and approached you carefully.

“Having a look at the pictures?” He muses softly, a slight laugh tagged onto the end of his sentence to let you know he wasn’t upset or angry at you.

“Is he your son?” You ask, your gaze not moving from the picture of the two men.

“No. Not biologically at least. Bradley’s my best friend’s kid. But I helped raise him so he’s kind of like a son to me.” Maverick explains and you can’t help but feel a pang in your heart at his words. This Bradley guy got to have Maverick in his life as a father figure and you didn’t get your dad at all. It wasn’t fair.

“Come on, let’s eat.” Maverick urges softly, noticing the sadness in your eyes and hoping he didn’t just ruin everything between the two of you. You begrudgingly follow Maverick to the small table and eat your food in silence, barely giving Maverick more than a short sentence answer to any of his questions. The second you finished your meal you asked to be excused and retreated back to your room, leaving Maverick alone downstairs. He didn’t bother you for the rest of the night, only sticking his head in your room before he went to bed. Despite everything, he couldn’t stop the small smile that appeared on his face when he saw you curled under your duvet, fast asleep.

“Goodnight, y/n/n.”

Over the days Maverick had off, you tended to avoid as much interaction with him as possible. You’d have meals with him and hold the briefest of conversations but that was your limit. And you never called him dad. You didn’t want to get attached to someone who didn’t want you when you were a baby and was now stuck with you. When Holly came for one of her home visits, you tried to ask if you could be placed elsewhere but she was insistent that you see it through with Maverick. She urged you to give him a chance, and that she could tell he was genuinely trying to form a connection. She could understand that you were upset with the loss of your mother and having to move in with someone who was hardly present in your life, but your mum had picked him for a reason, and you needed to trust her judgement.

After Holly left, you spent the rest of the day in your room mulling over her words. You knew your mum had never steered you wrong before. But sending you to live with someone you hardly knew just felt wrong to you. When night fell, your thoughts were getting too much you decided you needed to head out to get some fresh air and to think some more. You didn’t have a destination in mind, you still hardly knew the area, you just knew you needed to be out of the house. You were able to sneak downstairs and out of the house with zero difficulty, Maverick was napping on the sofa so keeping quiet and getting out of the door was no difficult task for you. Once you made it to the end of the road, you pulled out your phone and searched for directions to the beach.

About five minutes after you left, Maverick’s eyes blinked open and he stretched his arms above his head as he stood from the sofa, wincing as his back let out a slight crack. He knew he needed to stop falling asleep on the sofa, but he couldn’t help it. Deciding it was time to finally retire to bed, he headed upstairs, heading straight to your door. Since you arrived, he always stuck his head in your room to whisper goodnight to you, despite the fact you were always asleep when he did it. This time, however, when Maverick opened the door, he couldn’t see any figure in the bed. The little slither of light that snuck through the crack didn’t illuminate any evidence that you were in bed and Maverick couldn’t help but instantly be in panic mode. He couldn’t find any evidence that you were still in the house, so he was soon grabbing his keys and leaving the house to search for you.

You sat on a little bench overlooking the beach, not too far from where the café you first met Maverick was, listening to the gentle sounds of the waves against the shore, your eyes drifting up to the starry sky and bright moon that hung within it.

“Mum, you wanted me to come here for a reason, right? You think Pete would take care of me and that I’d finally have a father figure, don’t you?” You mutter quietly up to the sky, wondering if your mum would give you some sort of sign that she was listening. Instead, you heard the revving of a motorbike engine and Maverick’s worried voice calling out to you.

“y/n, oh thank god I found you.” Maverick says, relief beyond evident in his tone as he sits down next to you on the bench, leaving a gap between the two of you.

“How did you know I was here?” You ask quietly, briefly glancing over at Maverick before your gaze flicked back to the stars.

“I didn’t. I just drove around looking for you. But I did know you haven’t explored the area much, so my best guess was near the café. I wouldn’t have stopped looking for you all night if I hadn’t found you here.” Maverick explains, watching you under the dim street lamp as your eyebrows furrow slightly and you turn to look at him properly.

“Really?” You ask, your voice timid as you look at Maverick.

“Really. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you. I promised your mother I’d look after you.” Maverick explains, watching as your eyes widen at his words.

“You promised… did you talk with my mum before she died?” You then ask, tears threatening to build in your eyes. In response to your question, Maverick pulls his wallet out of his pocket and produces a small picture, handing it over to you and you instantly study the picture. It was of you; it couldn’t have been taken more than six months ago. It was of you out in the park, sitting on a bench and completely oblivious to your mum taking a picture of you.

“She liked to send me regular updates on how you were doing, as well as pictures. She told me you get pretty good grades in your classes, which makes me proud. The last time I spoke to her must’ve been just before or around the time she got sick because I never heard from her after that. But she made me promise to look after you if something happened years ago. I didn't think anything would ever happen. But I never stopped caring for you.” Maverick explains as you quietly hand back the photo, the tears in your eyes beginning to show under the street lights.

“If you cared so much, why did you stop visiting?” Unlike Maverick would’ve expected, your voice held no harshness to its tone, just defeat. You were just a kid who’s been deprived of a father figure your whole life.

“My job is dangerous. And I know what it feels like to lose your parents when you’re young. I just couldn’t put you through that, so I thought it was best I stayed away to protect you. It hurt so much to say goodbye knowing I probably wasn’t going to see you again.” Maverick says truthfully, fighting back tears of his own as he looks at the picture, knowing he was the reason you grew up without a father figure in your life. He couldn’t help but beat himself up over it every day. He had stepped in for Bradley when Goose died but the second, he had a kid of his own, he backed off and abandoned you.

“Did your mum ever try to move on?” Maverick then asks quietly, a sad tone you’re not used to hearing from him in his voice, as you watch him.

“No she didn’t. Truthfully, I don’t think she stopped loving you. She always spoke so highly of you.” You admit, shrugging lightly as you remember all the times your mum had told you about Maverick and never spoke a bad word about him. At your words, a tear or two escaped Maverick’s eyes and he let out a shuddering breath.

“I don’t deserve that. She deserved to be happy.” Maverick says, more tears escaping him as you wipe at your own eyes.

“She was happy. The time she had with you was clearly all she wanted and needed.” You say, not wanting Maverick to feel guilty or upset for something out of his control, a complete turnaround from the way you had been acting prior.

“I’m going to make it up to you. I promise. If you need me at all, I will be there. You’re not alone anymore.” Maverick promises, and you nod at his words, finally believing his words before you move closer to him and carefully wrap your arms around him for a hug. At first, he was tense, but soon he reciprocated the hug, holding you tight as you tried your best not to cry on his jacket.

“Can we go home now?” You ask as a small breeze blows by, making you shiver slightly, even in Maverick’s warm embrace.

“Of course, sweetheart. Let’s go home.” He says softly, helping you to your feet and leading you to his motorbike where he instructs you on how to hold on safely before taking you back home, making sure he goes a bit slower than he usually does when on his bike. When you make it home, you’re stifling yawns as you trudge upstairs to get ready for bed and by the time you finally crawl into bed, your eyes are already closing but you force them open when you hear Maverick quietly asking if he could enter your room. For the first time since you arrived, Maverick crosses to your bedside and smiles down at you.

“Goodnight, y/n.” He says quietly, leaning down and pressing a small kiss on the top of your head, smiling as a smile covers your own face while you snuggle further into your bed. Just as Maverick reaches the door, he hears you speak up.

“Goodnight, dad.”

Maverick swore that the large smile that appeared on his face didn’t shrink until the next day. Until you called him ‘dad’ again the next morning.

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graciegoeskrazy · 4 months

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hello love, could you write something with healy reader and gabriette? like how their relationship works, maybe reader not liking her at first, preferring some other ex from matty and feeling abandoned by matty, and what matty and gabriette do so that reader feels better about them? thank you i love your writing

hc on reader and matty’s gf’s

matty healy + reader + gabriette (+others)

Warnings: language, parents dating, mention of anxiety, idrk, I did a hc my bad

A/n: oh hello random person I’ve never met in my life. Never met before mhm nope. Def not known each other since kindergarten. Nun uh nope. Anywhooo. Enjoy or I’ll find you. (Jokes on you. I’ve know this individual forever and they are the ONLY person in my real life that knows I write this shit and I completely forgot about that(I told them and a 1975 concert btw lmao) and I saw the request and forgot and i laughed at 2am bahahaha) jk love u bie

look at the photo they r so mamma y papa I casaanttttt

The thought of your dad and his love life makes u want to smile and puke all at the same time

You’ve never had a mom/mother figure growing up

That’s just how it was and you were fine with it

Your dad always told you ‘our family is perfect the way it is’

And you believed him

He had quite a few girlfriends when you were younger

None of which you really cared for

the most serious one in your opinion was with Gabriella

She felt like a true friend

And you were heartbroken when she left your dad

Understandably left your dad

I mean the guy was a mess

Even since those 4 years, u became more aware of how these ‘relationships’ really work

U learned what marriage meant and became fearful that your little family was going to change forever

After your dad and Gabriella broke up it wasn't long after that your dad found fka twigs

That one was a little more complicated

Just because you were growing up and becoming more mature and aware of things that were going on

She was nice to you, you cant deny

But your dad changed immensely while he was with her

He seemed to fall back into some of his old ways and that scared the shit out of you

The dynamic between your dad and you changed, not for the better

It wasn't that you blamed her for your father’s acting out

You blamed him and therefore turned on her too, never saying or doing anything mean, but just avoiding your father and in turn avoiding her too

But the moments where you did connect were lovely

There were just far too few of them

Your dad was even more heartbroken when they broke up which was surprising

You just let him be and made his emotions George’s problem

Charlotte didn't last long

you met her once at a party and they weren't even dating then

You technically weren't even aware they were dating until the news broke that they split

y/n | *1 attachment

y/n | since when did you have a girlfriend

y/n | yall like actually dated???

father healy | yeah lol

father healy | I didn't think it was gonna actually be anything so I never really told you

father healy | my b

y/n | dw.

y/n | sorry you have a complicated love life

father healy | its alright. Youre the only girl I truly need : )

y/n | awe u big ol sap

y/n | maybe you need to try someone whos not a model

y/n | or actress

y/n | just like a normal human ??

father healy | hm ok ill give it a thought

and then he dated fucking taylor swift

“What the actual fuck were you thinking?” You said storming into the dinning room.

“What?” All 4 boys said in unison.

You turnnd tour phone around and showed them all the page six article “Oh shit.”

“You’re dating DOCTOR TAYLOR ALLISON SWIFT?!?!?!”

George slapped him.“We told you to tell her before the rest of the world found out”

“You all knew?!?!”

‘Of course, we knew. We’re his best friend!” Ross said matter of factly.

“And I’m his own flesh and blood! There’s a pecking order!!!” Your gaze fell back to your dad. “You can’t do this.”

“What?”

“Date fucking Taylor Swift! She just got out of a 6-year relationship and you are the problematic guy on TikTok with a couple of good songs.”

“Damn, ok, thanks.” Adam said while bouncing his son up and down.

“You done?” Matty asked, getting serious and parental.

“No.” You said.

Matty gestured for yo to finish.

You thought for a moment and said “Fuck you.” You released a sigh you didnt know you were holding in. “Okay, now I’m done.”

He pated the seat next to him and you climbed over George like you’ve done since you were little to get to the seat. He moved a peace of hair out of your eyes and wiped your tears. “It’s not that serious. Yes, she got out of a 7-year relationship and I’m impossible to love so we’re taking it slow. Alright? And, look, I know you already met her but she would like to”

“Yes.”

All the boys chuckled.

Matty continued. “Listen, I want you to th-”

“Yes.” Matty laughed harder. “Dude it's Taylor Swift.” You said, mater-of-factly.

