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[mlleshopping]

Canadiens Xhekaj, Slafkovsky, Newhook Shine In Loss Versus Leafs

Canadiens Xhekaj, Slafkovsky, Newhook Shine In Loss Versus Leafs

[st-louis]

NEW YORK, NEW YORK - APRIL 07: Nick Suzuki #14 and Cole Caufield #22 of the Montreal Canadiens celebrate Caufield's first period goal against the New York Rangers at Madison Square Garden on April 07, 2024 in New York City. (Photo by Bruce Bennett/Getty Images)

[isalabells]

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[pyxxiestyxx]

You Never Noticed

(cw: non-con as all hell, its HDG.)

You never noticed the affini on your daily railcar ride from work to your hab, but She did. She missed her usual car by a few minutes, resulting in a chance meeting where She saw you. It wasn't love at first sight, no no. It was hunger, it was predation, it was a need to own you so fully that you wouldn't be able to say anything but Her name when you moaned in pleasure.

You never noticed the paperwork she filed on you, but other affini did. The lengthy Notice of Intent, written in affini as if you were already Hers. You just needed some help to get there, to understand.

You never noticed the changes in your Hab. Small things at first, a slight straightening out of things normally left messy, an imperceptible difference in smell from your soap and shampoo. Even when it become more obvious, even when you knew you didn't leave your closet door closed that one time, you shrugged it off.

You never noticed how your friends slowly changed. The more rough ones seemed to drift away from you, and the softer ones only grew more close. It was just a part of life, right? It wasn't like an affini would subtly manipulate the more feral ones with hypnotics, help them on their way to happiness (and more importantly, away from what was already Hers).

You never noticed how your body was slowly changing. Some of your friends (almost all of them were florets now, but that was okay! You were fine with florets.) recommended a new skincare routine, and it worked so well that you just stuck with it. Softer, more markable skin. Tangle-free, gorgeous hair. You found it so much more relaxing, to be honest. Even if lately you felt like it was a bit hard to focus on things, everyone around you was always so understanding. A common side effect of xenodrugs, apparently. It wasn't too bad, really. Not enough to notice, most of the time.

You never noticed when your roommate moved in. It was like She had always been there, really. You were sure that if you focused, you could think of the exact date, but…did that really matter? She helped around the Hab so much, and she always respected your consent so carefully. She would always ask before drugging you, every time.

You never noticed that you didn't have to say yes to her. It was like She already knew anyway. Why would you say no? Her ideas were always so good anyway, so it was fine. And each time she did, a small puff of Her scent passed through your lungs. It was so funny how she smelled just like your soaps, you told her. You both laughed for so long at that!

You never noticed when She slipped the collar on your neck. Your thoughts blurred into a lovely stream of sensation, one moment to the next an eternity of joy. You were awake and aware, of course. But the constant flow of Class A and E in your system was too delicious to let go of. Your floret friends were always so happy to help you remember things now. They loved teasing you, pretending you were a pet like them. But that was silly! You weren't a pet…right?

You never noticed when you became Her pet. And by the time you did notice, you didn't even have to worry about it anymore. The part of Her embedded in your spine made sure of that.

[sometiktoksarevalid]

Edit: Corrected information given:

"[T]he water in Lake Tahoe had testing done, the results of which came back literally three days ago showing very, VERY low percentages of the toxins being talked about in that video, and only in very specific parts of the lake. Meaning there was not enough present to cause severe effects in people, or pets. There WAS a small, backwater pond separate from Lake Tahoe reported to have a HAB bloom on the NV side, but it does not effect the rest of the lake."

