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lees-chaotic-brain · 7 months

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For You (Gojo x Reader)

What if you were sealed instead of Gojo?

CW: Shibuya Incident spoilers, angst, not canonically accurate (just roll with it for the plot it doesn't have to make complete sense), swearing, so much angst

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Gojo knew that you were strong. He wouldn't have fallen in love with you out of fear if he didn't trust completely in your ability to return to him.

But that was before.

Before the shell of someone the two of you once knew and loved appeared.

Before he allowed himself to be distracted for a split second.

Before you noticed what was happening and shoved him out of the way.

Before you stood in front of him, hands bound behind your back, body rendered immobile.

"Well, this is an interesting development."

Not-Suguru clapped his hands together.

"Oh well, this will do too. Actually, we just managed to nab the strongest's only weakness: his love."

"Who are you?"

You snarl, glaring at your former friend.

"Why, I'm Geto Suguru. Don't you remember me? I'm wounded."

"Bull. Shit."

All Gojo can do is stare blankly at you, and pray that this isn't happening. That one of his worst nightmares isn't playing out in front of him.

"I know damn well that Suguru would never go out of his way to hurt us. He may have hated non-sorcerers, but even at the end he held no hostility towards us. So I'll ask you again. Who are you?"

"Satoru."

Gojo jumped a little, but quickly smoothed his expression over as you used one of your techniques to communicate telepathically with him.

"You need to run."

No! He wanted to scream. There has to be another option.

You continue taunting and yelling at the creature inhabiting your friend's body, and Gojo realizes that you are desperately stalling for time.

"Listen, I know you don't want to. But right now, you can't do anything for me without putting yourself in serious danger. I'm expendable."

Not to him, you aren't. For you, he would tear apart the world with his bare hands. For you, there wasn't a risk he wouldn't take. He has to find a way out of this. For you. Because there was no world where you were fucking expendable to him.

"You need to run! Now! I don't know how much time you have, but I know you can make it outside. You are the strongest after all. Run. Regroup with the others."

He knows that what you are saying makes logical sense, but he still can't wrap his mind around it.

Then you spoke again.

"No one should be allowed to take youth away from young people. That's what we agreed, right? So go. Do it for our kids. Protect their youth. For them. For our dream. For me."

Quietly, oh so quietly, he says something.

"I'm scared."

He admits, so quiet you can scarcely hear him.

"I'm not."

Your tone is gentle and loving.

"You aren't abandoning me forever. This is only temporary. I know that no matter what happens, you will get me out of here. Not because you're the strongest or anything. Because you love me, and I love you. And nothing can keep us apart, 'kay?"

Moving as much as your restraints would allow you, you turn your head the tiniest bit so you can look at him.

"Go. Go save our kids. I believe in you. I'll see you soon my love."

Holding back tears, Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive did the unthinkable.

Turning away from you and speeding up and out of the train station was the hardest thing he ever did, and will ever do.

But he did it.

For your many (unofficially) adopted children.

For your shared dream.

For you.

Always for you.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

This physically pained me to write, but it was taking up WAY too much of my brain space lol. Let me know what you think, and feel free to send in any requests you have!

#angst so much angst i cant #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru x reader angst #jjk x reader #jjk x reader angst #jjk fanfic #shibuya incident #gojo adopted all of those kids i dont care WHAT you have to say about it #im so sleep deprived #lee's brain writes

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uglypastels · 1 month

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Corroded Coffin, Corrosion (1988)

Corrosion is the debut release of heavy rock band Corroded Coffin. Taking influence from Black Sabbath, Metallica and Judas Priest, this up-and-coming act throws heavy punches with their instrumental skills.

"We write of what we know," explained band lead guitarist, Eddie Munson, "and what we know is that the world is fucked, unjust and terrible to anyone that doesn't fit the narrow mould that society's created. We grew up in a place that would have rather seen us dead than achieve anything."

With tracks like "Don't Panic", "Delight in Me" and "Circus of the Damned", the band expresses their critique in a not-at-all subtle manner on the ideals and expectations of upper-class suburbia. Their lyrics cut deep into the trauma of being unwanted in your own community and what seems to be a national prosecution of social outsiders.

