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"Hey, You're Bleeding!" (Optimus x Reader Story)

(from: https://pin.it/5eeGE87)

Disclaimers: Negative talk of the Self, Self Harm and potential Depression and Suicide implied.

Ped Steps = Footsteps

Digit = Finger

Faceplate = Face

Characters Mentioned: Miko, Ratchet and Optimus Prime.

"Hey, you're bleeding!" I look to where Miko is referring to and noticed that my right arm was bleeding. I immediately try to clean and cover it up before putting my hands behind my back. I must have cut myself too deep with a small piece from my broken tablet stand last night.

I tried to acknowledge it but not make a big deal of it. "I must have hit my arm on something last night." I said, scratching the back of my head before giving an attempted natural laugh before going to the base's bathroom down the hall.

I was washing off my right arm before noticing my left arm was starting to bleed too. "Shit." I started to pace while my arms were both tightly wrapped in towels. "What am I going to do? If I go out like this everyone is sure to question me." I quickly started texting Miko.

"Don't say anything, I'll handle it myself. Please." It sent.

I tried to think of what to say to take her mind off it for a couple of seconds. So I sent, "Your next 4 ice creams are on me." It was starting to get warm so this was bound to work.

I saw three dots and Miko's reply saying, "Fine."

I put my phone away and checked my wrists and noticed they stopped bleeding, so I took a deep breath and headed for the couch next to Miko.

It was barely even five minutes before I heard Ratchet's annoyed but firm voice say,

"(Y/N), may I speak with you please?"

I quietly ground my teeth slightly afraid of what Ratchet was going to ask about. As time was ticking by I sighed and mumbled, "No more delaying the inevitable." So I went to Ratchet's fenced-off area, I guess that's what you can call it. "Yeah Ratchet?" I said as normal as possible.

"Someone told me that you may have cut your own wrists. is this true?" Ratchet asked with a strong look of concern on his face.

I tried to deny it and bring something dumb and stupid "to light", instead before looking away. "No... and that "someone-"", I air quoted, "-was most definitely Miko."

"I can tell that you're lying (Y/N). Have you done anything to help or solve this?" Ratchet worriedly asked.

"I have seen a therapist about it and she did prescribe me medicine to help which I have taken daily. But I stopped seeing them because I don't have the money to see them anymore. I don't have $120 a month to "throw away" really..." I started to feel ashamed of myself now. "It doesn't get to that extent that often but I messed up last night." I was trying to not get emotional when I started hearing loud ped steps going in the direction of the main room.

"What is... Going on everyone?" A deep, low voice asked. I breathed in before starting to walk away but stopped in my tracks the second I heard Ratchet's voice start to speak. Then my heart started to sink because everything I just told Ratchet was being whispered to Optimus. I looked behind me and saw them talking.

I need air.

I need to get out of here.

This is too much.

I can't feel my own breath.

I quickly ran to the elevator that went to the top of the base and went in. It was a beautiful sunset and was exactly the reverse of the pride flag (showing purple, blue, green, yellow, orange and red). I sat not close to the edge but close enough that just my heels and a good chunk of my calves were off the edge. I took a deep breath and admired the sunset enjoying the calm that I desperately needed.

Even though it was close to a half hour, it was short because before I knew it, I heard heavy ped steps walking towards my direction. I sighed, "If you're expecting answers, prepare to be disappointed because I don't have any really..." I heard a loud thump next to me and looked and saw Optimus sitting next to me, with his peds and lower calves completely over the edge.

"How long has it been happening?" Optimus's baritone voice of worry and concern asked.

I sighed, feeling myself nocibly becoming numb and said, "A few months ago." I kept my head turned away, not wanting Optimus to see the tears that I knew were going to fall out of my eyes shortly. "Don't blame yourself, You wouldn't have known, I was hiding it well from everyone... Too well but I knew how much it would hurt everyone if they knew... So I kept it all to myself and let it eat myself up inside." I felt one tear start to roll down my cheek. I looked next to me, at Optimus's faceplate and saw that he was in a sort of daze, probably looking for signs. I held his digit. "It's not your fault."