Article link: https://www.tahoedailytribune.com/news/no-harmful-algal-bloom-detected-at-lake-tahoe-sites-purported-to-be-responsible-for-dogs-death/

[norris55s]

forever - carlos sainz

mclaren driver reader x carlos sainz social media au

a/n: faceclaim is barbara palvin and this is just self indulging fluff really + my first (posted) smau so go easy on me

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y/nusername

liked by landonorrris, carlossainz55, mclaren and 756,337 others

y/nusername: the most beautiful time of the year (pre-season testing)

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landonorris: letsgetitttttt

y/nusername: are we about to be besties?

landonorris: already besties in law

norrizzz: what is that even supposed to

starboyhamilton: like bc they’re team mates? lol

mclaren: we love to see it 🧡

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y/nusername

liked by landonorris, lewishamilton, carlossainz55 and 1,563,764 others

y/nusername: i’m lost for words right now!!! p fucking 3 and my first podium on the first race of the year!!!!!!!! i’ve dreamt of this day ever since i was a little girl. i feel so lucky. 🧡 thank you so so so much to the entire mclaren team for all the hard work you’ve put in; our first race together is unforgettable. you’ve all welcomed me into this team from day one and i can’t possibly thank you enough. and congratulations maxverstappen1 for the p1 and landonorris for the p2, what a cool podium. on to the next one.

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landonorris: it’s so onnn

lewishamilton: Huge congratulations 👏🏻

carlossainz55: What a drive! Congratulations 🍾❤️

loversainz: the heart?

lawsonstars: Mr. Sainz?

purplerainlewis: it’s just an emoji y’all

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y/nusername

liked by lilymhe, carlossainz55, mclaren and 956,365 others

y/nusername: messyyyy p7 but we ball (thank u miami)

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lilymhe: a goddess!

barbieandcharles: it’s the way carlos has camped in her likes since the beginning of times

starlightyn: i’d do it too if i had a chance with her lmao

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y/nusername

liked by carlossainz55, landonorris, carmenmmundt and 1,134,456 others

y/nusername: as always, monaco is a beauty to race, to see and to feel 🧡 celebrations after that well fought p4 were in order

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starlightyn: NOT THE SOFT LAUNCH

scuderiayn: y’all……

estiebestieracing: oh god please just do hard launches who cares about soft launches anymore

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carlossainz55

liked by y/nusername, landonorris, carlossainzoficial and 1,024,455 others

carlossainz55: Proud of our result in the Spanish Grand Prix, extra proud because it is my home race. Thank you scuderiaferrari and time to keep the momentum in everything ❤️💪🏼

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scuderiaferrari: ❤️🍾

smoooothoperator: i never thought i’d live to see the day where THEE carlos sainz would soft launch a relationship

leclercspiano: NAH

midnightsmick: so can y/n and carlos just grow up and confirm their relationship…… we been knew why are you soft launching this

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f1waggossip

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f1waggosip: Spotted! Y/N and Carlos Sainz’ relationship is (finally) confirmed after they were pictured together in their summer vacation at Mallorca, making Y/N the newest wag and Carlos our only hab.

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norrisstarlord: FINALLY

lolurnotpierre: wow what a surprise!!!!

sainzevermore: CARLOS GIRLIES….

y/nenthusiast: YN GIRLIES….

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y/nusername

liked by carlossainz55, landonorris, mclaren and 1,567,665 others

y/nusername: since the cat was pulled out of the bag, have a good summer photo dump (i guess i should also say he’s not my boyfriend, he’s my fiancée now)

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carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: Para siempre ❤️ (forever)

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[habken]

Just wanted to say thanks for your art! I've def joined the "I simp over Habs's art style" train. This was the result of using one of your sketching vids to reference and I am kinda proud how Deku turned out! Especially the shading and eyes! Wait... fuck. No! His eyes! They're misaligned!!!

You've stilled helped me improve! So thanks so much! <3

Oh neat :D!! I’m happy my little video could help haha !

[nhlclover]

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 | 𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐉

summary: arber gets bruised from a fight during a game, leaving you frantic for answers and reassurance.

warnings: mentions of blood, fighting, semi nsfw toward the end?

word count: 0.88k

You paced around the kitchen, your phone tight in your grip. Yours and Arber's text messages open on the screen, your four consecutive texts going unanswered. The TV was now playing SportsCenter, the Habs game having ended about an hour ago.