"Freaks," Munson clarified, "that's what they call you, and once that label sticks, you're stuck with it for life. At first, you don't take it personally; try to wear it with pride, but that shit just slowly eats away at you from the inside. You just have to live your life everyday knowing everyone around you is waiting for you to become the monster they already think you are."

The record, however, showcases both sides of the coin, along with the struggles, and there are plenty of references to what brought the band members together as a group. It is the problem as well as the solution. The songs hit you with the deep, unnerving truth but give you the getaway to escape from it right after.

"For us it was games. Video games as well as tabletop. People called us satanists because we played games with dice instead of balls. Make that make sense."

The album is as tragic as it is energetic and lively. Although the band members have yet to perfect their sound, they know what they are doing and possess the potential to gain a seat amongst the artists that inspired them in the first place—and this status might come sooner than we think.

Their single, "Silverlined Black Cat" has topped the Rock charts since its release at the beginning of this year, with the entirety of the album following it's lead just as well. The band announced their debut nation-wide tour dates earlier this month and all shows are already being close to sold out, with additional dates being added to the schedule any time now.

With the undeniable critical and commercial success, it is easy to say, that '88 will be, without a doubt, Corroded Coffin's year.

- the Corroded Coffin Archive (Source: The Rolling Stone)

#corroded coffin #eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson edit #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #im so sleep deprived #so have no way of thinking if any of this is actually good or not #uhm yeah #either way i do have like 3 more albums in my wips #at the least #so if this is something anyone would like to see... just let me know #Corroded Coffin Archive

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phishferno · 1 year

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some style experimentation, trying to have more confidence with my strokes so this ones more cellshaded and bold

also featuring a scar my mutual posted of one time that i havent stopped thinking about since

i love it so...

#httyd #how to train your dragon #httyd fanart #hiccup haddock #hiccup haddock fanart #hiccup fanart #this hiccup is like 17 #probably #idk hes emo tho #hes just a guy #just a guy fr #im so sleep deprived

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lucy-the-demon · 7 months

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my sleep deprived ass is laughing so hard rn

I should go to bed

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley memes #sdv shane #shane stardew valley #stardew valley shitpost #stardew shane #im so sleep deprived #im not laughing at him #i swear #i think its fun #im probably not gonna find it so funny in the morning #we shall see

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kiwioala · 8 months

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something about arin/luzu returning while etoiles has been fighting the code on and off for the past month..

like the messages luzu sent tonight happening only a few days before etoiles final, big fight with the code cannot be a coincidence

this one says “there is a hidden danger”

and this one says “there will have to be a final sacrifice.”

is the final sacrifice gonna be etoiles?? LIKE?? there’s no way this is a coincidence is there? etoiles is almost positive he’ll lose, he’s the only one (that we know of) that truly knows how strong the code is and he STILL thinks that despite his best efforts, he will lose.

and now arin/luzu is talking about a “final sacrifice” and a “hidden danger” right before this big code fight so does that make him the sacrifice? he’s done the calculations and if this code he’s gonna meet is any stronger than the last he swears up and down he’s done for unless he’s able to use dark metal armor meaning he might die meaning he might be a sacrifice?

or it could have something to do with max and his weird code parasite infection thing but i think these threes lore will all tie in together somehow

#qsmp #qsmpblr #liveblogging #qsmp etoiles #qsmp arin #qsmp luzu #ITS TOO LATE FOR BIG LORE RN MY BRAIN #IM SO SLEEP DEPRIVED #BUT ETOILES LORE AND AND ARIN LORE AND #THESE TWO HAVE SOME KF MY FAV LORE BC THEYRE THE ONLY ONES THAT RLLY GO IN DEPTH INTO THE CODE #PLEASE I NEED ANSWERS #or maybe it’s max??? bro ifs too damn late for me to be thinking this hard

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idkanametoputhere · 2 years

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the ramshackle ghost

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

tw: death(obviously, it's a ghost), implied suicide, major character death, people pretending they don't know ab a certain event (not really a tw but using both yuu and preftect) DIDNT PROOFREAD THIS