Optimus started to look back at me. "If Ratchet never told me, would you have ever told me this was happening?" Optimus had solemn worry "all over him".

I wanted to tell the truth and say "No", but I semi-lied by saying "Probably. Definitely when I stopped and didn't, I guess feel like this anymore." I bit my inner lip.

"You're lying... Why wouldn't you tell me?" Optimus figured out that I lied.

"I wouldn't, because you and everyone else deserve all of the happiness in the world and I didn't want the constant look of fear on everyone's faces." i felt another tear rolled down my cheek.

"And you don't deserve happiness too?" Optimus inquired, put my hand in his.

"Sometimes I feel like I don't. Maybe because I feel like I haven't worked hard enough to feel like I deserve it. Maybe because I feel like I'm not good enough to deserve that happiness." I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them before crying. "And I know I deserve it but I really don't feel like I do." I started to cry harder, thinking about how everyone would take the news if my suicide was successful. "I understand if you want me to leave or anything, I know this is too much for anyone to handle." I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes, trying to calm down.

"Yes, this is a lot. But losing you, that would be too much." Optimus put his open servo next to me and I got on. I started to feel a warm radiance coming from his chest as he pulled me closer. "Is there anything else you want to talk about pertaining to this matter?" Optimus looked down.

I stopped lying so I shook my hand to say "so-so", maybe. I took a deep breath and asked. "I'm not a failure, I'm not stupid, useless or replaceable, right?" I looked down trying to hide any tears I had left.

"Primus no, you are none of those things." Optimus started rubbing my back with his thumb digit.

I tried to smile but knew that it wouldn't work. "You are right but I wish I could understand why I feel this bad about myself." I started to rub my thighs, to try to soothe myself. "It gets worse when I remember thinking that if I got in a relationship with someone that if they were abusive and hit me or anything similar that I honestly deserved it." I covered my mouth realizing that I just told Optimus one of my darkest and deepest fears. "I try not to let depression, and everything get "too far" but it's difficult when you believe those lies about yourself." I rested my head on his chest, letting the warmth consume me, taking a couple of deep breaths.

"Do you want to go for a drive and enjoy the night sky a little?" Optimus asked, remembering that that had always calmed me. I could stay here all night but a drive does sound like a good idea.

So I answered, "Sure." and Optimus held me as we went back down the elevator and transformed, with me sitting in the passenger's seat going through the steel doors of the base. I looked up and the night sky and mumbled, "I don't deserve this." letting a small smile start to creep onto my face.

I guess Optimus could sense I was doubting something so he said, "You deserve this (y/n), you deserve every second of this. Never think otherwise."

I started to cry again but this time, tears of happiness. "You're right Optimus, you are 100% right. Thank you." A big smile came on my face.

"Just you smiling and being the (y/n) I enjoy being in the company of is more than enough thank you for me." Optimus's voice radiated with the steering wheel.

[niccage]

my best friend icarus -> third installment of the i'm supposed to die tonight series / following sunday massacre and chin music

relationships -> tom wambsgans x greg hirsch, stewy hosseini x willa ferreyra

rating -> explicit / author chose not to use archive warnings

current chapters -> seven of ten -> current wc: 61.1k

chapter seven now available! + link to chapter one + excerpt:

“You're asking me to stay here with you, forever,” Tom says slowly. “But two weeks ago, you were afraid I was going to ask you to marry me?"

And Greg wrinkles his nose, still not opening his eyes.

“Well, yeah, Tom,” he says finally. “Two weeks ago, it was bigamy.”

[ihaveallthesefeelsokay]

So here’s a fragment I wrote for Jericho - Bill’s POV the night that Jake left town.  It’s definitely a fragment and I might flesh it out and include more POVs to post on AO3, but we’ll see.

The radio squawked to life in the darkness.

“Code eight!  Code eight on Braintree!  Code eight!”

Bill shot straight up in bed, hoping he’d dreamed that.  He’d never heard a code eight – officer in dire need of help – used outside of training in the almost seven years he’d been a deputy.  He’d lived in fear of ever hearing it.