“Alright.” he sighed.

George pipped in. “Tell her where you’re going this weekend.”

Matty just deadpanned him, wanting to save that news for later.

No fucking way. You were about to lose your shit. “Where are you going this weekend?”

“... Nashville.” He said hesitantly.

“No, you are fucking not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you are fucking not.”

“Yes, I am…And you can come to.”

You cried more. Omfg you were going to the Eras Tour.

He hugged you and kissed your head as you buried your face in your hands. Everyone laughed at your antics. Yu hugged him back and said thank you. “I need to stop making me learn about your relationships through social media.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Then they lasted for like a month lmao

When Gabriette came along, he actually told you before he told the internet!!!

You thought she was nice and super pretty

And plus you’ve never seen our dad this happy in a long time

Your dad had asked and made sure it was okay for her to come around during a party

You said it was no biggie but was slightly panicking on the inside

Just because you knew nothing about her

You stuck to George most of the night

Both men were fully aware of what you were doing - retreating into your shell - but didn't comment and instead let you be

You never liked parties in the first place and the added circumstances didn't help

She brought a dish and you coant deny it was killer

The music was really loud but she introduced herself and it was sweet

Matty noticed you later on a couch, staring out into space and sat down next to you

He excused himself from Gabriette and she understood what was happening

You assured your dad it had nothing to do with her or anything it was just the environment you were in

Which was absolutely believable and probably true

It was just your anxiety taking over in a space like this

Anywhooo the night winded down and it was now just you, your dad, and the closest inner circle

Including Gabriette

He pulled her aside again and told her that you were having lil sprouts of anxiety

She 100% understood and told him to do whatever he needed for you

He sat by you the whole night and she sat next to Charli

You became more yourself in the quieter environment

It was a fun end to the night

She spent a few nights over during winter break and you didn't mind

She was fun to be around

You both baked together which was a fun spur of moment things

It was never awkward

It was just fun with her

And you were glad your dad was happy.

#matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x daughter!reader #x daughter!reader #matty the 1975 #the 1975 #matty x reader

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canonicallysoulmates · 5 months

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J2 Gold Panel Nashcon 2023

Before we get into the questions I have to mention that Jared is wearing a Christmas sweater that says 'Shitters Full'. And I have to mention it because of the story of how he got that sweater. When they were having dinner, there was a young lady who was wearing this sweater, and Jared liked it so much that he traded his shirt for it. People pay thousands (not an exaggeration or a joke) for a shirt this man has worn and he just randomly gave one away for a sweater he liked 😂 I love him and congrats to that girl!

Jumping into questions, the first fan doesn't have one they just want to say thank you because in a previous con the boys told the story of a Make-A-Wish kid who visited the set once and the fan really connected with that because they had a Make-A-Wish trip when they were a kid so they know how impactful those things are for chronically ill children. x

The first actual question of the panel is: have they given any more thought to doing Lonesome Dove?

Jensen answers not necessarily, he thinks it’s one of those lofty things that sound like a great idea but there’s been no pen to paper yet.

The fan comments that they just wanted to know if the idea was still alive and they reply it's not dead, and Jared thinks it'd be amazing. x

Did Jensen get the chance to sing or have a jam session with Reba while he was working on Big Sky?

He says one time. They didn't work together a lot because they had separate storylines but they did overlap one day. It was a night shoot, it was really cold, and while the crew was setting up for another shot he and Reba were sitting around the heaters in their cast chairs. This was his first time having her essentially to himself and he told her his favorite song of hers is How Blue, and in that song, there’s a person who sings harmony he asked her if it was her who sang the harmony on top of the melody, and she replied "fun fact for you, that’s actually my sister" and then she told him the story of where they recorded it, it was Nashville in some renovated church that had been turned into a studio so they got into a whole conversation. And then out of nowhere she told him to sing the harmony and she’d sing the melody and they started singing, and he says he was so nervous he thinks he didn’t hit one note. But she was as charming and as lovely as you would hope her to be and that was a moment that he really cherishes.

He also shares the story about how when their characters first meet - and he thinks this was in the morning of the same day as the singing - they're supposed to shake hands and say their character's names but during like the fourth take she said her name, Reba McEntire, instead of her character name and then went oh shit when she realized. x

The next person wants to know how they like the current Cowboys coach, Mike McCarthy, because he used to be the coach for the Packers and according to this fan he was no good. (They didn't actually say he was no good just that Packer fans weren't thrilled with him when he was coach.)

Jared says they're not thrilled either. Jensen replies he thinks he's doing alright this year to which Jared concedes that he is doing good this year. Jensen thinks it was a little bit of a slow burn for them but he's turned around and he's positioned the team well this year.

Jared makes a crappy dad joke so Jensen asks him if they're doing dad jokes already and when Jared answers yes, Jensen literally pulls a dad joke out of his pocket 😂

The joke is: The gingerbread man went to the doctor's complaining of a sore knee. "A sore knee?" The doctor said. "Have you tried icing it?"

Then he hands the piece of paper that has the joke on it to Jared, and at first, Jared thought he was giving him another joke to read then when he saw it wasn't he just re-read it 😆 x

How does Jared think Sam’s character or storyline would have been changed, or been different, if the show had been on somewhere like HBO which doesn't have the regular standards and guidelines?

Jared replies that he has thought about this, he kind of really enjoys that there are guidelines because otherwise- and at this point Jensen quips you get The Boys.

Jared continues, the reason why he likes guidelines is because you have to be more creative within boundaries. It's how he parents these are the guidelines, these are the rules, this is the box you can’t leave, play within it as opposed to just do anything and everything. He says The Boys is amazing but The Boys wouldn’t work on the CW but that’s what it is and you know that’s what it is; he doesn’t know if when they come back he wants to say fuck, it’s going to be a discussion between him and Jensen, and them and whoever else but he doesn’t know there was something magical and universal, and he points out that there were a dozen or more kids running around the previous day at the con than if he and Jensen had been running around naked saying this or the other on the show, it might not translate and hopefully parents wouldn’t show that to their kids but he doesn’t know, he’s happy with the CW. And also because CW let them work through their growing pains they got 15yrs, he thinks anywhere else they would have been dead in the water.

Jensen says that he thinks it would be an elevated gore-like version of SPN. He doesn’t think necessarily more colorful language or more skin because he doesn’t think that would benefit the story necessarily but he thinks what they could and couldn’t show in regards to scare and blood is something they had to temper so he thinks they’d probably elevate that to an extent if they were on a network or a streamer that allowed it to happen where there aren’t standards and practices. But they pushed the envelope, the writers pushed the envelope like he remembers they couldn’t say prick but they could say dick so the writers wrote an entire season with a guy named Dick Roman just so they could hammer that home, and he thinks that was- like Jared said there were ways to try to push the envelope a bit within the parameters that they had to but as a show that was on a broadcast network they probably took a bit more of a risk and took some chances more so than most network shows. And that was exciting for them but he thinks even if there were no parameters, and they were able to do whatever they wanted to, he doesn’t think it’d be that much different because he doesn’t know if it would serve the story as well.

Jared then tries to make a puzzle metaphor saying if the puzzle has no rules is it really a puzzle. To quote Jensen what??? He tries to explain that if somebody gives you 1,000 pieces of a puzzle but anything can go anywhere who gives a shit. I feel like I understand what he's trying to say but it's so badly worded.

Then things take a turn to the strange because this fan is under the impression that Jensen at some point in a previous con said that Dean had a history of sex work as a child........what???? Jensen is baffled, the crowd is baffled, I am baffled.

Jared has to step in and say that he’s speaking for Jensen when he says he’s sure that if Jensen ever said anything like that it was in jest and not as actual backstory for the character.

Jensen then says "Yeah, no 'that's too bad we're a broadcast show I really think he would have done some teenage sex work' Yikes!"

For the sake of clarity, I will add the note that I suggest seeing the moment for yourself because I do fear Jensen's answer could be misinterpreted in the written form but to be clear his answer is that he did not say that and the idea is yikes.

The fan tries to continue and mentions something about Dean and drug use but Jared basically cuts her off by saying 'thank you for your question'. x

Awkward. Moving on.

How do they manage some self-care and love on their mental health?

Jared’s quick answer is he spends a lot of time continuing therapy and trying to better himself, that he had a pretty great session on Friday with his therapist which was great, and even attending cons for example the day prior before he went to the con he went for like a 2hr walk and listened to some music and that was a little piece of peace for him and kind of quiet the brain. For him unfortunately, right now he’s trying to perfect or get better at finding peace when he’s stationary but right now he finds peace when he’s in motion so walking, biking, swimming, whatever so he’s looking to find that inner peace when he’s not moving. He’s working on it though and he knows it can happen.

Jensen says just finding those moments, that for him he doesn’t necessarily have to carve out a specific thing, time, or activity in order to better himself like every morning he gets up and takes his dog for a walk before anybody wakes up at the house. 6am, he’s up and it’s largely before the sun comes up so he’s walking in the dark with the dog and he takes him down the street and he just kinda lets his brain do nothing, looks for the deer, looks for the birds, watches the sun slowly come up, and he doesn’t have to do that he can just wake up when everybody else does and let the dog out he knows how to come back but it’s just a little thing for him that he enjoys doing. And it’s those little things, outside playing with the kids then just standing on the back porch watching them run around and just appreciating those moments when they do arise it calms his brain. That’s what he does. x

What would they most like to be remembered for? Or in other words, if their eulogy could only be three sentences what would they be?

Jensen answers being a light. Jared jokes about being remembered for his big forehead to which Jensen replies, kinda cutely not gonna lie, by pointing to himself and saying "being a light" and then pointing to Jared and saying "being my bounce."

For those like me who don't know what a bounce is, Jared explains that it's a term used in filming when you don't want direct light on someone because it washes them out so you'll shoot direct light at something and bounce it unto the subject. Jensen quips that for 15yrs he never needed bounces cause he just worked opposite of Jared.

Serious answer, Jensen says if he could be remembered as somebody who brought positivity to the world in some way shape, or form and it maybe inspired one person to be a better person, he’d be happy. Jared says that he is and we all know that 🥹

Jared answers that he thinks there’s something really ironic about this situation and that they’re on stage because he realy believes they’re both introverts. Like Jensen's not going out red carpeting every day or asking about the new party he’s home with his family, and his dog, and himself and it's the same with him so trying to kind of dissect why they do what they do, he’d rather mean something to the fans and the people he interacts with than win an Oscar. He doesn’t know the three sentences but hopefully, he would rather have two or three people say he helped them than 30 million people buy a ticket to his concert or something and not really give a shit. Which is something he loves from his journey from Gilmore Girls to SPN to now Walker, and Jensen’s journey, is that they were never plastered on the billboards outside of Times Square or on every talk show so when someone came up they weren’t like 'hey you're that famous person on something can I take a picture?' instead they tell him about watching his shows with people they love and that’s much more meaningful to him than any award from somebody who has never met them.

What Jared says makes Jensen think of how he recently met Cary Elwes, and he shared with him that he had posted a video a few years back of him sitting on the couch with his daughter explaining the story of Princess Bride while they were watching it, and meeting him now he had to tell him how that was such a special memory for him, how he loves that movie, he thinks it’s amazing, his daughter still watches it to this day and he was sure Cary is sick of hearing this and that people tell him Princess Bride stories all the time but Cary was like no, no, no it is the gift that keeps on giving and that in fact on his tombstone it’ll probably read "mostly dead". And if you don't understand that reference go watch Princess Bride right now. Literally, stop reading this post, go watch it, then come back. And if you do understand the reference, go watch it anyway, it's a great movie. x

If they could make a bumper sticker with their parent’s catchphrase on it what would it be?