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there are many ghosts that live in the ramshackle dorm, but none of them ever stood out

none except this one

a ghost that has confused many students attending NRC. their youthful expression and school uniform makes them seem like they were once attending this school. they are always roaming the halls, not interacting with students but just floating around

now, there are two very weird things about this ghost.

the first one is how they're treated by staff members. while the staff seems to ignore them, many people have heard them address the ghost by a name or title. "prefect" and "yuu" seemed to be the names they listened to

not only that, but staff members seemed almost sad, or guilty when seeing them. it wasn't that easy to miss trein's sighs whenever he spotted them, or how crewel would scold them like he did with the other students but never call them a "bad pup", or how sam let them get staff for free and pretending to not know it when students confronted him about them

but the weirdest staff members case had to be the headmage's. the ghost was often seen lurking outside his office, but not going in. whenever the two would interact with eachother and aura of awkwardness and tension would be filling the room. and is someone dared to complemt crowley while next to the ghost, they'd be quick to shut down the praise and then float away

the second thing making this particular ghost so interesting was the questions they'd ask

it wasn't anything that would be considered inappropriate or threatening, no no no, it was just weird

every now and then the ghost would approach the students and ask them one of two kinds of questions

they'd either ask about the hall of mirrors, asking if a new mirror had been added, or if they were feeling more down than usual they'd ask "has he found a way home", leaving sadly and quietly when they received a negative response

the second kind of question was simple, they'd ask about a few certain people that all happened to attend NRC at the same time. from royals, to celebrities, to people no one had even heard of, the ghost would ask if they were doing well. if the person they were asking about happened to be well-known, the students would reply, making the ghost thank them and float away with a bright smile

but the weird thing was, the people they asked about seemed to not know them. a notable example would be the one of the actor. when he was asked in an interview about a rumor that a ghost from NRC knew him personally his smile dropped for a quick second. then he regained his composure, saying "there were ghosts at one dorm, but none had interacted with me that much"

so no one really knew anything about them, why? because they people who knew the ghost when it was just yuu were scared. scared of what they had done in the past. scared to admit that they were the reason why the prefect did what they did to themselves. scared that the guilt and the shadows of the past would haunt them. scared that regrets will fill their heads, cause they never helped the one who helped everyone else

all that cause no one found a way for the magicless prefect to go back home. and now they can't go home even after death

okay damn, first thing I've written and posted since late 2020, damnnn

#phantom's writing #im so sleep deprived #pure angst #twst #twst disney #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst yuu #twst prefect #disney twst #twst angst #twst fic #i swear im okay #i just love angst #they dead #twst ramshackle #twst staff #twst au #im ded

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sillyboycam · 4 months

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missin homestuck right now, might as well bundle up in bed and read my books again with vodka mutini in my arm

Wish me well (please)

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goingtoparisagain · 2 months

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i think the fangirl days are coming to a close..

U THOUGHTTTTTT🫵🤣🤣🤣😅😅😂😂😂😂MOTHERFUCKER I WILL NEVER STOP. SPENCER REID GET ON TOP OF ME RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

#LOLLLLL #im so sleep deprived #this isnt even funny #the ringing in my ears is so loud #anyways i love the 1975 #criminal minds #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #mgg

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shrublee · 1 year

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doodling some doodles or something idk im tired

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pyxilz · 10 months

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I forgot it’s possible to post here. So here’s Yoongi’s hand :)

#yoongi #yoongi art #bts fanart #im so sleep deprived #suga #suga fanart #yoongis hand #agust d #agust d haegeum #art #digital art #procreate #illustration

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ftm-megamind · 10 months

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i think that david is a kisses kind of person and jack is a nuzzles kind of person. example. david gives jack a kiss on the cheek. jack nuzzles his nose against david's cheek. yeah.?