Sara’s voice transmitted next, worried enough Bill knew he hadn’t dreamed it or woken up to some midnight drill.  “Confirming a code eight on Braintree Court in Jericho proper.  All officers please respond.  Connor, please update as possible.”  Her words were calm, but Bill knew she was as desperate as he was for more information.

Despite the fact that it was three in the morning and he’d been asleep just minutes before, Bill had his gear on in record time.  He stopped only long enough to give his dog Sadie a quick ear scritch and apologize for leaving her again so soon.

Braintree Court was in the Pines, the most expensive area in Jericho and generally a quiet place.  What could have happened there that made Connor so desperate for backup?  The radio remained silent other than officers checking in as they arrived on the scene – with everyone in the same place, there was no need to use the radios.

Bill’s apartment was on the south side of town, about as far from the Pines as was possible – he certainly didn’t fit into this neighborhood – making him the last on the scene.  As soon as he turned onto the street, it was obvious where to go.  Pajama-clad people stood in the road, watching a house lit up with the flashing of patrol cars and ambulances both.  Riley stood guard in the driveway, turning away anyone who got too curious.

“Home invasion,” he explained quickly as Bill jogged up.  “Homeowner killed one of them; the other put up a fight.  No surprises who’s involved and we’re all gonna be fucked because of it.”

Bill could have figured part of that out a second later when angry yells sounded from the front of the house.

“He shot him!  He killed him!  Why’re you arresting me?  Arrest him!  I didn’t do anything!” howled Mitchell Cafferty – one of Jonah Prowse’s lowlifes – as he was manhandled into the back of a patrol car by Connor and Salem.  Mitchell’s nose was broken and blood dripped down the front of his shirt, but judging from Connor’s black eyes and busted lip, he’d probably earned it.  Bill wondered whose body he’d find inside.

Bill nodded as Connor and Salem passed, all intradepartmental animosity dropped for the night.  They were deputies first, after all.

Sheriff Dawes greeted him at the door.  “Good, you’re here.  I need you processing the scene while Jimmy gets a full report.”

Bill nodded, unsurprised; the sheriff had been pushing him into a crime scene specialty.  It worked for Bill; he generally had an iron stomach and he’d never been as good as Jimmy at dealing with people.  It sounded like Jimmy already had his hands full – Bill could hear loud sobbing further back in the house.

The sheriff pointed away from the noise.  “Walk through the dining room.  There’s pieces of the kid all over the den.”

Sheriff Dawes referred to everyone under forty as ‘kid’, so Bill still had no clue who’d died.  It might have been Jake – and Bill felt his stomach lurch at the thought.  Only for Stanley’s sake, he told himself, but it was a lie.  He may not have liked Jake, but he’d still known him since they were kids.

The homeowner turned out to be Gray Anderson, one of the owners of the salt mine.  Of course, Bill thought, if a dumbass like Mitchell Cafferty was going to knock over a house, it was going to be the house of the richest man in Jericho.

Gray looked to be in shock, barely registering the EMT buzzing around him at the kitchen table, checking his vitals.  Jimmy sat across from him, trying to calm down the sobbing Mrs. Anderson.

Just past them in the den, Bill saw what was left of the second home invader – and he knew he’d never forget the sight.  It took him a moment, but he recognized the kid – and ‘kid’ was the right term – despite the fact he was missing a quarter of his face.

“Jesus fuck, Chris,” Bill swore under his breath.  Emily Sullivan’s little brother.  Jonah Prowse’s only son.  Riley was right:  there was going to be hell to pay before this was all over.

Three hours later, Bill slunk out of the finally-deserted house and locked up behind the EMTs carrying out Chris Sullivan’s remains.

This hadn’t been the grisliest thing Bill had ever seen, to be sure – there were some car wrecks and suicide calls that kept showing up in nightmares – but it was the first time he’d really known the person involved.  While he worked, Bill had managed to make himself forget that he knew a name for the bits of blood and brain splattering the hardwood, but it’d been exhausting to stay focused.  He was done with that, though, and had a camera full of bloody photos, a pad full of notes, and a sneaking suspicion he wasn’t off-duty just yet.