Jared’s gonna go with his dad cause he had four words that he basically said if you do this you’re gonna be alright: don’t speed, don’t tailgate. So bumper sticker: "Don’t speed, don’t tailgate. You should be okay."

Jensen says he doesn’t know if he has a catchphrase that he probably has more catchphrases than his dad he'd probably be "what are we doing?". Jared suggests "so get this". x

If they had to pick their funniest moment on set what would it be?

Jared says French Mistake is pretty great, that Jensen killed him during Yellow Fever. That he saw an interview with Christina Applegate talking about doing Anchor Man with Will Ferrel and she said that it sucks that the funniest stuff he did is not in the movie because she was laughing so it couldn't be used, and he feels that's a lot of the stuff that he did with Jensen he'd just be laughing.

Jensen says it’s funny in hindsight, and they were laughing at the time, but when Kim Manners pranked them when filming Bugs. Quick version of the story for those that may not know it is that when they were filming Bugs, the scene where the boys have to go down the manhole that was a set piece, there was nowhere to go at the bottom. So they do their take and are waiting to be told they can climb back up when the crew comes over with two 5-gallon buckets of ice water and dump it over them! Everybody on the crew was in on the prank and it was carefully planned out cause Jared was wearing a cast at the time so they made sure he had an appointment to get his cast replaced, and Jensen had gotten a new phone so they made sure it wasn't on him. x

J2 Gold Panel Nashcon '23

#j2 tinhat #non iwtv #mine

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a-strangers-thoughtss · 3 months

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Summer loving had me a blast

Summer loving happened so fast

Will had been sitting in the sand, knees up to use as a makeshift table for him to set his sketchbook on. He used to do that a lot back in Lenora. He had never been big on friends, more adept to people watching.

He was similar to Jonathan that way, accept he drew people and Jonathan took pictures.

It was the summer after sophomore year, and two years or so after El had moved across the state to be with their dad for Highschool. She had always had a stronger connection to him, and Will to Joyce.

When Jonathan had left for collage he couldn’t bare to leave her alone, no matter how much it tore him up to be away from his twin.

The day had been so picture perfect, and so many gorgeous people had been roaming around, splashing in the water, sun bathing. It was the best place to find people joyful, emotions out on display for him to capture in pencil.

Something had caught his eye, a black leather jacket.

A boy looking around his age occupied it, walking slowly through the sand in sneakers, jeans, a white shirt and that leather jacket. Why he was wearing any of those things at the beach, Will did not understand. He must be insane, mentally ill.

But it would have been a completely insane lie to say that Will wasn’t drawn to him.

He was handsome, ridiculously so. He was tall and gangly, but not overly so. His face looked straight out of a marble statue, sharp, defined features. Shoulder length black hair messily spilled over his face, going in all different directions.

He was pretty too, and god, life was unfair.

Will glanced up, in the way he had learned after the time someone had caught him and angrily broke his nose, hidden and deliberate. He studied the boys face, slowly etching what he saw onto the page.

Will had just got done with a very rough sketch of his face when he looked up again.

Shit.

The boy was looking at him.

Their eyes met, and Will froze.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

This guy was most definitely not someone he wanted to mess with. Greasers like him usually had a gang of buddies just waiting for the perfect opportunity to pick on someone they deemed “different” and Will was most definitely different. He was queer and every single person who looked at him seemed to clue in pretty fast.

But now he was walking towards Will and he was frozen and unable to move, rooted to his spot on the sand.

“What you doin’?” His voice had the harshness of a greaser, but his eyes were curious.

“Uh, people watching I guess.” Wills suppressed himself a little when his voice didn’t shake. What else was he supposed to say?

“Mind if I join then?” He asked, “Bored as shit.”

All Will could do was nod a little. He hurriedly turned to the next page before the other boy plopped down next to him.

“I’m Mike by the way.”

“Will.”

They sat in silence for a long while, Will finishing up the scetch of Mike and deciding to sketch out the figure of a house on the horizon, highlighted by the setting sun. As he was erasing a line to draw a new one, Mike spoke. It was startling, Will had forgotten he was even there for a bit.

“Hate beaches. Always so sandy and overly hot.” Will snorted at that.

“Well maybe you’d like them more if you took the jacket off for five minutes. You gotta be roasting right now.” That pulled startled laughter out of Mike.

“Just missin’ my boys.”

“Got kids? Though you were close to my age, looks like I misjudged.”

“Nah, still pretty young, not quite balding.”

“Got a bit for that.” They fell into an easy banter, something Will hadn’t known he was missing. The conversation just flowed with Mike in a way that just felt so natural.

“So, what’s a pretty lady like you doin’ out here so late.” Mike asked, light and curious.

“Already told you, people watching.”

“That’s a nice picture you got there.” now Mike was pointing to the sketch of the house, outlined with bold scribbles on the page.

“Thanks, I usually just draw people.”

“Well If that’s not what you ‘usually draw’ I’d like to see what type of shit you can come up with when you’re really drawin’.” Mike said, sincerity laced through his voice. “Any of those I can have a look at?”

Will felt self conscious, but before he could really think about it, he was flipping the page back to his unfinished Mike sketch. His eyes widened and his face grew hot.

“Damn, shit, sorry. Just saw you and I had to draw you, you look so out of place.” Not the words he should have used, but he can’t take it back now.

He looked warily to Mike, whose eyes were wide.

“Damn that’s good.” Was all he said, turning to face Will. “I don’t got any money on me but If I did you bet I’d be giving you a few quarters for that.”

He was dumbfounded, but quickly moved, going to rip the page out.

“Here, have it for free, I don’t mind.” Mike looked down at it, pleased.

“Thanks man.”

There was a long pause, a moment they both just sat there, grinning awkwardly at each other.

It was broken by a loud female voice.

“Mike, it’s time to go!”

Grinning, he saluted Will, “That’s my cue to split. Gonna be here tomorrow morning, wanna hang?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Mike got up, stepping backwards as he called,

“Bye Will.” It sent sparks up his spine.

#byler #mike wheeler #stranger things #will byers #oops my hand slipped #Grease but make it Byler #Sumer lovin what can I say #context is coming eventually #i should be doing homework #and sleeping #but I had an itch to scratch #byler au #I did not read through this #so it prolly has many mistakes

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lifmera · 3 months

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hi hi!! hope your doing well! i’d like to ask for a romantic hazbin hotel match up! i’m gender-fluid masculine presenting and i use all pronouns, and i don’t have a gender preference!

My MBTI is ISTP but most people perceive me as a ENTP. i am quite tall, around six feet. i have a strong sense of right and wrong and justice, and i care deeply for others, but i often act reckless and loud because i don’t want to be taken advantage of for my kindness.

i really like being around people, and i like helping others in any way i can, i can be quite selfless at times but i know when to be stern to protect myself. i am quite social but i suffer from some mental illness, specifaclly bipolar and schizophrenia so it can make it quite hard to understand and connect with others and the world around me.

i am autistic and i often stim a lot by flapping my hands and moving my arms around. i have a lot of different interests, i really like silly things like clowns i think they are awesome and i really like fictional media, i also like collecting toys like my little pony, it makes me feel really happy!

i have a couple hobbies, i really like shopping a lot, i find it to be super fun, i also like writing and drawing, and i’m getting into software engineering! i also like listening to music, i listen to a wide range of genres but my favorites are breakcore, indie folk, glitch core and basically anything that is loud tbh 😭

i am often disconnected mentally from the world around me, so i sometimes have psychosis and hallucinations, i take medication for it and it works well but i still have episodes sometimes, it really helps having someone to ground me back into reality.

i really like bonding over interests with others and getting people into the stuff i like, i also love listening to others talk about things they like. i have really bad memory so i often forget important things but i try my best.

best way to describe my style i guess would be older brother core 😭??? idk but basically i wear comfy oversized clothes like silly t- shirts with cats on them and pj pants with cartoon characters on them and silly character beanies.

i really like being shown love by getting gifts and people doing actions of service for me, i kind of have trust issues so it’s hard to believe someone when it’s just words and not actions.

i am super chaotic i love saying unhinged things and just being very loud it’s very fun for me, i like jokingly threatening to eat people 😭 i also often type in all caps.

i am in a lot of obscure fandoms and i LOVE nerding out about my interests!

sorry if this is a lot 😭 but thank you so much!!

AHHH THE ONE I HAD DELETED 🥲

Hi hun!! This is completely fine!!

I’ve paired you with…. ANGEL DUST!!

When angel first met you, he definitely thought you were super attractive, and decided to hit on you!

But when he got closer to you, he really realized that he was starting to develop feelings 🩷

At first he was super drawn in by your reckless personality, but when you showed your true kind self- he fell in love.

With your sense of Justice especially… when he saw how you treated Valentino… and GENUINELY truly cared about him? It broke down his walls and let you into his heart.

He definitely introduced you to Cherri and you all became BESTIES. They would totally drag you around to parties and such and socialize ! You guys are the LIVES of the party.

If you confided in him about the mental illness and autism, he definitely would ask a BUNCH of questions to understand you more, and also try not to offend you.

He’d also try to help you through your episodes. He knows he isn’t the best comforter, but he tries. :(

If you told him your special interests he’d bolt out the door with you to do those things! Like clowns? LULU LAND!

Collectors Items? THE STORE!!!!

Angel would love to do some of your hobbies with you. Shopping? You guys are staying out ALL DAY. Writing? You better read whatever it is to him. Listening to music? SINGING YOUR HEARTS OUT!

Honestly, he’d probably judge your outfit choice, until he decided to steal your outfit one day, and realized how comfortable it is??

He totally steals ur clothes at night.

Angel would agree with you !! Actions speak louder than words, kinda why he’s at the hotel! Although he’s always pretty sexual, I think he’d be a sweetheart.

The chaotic nature is what brought him in! You guys are always having fun.

He would also LOVE TO listen to you rant 24/7. Even if he cant get into your interests, he’d try. And he’d always listen. It helps him get away from the world.

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY?!!

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months

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If you don't mind, could I please get a Lotr matchup 🥺 I saw that your requests are open and got really excited. I'd like a male ship please! I'm a 21 year old autistic girl who uses a lot of names and aliases. I also have ADHD and am chronically ill with things like asthma, joint pain and both (mild) kyphosis and scoliosis, but I still keep surprisingly active despite it. I'm known for having pretty legendary pain tolerance too, haha. Though because I'm still disabled, I tend to be a bit of a homebody and am very attached to my home.

Personality-wise, I'm simultaneously extremely level-headed and stubborn as a bull; I make my choices wisely, but I'm also quite fierce when I feel the need to be, and I don't give up easily. I've been called wise before and I tend to give good advice, though I can also be a bit of a hermit sometimes when I don't feel like talking. I'm a weird mix between very scholarly and very active, I love working out and getting strong but I'm also addicted to learning new things and reading. I tend to collect books on witchcraft, herbalism (both for healing and poisons) and cooking. Speaking of which, I love cooking, baking, sewing, gardening, caring for horses and I work as a librarian at the moment.

My personality tends to throw people off a little, mainly because I'm very sweet and friendly but also a little off-putting. Both because I come from a family with a morbid sense of humor, and because I do genuinely enjoy messing with people a little. I'm a solid true to chaotic neutral. The kind of person who would joke about poisoning people but given that I know so much about plants you might actually get worried that I would, despite me being very friendly to you just five minutes ago. I'm just that kind of person, I guess, I like to keep people on their toes. That being said, my friendly side is no facade, and there's little I love more than helping people, I actively go out of my way to do it. I especially like feeding people and making new recipes for others to try. I'd say my major flaws are that I'm stubborn, I don't forgive easily, and I can be a little sassy and passive aggressive when I get tired or upset.