#this isn't saying that jack doesn't like kissing or david doesn't like nuzzling #just like #overall perference i guess or vibe?#newsies #92sies #newsies 1992 #jack kelly #david jacobs #javid #javey #im so sleep deprived

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princessg3rard · 3 months

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forever grateful that wearing trans friendly boxers is so normalised in cis girl here !! I can just,,, own boxers and wear them around like pants like that’s so— yea I fuckin love it here <3

#true gender euphoria #israeli culture #I love normalised gender fuckery sm #also these boxers are pretty and comfy 10/10 #im so sleep deprived #genderfluid #transmasc #maybe?#idk gender has been weird lately #stealth

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someonetookmygender · 1 year

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Aliens and Human Relationship HCs Part 5

Alright, let's get this party started, you know the drill and proper first post of 2023, three months late :D

Romanitc

some aliens have very good manners and are very charming and drink their respect juice which make them top candidates for love

problem is there are others who have similar traits and misuse these traits for personal gain

another thing is some qualities must be desirable on some planets but not on others

but now that got me thinking what if some alien out there is all alone and has significant other because they possess qualities which are not valued in their home society

so they leave and maybe meet a human? maybe meet an alien? maybe meet both and fall in love with both? take this as you wish

whatever the outcome of falling in love is, humans will show support in any kind of way they know how or in their own unique way.

introverts of all races make small gestures or slow down or even just listen to their significant other and enjoy doing that

extroverts of all races make big gestures and take care of their s.o in whatever situation

it's a black cat and golden retriever situation but not for all cases.

just polar opposite dynamic are <3

Friendships

Friendships really have all sorts of directions and that is why i wish i had friends lmao

really polar opposites make great friends but you know what else makes really good friends?

your mum okay, no, but really the friends that treat you amazingly no matter what and respect you? Those guys are great and latch onto them like a facehugger because they are precious.

Just I feel like friendships between aliens and humans definitely are all sorts of strangeness.

You have the opposites attract, the introverts, the extroverts and so on

Some alien species may have a culture that centres more around solitude and the individual rather than other cultures that are very communal resulting in way different friend groups formed

Does anyone remember the times where you just approached people and became friends with them like at the playground. Very old nostalgia I know but still remember that?

That feeling is great but also it would probably happen

Very sorry for short amount of post but i am dying of sleep deprivation

#aliens being aleins #humans and aliens #human alien relations #im so sleep deprived #please #i cant do this anymore #sorry for the short post #humans are space orcs

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cayenneexe · 6 months

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Little Red Corvette (Ft. The Beatles) Part One

Benjamin O’Brien lives in Brighton Falls, California, trying to escape the trauma from a protest that caused him to lose his voice.

When an old friend visits and signs him up for a street race for his 18th birthday, he buys a beautiful Chevrolet Corvette unaware that under all its pain lies a stubborn but gentle Autobot from outer space with no memory and shared love for 80’s music.

Reverse Roles of AU of Bee and Charlie meeting and giving each other their named through the magic of music and insect posters.

(And yes, Bee is a fan of the Beatles bc I said so)

Next (Coming Soon)

Ao3 Sneak Peek and Link Below

Benjamin O’Brien has a normal life, or at least tries to.

Every morning he wakes up, eats his breakfast, takes painkillers for his damaged vocal cords, goes to community college for his auto shop classes, and goes to work at the beach boardwalk. It gets boring after a few months doing the same thing over and over again but it’s not the worst. He’s finally getting a proper education and now lives near the beaches of California, something younger Ben could only dream of doing.

It’s not the racing life but better than dying on the frontlines.

Tomorrow is his birthday and Ben wanted to treat himself. Days and weeks of a domestic life, he deserved for a bit of an adventure. A while back, he saw posters for a movie marathon at the local drive-in and Ben is a sucker for 80’s movies (His copy of the Breakfast Club is worn out from his 50th rewatch). He would go but the poor guy doesn’t have a car except a yellow Volkswagen Beetle that doesn’t even work. Who in their right mind goes to drive in without a car? Only the insane in his opinion.

Not too far from his host home is the local junkyard. Ben sometimes works there for extra cash or when he just wants to get his hands dirty working on cars again. For the past few days, he has been getting parts to repair the Beetle, using half of his wages to buy the parts he needed but so far his work has been in vain. Maybe on the day before his birthday, he’ll get some luck.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

His head buried under pillows and blankets, the tired 17-year-old slams his fist onto his alarm clock, silently cursing in annoyance at the dreaded box yet forces himself to sit up, blinking his blurry vision to adjust to the sunlight. Hoping to wake himself up, Ben leans over to his bedside table, puts on his black bluetooth headphones and presses play on his phone.