The street was quiet and empty, except for Bill’s car and Salem’s patrol car, parked across the front of the drive for easy visibility.  Bill collapsed into Salem’s passenger seat without waiting for permission.

“You and I are out here for a few more hours,” Salem said by way of greeting, confirming Bill’s guess.  “Connor checked into the clinic with a concussion and a broken rib, but he’ll be fine.  Taylor’s taken the Andersons to a hotel for the night and Sheriff sent Riley and Sara home to get some sleep.  They’ll take over for us when we’re up.”

Bill nodded, glad for the update on everyone.  “Cafferty?”

“In a cell, scared shitless.  He fought hard enough that I think he wanted us to shoot him.”

“I wouldn’t want to be him right now,” Bill said, shaking his head.  “Jonah’s gonna have it out for whoever survived and let Chris die.”

“Tell you what, I do not want to be there when Jonah finds out.”

“I just hope he stays out of town.”  Hope was all Bill had; Jonah was usually canny enough to be subtle, but he’d also never lost a child.  He might try to target the Andersons, he might attack the salt mine, he might take it out on Jericho in general, or he might do nothing at all.  Bill had no way of predicting what would happen in the morning.

“Sheriff’s gonna ask the mayor for a curfew, just in case.”  Salem rubbed his temples.  “It’s gonna be a long day.”

A long day with a lot that could go wrong.  Bill glanced at the clock – 3:58.  Too early to call his parents to tell them to stay home today, but he could leave them a text message.  He couldn’t tell them any details yet, but maybe they’d call out from work and stay in if he asked them to.

“Talking to your momma?” Salem asked wryly when Bill pulled out his phone.

“Don’t you fucking start with me,” Bill snarled.

Salem laughed hollowly.  “Not tonight, man.  Jonah’s shit is probably gonna hit the fan.”

That was not the response Bill had been expecting.  For Salem, it was a shocking show of concern.  Still…  “I was just gonna tell them to be careful.”

Salem snorted.  “No, you weren’t.  You were gonna tell them to stay home and hide out, weren’t you?  That’s what you always tell your parents when things look skittish.”

Bill bristled.  Salem was being too perceptive for his liking.  “Why don’t you get some sleep?” he suggested.  “I’ll keep an eye out and punch you in the nuts if things get interesting and I need your help.”

“Nah, Koehler.  I’d sleep through that; your throws couldn’t hurt a fly and we both know it.”  Despite his words, Salem stretched out and pulled his hat over his face, shielding him from the streetlamps.

Bill grinned.  If he lucked out, one of Jonah’s goons would do a drive-by and Salem would see how harmless his punches were, after all.

Bill fought to keep from dozing off.  He’d parked the patrol car, ostensibly to watch for speeders, but in reality he and Jimmy were taking turns catnapping and hoping nothing else happened.  Neither of them had gotten any real sleep yet and all the adrenaline had worn off hours ago.

His phone started buzzing.

Bill eyed his cell phone.  Everyone who had his number knew better than to call him during work hours.  Text, sure, but if they needed to talk to him, they had to go through the office.

Jimmy stirred.  “Whozzat?” he mumbled blearily.

“Sheriff Dawes?” Bill said questioningly, staring at the number.  With a shrug, he answered.  “Hello?”

“Bill, I need you and Jimmy to go pick someone up for questioning.  Mitchell’s told us about a third party involved last night.”

It was definitely Sheriff Dawes, but requests like this usually came over the radio.  “Yes, sir.  Why didn’t you radio us?  Is there a problem with our equipment?”

“I didn’t want to tip off the suspect.  I need you to pick up Jake Green.”

“Ja–?  No, of course.  Yes, sir.  We’ll go get him right now.”  Bill had the car in gear before he hung up the phone.

Jimmy rubbed his face, trying to wake up.  “What’s going on?  Something happen at the station?”