As for my appearance, I am very very short and very skinny, though I'm moreso lean since I enjoy working out. I actually have decently large biceps but it's contrasted with a Disney princess-esque waist which I find kinda funny. I have very long wavy reddish-brown hair (I describe it as “strawberry brunette”), and I wear glasses. I like to take relationships very very slowly and develop a solid friendship before considering dating someone, so I really don't want someone who takes things too fast. I'm also not a fan of overly flirty people, even if they're completely loyal to me I just get turned off by over the top displays of affection.

Alright I think that's about it! Sorry if this is too long! (Btw I think I might have requested a matchup from you before but I love your writing so much that I want to get one again, I really hope that's okay ;-;) Have a good day!

Hello! Welcome back! No worries, you can request as many matchups as you want! <333 I hope you like the matchup this time too :)

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Lord Of The Rings;

Faramir:

✨ You met Faramir with Gandalf and Pippin, unfortunately, Denethor doesn't really like the three of you, that's Denethor for you; but it wasn't long until you got to meet Faramir - the younger brother of Boromir, and for some reason, you both felt a connection between the two of you

✨ During your stay, you and Faramir got to know each other more, taking walks when possible and talking about your interests and even bonding over shared interests - when you told him about your collection of books on witchcraft and herbalism at home, he was impressed; you told him that one of the reasons you joined the Fellowship was because you were a good healer (other than that, you loved adventure, and could do and few spells here and there)

✨ After Faramir got shot by that arrow though, you stayed by his side the entire time, and only then - realizing how close you were to losing him - did you come to realize that you had grown incredibly fond of the young man of great quality; whilst he was in his little healing coma though, you would sit and read to him

✨ Once he had finally awakened, he was surprised to have found you by his bedside - his heart went (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ - and soon, you both found yourself courting; you would often bring him little baked goods, and Faramir would sometimes gift you books on new, interesting topics when he finds them

✨ You and Faramir are very similar to each other - being passionate, caring, and intelligent - you both are very much never gonna give each other up, or let each other down, or run around, or desert each other

#cute #fluff #x reader #request #requested #matchups #matchup #lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #faramir #faramir of gondor #faramir x reader #faramir son of denethor

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I wanna know more about Caius and Athenodora’s sons please. Their personalities, who were their besties in the Volturi, how did they get along with Corin, what’s Leo been up to the last hundred years he’s been ‘galavanting’? I need answers about my boys please

• — 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 & 𝐋𝐞𝐨: ᴄᴀɪᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛʜᴇɴᴏᴅᴏʀᴀ's sᴏɴs

If anyone is puzzled by this request or new here; within my worldbuilding Caius has only turned three vampires; Corin, Matteo and Leo. The last two are original characters of mine and are considered to be the couples sons.

— 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐎

Matteo was born in 57AD, his place of birth is Pompeii. After the eruption of Mount. Vesuvius in 79AD he was turned by Caius because he reminded the king of one of his sons from his human life. Matteo quite enjoyed the early iteration of the guard and Volterra, he became close friends with Felix and I would say Matteo held the same place Demetri does now. Our dear executioner often think about how well Demetri and Matteo would have got along. Corin saw Matteo as her dear younger brother, doting on him and establishing familial bonds with him that Caius was not ready for just yet despite craving them. Athenodora also attempted to bond with him, but this was troubling times for The Volturi as they prepared to launch war on The Romanians.

There was nothing Matteo wanted more than to make Caius proud of him, for he thought the king to be one of the greatest men he had ever met. Personally he also felt he owed Caius a great debt, without him Matteo would have died an excruciating death, choking on ash and fire. Matteo often accompanied Caius on his hunts for The Children of The Moon, his only goal was to make sure his father came back home to those who loved him.

Everyone admired Matteo for his prowess in combat and his gentle demeanour off the battlefield. Sadly, Matteo lost his life at the hands of Stefan from The Romanian Coven in 487 AD during the final battle due to Caius’ carelessness.

The king never forgave himself.

— 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐎

Leo was born in 1848AD, his place of birth is Königsberg. He would have died in the Seven Weeks War in 1866AD if he was not turned by Caius. His reasoning? the boy reminded the king of himself. Had you asked Leo at the time if he wanted to become an immortal, he would most likely have spat in your face and told death to come and claim him. Something he immediately did after waking up from the transformation; the recipient of the especially poisonous venom was none but Caius himself.

Leo never became enamoured with The Volturi like his other siblings had, Caius’ rigorous training did not help either when it came to bonding between the two of them. While staying with his new family he did get close to Corin, once more she stepped into the role of older sister despite her brother insisting he did not need any from of special treatment. Athenodora and Leo’s bonds blossomed however, the two of them seeing eye to eye on many different topics. Leo is exceptionally protective and fond of his mother and will physically or verbally assault anyone who speaks ill of her. He is also a honorary member of The Terror Trio consisting of Corin, Santiago and Afton; and it is this group of people besides his mother he regularly keeps up with.

He left the palazzo in 1913 and never returned.

Leo lives his immortal life as a solo nomad, showing no interest in finding a mate or another coven to join up with. Due to his wayward nature he has met many a vampire and charmed his way through dangerous and embarrassing events until the modern day. Very few vampires know of Leo’s connection to The Volturi, let alone who sired him. This has made him an excellent unofficial field agent that reports back to the coven from time to time if he stumbles across a particularly dangerous situation, not because he worries for them of course. Once upon a time Vladimir and Stefan attempted to recruit him to their cause, it was quite difficult for Leo to keep his composure throughout the awkward conversation.

His current whereabouts are unknown.

If you are interested in more information, I would recommend going through the Leo tag and the Matteo tag. Dear Leo’s tone of voice will become quite evident.

#Volturi Questionnaire #Matteo #Leo #Volturi Ocs #Twilight Renaissance

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kalid-raven · 2 years

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The Shapes First Impressions (MichaelMyersxOC) (Crossover)

(Feeling ill, so indulging into some Michael thoughts to make me feel better :) The first part of their visit can be read her by the amazing @rottent33th ---> https://www.tumblr.com/rottent33th/700589231983198208/new-face-in-town?source=share ))

It was their first day in Ambrose.

Michael got along surprisingly well with Vincent, and Alia had little doubt much of it was thanks to the artist's genuine efforts. Michael could be... Resistant, to change or new experiences, but she was grateful to see how hard he was trying. The usual frown had deepened, but not from anger. It was concentration, frustration, and feeling curious, either all at once or at different moments.

Alia stepped outside with him to see how he was doing, and she could quickly read that he was feeling a bit overwhelmed. She hadn't done so much socializing in ages, and Michael? The last time there was the chaos of a full house, it was his own and not in a good way, or at the Sanitarium. She pulled him into a hug, one he readily accepted and returned. The quiet of outside, the lack of people once he had been reminded the wax figures were just that; lifeless, it allowed him to relax and recollect himself.

Damn Vincent was good at making those things.

Michael was such a solitary person by nature, but he couldn't say he wasn't intrigued and curious about these people who seemed more in line with himself and his actions. And their significant others? Alia melded in perfectly with them, her often reserved and mature manner gave way to an extent to something more carefree. He knew he wasn't normal by a long shot, and it was strange to interact with others who somewhat shared that. Vincent especially, who even wore a mask, though it was fashioned in the face of Bo. His face too, though? Alia said they were twins.

Michael was still baffled that Alia connected to someone to the point of them admitting the darkness that their men lived in. He had been angry at first when he found out she told their secret, only to find out Ellie had admitted it first, and they had been close since before he found his way back into her life over the last year. In comparison to the others, Michael and Alias relationship and reconnection was notably newer than others, and there were many things they were still working out and learning about each other. Couple milestones they still hadn't reached.

Why couldn't everything be simpler? Easier? slower to change and more at his pace? But even Michael knew that was unrealistic to expect. This trip, and his begrudging acceptance of it, was proof of that. Lifting his head from her hair, he looked through the window inside, his expression a perfect poker face as he studied the people within. Vincent was acceptable and had good taste in music, Bo made him suspicious with his slick behavior(He'd be keeping him from getting too close to Alia), and Lester confused him with his odd mannerisms and strangely cheerful personality. But he would still go back inside, for the sake of Alia. He didn't want to admit that he had his own curiosities in them, like that hand-thing Vincent did. Sign language? He heard about it, never saw it in practice. Talking with your hands... It was interesting. Useful.

"You feeling better, love?" Alia asked, craning her neck to be able to look up at the figurative giant. Michael returned his eyes to her and nodded. "Good. I know it's a lot... Thank you for going so far out of your way. It means the world to me." She said in earnest, standing on her tip toes to kiss him, and Michael bent down to meet her lips with his own. After a long moment, they parted and she smiled at him. "You ready to go back in, or do you need time alone?"

He thought for a moment, before shaking his head and briefly holding up one finger.

"Alright, come in whenever you're ready, food is in the works and I know how hungry you always are." She chuckled, rubbing his back before releasing him. "I'm going back inside, let me know if you need me, Michael. You know I'll be at your side in a heartbeat." He gave a nod, watching her go and only looking away when the door closed. Taking a seat on the steps much as he often did as a boy, he propped his elbow on his knee and rested his rough chin in his palm. Blue eyes drifted absently as he fell into his own thoughts, still feeling barren without his mask, but also feeling that putting it on right now wasn't quite right.

Maybe he was trying harder than even he realized to make this work.

(Shame he wasn’t going to be half as “excited” when he would find out later there were even more people coming...)

#rz!michael myers #rz michael myers #alia #aliafowl #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #slasher fanfiction #slasher-verse #slasher #crossover

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mxtxnerd · 6 months

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Just want to know what Tumblr thinks of my little story :)

If this is my final note, it will be one telling the story of my life. This will be written from my heart and my heart only, and will be the purest form of my emotions.

I will start with my childhood; I was born in Illinois, raised in Wisconsin, and moved around the states as I grew. I was named after my father, who died of some illness before I was born. The town I lived in for most of my childhood was very religious, and I'd go to church on Wednesday and Sunday. I was the helper of the pastor as I got older, and by the time I moved back to that town he was dead. A new person took over for him. At 5 I first rode a bike, at 7 I learned to write cursive. I'd watch Batman, and begged my mom for foods I saw on the cooking channels. Nothing important happened in my childhood, I continued church, learned to cook, made some friends. In 1976 I got a job at a bar, and continued that for the rest of my life. I learned how to make many drinks, met lots of interesting people, drank to my heart's content, and saved us all from many demons. Incubi, I think they were called, male demons coming to our world to seduce humans into betraying god. I made sure none would succeed.

After a few years, in ‘79, I met an incubus I couldn't kill. Not there, it wasn't the right place. His ability was too strong, I needed to go to a holy place, or just somewhere I could focus on him.

I invited him out, he agreed to meet me for a date, of course it was hushed. Two men, on a date? Either way, he went with me. I led him to the church, he tripped walking in, fell up the steps to the pastors house, then didn't want to walk in without being invited. Maybe that last ones a vampiric trait, at this point he's infected me, I can't think right.

My connection with God has been broken long ago, and only now I'm realizing when it happened. That night, when we first met, he kissed me. The kiss, although enjoyable, was wrong. I went against god, and ever since I've been different. Not thinking clearly, eating differently, I've gotten sick more, it's been harder to focus on anything but him, he's all I can find myself thinking of on days when work is slow. He's infected my mind, my connection with God has faded and nothing can restore it at this point!