As per usual, you spent your evening after work watching your boyfriend's hockey game. However, instead of watching a productive game including garnering an assist or a shot blocked, you watched his night come to an end earlier after he was skated off the ice following a fight at the end of the second period

Nothing much had provoked the fight, the previous period and a half being rather tame. However, after a couple of less-than-favourable games from the team as well as his time on ice being reduced, Arber’s frustrations had hit a boiling point.

Arber had laid a couple of hits but after being knocked down next to the boards, Arber charged after his attacker, cross-checking him from behind. The two of them exchanged a couple of jabs, with Arber’s opponent getting in a few more than he did resulting in a rare defeat, before they were separated by the officials. As he was skating off, the camera gave you a good look at his split brow and bruised face, blood leaking down his face and dripping onto his jersey.

You found that you stopped paying attention right at that moment, your focus solely on the wellbeing of your boyfriend. You’d seen him get in fights before but not once had you seen him get in a fight that resulted in such damage to his face. You sent a text a few minutes after watching the altercation, expecting him to reply a little later. When you didn’t get a reply, you sent another text, hoping the first one just got lost in other notifications. Normally, Arber would send you a text right after he gets out of a game, letting you know he’d be home shortly.

Almost an hour and a half after the game had ended, you heard the front door open. The sound of shoes shuffling against the hardwood in the hall echoes through the house, accompanied by the sound of his bag slumping to the floor. He finally comes around the corner, meeting you in the kitchen with a nervous expression on his face.

“Are you okay?” You ask, approaching him and examining the wound in his brow that has begun to cause his eye to swell. It’s been properly stitched up and cleaned by the medical staff.

He lets out a sigh of relief, hands settling on your waist. “I’m fine, y/n.” He says.

“Are you sure?” You ask him again.

“Yes, one hundred percent they-”

“Then what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You shout, slapping his chest.

“Ow, what the fuck?” He asks, dropping his hands from your waist and instead protecting himself.

You groan loudly, stepping away from him and pacing around the kitchen. “Why the fuck did you fight that guy?”

He sighs, pulling his beanie off and running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know…” He huffs. “I was pissed, I’m not doing jack shit when I’m on the ice. I didn’t know what else to do, I had to make an impact somehow.”

“Well, you can't just lose your temper like this every time you get upset!” You shout. “You know how stupid that was? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

“Y/n, I wouldn’t have gotten that badly hurt they wouldn’t-”

“I don’t give a shit, Arber!” You interrupt, your voice getting increasingly louder and your breath more ragged. “On top of that, you don’t even text me to say you’re okay!”

“Okay!” He stops you, coming over and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in tight. He shushes you, attempting to soothe your ragged breaths. “I’m sorry. I should’ve texted you when I got out. It’s just… you know how stressful it's been… not putting up points and not getting any ice time. It's not helping me especially when I’m trying to stay up with the Habs.”

“I know,” You say softly, nodding against his chest. You stand in his arms, your temper coming down.

“I’m sorry, again.” He says.

“I know, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have been that upset.” You reply.

“No you had every right, I shouldn’t do stupid shit like that.” He says. You chuckle softly, leaning back and eyeing his wounds once more. You wince at them, knowing they’ll be much worse in the morning.

“I hope I didn’t piss you off too much,” Arber says. You give him a look and Arber can read it. However, Arber plays dumb. “What’s that look on your face?”

“You know. Don’t make me spell it out for you.” You say, running a hand through his hair.

“No, I don’t. I think the fight knocked out a few brain cells.” Arber said, feigning confusion.

You rolled your eyes, going up on your tip toes to bring your lips to his ear. “You know I want you.” You say in a whisper.

A smirk pulls on his lip. Arber bends down, picking you up, and throwing you over his shoulder. You squeal, feet kicking, as he walks down the hall to your bedroom.

[nycbaby21]

BFF's Brother's BFF

prompt: Trevor has a thing for Quinn's best friend

word count: 3,056

warnings: mentions throwing up

“You got everything,” Quinn asks closing the trunk of the car. I give him and nod and follow him up the driveway and to the lakehouse. This is my first year as a guest here, it only took months of begging Q for him to invite me. We met on a blind date set up by Brock that ended up just not working out. In just a few short weeks he had become my very best friend. I knew the reason he wasn’t over the moon about me being here had nothing to do with me, and all to do with his brothers and friends. 