“Mitchell talked.  Jake was there last night, too.”

“And he called in case Jake was listening to our radios.”

“Yup.”  Bill nodded solemnly.  “I would be, if I were him.”

Gail Green met them at the door with red-rimmed eyes.  “You’re here for Jake,” she stated bleakly.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jimmy said gently.  “Is he here?”

“He’s not here.”  Gail stepped aside to let them in anyway.  “I haven’t seen him since last night and his things are gone.”

Bill nodded at Gail as he passed her.  “Do you know where he might be?”

She shook her head.  “I’ve already looked for him in his usual places:  the ranch, his grandfather’s, Stanley’s.  I didn’t go to the hunting cabins, though.”

Bill made a mental note to get the locations of the cabins.  He’d been to a couple of them as a teen, but not all.

“Johnston told me what happened,” Gail said.  “Have you checked on Emily yet?”

“No, ma’am,” Jimmy answered as Bill huffed.  When did Gail think they’d had time to check on anyone else?  They were doing well to all still be awake at this point.

“Was Jake part of it?” she asked desperately.

“We can’t say right now.”  Bill wasn’t going to be the one to tell her, at least.

Gail looked imploringly at them both.  “Find him.”

“We’ll do our best,” Jimmy promised.

“If you don’t mind, Mrs. Green, I’ll go check out Jake’s room and you can tell Jimmy where to find all the hunting cabins.”

Gail nodded.  “Let me get coffee for you boys, too.”

Oh, Bill could kiss Gail right now.

Patrol cars were sturdy, but they weren’t designed for off-roading comfortably, Bill noted as they bumped slowly down the road – more of a rough trail, really – from the last of the hunting cabins.

“So where next?” Jimmy asked.

“Let’s double check the Richmonds’ while we’re out here,” Bill suggested, “but I think the next step is to go to Jonah’s.”

Jimmy grimaced.  “I was afraid you were gonna say that.”

“Jonah ain’t here.  You wanna go the fuck away now.”  The guard glared menacingly at Bill and Jimmy through the chain-link fence.

Bill’s hand went instinctively to his holster.  “We told you we’re not here for Jonah.”

“Yeah, you’re looking for Jake Green.  Who ain’t?”

“So Jake isn’t here?” Jimmy asked.

“I didn’t say that.”

“So then he’s here?” Bill countered.  “We need to talk to him.”

“I didn’t say that, either.”

Bill rolled his eyes.  “You gotta say something.  Like maybe, ‘Sure, Jake’s here; let me go get him.’  Or maybe, ‘Jake’s not here, but I’ll tell you where he’s hiding.’  Else we’re gonna be standing here staring at each other’s mugs for a long time.”

“Jake isn’t here,” said a gravelly voice from inside the compound.  Jonah Prowse, looking worse than Bill had ever seen him, stepped out into the light.  “If he was, I’d have strung his guts over the fence for you.”

The hair on Bill’s neck stood on end.  “We’re sorry for what you’ve gone through today, Jonah, but don’t go making threats in front of us.”

Jonah glanced dismissively at Bill, which just made him try to stand up a little taller.  “Deputy Taylor, you won’t find Jake Green here.  My men are looking for him, too.  You should leave before this conversation takes an unpleasant turn.”

Jimmy nodded.  “We have to ask you to let us know if you find him.”

“Leave,” growled Jonah.

“Uh, sorry for your loss,” Jimmy stammered.  He reached out and grabbed Bill’s elbow, making sure Bill followed him.

“’Jonah ain’t here,’ my ass,” Bill snapped as he slammed the car door shut behind him.  “I think we need to go talk to the sheriff now.”

Connor was manning the office when Bill and Jimmy got back.  His face had blossomed into livid black and purple bruises.

Bill whistled.  “Lookin’ good, man.”

Connor flipped him off, moving slowly enough Bill could tell he was still in pain.

Sheriff Dawes waved them into his office.

“We didn’t find Jake,” Jimmy said right away.

“I guessed that when you didn’t bring him in with you,” the sheriff said drily.