…

The kiss was nice. He's gentle, kind, and has never treated me badly. Never hit me, threatened me, told me I need to change, and he always explains when he's in a bad mood, and why. He's so pretty as well, his hair is perfect, suits his face nicely, he has a sense of fashion unlike any other. It fits his personality, his clothes are always right for his work. His name rolls off the tongue, and his eyes are unique, his hair’s the right color for his skin. He's perfect in every way. It's a sign of the devil. No ones that perfect, no one can be that handsome and his face is too feminine and his body is too feminine, but he's masculine. His muscles, his voice, his eyebrows even. He's such a man, such a woman. Not a woman. He's a girl. Childish, sensitive, he's a little girl in a man's body. A teenager, that's him! A teenage girl, trying to make the mature men fall for him. He may be older than me, but the way he acts is too stupid for a man his age! I love him. He's blinded my senses, my thoughts, everything. The demon he is has severed my connection with God.

His disguise is too good, everything looks so real, his hair, his eyes, his skin.

He is likely possessing a man, a demon in such a beautiful body is out of place. I assume it's just the demon's powers of attraction that's making me say this, I have no interest in men. None at all, in fact I'm such a good devotee that I'm also not interested in women. My attention goes fully to God.

He is not my god, he is god. For he is the father of all, not just me. He loves you, more than you could imagine, as much as I love my darling demon. God has saved me many times, when I crashed a car, when I crashed a bike, when I was hit by a car, all the times drunk men and women have yelled at me while I was getting their drinks. God is the reason I have survived. He rewards me for all the demons I've killed. Ever since that day where I couldn't kill just one, I've not been protected. I haven't been hit by cars or crashed my bike, and there's been less yelling in the bar. God hasn't saved me yet, I'm losing his favor.

I've been with my darling demon for years now, I think it's been 8 since I met him. He's been a good husband, a good man. We have a house, a cat, and live a comfortable life together. We're just roommates, really. We haven't done anything sexual. No, we haven't. We kiss, yes, sometimes, but nothing more. Maybe it's gotten a bit close, but we've never done anything!

A month ago, I told him about all the demons I've killed. I forgot he was one as I told him, and he called the police. He said I killed people. I killed demons trying to seduce me — gods closest helper on this earth — not human beings. The police showed up, and I was taken into custody. My first trial I told them the story, pleaded not guilty, I told them of the demons, and how it's what God wants. I was sent to a hospital until another trial took place. It was as uneventful as the first. I waited for the third, it wasn't anymore fun, but I've been told I'm going to die today, that's okay.

God has a plan for us all, if his plan for me is to kill me now then so be it! I'm a dead man already, banished to hell for eternity. I might as well be there already, having to go through these trials and this stupid life. I hate this place! This Earth isn't the paradise god wanted, I need to get out of here and fix it. They want to kill me in ten minutes. I can't banish all demons in ten minutes, all demons must die by my hands. Punishment for what they've done to me. My demon boy, my man, my husband, left me to rot here.

He's got a point. If he told me he killed five humans I'd get the police too. It's all my fault.

Love is a curse bestowed upon man, so forever hold us accountable for what we do when it blinds us.

I must go, my time has come. And if you ever find this, my love, just know nothing's your fault. Demon or not, I'm the one to blame. I can't think of what to say, I'm sorry. It's too late for me to express how much I love you, my husband, my family. I'll miss you, I'll miss you, when I look at you as they kill me, I want you to know it's not because I hate you, I want my last breath to be wasted because of your stunning face, your body, everything about you. You are the reason I died, you're why I came to live. I love you, goodbye.

#short story #proofreading #writing #story #1k words #idk man

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Never mind the question if you don't wanna answer it but can i ask what ultimately helped you get better psychologically wise? Like a certain kind of therapy or a though process you adopted that made it easier? Elaborate as much as you like

sure, i’m quite open about this and if anyone wants to learn more about that pls feel free to ask me. :) so my therapy history is quite… extensive to say the least. in bahrain, i saw a male psychiatrist who i couldn’t even talk to myself (i was too scared) & so my mom told him my story like im a rape victim etc and he immediately prescribed me with cipralex & seroquel within the first session in one hour. despite hearing all about my trauma he simply diagnosed me with major depression or sth. anyways, i didn’t go to him again and after my mom found out i got stitches, she asked my uncle who’s a doctor and he connected us to a female psychiatrist in one of the main public hospitals in bahrain. she immediately diagnosed me with BPD & PTSD and referred me to the children’s psychiatric ward in bahrain (there’s only one in the country & it’s garbage. the criminally insane and just deeply mentally ill are both hospitalised there). the women who evaluated me also diagnosed me with the same stuff but were fixated on the BPD. at this point i must’ve been no older than 15. perhaps still 14 even but i think i was 15. one of the women who evaluated me became my therapist & i saw her for an hour per week for like a year. she would try to point things out to me and make me aware of my situation, she knew all about it and i started to open up to her more which was hard on me (before seeing her individually, my mom basically talked on my behalf to all the therapists bc i couldn’t say what happened to me out loud). i think she tried her best but our therapists are just not good at all honestly. she even would criticise my parents for how negligent they were etc. it was not any particular type of therapy besides like.. just regular talking therapy. i think her goal was to make me somewhat self-aware bc i completely lacked any self-awareness in terms of my feelings & situation etc.

after that my mom took us to the US bc there was no improvement in my situation. i was still 15 but nearing 16 at this point. at that point i was still on cipralex & seroquel, 50mg each i think. my mom basically took me to one of the big name hospitals near northern virginia and they had this very extensive evaluation where they’d ask family history etc. they said i show the symptoms of BPD but that they don’t like diagnosing kids with personality disorders so they diagnosed me with like 500 things instead. i thought it was kinda dumb but whatever. the therapy they decided i needed was CBT. i did. CBT for 6 months and they saw progress in me. the next therapy in line was some sort of trauma therapy, i’m not sure its exact name but i can describe it for u n maybe you’ll know. i never finished it tho ftr. it was basically split into three parts: life before the trauma, life after the trauma, and then the trauma itself. i only got through 2 weeks of it and barely started the life after the trauma section of the therapy. it was too much for me and i stopped going bc of it, my mom didn’t mind that bc they were ripping us off majorly (making us pay for a translator we didn’t need nor see) and she was running out of money at that point.

soon after i overdosed again & my mom found me & called the ambulance. i was taken to the emergency room, fed charcoal and they put this tube up my nose bc i threw up the charcoal etc it was a very traumatic experience honestly esp when they forcefully put some thingy up my urethra bc they needed to evaluate my pee. anyways i was taken from there to some hospital where i was placed on 42 hour suicide watch. the doctor there said i needed to be placed in a psych ward so i was put in a children’s inpatient ward more south of virginia. i was there like 2 weeks? and they basically had all kinds of therapy in there 24/7. i was considered high risk so i wasnt allowed the privacy a lot of my ward had. anyways we had a little school in there and we’d basically have art therapy, group therapy, therapy for addiction, individual therapy, psychiatric visits, PE therapy, etc. wildly enough, one night in this ward cost us less than the 1 hour sessions with the previous american hospital i got a lot of therapy from which showed just how badly they were ripping us off. they referred me to some kind of girls home where it’d be more constant therapy etc but i couldnt actually stay there bc it’s only for the citizens of virginia on paper (which i was not. we were illegal immigrants at this point). they referred me to a trauma centre and i basically went thru some sort of expressive therapy? i wasn’t given much more detail than that but we’d work with a sand box & id be given a prompt and told to try to show how i feel in the sand box using a bunch of figures to try to illustrate the situation. besides that we did expressive art therapy where i think i had to paint sth or draw sth but i don’t remember it well. we also did some sort of meditative therapy, focused on learning how to breathe bc i had a lot of panic attacks & anxiety-induced nausea etc so that was meant to help me in such cases. i remember we did sth called the i think 478. breathe in 4 seconds, hold 7 seconds, breathe out 8 seconds. do it at least 6 times and count in ur head bc it helps. it’s meant to trigger ur parasympathetic nervous system and calm down ur body. overall my time in america was a year & a half.

after that i had to go back to bahrain for a year and then i got into uni in the UK. i immediately asked to be put into therapy & was again considered high risk & high priority due to my history w suicidality & self harming behaviours. despite that, it took 3 years to even get me anywhere with that process. i was evaluated and the therapist thought i’d benefit most from DBT. i only managed to start DBT on my 4th year in the U.K., ie the end of my time there. i must’ve done like idk 4 months of DBT? maybe even less. and the program is meant to be a minimum of one year. if i recall correctly it was 3 hours per week, 2 hours group therapy & 1 hour individual therapy. it was really helpful and great but i had to leave bc my residence permit was expiring and it was a v sad moment.

i haven’t been able to get back into therapy since which has been hard but i’ve managed to control my self-harming behaviours esp after DBT. sorry this was rly long but i wasn’t sure what aspect would benefit u or not so i thought might as well go in depth

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theluxuriansecret · 10 months

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Dearest Diary 07282023

1:03 pm

Okay. It's time to start healing and truly prioritizing myself. The last 72 hours have been so fucking chaotic like the shit is not funny. The moon was in scorpio, Venus is retrograding and so many things are just happening it's getting fucking scary. It's showing me that I am not healing the way I need to, and I'm not moving on the way I say I am. I'm participating in things I told myself I wouldn't. This is the post where I lay every fucking thing on the table. Every bad feeling, ever mistake, everything in my head. A total and complete dump because I refuse to bring any of this with me into August.

Let's start from Wednesday. I clocked into work and I receive an email from my ex with the subject line "Peace ?". Bruh, I was as peaceful as I could get before you messaged me that shit. He explains to me how he doesn't like how the bridge between us burned and how in our lives, we rarely make as meaningful connections as the one we had. I explained to him that I think that the connections we make mean something for sure, and each connection is different than the next, but not every connection we make is meant to last. I just don't believe that. He told me he even spoke to his new girlfriend about contacting me and that she's as understanding of the situation as she can be. Which, I feel kinda bad for her because, if my boyfriend came to me and was telling me how he wants to reach out to his ex girlfriend to rekindle, I'd be sick to my stomach soooo fucking bad. Having a connection to him does not benefit me and I lack to see where a connection to me would be beneficial to him too. I can't stand to be his friend. I can't stand to see how it was so easy for him to move on after everything. I can say that truly I am happy to not be with him, and that I do not want to get back together. But you found someone so quickly. You found someone new before we completed a full orbit around the sun from when we ended things. Like thats insane to me. And then you drag her into your past by trying to reconnect with me, that doesn't sit right with me. Quite frankly, I don't think thats fair to her, me, or him. Our communication this last time around wasn't bad, but I don't see how consistent communication would be beneficial.

Next, we have J..... I have got to let this fucking man go . Like it is mental illness atp. So let's go back through everything. Let's break it down. I met him last September on bumble, we chatted, shit was sweet, we hooked up. THE only difference between him and everyone else is two things. The first thing being that he was the first person to make me feel something since I had ended things with my ex. Was it all in my head? yeah. unfortunately. That was not his fault, but entirely, entirely mine. So we met up a few times, he made me feel love where none was present, and then he ghosted me. Obviously fucking up my ego because I had never been ghosted before by someone I felt something with and I really took a blow. I didn't handle it well at all. Like, was truly down bad. I turned to other men, obviously that didn't help. It just made me feel worse. He then comes back and I let him back and he gives me chlamydia. Cool. Even then I still can't get over it. He is still on my mind. I still watched out videos, I still listened to him say my name and tell me to cum for him. I still looked at picture of him in my phone, I still wished for him to come back. Why? I want him to choose me, why? I have no idea. I wanted to be chose by him. He made me feel special, although those were never his intentions, thats what his actions relayed to me. That how I portrayed that, and again that's no one else's fault but mine. Anyway that leads me into what I did yesterday. I was stalking his page as I do and I saw a comment under a picture of his dog that says "my little baby" for some reason ever since I saw it's been ringing in my fucking head, and it will not go away. I accidentally like the fucking comment like a fucking moron idiot. I unliked immediately. Long story short, he went private again haha. As he should, please block me tf out because I'm losing my fucking mind over you. I ended up blocking him. Blocked all his accounts on both my accts. I need to move on because it is actually causing harm to me. Emotional cutting if you will. I need to really heal. He didn't like me, he didn't want me, he never felt that way about me, he never ever did and he never will.