He warned me that the guys were a lot and that if any of them did or said anything to let him know. Quinn very quickly settled into the role of big brother in my life, he could just be a tad overprotective. My thoughts were interrupted by yelling and a loud thud. I shoot him a look and he just shrugs and rolls his eyes. “Still wanna spend two weeks here with these idiots,” he asks opening the door and letting me step in first. 

It takes the guys a second to notice us, but when they do the room becomes eerily quiet. One of them smacked another,” Jack you didn’t say Quinner was bringing a girl home.” Quinn puts a hand on the small of my back and leads us to the staircase,” ignore them.” I take one more look at the couch full of guys and they all watch us go up the stairs. “Here we are,” he says ushering me into a room. After doing a quick look around I noticed a few framed pictures on the dresser. Dropping my bag on the bed, I pick up a picture of the three Hughes boys when they were younger. “Q you were so cute,” I gush showing him the picture. “What like I’m not now,” he jokes which results in me throwing a pillow at him.

“Sorry we have to share a room, it’s just I had no idea they were gonna stay longer,” he started but I quickly cut him off. “Quinn it’s fine. It’s not like it will be the first time we have shared a bed before. It may be the first time when we are both sober though,” I laugh and start unpacking some of my things. “Depending on how these goofs act I may not be sober tonight,” he sighs walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. “I’ll be out in a minute,” he yells. “Okay sounds good,” I yell back. After thirty seconds I am bored and decide to check out the rest of the house. 

My steps on the stairs alert the packed living room and nine heads all snap in my direction. I give them a smile and walk into the room settling on the floor next to a guy wearing a habs hat. “So what are you guys playing,” I ask looking over at them. “Mario Kart. I’m Cole by the way. I’m one of Jack’s friends,” the boy next to me says holding his hand out and I give it a gentle shake. “I don’t know if Quinn told you but I’m Y/n,” I say more to the group. “He in fact did not,” the guy behind me said and I leaned my head backwards to see his face. He gives me a wide smile which I return. Even upside down, he was cute.

“Uhm no ma’am. Nope. Not happening,” Quinn says coming into the room and making a beeline for me. “What did I do,” I ask confused. “It’s not you. Quinn and Z have a love-hate relationship,” Jack laughs. “Yeah Trev loves Quinn and Quinn loves to hate Trev,” Luke jokes causing the whole room to erupt in laughter. “Trevor move,” Quinn says standing waiting beside the couch giving him a stern dad look. Laughing and rolling his eyes Trevor does get up and move but not before leaning down and whispering,” We will continue this later,” followed by a small wink. 

“No, you won’t. Anyway, Y/n these are the idiots you will be coexisting with the next two weeks. You already know Jack and Luke. This is Alex, Cole, Mark, Ethan, Dylan, and Mackie. And I see you’ve already met Trevor,” he sighs. Even though he may act like it, I can see a brotherly type of love between the two. After a couple more rounds of the game, we all decide to head outside and hang out. “C’mon Mackie be my partner,” Mark whines looking at the curly-haired boy who just laughs. “No way. Do you remember the last time we teamed up in beer pong,” he asked the tall blonde. Mark gives him a very confused face and shakes his head no.”Exactly. We were too drunk to remember because you suck.”

“I’ll be your partner. That is if that is okay with you,” I say walking up to the table. “Really,” he asks excitedly. I have enough time to nod my head once before he pulls me into a bear hug. I laugh and wrap my arms around him hugging him back. “You’ll have to excuse Mark. His love language is physical touch,” Ethan says coming up and standing by us. “No problem. Mine is too. It’s nice to be around someone else because it takes almost everything to get Quinny to cuddle with me,” I joke staying tucked into Mark’s side, more like trapped but I didn’t complain. “Whatever,” I hear Quinn grumbled from one of the lawn chairs near the table. I give him and smile and wink at him. He laughs along with Alex, Cole, and Jack who are all seated near him.