“He cleaned out his bedroom at some point last night.  We put a BOLO alert on his car with the state troopers and checked any places he might have holed up,” Bill explained.

“How sure are you that you checked all his hiding spots?”

Bill and Jimmy looked at each other and shrugged.  “Relatively?” Jimmy offered.

“I’m not close to him anymore, but we went to all the places he used to hide out when we were in school.”

Sheriff Dawes sighed.  “If we were a larger department, I’d recuse you for your history with the Green boy, Koehler.  But I need all hands on deck for this.  Did you learn anything else?”

“We did,” Jimmy confirmed.

“Jonah isn’t happy with Jake.  Said his guys are looking for him, too, and came close to saying he’d kill him if he found him.”  Bill thought back.  “The compound was quiet, though.  Everyone seemed on edge, as if they didn’t know what was going on, either.  If they’re planning anything, it’s being done inside and silently.”

“Cafferty made it sound like Green was the mastermind of the plot and then deserted them.  I’m not sure how much of that is bluffing, but he’s vehement that Green was supposed to be there.”  Sheriff Dawes poked at some papers on his desk.  “He’s clammed up now, of course.  Wants to get lawyered up.  I’m not sure what good that’ll do him, since he can’t afford anyone good, but he’s welcome to try.”

Bill frowned.  He hadn’t even thought of how big a trial could get, even in a seemingly open-and-shut case like this one.  Last night wasn’t going to be over for a long time.

“What’s your judgment on Jonah?  Is he planning anything?”

“He’s pissed as hell,” Bill said.  “But he didn’t seem histrionic.  He made no threats against anyone but Jake.”

“Well, he told us to leave before things got heated,” Jimmy pointed out.

Bill nodded.  “Still, I didn’t get the impression he was doing anything but mourning today.”

The sheriff thought for a minute.  “Okay.  I want you boys to do your paperwork and then go home and get some sleep.  Keep your radios on, but rest.  We start fresh on this in the morning.”

There was an end in sight.  Bill thought longingly of his bed.  “Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir.”

[zuzanwrites]

Pet Sitting While at Base

Just a drabble

After helping Agent Fowler with his reports. I had to pickup my family’s dog last minute because they couldn’t find a hotel where they are going. After taking them for a nice, long walk (well, long for their size). I picked up my mini greyhound-chihuahua mix and held them in the helicopter when we rode the short flight to the base. I could have taken a groundbridge or drove but I kind of wanted to be at “optic-level”. After Fowler dropped me off, I got down the elevator, to the railing.

“Hello, y/n.”

“Hello Optimus. Fowler was informed of a energon deposit, he just wanted me to make sure you go the coordinates he sent you.”

Everyone was silent and I looked where Optimus was looking, at my pooch, (Dog’s name). “Oh them, I’m just doggy-sitting them for family until they get back.”

Ratchet scoffed, “Do you really have to bring them here?”

I rolled my eyes, “Well, yes Ratchet only because they have intense separation anxiety and they will not take care of themselves unless they’re with someone they know. They are very quiet, you won’t really know that they are there.”

Optimus nodded in understanding, “Is there anything you need to bring to make the little one comfortable?”

I chuckled, “No, it’s just for the night. My parents got held by some traffic. But thanks though.”

“So what do you do with him?” Ratchet, asked with attitude.

“Well, they provide companionship and sometimes a good buddy for naps.” I pet my dog.

“He sounds pretty insubstan-“ Ratchet was cut off by Optimus.

“What he means to say is that they are respectable and we wish them a warm welcome.”

I smiled and looked down at my dog, “I think they appreciate it. If you want you can gently stick your servo out and he’ll smell you.”

Optimus hesitated for a moment and brought his servo out near the railing. My dog brought his head out, towards Optimus’s servo and started licking him. Optimus lowly chuckled, “Does it always feel like that?”

“Ticklish and fuzzy? Yup.” Bumblebee started excitedly beeping.