Lets move on to F..... . To be honest, I have very little to say about him because I was really over him after the first time he severely disrespected me, but he made me realize how scared I was to actually be alone. Thanks for that fucking lesson my guy. He also taught me not to tolerate disrespect. Ever. Not for a second. He did something unforgivable to me and I didn't address it the second he did it. What did he do? I don't think I've put it into words here, so let me do that now. He woke me up to have sex and then when i turned around his phone was out and he tried to hide it. What he was doing on his phone was between him and god. I really wish I slapped tf out of him for that. I really wish I got up and was like nahh and left and never communicated and never saw him again after that, but no, I let it slide, I let way tooooo much slide with him. I wish when he told me at the bar that "the only reason people were speaking to me because of him" that I walked out and left him there. I literally drove us there. Would have been the ultimate pay back. I can't go back and change the past, and I won't blame myself, but I do know better now so I will not stand for it. He also taught me not to lower my standards cause if we're being for real that mfker was UGLY. No more ugly men, never ever ever ever. I rather be alone than tolerate disrespect from an ugly man. YUCK.

Moving on to my rebound. I actually feel kinda bad that he was a rebound because I wanted him before I met F..... and he's a nice guy but thats it. ALSO, also, I'm doing the same shit with him that I did with J.... . Which is truly unfortunate. Making things out to be what they aren't. Okay lets tell his story because I really was so hesitant to speak on him at all with anyone or here because then it makes it real. I don't want it to be real. Anyway, lets call this man JC. I met JC back in February when I was initially dealing with getting over J.... . I went up to him at the club and if im being completely honest, I don't know what the fuck I could've said to this man because I was so so drunk. He messaged me on instagram about seeing me, but he wasn't really making plans, so I would never see him. I made it clear that I wasn't on instagram often and that when/if he dmed me I wouldn't see it until I opened the app. Anyway, after I cut F.... of I did the sam exact thing I did with J.... and hit up a bunch of guys I knew wanted me, him included. We ended up hooking up and like he's cool. But that it. He's just a nice guy who I'm attracted to and I've occasionally hooked up. My mistake was when I started to visualize what it would be like to be with him. I don't even know him. We don't speak on a day to day. We only speak when he hits me up for convenient sex. Which, I don't complain about because I go over there every single time. Even last time when my heart was screaming no, I still said yes. Will is say yes next time? I don't know. The only difference is like the things he would say, but I'm self aware enough to know his actions do not match his words. One time we linked, he brought up that when he texted me about my scent, it's because he smelled it and thought of me. Which is sweet. And then he told me that he would think if me every thursday when he had football because they would practice really close to the school that I attend. Like... Then the very last time I saw him, in between our kisses we were talking about my scent again and I told him I wore the one I knew he liked, and he said he liked both (in regards to me wearing a different perfume) and then he said "i like you" but like obviously his actions don't reflect the actual like that I feel like he talked about. like. He doesn't go out of his way to talk to me, or to see me often, or he isn't that interested in really getting to know me outside of only wanting to know me because it makes him feel less shitty for just sleeping with me.

I think it is truly time to start rebuilding my self esteem and my self worth and working on a deeper self love because whatever I thought it was before, is not. That small little foundation I have built has crumbled and I've made myself sad again. I need to put myself first truly. I need to respect my wishes and my desires. I need to say no when I mean no. I need to value myself higher. I am worthy something whether I am poor or rich. I am worthy something whether I am the most beautiful or the most ugly. I am worthy something just because I exist. I am worthy. I deserve love and respect because I exist. And I need to start acting like that.

SOTD: I Gotta Find Peace of Mind - Live by Ms Lauryn Hill

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Sparkpulse: Arrow of Time, Part 3.

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It’s been a while since Bumblebee attended fancy gathering events, where are many guests from different backgrounds. So when he heard the Solarian Gala will be held on Earth, he knew he couldn’t miss it. Even if it gonna be during his minor illness flare, thankfully it’s not as bad this time so a cane to keep his balance should suffice.

It’s not only an excellent way to maintain and form new connections but also show off his wardrobe. His long and flowy light blue iridescent dress, decorated with the finest moon-theme embroidery and jewelry, creating a beautiful contrast with his brown skin and black as night wavy hair. The matching cane and rounded glasses finish the look.

Usually, Sari or Windblade would come with him, but neither of them felt like going this time. Rubble, on the other hand, never been to a such big event and wanted to join. Bumblebee contacted a family business he shops from for generations to buy an attire for them. There was a slight delay, so Rubble will join a bit later, feeling excited to see his friend in the new look.

“There you are!” a familiar voice calls him from the side.

“Charlie! Glad to see you here!” He smiles, both happy to see his niece from the 17th generation of the ever-expanding Witwicky family tree and to admire her look. The celestial theme this year is absolutely mind-blowing, everyone is stunning! Charlie looks light in her cloud-like dress.

“I knew I would find my Great Uncle here!” She gives Bumblebee a careful hug to not throw his shaky balance off. “You won’t believe this, I got Memo to come this year!”

“And I see he’s fashionably late, as usual.” He laughs, knowing her bestie’s love for attention and perfection. He carefully let go of her. “My friend is also being late, so that makes us two.

“Yeah, sorry about that!” Rubble’s voice drew attention. Bumblebee turns around to see a person in the detailed suit with a flowing cape full of sparkling constellations behind them. Blue shoulder-length loose hair adds to the dark blue and purple attire. Their green eyes stand out brightly.

“Ah, here’s Rubble,” Bumblebee says before freezing in place when he looked at his friend more closely. At first, he thought he must be mistaken, but the longer he looks at Rubble, the resemblance becomes apparent. The hairstyle and color are different, so does the nose, and no facial hair. But eyes are the same.

“Woah! Rubble, you look almost like my ancestor!” Charlie exclaims in surprise, seeing the resemblance as well. She pulls out her phone and finds a picture of young Spike in family archives. She holds it up to Rubble’s face. “Yep! As if you’re my many-great-grandfather’s biological sibling or kid.”

“Oh! I didn't realize!” Rubble gasps, looking at the picture. “I swear I wasn’t trying to recreate him. I just made an appearance I liked. S-shall I change it?”

“Nah, if you wanted to look like this, who are we to tell you? Besides, I don’t think he would object.” Charlie smiles.

“True, you don’t have to worry about it.” Bumblebee nods in agreement, trying to contain his bubbling emotions inside.

“Oh! Here’s Memo! Hey, Memo, we’re here!” Charlie waves to get her friend’s attention.

They hung out together for the rest of the evening. But Rubble’s human appearance wouldn’t leave Bumblebee’s mind. At first, he thought it was because he told them about Spike and it made an impression on them. But deep down, he feels something is going on.

Rubble showed a lot of similarities with Spike. It’s so subtle, but it’s there. Sometimes they would know things he never told him. They have the same ESPER as Spike, to sense incoming danger. Or their first meeting. Over time, he and other Life Wardens noticed this more and more.

As Bumblebee was digesting the thought, he saw Rubble standing on the balcony, looking at the night ocean. The moon reflects on the surface, painting a beautiful view. It’s a suitable moment to ask them directly.

“Hey, I wanna ask you something personal,” Bumblebee says gently, making sure not to alarm them.

“Sure!” Rubble smiles and nods. This is a good sign.

“Remember our first meeting? In the Detroit Spaceport?”

“Of course! I was so happy I ran into you that day!”

“Is any particular reason? I sensed underlying affection coming from you?”

“You did? Though, of course, you would.” They chuckle awkwardly, forgetting that Bumblebee has an extra sense. “But you’re right, there was a reason. A bizarre one.”

“The entire universe is strange. There is no such thing as normal!” Bumblebee grins and both mechs are giggling.

“So it began not long after my forging. One day I woke up from a dream where I was standing on the board and paddling across a lake. Then I heard ‘BAM!’ and something big and fiery fell out of the sky! I screamed and fell into the water. The next moment I was drowning! It felt so real and horrifying, then I woke up.”

Bumblebee’s eyes widen. He knows exactly what Rubble is describing, and there is no way to know this… unless.

“After this, I had a feeling that I must find someone. I didn’t know who or where, but this feeling persisted for a long time. I looked in each corner of my street, peeking my head in places with many people to catch a glimpse of them. Until I saw you on a stream, I tuned in out of boredom.”

“Which stream?”

“The stream with ‘Microbots’! Arcee singing, and Jazz sitting on the fusion of keyboard and DJ stand. Windblade rocking with guitar and Slipstream playing violin, switching between bass versions back and forth!” Rubble’s voice raises with enthusiasm. “And there was you, sitting on the back, showing everyone your mad drumming skills that only you can perform because you have four arms. Suddenly, it clicked. It was you!”

Bumblebee could feel his spark pulsing hard in his real body. But he wanted more confirmation before he’ll draw the conclusion. ”Did you have any other dreams like the first one?”

“Yeah, with you in them. In some you looked different: smaller and the alt-mode was a tiny car. Like stargazing, looking into a telescope at a very specific star in the sky. Or crying into your chest from relief because you woke up a year after the accident that horribly injured you. Or sitting with you watching the sunset and telling you I’m satisfied with things as they were. Each dream made my urge to find you grow.”

As Bumblebee was listening, tears started rolling down his cheeks, dispersing into light particles. He didn’t want to interrupt Rubble, so he held back as much as he could.

Rubble grows concerned at first, but they quickly realize why. “Modeling my human avatar after him… it wasn’t a coincidence, was it?”

Bumblebee answered with a tight hug and more tears. He knew this was possible but always had a hard time accepting that people would go as far as seeking him out again after death. They were breaking the barriers of a lifetime and going against the Well itself so they could meet again.

Just for that. Just for him.

A living proof of Windblade’s words: he makes them happy.

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Windblade wakes up after an evening nap. She stretches in dragon alt-mode, her colorful manta-like wings are spreading far. Rubble sitting under a tree in their garden making her smile. Their presence became a usual sight. After the Quake accident, Rubble never left their home. They grew into each other more until they officially became the fourth Life Warden. Just without powers, since they don’t feel confident to wield it yet.

Somehow, they felt familiar. She and Sari had an idea, but it wasn’t clear until Bumblebee told them that Rubble has Spike’s spark. It’s an incredibly rare phenomenon to happen. And it comes with some nice advantages, like retaining some knowledge, making it easier to get into a field of work again. Or if this spark had an ESPER - it will become stronger.

But how exactly does it work? No one knows. Not even Bumblebee, but he believes maybe it is a strong desire to find your loved ones in the next life before their memory gets erased.

Since Solarian Gala, Rubble was researching a lot about Spike: his life, his work, and his relationships. Curious, Windblade stands up and joins them under the tree.

“Reading about him?” Windblade asks.

“Yeah. I wanna know what kind of person I was before.” Rubble looks up to face her. They know she went through the same thing. “Did you do the same?”

“Yep. I was very curious.”

Rubble said nothing at first. Their face showed that so many things were on their mind right now. Windblade could see something was bothering them.

“Is something wrong? We can talk about it if you want.”

“I… I just don’t know.” They replied, unsure how to put their feeling into words. “I feel some kind of pressure about all this.”

“Pressure?”

“I feel like I must fill Spike’s shoes to make Bumblebee happy. But I don’t know if I can be him. Or who I am in this case. Did you feel the same?”