“Okay so me and Duker versus Y/n and Mark,” Luke says setting up the cups. I’m handed the ball first because “ladies first.” I laughed at a bunch of college hockey players being so persistent on the rule. Lining up my shot I take a deep breath and sink the ball into the red plastic cup. Everyone gives me a shocked look, except Quinn and Mark. Q knew that I was good at this and Mark was just happy about maybe winning a game for once. “She literally went to a party college,” my best friend points out. “Why didn’t you tell us that before,” Luke groans drinking the warm beer from the cup. There was no telling how long they had sat in the hot sun before we started the game. His older brother sent him a shrug,” You didn’t ask.”

After several scores from both sides, it was time for hopefully the final shot. Duker and Luke had two cups left in front of Mark and me, while we had one cup in front of them. Mark stands behind me and gives my shoulders a rub like a coach would his prized boxer. I couldn’t help but laugh at the younger boy who shushed me. “Hey, this is important Y/n. I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I have won one of these games,” he starts out with a serious face and then lets out one of the loudest laughs I have ever heard. Ignoring all the guys I move forward to take my shot and sink yet another ball. 

The cheering would have made you think someone had won the Stanley Cup. I am quickly picked up and swung around. “You are my permanent partner,” Mark jokes finally putting me down. “What about when school starts back,” I ask laughing at the boy. “You’ll just have to come back with me. You can take my room I’ll sleep on the couch.” I shake my head at him,” All to win a game of beer pong.”

After winning two more games I excuse myself from the guys and walk towards the house. I stop by Quinn on the way,” You need another beer while I’m up.” He just nods and gives me a smile while still listening to Cole tell a story. Stepping inside I head to the kitchen where I see Trevor sitting on the counter eating a piece of watermelon. “You plan on sharing that or just hiding in here eating it all,” I laugh scaring him. “Shit. You scared me I didn’t hear you come in,” he says putting down the fruit and placing a head on his heart. I roll my eyes at his dramatics and walk to the fridge grabbing out a drink for me and Quinn’s beer. Turning around I walk towards the counter Trevor is on and lean against it.

“I guess I’ll share with you. But just don’t tell the guys because it will be gone in like 0.2 seconds,” he laughs and his bright blue eyes crinkle when he does. I take a small piece from him and pop it into my mouth. “Oh my god. This is so good,” I almost let out a moan at how sweet it was. “Right. It has got to be like the top ten I have ever had,” he says handing me another. “More like top three,” I smile up at him. After staring at him for a second I nod my head towards the door,” I should get Q his drink before he sends a search party.” He nods and slides off the counter moving to hold open the back door for me. “Why thank you, kind sir,” I say with a terrible British accent. “What kind of gentlemen would I be if I let a pretty girl hold her own door,” he smiles down at me. 

Red rushes onto my cheeks as we make our way to join the group at the firepit. Quinn spots us walking up and pats the seat next to him. “Here you go,” I say passing him his beer while making eye contact with Trevor who was sitting directly across from me. “So Y/n you never told us how you and doofus met,” Jack smiles at his brother before turning his attention to me. I immediately laugh and try to cover it with my hand before anyone hears it. “Don’t you dare,” Quinn looks down at me and pinches my calves that are thrown over his legs. “C’mon Quinny. It’s not that bad. We’ve talked about this,” I tell him rubbing his arm. “Oh now we have to know,” Duker says leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees all zoned in.

I glance at Quinn, who is hiding his face behind his hands. “I live in the same apartment building as Brock right? So one day he told me about this teammate he has that he wanted to set me up with,” I started and was cut off by the oohing and ahhing of everyone around us. “Anyway he sets up the date and tells me when and where to meet Q. Everything was going fine, he was a total gentleman, made me laugh, and all that cutesy shit. After that is when it went downhill,” I say while locking eyes with my best friend, silently asking if I could continue. He nods and rolls his eyes preparing for the bullying.