“Desmond has a barrow in the marketplace, Molly is the singer in a band. Desmond says to Molly, “Girl, I like your face” and Molly says this as she takes him by the hand Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on! Ob-la-di, ob-la-da! Life goes on, brah! La-la, how their life goes on!”

Ben mouths the upbeat lyrics as he changes out of his pajamas, slipping on a white tank top and slightly-used navy jeans from the carpet. He goes to brush his teeth and his head naturally begins to beat, the tiredness and annoyance from before already fading away. The teen cleans himself up and goes to the kitchen to eat breakfast, turning up the music on his headphones to dance on his way to the cabinets. Thank god no one is home. He opens the cabinet door to grab the last box of cereal but a knock in the door interrupts.

Ben slides his phones down to his neck. Who could possibly be up this early? The teen turns off his music and makes his way to the door, putting down the cereal box to turn the handle. The door swings open and his eyes immediately catch the hot pink color of hair.

“Hey, I-“

OH HELL NO!

SLAM!

The house nearly shakes at how fast Bee slammed the door on his old friend. Ben doesn’t let her answer, grumbling angrily at his visitor and ignoring the desperate knocks from the other side.

It’s too fucking early for this.

“Bee, please.” She begs between her knocks, “I just want to talk!”

The blonde teen freezes. Bee? Geez, I haven't heard that nickname in years.

Arcee, the hot-pink-haired biker outside his door, keeps knocking, her requests to let her inside fading into white noise in Ben’s ears. Hearing her voice again, just as panicked as he last heard her, hurts more than he thought it would.

Ben stays silent, which is all he can ever do. His hand trails up to his neck where a faded scar across his Adam's apple, his fingertips tracing the indents of the jagged shape. He wanted to put his old life in New York behind him, a life of fighting and protesting against a corrupt system. It wasn't supposed to be violent. Optimus promised that they wouldn't try to resort to force but the Decepticon mafia attacked first and that protest became a riot, one that cost him his voice.

Don't do it Ben. Don’t do it. It’s been almost a year. You can’t get hurt anymore.

Arcee was there at the protest but wasn’t there when Sergent Blitzwing ripped out his vocal cords. She doesn’t know his pain and the trauma that riot caused. Yet, his heart longed for a friend. Living alone has taken a toll that Ben isn’t willing to accept.

Maybe for a moment, just a moment. Then she can leave and never come back.

Ben shaking hands goes to unlock the door. The wooden barrier swings open and he stares blue to brown eyes at Arcee, who’s relieved at the open door. She smiles awkwardly but tries to put up a comforting face.

“Hey Bee,” she mumbles. A beat passes and the two just stand there. Bee looks at the clock and sees the minute hand inching closer to the 9.

Gah! I’m late!

The teen quickly types into his phone, “Do. You. Know. Sign. Language. ”

The biker perks up, surprised by his form of communication but doesn’t make a show of it. “Yes, I do.”

Bee tucks his phone into his pocket and steps aside, giving Arcee the permission to enter his home before he rushes to the kitchen to eat his unmade breakfast. Arcee nodded in appreciation and walked in, shuffling her feet onto the black floor mat before taking off her boots. She looks around, in awe of where his old crewmate has been staying for the past year. It’s surprisingly big for a teenager living alone and not to mention so close to the beach.

“A nice place you got here,” Arcee compliments, earning a humble buzz as Bee pours out his breakfast, briskly walking back and forth from his bowl and the fridge, “How’d you get it?”

“Host family.” Ben signed after putting away his milk, “Currently on vacation.”

As far as Bee remembers, the raceway in New York has always been his family. He was homeschooled in the pits and learned to drive before he could hit puberty. His origins are a complete mystery and for a while, he didn’t mind until he left. It was at that moment that Bee realized that he had no one. No one on the team was biologically related to him and there are no records of his birth. Bee might as well be non-existent.

The O’Briens are nice. Their son Dylan warmed up to him very quickly and his parents treated him like any other decent person would, even indulging in his odd taste for 80’s pop culture and music. Staying with them was a great idea but Ben knows he’ll never be part of their family and that’s okay. He wasn’t even offended when the family didn’t bring him along to their pre-paid vacation. He’s only living with them and that’s a fact that Ben is willing to accept.