Windblade tilted her head to the side in confusion. “No. When I found out about my past incarnations, I never questioned my identity. There are many things make me… well, me.”

Windblade observes Rubble’s reaction. They’re listening intently, so she continues. ”While we had the same spark and same ESPER, we don’t share the same processor and experiences. Despite some similarities, our lives were different, which lead us to be different people.”

Rubble’s face lit up. Windblade smiles. “One thing I can tell you sure is that you don’t have to be Bumblebee’s deceased friend to make him happy, nor he expects it from me or you. He’s just happy to have you back. I hope you’ll solve your feelings.”

“Thank you. I needed to hear this.” They smile back. Their optics drifted back to the datapad, and a text caught their attention. “What a strange coincidence, though.”

“Mh?”

“Spike found bizarre data when his team was researching exoplanets. Usually, it’s done by using the Transit Method, when a planet passes before a parental star and its luminosity slightly dims. We can use this information to determine the size of the planet, its orbit, and even atmospheric composition.” Rubble pauses, making sure Windblade is following. “But the strange thing, when other teams went to check the information and got fresh data, one or more planets disappeared!”

“Ah, I remember. He told us about it, but our science department couldn't draw any logical conclusion, so we just assumed a computer error.”

“Yes… but the thing is, it happened again! I was tasked a few days ago to check data, and I found that three planets went missing in the planetary system 500 light years from us.”

‘That’s odd… as far as I know, NASA has better tech right now than back then. If it’s an error again…”

“That’s not all. I noticed a strange detail that appears in each case - each system had a double planet. Some cases even showed that a double planet ‘moved’ from one orbit to another. Back then, it was also marked as a computer error. Yet we got this recently.”

“Two planets sharing the same center of mass and orbiting around each other. This is even weirder. Did you tell this to other scientists?”

“Yeah, but everyone at NASA is confused. I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling about this.” Rubble sighs, looking back at the datapad with a somber look in its optics. “I hope it's nothing.”

“Me too.”

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Life Wardens were suddenly summoned to the Solarian Council. Bumblebee was surprised to get an urgent call since Starscream handles everything on that side, but this case required their presence. Several unknown motherships were found in the Asteroid Belt. Each ship transmits a signal. While it’s not like anything solarians use, it sounded like a distress call.

This could be anything, but what if people need their help? Bumblebee quickly decided to investigate himself, taking other Life Wardens with him. When they arrived, they saw those ships were heavily damaged. Bumblebee senses a lot of terror, pain, despair, and tension radiating from sparks of people on board. The waves were so intense he almost passed out and needed several minutes to adjust.

Those people clearly need help, but communication is an issue. At first, they tried talking, but nobody could understand each other. The language barrier is excepted. They came from a completely different star system. Just like Cybertronians.

“Bumblebee, is anything you can do? It was you who established the contact with humans back then.” Windblade asks.

His antennae move back and forth. “I need to be close to get into their Collective Unconscious.”

They moved as close as they could, but Bumblebee still struggles. It’s difficult to establish the first contact with a different alien race. Back then, he was right next to Spike to be able to jump into it.

“Alright, I will float next to the cockpit and see if I can get in,” Bumblebee said as he heads to the airlock, coating himself in his energy protection.

“Selene, Wait! You can’t just exit into an open space, you are not in a tram! The regulations!” One of the human crew calls out in concern.

Bumblebee just closes the door behind him and activates the airlock. In a minute, the external door opened, and he was visible in the window, casually floating towards the unknown mothership. The crew member was standing with mouth open for a second before Sari’s laughs broke them out of their stupor.

It didn’t take long for Bumblebee to reach the nearby mothership. He floats to the cockpit and sees orca-like people inside, staring back at him in surprise. He presses himself against the glass to see them better.

These people look slightly bigger and a lot rounder than humans. They have long whale tails, while legs look a lot shorter in proportions. These people are built for an aquatic lifestyle, only occasionally walking on land.

The dragon focuses again, and this time their Collective Unconscious is within his reach. His antennae shine brightly as he dives into it.

Bumblebee is surrounded by unfamiliar sparks, their chatter fills the space. His look has changed as grew bigger and monstrous. His horns are branching out far from his three heads, and his insect wings grow through his long serpentine body. Just like how Windblade perceives him in his mindscape and dreams.

He adjusts himself for a minute before he begins. He’s looking for any language they know. So many sparks produce sounds he never heard cybertronians or humans make, and even distinct from each other, showing they have several languages.

Just like he did with humans, he trims the range. He needs a language that people in the cockpit speak. The chatter gets quieter and more focused. He sees a silhouette of them, and his mind rings the first word: Tlalakan, their species' name. From this point, he rapidly learns more and more words.

As Bumblebee goes on, he learned they are from the star system located 500 light years away from them. Their homeworld, Tlalak, is a big aquatic planet with vast oceans and lush tropical lands. They seem to have similar technological advances as solarians.

“What happened?” he asks into Collective Unconscious.

Screams and cries of terror surround him, showing the collective trauma that each surviving tlalakan went through. An image form. Everyone is running towards the ships as the structures above are breaking and flying up. Something is absorbing the city.

A black hole? No, that’s unlikely. Everyone would notice it fast since it would start messing up with the orbits of the planetary system.

No one expected this, and they had to evacuate in a hurry.

“What did this?” he asks again.

This time something colossal forms above him. Something huge, a planet-size! A planet absorbing another planet? No, the planet is alive! Bumblebee easily recognizes a Planet Titan.

Sparks changing their name: Unicron.

The revelation shook him to the core. Why would a Planet Titan do this?! Why so much death and destruction?! This is so wrong and goes against their nature!

Bumblebee gets overwhelmed with his own feelings and he loses concentration. The next second he woke up in terror, still floating near the mothership’s cockpit. He stares at them in shock, while they stare back with confusion and concern. He gathers himself as much as he can and opens communication.

“Hello? Can you understand me?” he says as clearly as he can manage. Their language poses a lot of phonetic challenges. Some sounds he can’t produce, and now he understands how humans must have felt when they were learning cybertronian language. Though humans also proved it’s possible to get around phonetic barriers, creating their own dialects.

“Yes!” a tlalakan with a swirly golden headdress answered. “Wait how, did you just learn one of our languages?! Your accent is cute.”

He smiles. “Yes, I did. Your Collective Unconscious has a lot of information. I saw what happened…” he trails off saddened, still in disbelief that a Planet Titan did something horrific like this. Yes, Primus was neglectful and irresponsible, but this is a whole new level! “We heard your distress signal and came to help!”

“Thank stars! We thought so as you look very friend-shaped, but it’s good to have a confirmation from you. Many of us are injured, and we won’t last long with the resources we have. This giant bastard attacked without warning and we didn't have time to prepare!” she explains.

“I see,” Bumblebee says as he estimates how many people are on those ships. Several million, many calculations and plans are required. But it’s doable, especially since solarians are expanding towards Jupiter and Saturn. Frozen moons have a warm ocean beneath with a lot of life and tlalakans have a high chance to adapt there as well. They can use this to their advantage.

“Sorry, we barged into your system. We were running blindly without a plan, just to get away from this monster as fast as possible. I promise we won’t drag you down.”

“I understand. I know what it’s like. We’ll figure this out, I’m sure of it!” Bumblebee smiles reassuringly. “We’re stronger together than apart.”

“Thank you so much! We won’t forget your kindness,” she says with tears in her eyes.

“I’m Selene, the Senior Life Warden.” Bumblebee introduced himself, using his official name. “Nice to meet you.”

“My name is Alana, the captain of this mothership and a member of the Tlalak High Council. Nice to meet you too. How about you’ll go inside?”

“Yeah, that would be great!” Bumblebee smiles.

------

Thanks to amazing planning and resource management, solarians pulled tlalakans out humanitarian of crisis in a short time frame. While they were slowly recovering and becoming part of the Solarian Community, there are other matters to focus on. Bumblebee wants to know more about Unicron.

He gathers as much information as he could from witnesses and astronomical observations. Unicron is a Planet Titan, who for an unknown reason, didn’t settle by a star to start life, but instead wander around the galaxy devouring planets.

The worst part is, according to observations, he’s heading in their direction. It’s a matter of time until this monster will come here and destroy everything he holds dear. This makes him feel sick, furious, and terrified. He cannot lose another home, he can’t go through this again.

The Eldritch Dragon is ready to fight, but it will be foolish to challenge Unicron without preparing himself. He must find more information. He must figure out how to destroy him. He absolutely must –

“Bee?” Windblade pulls Bumblebee out of a negative spiral. “How are you?”

“Disheartened and terrified.” Bumblebee sighs as he lays down on the bed, shedding silent tears. “I don’t want to lose everything.”

Windblade walks over and sits by his side, gently caressing his forehead. “It won’t happen. You aren’t alone. Right now plans are developing to make an escape possible in case of defeat. But we won’t give up without a fight.”

Bumblebee looks at her. “How I am supposed to beat something as big as Unicron?! Even with my powers, my body puts a huge limitation, and even if we three combine the output, it won’t be enough! What if you die from overcharge? What if my body fails at the important moment again??”

Windblade picks him up and holds him tight, though she doesn’t know what to say to make him feel better. His concerns are genuine.

It’s not even about the power itself, but the strain a mortal body can take before it breaks. Bumblebee’s chronic illness is a direct effect of it. His chest hurts often, especially during flares, and he loses consciousness a lot. And sometimes he can’t walk without the cane.

While symbiotic plant helps to mitigate some symptoms, he doesn't know what will happen if he’ll go maximum power. All those things affect the outcome of the battle, and he can’t predict it.

“We’re still gonna be with you to back you up, no matter what happens,” Windblade says in a soft, reassuring tone. She’s scared too, but she has faith in him and everyone else.

“I… yeah, you’ll have my back.” He sighs with relief from realization. His minds slow down. This time will be different. “Still, not sure how to tackle this.”

“Unicron is a Planet Titan, right? Maybe you could ask our Titans about it?” Windblade suggests.

“Mars and Venus are very young. But Terra, she might know something!”

Windblade smiles widely, seeing as she brought his spirit up.

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“It’s been a while, little one.“ Terra's soft voice echoes through the Collective Unconscious. “There is trouble on the horizon, isn’t it? I can feel everyone’s anxiety on the surface.”

“A Planet Titan is coming here that devoured who-knows-how-many planets on his way,” Bumblebee says sorrowfully, still reeling from this.

“What a horrible thing! That’s not what we are supposed to do!” Terra shares the same feeling.

“Do you know anything about it? Maybe you've seen or heard something? I desperately need information!” he pleas, sounding more desperate with each sentence.

“I remember long ago, when I was only traveling from my nebula cloud with original Mars and Venus, there was a ruckus in the Cosmic Collective.”

“Cosmic Collective?”

“Yes, a Collective Unconscious connecting every Eldritch Being in the Universe, big and small. You would be part of it too, but something separated you from us. It’s very lonely out there, though you, unlike us, are living a completely different life that we can’t imagine.”

“Ah… I see.” That’s an unexpected and interesting thought to digest, but this has to wait. ”So, what the ruckus was about?”

“There was an angry Titan who was afraid to die. He believed he shouldn’t potentially throw his life away for the sake of lesser beings. It was a massive verbal fight, but Titan wasn’t swayed. Eventually, he said he will show the Universe the truth of life and cut himself from the Collective.”

“This is messed up! He could just refuse to become a planet and do something else. Why destroy entire planets?!” Bumblebee yells, his spark burning with insane anger. “That has to be him. If he appears at my doorstep, I will tear him to pieces!”

“Your anger is strong, just like his. Yet you channel it for creation and protection instead of destruction. If anyone can beat him, it would be you.”