“So we were walking around this park and all of a sudden I noticed Quinn stop. I turn around and see that he is super pale-looking and sweaty. As I reached up to feel his forehead, he tried to stop me from getting too close but it was too late. He puked all over my legs and shoes,” I laughed remembering the look on his face when he finally stopped. He was so sad and embarrassed. “I ended up taking him back to his place and taking care of them for the whole night and most of the next day,” I finish my story taking a sip of my drink. “Them,” Ethan asked from beside me. “Oh yeah, it ended up being some kind of bug that was going around the team. He and Petey were all miserable in their room while Brock was all laid out on the couch. Three grown men who were acting like babies,” I joke nudging Quinn with my foot. 

After five minutes of laughter and chirping from the guys Quinn finally stops them. “Okay okay, I get it. I ruined a date with a pretty girl by throwing up on her,” he sighed. “But you got a new best friend out of it,” I smile. He nods his head,” Yeah any person who will take care of a guy she just met who also puked on her is best friend material,” he jokes. “You are way too good of a person,” Alex says causing a chorus of agreement. “Seriously. I probably would have left him in the street,” Luke laughs. I shake my head at the guys. “Well if we are telling bad first date stories, let me tell you guys about Mackie’s last date,” Ethan laughs trying to take some of the heat off Q. I reach over and give his hand a squeeze as a silent thank you.

Slowly everyone started to turn in, leaving only Jack, Trevor, and I outside. “You know what. I’m glad my brother puked on you,” Jack exclaims swaying as he stands up. I lean forward in case he falls, he had just a few too many tonight. “Oh really why is that,” I ask watching the brunette slowly stumble towards the house. “Because without it we wouldn’t have met you duh,” he yells from the porch and says goodnight. Trev and I share a look and burst out laughing. “Oh my gosh, he was so far gone,” I say getting up and moving to the seat Jack had just left, right next to the ducks player. He turns in his chair to look at me better. “That is nothing. You should have seen him at his 21st,” he says telling me all about how they had to talk the cop out of arresting Jack for petting a police horse while drunk.

The later that we stayed outside the cooler it got. The fire was starting to die down but the conversation wasn’t. I was learning that Trevor was a really easy person to talk to and I was really enjoying getting to know him. I shiver and I lean down and set my drink on the ground wrapping my arms around myself. “You cold,” he asks concerned. “A little but it’s fine. I’m pretty much always cold. Ask Quinn he keeps blankets and jackets everywhere so he doesn’t have to hear me complain,” I try to laugh off the shivers. He leans forward shrugs off his Team USA hoodie and holds it out towards me. “No Trev I can’t take this. I don’t want you to get cold,” I say lightly pushing it back to him, “Either you put it on or I’m putting it on for you.” I think about his words almost telling him to do it, but hearing a small voice in the back of my head telling me this was a bad idea. The voice sounded a lot like Quinn's. 

“You know I’m really glad Q brought you,” he says looking out towards the dock and watching the water. “Yeah me too,” I smile at him. “You know even though he gives you a hard time he really does love you,” I say standing up and stretching. “Yeah,” he asks following suit and standing up checking the fire for any embers. “Totally. He gets so excited when you come to town and play him. Also, he talks about you just like he does Jack and Luke,” I confess as we walk into the house. “I don’t have an older brother, I’m the oldest. So he has kinda become that for me,” he whispers as we make our way into the kitchen throwing the empty bottles away from tonight.

“Yeah me too. He’s my best friend but he looks out for me like an older brother,” I say quietly washing the few dishes from dinner. Trevor slides in next to me bumping my hips with his as he takes them from me to dry. “So hypothetically if I wanted to see you again maybe when I come to town and play Q again what would you say to that,” he asks looking down at me. His eyes look even prettier in the dim kitchen light above the sink. “Hypothetically I would wonder why we have to wait that long when I am here now for two weeks,” I smile. He blushes and nods. “But that’s only hypothetical of course,” I lean up and give his cheek a small peck, then turn to walk upstairs. “Goodnight Trev,” I say turning around to see him in the same spot I left him in. “Goodnight,” he whispered almost too low for me to hear it.