“You can let them smell you too but you’ve got to calm down alittle and bring your servo out really slowly, too much excitement can scare them.” Bumblebee nodded and calmly brought his servo out, the dog smelled it and leaned into Bumblebee’s servo. Bumblebee had a excited expression in his optics.

“Now, you can bring one of your digits up and gently pat them on top of their head.” After Bumblebee did that I saw Optimus gently pull Bumblebee on the shoulder, urging him on the mission.

When they went through the ground bridge, I brought my dog to the couch and laid down with them, holding them close and going for a nap.

(Part 2?)

[zuzanwrites]

Cafe (Eddie x Reader)

(Disclaimer: I wrote this a couple of months ago, I went through a Tom Hardy phase after seeing Venom once, okay. But if people want me to continue this sort of storyline thing, I can 😊😊)

Y/N P. O. V.

I was working at a local coffee shop when I noticed that one of our regulars, Eddie Brock walked in. I started making a medium cappuccino with a shot of espresso because that's what he orders everytime he comes in. The second Eddie sat down I started bringing his refreshment with my number on the napkin under it. "Hey Eddie, how are you doing?" I noticed he had a slightly solemn expression on his face.

I placed the cappuccino on the tale near Eddie. "I'm doing alright." Eddie tried to say as naturally as possible without it sounding like a lie. I knew he was lying but I didn't want to put him in a uncomfortable position, especially at this time of day.

"If you say so, but if you ever want someone to talk or just listen, my number's on the napkin. Also, the cappuccino's on me." Eddie gently put the napkin to the side. "Would you like anything else with that? I know it's not my business but you really don't look like you ate anything I can make something for you, on the house." I stood there writing down the total and everything for myself.

Eddie sighed. "No, I didnt... Surprise me." I smiled.

I knew just what to make him. "Are you allergic to ham or dairy?" I asked just wanting to make sure.

Eddie smiled a little, "Nope."

I smiled a little coming up with an idea. "So, my lunch break is in a couple of minutes and I know you're going through something but I know It's never really a good idea to go through some things alone. So we can just chill in a local park or pier or something if you want to. It's okay if you say no, don't worry about it."

I started writing down the food combo down. I heard Eddie start to speak, "Uh, that is a good idea, thank you." Eddie started to take out his wallet.

I chuckled, "Keep it, you definitely need it more than me Eddie Brock." I extra annunciated the "ck" in "Brock". "I could say that name all day." I smiled before going to the chef with just the thing and told the chef, "One burrito with scrambled eggs, cheese and ham, to go and another with ham and salami also to go." I started rustling my pocket for the money for the orders. I know I work here and "the man" could just take it out of my paycheck but I had enough and this was honestly a better thing to spend it on, in a way than the dumb things I always try to get.

I went to Eddie with his surprise burrito, noticing that his was labled "E, C + H" (for Egg, Cheese and Ham) and mine had "E, C, H + S" (for Egg, Cheese, Ham and Salami). "One surprise burrito and one gal who is officially on her lunch break." Eddie smiled and got up.

"You really know how to make a person's mood better."

I laughed a little, "I try my best."

After Eddie got a headstart, I left the money and the check on the table and we started walking out the door to a park.

[zuzanwrites]

Optimus Found Out That it has Been a Decade Since Their Best Friend’s Grandparent Passing

(Disclaimers: Sadness, Slight Depression, Grieving Process)

Characters Mentioned: Miko and (TFP) Optimus

Miko looked at Optimus and said, “Hey, uh, have you seen Y/N at all today?” Optimus looked, confused.

“No, why?” Miko thought for a second, thinking if she really wanted to tell him but decided it was a good idea. “I think you should check up on her, it’s been almost ten years since their grandparent has passed.”

Optimus nodded in understanding. “I’ll check up on them.” Optimus transformed and started to call her on the way to her house. She picked up. “Hey… Do you need anything Optimus?” They sounded sad and just not like herself.

“Miko told me what happened, I was just wondering if you needed anything?” Optimus said, concerned. Y/N laughed alittle. “I’m alright I just need space from everyone for at least today. If you’re free, we could relax with each other at a park or something later. But I have to get flowers soon and pay my respects.” Y/N sounded sorrowful.