“Unicron is a lot bigger than me, so direct assault is not an option.”

“You’re scared, but you need to take a step back and look around. Everything in the Universe operated by the same laws that were created during Big Bang. Nature already holds an answer.”

Bumblebee exhales and collects himself. Terra is right, it’s not the first time he found a solution by just observing his surroundings.

He nods. “Thank you for the reminder. I won’t let anyone down.”

“I know. Just remember, you’re not alone. Let everyone help you.”

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Bumblebee is snuggling into the cuddle pile in the pillow mound. Windblade and Sari are asleep, hugging him from behind. While Rubble is playing with the energy, he’s shared with them.

When Life Waders were discussing their plans and Rubble expressed their desire to help. Bumblebee was reluctant. This mission is incredibly dangerous, but they were dead serious. To make sure Rubble’s safety, Bumblebee shared his power with them, as he shares with Sari and Windblade.

Rubble is grasping basics fast and already can create a shield to protect themself, which put his spark at ease.

“Bee?” Rubble calls for him. “I have a strange question.”

“Sure.” He nods.

“Do you want me to be more like Spike? I figured I should like to ask you this directly.”

“What?” This question caught Bumblebee off guard. His mind was so occupied with the Unicron threat that he forgot that Rubble carries Spike’s spark. “That’s a good question, if I’m being honest. I don’t know.”

They stay in silence for a bit until Bumblebee continued. “His death devastated me, but I accepted he’s gone. Now, I’m okay with it, even if sometimes I get moments when I really miss him and burst into tears. But I also knew he might come back. He promised to find me.”

Bumblebee looks into Rubble’s green and blue optics. ”And he did. You’re here! But this is your life now. As much as I would like Spike back, you are your own person. You have a lot of similarities with Spike because of memories, but you are also very different. I don’t want to force you to get rid of your own identity for my happiness.”

“Bumblebee…” Rubble didn’t know what to say, touched by his words deeply. They extinguished the ball of light in their hands and snuggle closer to the dragon’s chest. “I see. Okay, then I’ll figure this out after all this is over. You should rest too.”

“Alright.” He chuckles softly, allowing himself to sink into the warmth of his family.

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Once Unicron’s presence was detected in the Kuiper Belt, the plan to stop him was set in motion. Countless battleships warped into location, keeping a good distance away from the planet eater.

Life Wardens are piloting a small ship, flying closer to the monster. If what Terra said was right, Unicron will more than happy to fight them before moving into Solar System.

“So there he is,” Sari says, observing an orange-colored creature in the distance. “Is he trying to pretend to be a planet? Sure, he curled into a ball, but not spherical enough.”

“I’m afraid this is part of his scheme.” Rubble says. “Because planets are so small and dull compared to stars, it would require a telescope with an astronomically large mirror to get a full resolution picture. That’s why we use indirect tools like transit methods, spectroscopy, and math to study them. “

“Unicron disguises himself, knowing most civilization won’t be able to actually see him until it’s too late,” Windblade adds, understanding where Rubble is going with it. “He’s making sure people won’t have time to escape.”

This makes Bumblebee’s spark boil. He thought he has seen all kinds of evil in life, but this variation takes the cake. He feels a hand on his shoulder and looks to the right to see Windblade with a concerned expression.

“Hold on just a little longer.” She says calmly while caressing his shoulder.

Bumblebee was about to ask what’s she was talking about before he noticed his body was trembling and his hands gripping on controls so hard it was crackling. He feels two more hands on the other side. He takes a deep breath to cool himself and focuses on the mission.

“You’re right.” He nods. Better hold on to this anger, so he can unleash it on Unicron in full force. “I can’t stop thinking about how lucky we got. If any of the circumstances were slightly different…”

Suddenly, a motion was detected coming from the planet eater. He slowly uncurls, revealing his serpentine body with countless limbs. His head has a set of long horns. His multiple green eyes stared right at the small ship approaching him.

“This is new.” His booming voice comes through all radio channels and commlinks. “I suppose those little fishes ruined my little surprise. What a shame. But on the bright side, a little variety before dinner would be great.”

“That was bound to happen, eventually.” Bumblebee's voice sounds low and terrifying. There is no compassion or mercy in it, only execution.” I’ll make you regret everything.”

“Bold words for a tiny creature,” Unicron smirks. “It’s very brave to stand up against me, but I devoured countless civilizations! There is absolutely nothing you can do! Just give up right, and maybe I’ll let some of you live.”

Bumblebee laughs maniacally, sounding even more terrifying. The display was enough to put many people on edge, including the monster himself. A reminder that the Eldritch Dragon not only brings life but also death. “You made a huge mistake coming here.”

“Time beat this shrimp!” Sari exclaims as Bumblebee began accelerating, directing the ship right at Unicron.

“Is the black box transmitting?” Windblade asks as she does last preparations.

“Yes, all battleships are getting data right now.” Rubble confirms. “I hope this will be enough to keep them safely out of Unicron's gravity grip and not be eaten.”

The planet eater opened his maw, pulling the ship inside.

“Okay, everyone get up. We’re going in!” Bumblebee stands up, followed by Windblade, Rubble with Sari on their shoulder. They gathered in the middle of the ship and embraced each other tightly. The Eldritch Dragon uses his vines to keep the group secure, then all four activated the shield, creating a bubble with four layers of protection.

When the ship got sucked inside, the gravitational forces shook it and pull it apart. Bumblebee tightens his grip, making sure everyone is close to him. The nose, wings, and tail were torn away, but after several minutes, the shaking stopped.

“Huh, that it?” Sari looks around unimpressed, as they keep going deeper into the tunnel. “We still have a big chunk of the ship intact. And this tunnel is full of holes. Isn’t this supposed to be a digestive system?”

“Planet Titans don’t have one. They aren’t built to consume food, because solar energy combined with enormous spark energy is enough to sustain them.” Bumblebee says.

“So he had to create it from scratch. I say he did a crappy job.” Sari grins, never missing a chance to roast her enemies, earning a laugh from everyone.

“I’m not surprised, he heavily relies on tidal forced to grind anything for him. Still, he has to have a stomach full of acid. I think we should use those holes to escape.” Bumblebee says and retracts some vines that were holding them to the ship’s floor and the group jumps through the ship’s torn rear. Two dragons transformed in midair, Windblade carrying Rubble, and Bumblebee carrying Sari. They fly through the holes into the main body and land in the open area.

“Alright, we’re safe for now,” Bumblebee says. It’s eerily quiet inside Unicron, safe for occasional metal sounds in the distance. “Are you ready for the next stage?”

“Yes, we got you covered,” Windblade says. Sari and Rubble nod.

Bumblebee moves in front of them and stands still. He focuses deeply on his spark and taking control of the symbiotic plant. His body is full of limits, making it impossible to create the maximum energy output. But he figured out how to get around this.

The chest opens, and claw-shaped vines sprout out of it, holding his spark in its clawed hand. His body goes limp, but still alive, as his spark is still attached to him. Now the spark is outside, and it’s not limited anymore.

Bumblebee’s spark shines brightly like never before. In the next second, more vines sprouted out of “claw”, growing fast and strong until they cover him entirely like a protective shell.

“Brace yourselves. Unicron might send forces to stop me.” Bumblebee’s voice echoes. Windblade pulls her sword out of subspace and charges it up. Rubble transforms into jerboroo, and lets Sari climb onto their shoulder with technobow ready.

Next second countless vines sprout from the shell, going in all directions. As they further, they grow in size and sprout even more vines. The wave is going slowly at first, but as it grows, it drastically speeds up. More and more plants pop out, taking over everything in sight. Bumblebee digs deeper into the monster, consuming him and using this material to grow more jungle, and makes his way into the spark chamber.

Unicron roars from horrible pains as the merciless Bumblebee rips through his body. His systems send drones to eliminate the thread, only to be consumed as well. The hunter becomes the prey. Bumblebee is eating Unicron from the inside.

The monster will not give up, sending even more drones, throwing all his resources to stop this. Some drones got through, but this is where Bumblebee’s family takes the stand. Windblade cuts precisely with her sword, occasionally transforming into a dragon and throwing her enemies around like nothing. Sari and Rubble work together, the jerboroo using their agility, providing the perfect angle for Sari to oneshot their enemies. At the same time, battleships circle Unicron, taunting and dividing his attention.

Bumblebee goes deeper and encounters what he never expected to find - survivors!

There are several groups of tlalakans with other alien races fighting together against drones assaulting them. At first, they were terrified of seeing an all-consuming jungle appearing out of nowhere. After Bumblebee got rid of the drones, he bites through the last layer of protection and gets inside Unicron’s spark chamber.

Bumblebee’s jungle circles around the titanic spark like a hungry predator. For the first time, the Unicron feels fear for his life.

“Wait, listen, you’re just like me! We can rule the universe together!” Unicron tries to save his pathetic life. “Admit it, you take pleasure in fighting!”

“Oh yes, I absolutely do.” Bumblebee purrs with satisfaction, feeling thrilled. “But life is more than just a constant battle. You sealed your fate the very moment you destroyed your first planet.”

“And why is that?! I’m a powerful titan, no one could stop me!”

“As a Planet Titan, you of all people should know. No matter how big and powerful you are, there is always will be someone more cunning and stronger to hunt you down.” With those words, Bumblebee’s vines dig into the spark chamber and start pulling it into pieces.

Unicron screams in pain, curling and clawing at his chest. His last moment was filled with absolute hell as Bumblebee ripped his spark chamber apart. The titanic spark loses its grip and in the next second, it departed into the Well.

Everything went silent.

------

Bumblebee wakes up in a hospital room from a long dreamless sleep. He sees trees outside of the window as rays of the setting sun are piercing through blowing leaves. All this is still here. His home is safe, his people are alive and well. They won. His head is fuzzy, but slowly he remembers what happened after he destroyed Unicron’s spark chamber.

The first thing he did was to find more survivors. The vines scouted everything inside the dead titan, finding even more people of several races near their escape pods. Together, Life Wardens channeled his energy to open portals and help survivors to evacuate.

Despite how much he tried to prevent damage to his own body, the energy still overwhelmed his systems, though not as bad as it would be if his spark was inside. Windblade and Rubble carefully untangled him from the cocoon of vines as Sari was inspecting his injuries. Several energon lines busted, and some internal components were damaged, but nothing too bad to destroy this body.

This is why he’s in the hospital. While his energy and nanites can repair him, proper medical care speeds up the recovery. So he spends most of the time sleeping.

Bumblebee looks around. The room is filled with flowers, and plushes, and wishes to get better soon from people, making him feel warm inside.

The door opens and Rubble comes in with snacks.

“Hey, you awake!” they smile widely, sitting by his bed. ”How are feeling?”

“Like my head is stuffed with foam.” Bumblebee chuckles. “Slowly coming to my senses. How is everything going after we dealt with Unicron?”

“It’s been a week and everyone is still celebrating! There were a lot of debates about what to do with the body of the monster. We figured you might want the material it stores, so we asked to leave it as it is. Good thing we stopped him at Kuiper Belt, so we don’t have to move him.”

“Hmm, yeah, I’ll put his corpse to a good use.” He shakes his head with a soft chuckle. “Such irony, wanting to kill everyone in this galaxy, only to be killed and used as material for a new life.”

“But first you gonna rest a lot!” Rubble making this clear they won’t let him overwork himself.

“Fair.”

“By the way, I was thinking about it a lot after everything was over. I figured Spike is part of me, but I’m not part of him. So I’ll keep on being Rubble from now on.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Bumblebee smiles and opens his arms. Rubble leans over to give him a gentle hug.

The door opens again, and Windblade and Sari come in with more snacks.

#sparkpulse au #sparkpulse spoilers #my fanfics

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