I make my way into the room and climb into bed next to Quinn. He shifts in his sleep and throws an arm out pulling me into his chest and cuddling. I can’t help but smile at him and just let it happen, “Thank you for coming. The guys all really like you. Mom’s already texted asking to come down to meet you because of Jack and Luke’s praise,” his voice deep with sleep. “It would be an honor to meet Queen Ellen. I have so many questions,” I laugh into his chest falling asleep.

The next morning I wake up and head downstairs coming into the kitchen. “Morning,” I say to a room full of half-asleep hockey players. “Morning Y/n. Hey, who’s hoodie is that,” Quinn asks coming over to where I sat at the counter and handing me a cup of coffee. “Yours,” I respond with a quick glance to Trevor. “No. Mine is back in Van remember Milo used it as a chewing toy. His eyes look down at the hoodie and then over to the table. “Oh my gosh Y/n. Of all people Trevor seriously,” he whines hitting his head against the fridge lightly before looking up at me. “Guess you’ll be seeing a lot more of me during the year Quinny,” Trevor says walking over and throwing an arm around the Canuck’s player.

[unsanitarystation]

God Minimus fucking Roddy's pee hole with his tiny turbofox spike.... He should knot it too

Minimus is in a rut and cleared his schedule to lock himself in his hab for the week, plenty of time for him to wear himself out and recover in time for his duties, all approved by Megatron, he's so on top of it. Rodimus apparently didn't get the memo (didn't read it really) and overrides Minimus' door locks to get in. He can barely get past the doorframe before Minimus is lunging at him, pinning him to the floor and scratching at his interface panels.

Rodimus is still pretty into it, Minimus wants him so bad he can't control himself, it's super hot. He opens his panels before Minimus really starts denting his plates and opens his legs, ready for a good hard frag. He nearly screams when his piss hole is suddenly filled, he was not ready for that. Minimus is so blind by his rut, he knows Rodimus has a nice tight hole he's already marked with his scent, that's his hole for this exact purpose.

Minimus is not gentle on Rodimus' poor hole. He's squealing and crying and desperately rubbing his node. It burns his array how hard Minimus is using him, he can feel Minimus' sharp little claws digging into his plating, he never would have thought it could feel so good. He lets out a painful moan when he feels a bigger intrusion to his waste port. It's bigger than when he shoved a finger into his port and slips his knuckle in, it feels bigger than any of his sounding toys, and it's pulsing. Minimus is shooting his load so deep into Rodimus, it's such a strange arousing sensation.

He's ready for Minimus' to pull out once he felt the minibot finish, but to Rodimus' shock, when he tries to move Minimus growls at him. He shifted his hips and wound up getting bit right in his neck cables, pinned back to the floor and whining so sweetly. He felt Minimus' spike shift slightly when he moved his hips, something had to be wrong. Minimus wasn't pulling out, if anything it felt like the mini was deeper in his hole. He was gaped open so big, and his port was so full. Eventually Minimus would pull out right?

An hour went by, Minimus was still locked into his waste port. Rodimus was shaking and his optics were slightly teary. The problem wasn't that he wasn't enjoying it anymore, the trouble was he now had to pee so badly, but he was blocked up by Minimus' fat knot. If he squirmed and jerked just right he could get a drop of waste fluid to squeeze out around the knot, but it just resulted in more biting and a more desperate full bladder. Rodimus was crying and begging for Minimus to let him piss, he needed it so badly. Minimus had very little control over his knot and when it would go down, so he just settled over Rodimus, rubbing his swelling abdominal plating gently.

When Minimus could finally squeeze his knot out of Rodimus, he started to pull out slowly and gently. Rodimus was too eager when he felt any sort of give, so he pulled back against Minimus' spike, separating them with a pop and a groan. Minimus could hardly get out of the way as Rodimus pissed all over himself and Minimus' floor. He was crying with relief, and he seemed to be back on his node. It felt good to be stuffed, it felt even better to be empty. Minimus just stood over Rodimus, one pede planted over his piss swollen belly. He applied pressure, which made Rodimus leak more much faster. Rodimus cried and pleaded for Minimus to empty him and fill him again, sounding absolutely delirious from the pleasure. Minimus pulled his spike back out and aimed at Rodimus' valve, letting his own backed up waste fluid out all over that sloppy valve. Rodimus overloaded into his puddle, laying limp as Minimus marked him. This was what he got for not reading Minimus' updates, now he's stuck in the SIC's room to wear out his rut all week.