Seeing his true family again and standing under the same roof as someone he considered as an older sister is odd. Arcee looked different since he last saw her. Her hair is shaved and cut up to her chin, her outfit consists of way more leather and black, and her wedding ring is missing.

Did something happen to her and Cliffjumper? Hopefully they didn’t end on bad terms.

Arcee remains quiet, looking around the O’Brien’s house with curiosity. It has only been a year but Bee has changed a lot. Bee has definitely taken the time to relax and act like an actual teen. He looks a bit more round and chubby, especially around the face, but his muscles remained firm, emphasized by his tank top while not too obvious. The biker laughs to herself remembering how much a skinny stick Bee was. The headphones are a new addition and so is his attire. Arcee realized that he had never seen Bee in jeans before, always found running around without the restriction of the denim.

Bee grows annoyed at the silence and stops eating to knock on the table, grabbing Arcee’s attention. “What are you doing here?” He signs as milk and crumbs drip from the corners of his lips.

Arcee leans back on her seat and smiles warmly, “Is it bad for an old friend to visit?” She joked, walking towards the dinner table where Bee is sitting. Bee frowns, an annoyed buzz escaping his throat which annoyed him even further.

I hate it when it does that.

Her grin fades into concern, curious and worried about the lack of the upbeat voice she once remembered, “What happened to your voice?”

“None of your business.” Bee gulps down the last of his cereal and dumps his empty bowl into the sink. Bee walks in long strides, speeding his pace to get out of the house as quickly as possible but Arcee isn’t so keen to see her old friend leave so soon, not when she just got him back.

“Bee, can we just talk?” Arcee sighs, exasperated by her old friend’s stubbornness but there’s a hint of begging in her voice.

There’s no denying that the base hasn’t been the same since Bee disappeared. They all thought he died but Orion knew he wasn’t. The biker didn’t know how he knew or why her leader never pushed to find his surrogate son but Arcee isn’t the type to let go of someone close to her so quickly. Not after…

Cliff.

With a red and yellow plaid button-up in his hand, Bee pauses at the soft desperation. It hurts to hear but before he could open his mouth, any and all words that could comfort her, reassure his friend that he misses her just as much, die from his lips, even if he can talk. He doesn’t look at her and taps on the doorway in morse code, “I have to go to work.”

The pink-haired biker remained frozen in her seat as the door slammed shut.

The rest of the day went by like a blur filled with crowds on the boardwalk and bullies from his classes dumping lemonade or making his job not worth the $20 an hour. It’s almost pathetic. The blonde knows any and every way possible he could run star wrestler, Shelby “Shatter” Bassett, into the ground without breaking a sweat. Maybe a punch in the face or a scratch on her boyfriend’s (admittedly stunning) royal blue AMC Javelin could also get him to shut up.

But he’s not B-127 the Freedom Racer anymore.

He’s just Benjamin the Hot Dog on a Stick cashier.

After a thorough wash to get all the lemon pulp out of his hair, Bee made a pit stop at the junkyard. With his birthday coming up in a few hours, the young teen hoped that he could get the Beetle up and running. He grabs his red toolkit from the back of the motorized bike he rides on, voicelessly greets the owner and rushes into the piles of the cars in the lot, taking apart the pieces he wants. Grime and oil gets on his button-up and skin and the metallic stench of rust seeps into his nostrils but the blonde doesn’t mind, remembering the similar smell back in New York except missing the sound of race cars zooming in the background.

“Can’t catch me, Bee!”

“Fat chance!”

“Go faster, papa! Faster!”

“If you say so, little one!”

“Tell me where your friends are hiding!”

Wait.

“I’ll never talk!”

Stop.

“Is that right?”

Stop it!

SHING!

“Then let’s make it official.”

NO!

#transformers #bumblebee 2018 #bumblebee movie #bumblebee #tf bumblebee #charlie watson #charbee #cross posted on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #im so sleep deprived #i need my charbee fluff to live #i had enough with all the angst #reverse au #humanformers au #humanformers #i guess but idk #freedom racers au

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