“I’ll go with you.” Optimus said calmly. “Are you sure, you really don’t have to?” Y/N said, smiling alittle. “I want to.” They smiled, “I guess you’re outside already?” Y/N looked out the window. Optimus chuckled alittle, “Yup.” They smiled but still grievingly went to Optimus. “You really don’t, have to, I could’ve walked. I kinda need the fresh air anyway.”

Optimus’s holoform looked over, “Yeah, but you seem like you could use the company.”

They shook their head, “Well you’ve got me there.” They both got to the florist, they both got out. They noticed that Optimus was coming and tried not to laugh. “Who the hell do you need to get flowers for?” They asked curiously. “Fowler.” Optimus tried to lie. They were laughing, "Okay, I have to see that.”

They were looking at the flowers and practically got all of the red, white, and blue ones and started saying, “My grandfather supposedly helped America in a war with a important job that didn’t require fighting and he loved everything that was American made, he didn’t have anything really made from other countries until a couple of years before he died.” They started looking at the flowers and their prices before sighing and practically grabbing all of them and speed walking to the cash register.

As they were about to take out their cash and card to pay, Optimus stopped them, "Don't, it's on me." And paid without giving it a second thought.

After they got back in Optimus's truck cabin, they started saying "You really didn't have to, I could have paid for it." I said, smiling alittle.

"You could have, but you really shouldn't have to." Optimus started driving to Y/N's grandparent's grave. When they both got to Y/N's grandparent's grave, Y/N took a deep breath before saying,

"Hey grand(p/m)a. I know it's been a while but I miss you everyday and-" Y/N started to get emotional. Optimus noticed this and wrapped his arm gently around Y/N's side, slightly above the hip, "I just wish that you could see the person I've become. I wish you could just be here telling me how proud you are of how you're grandchild has changed... That would just mean alot to me."

Y/n took a deep breath before starting to compose themselves feeling Optimus's hand on their back. "The doctors found out I have a immune disease that no-one's really heard about. Myasthenia Gravis. I'm getting better at coping with it and not getting as emotional but it still hurts like hell everytime I can't open something as simple as a soup or pasta can, even if it has a tab to pull on it. I don't really like that I have to be on steroids to treat it because I would love to have just the option to play in any sports for fun and I just wish my body could treat it on its own."

They started to smile, "But on a happier note, I do kind of have strong crushes on two people but I know they honestly need to focus on much more important things and they're definitely "out of my league" without a doubt so. But if the rumour's true, and you are really watching over me, then I think you know who they are." They gave a gentle glance at Optimus before looking back at the grave.

"Hope my childhood pets aren't giving you too much trouble. Tell them all that I said hi. I love you all." They placed two fingers to their lips and placed them on the grave stone for a moment before stepping back alittle and giving silent prayers.

After they gave silent prayers they did the holy cross gesture on themselves and walked back to Optimus's truck cabin with Optimus following closely behind.

They visited a park where their name was inscribed on a stone to remember their service during the war. And then they had a picnic with food and stuffs from the human's bag before chilling at base for a while and calling it a day.

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chin music -> sequel to sunday massacre -> the stewy, willa, & tom roommate au you weren't asking for

relationships -> stewy hosseini x willa ferreyra, tom wambsgans x greg hirsch

rating -> explicit / author chose not to use archive warnings

current chapters -> ten of eleven -> current wc: 90.2k

🖤 chapter ten now available on AO3! [-> link to chapter one] 🖤

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the next life: a stewy/willa & tom/greg twentieth-century circus au

rating: explicit - read additional tags!

archive warnings: graphic depictions of violence, major character death

-> chapter eight now available on ao3! [ + link to chapter one! ]

chapter eight excerpt:

“Have you got any trained mice in this circus, Lawrence?” Tom interrupted, as Willa herself paused and shot him a tired look.

“Tom, please -”

“Any…” Lawrence frowned, furrowing his brow. “Mice?”

Tom sighed. “Oh, never-mind -”