Oh lord I have not considered knotting the pee hole... That's so hot.

Poor Rodimus... I love it when he bites off more than he can chew, though. By the time Minimus is done with him, Roddy's pee hole is so stretched out from all the knotting that it probably takes a few weeks before he can hold in his piss again...

[cozzzynook]

I would die for a more long form rodi mpreg story. He's just made for getting preggo

He is. He really is made for getting sparked.

I have a long Roddy mechpreg story in my drafts but its incomplete and its angsty with hurt/comfort.

But i will say in this moment that Rodimus getting sparked would crush him.

He’s terrified to carry, terrified of the what the mech’s he frags will say if they find out and he’s terrified of fragging up his own creation.

He doesn’t feel safe in his own frame, he doesn’t feel safe on his own planet and he barely feels safe on his ship after onlining every solar cycle.

Rodimus definitely cries static tears with every moment he’s alone and he hides himself a lot when he realizes he’s sparked.

He doesn’t come out to the brig on his regular shift, instead he chooses the dead shift where nothing happens and its completely quiet. He stays in his hab all day not bothering to talk to anybot on board because he’s frustrated his two baffles failed him and that he may need more in the future.

He doesn’t even want to see a medic yet because the crew is nosey and they’ll talk and he wants this to be kept secret for as long as physically possible. He knows thats not going to work since their kind carry for years on end but he’s hopeful he won’t a sparkling bump early on yet he knows his frame and he knows he can feel the tiny press of his protoform against the layer of metal on his tanks and he feels himself crying all over again because this means he either has a lot of sparklings gestating or he’s been sparked longer than he’s been aware of.

He knows he can’t realistically not have a medic look at him on the off chance he’s wrong and it’s something else so he has First Aid take a look at him on his break during the dead shift and he breaks down almost going into a spark flutter flux if not for First aid sedating him.

When he onlines he’s thankfully back in his hab with First Aid telling him he was excused of his shift with a doctors note and that Rodimus wasn’t actually far along in his carrying when First Aid checked. The medibot gave him the run down of his carrying process.

His frame was sensitive to carrying and wouldn’t take well to a new spark removal. His own spark was dysfunctional which is why he started having a spark flutter flux even though he’d taken his medication earlier that cycle. First Aid informed him that his carrying would have to be closely monitored since he had a dysfunctional spark especially if he wasn’t getting an occasional transfluid donation.

His frame was built to carry sparks all on its own without the constant need of transfluid like typical bots would require. Most bots merged sparks to result in a sparkling, some with plug arrays would remain inserted in one another with their sparks out to result in sparklings. Once the sparkling could survive the transfer of their carriers spark to their protoform that the sire builds from the raw unfiltered materials of their home world. Of course there used to be hot spots that would appear and deliver the spark of a bitty, the bot who decides to become their creator would dig near the hot spot until the bitty’s frame was found and then it would be placed inside.

Those were all typical, normal types of carrying for cybertronians. Mechs and femmes have been keeping their species alive for billions of years through this method. So it was only natural they found carriers who could gestate from merged sparks that dropped into their tanks or transfluid alone that built a sparkling in their tanks as abnormal and a disgusting dysfunction that should be snuffed out and wiped from their history.

Cybertronians have a history of disliking organic species and means and while Rodimus isn’t fond of certain organic traits like parasites that need a host or how easy it is to kill them.

For a while he hated organics because he knew he could never carry a sparkling like his frame wanted during his heats. He never spent them with any mech. He simply hid himself and was able to play it off as intense frame exhaustion due to speedsters needing a lot of rest. He also could play it off as his spark flutters becoming intense with the war brewing before everything kick started. Once war emerged everyone had a spark baffle put in but since First Aid knew about his dysfunction he put in two because tank carrying bots were extremely fertile and neither could risk the harm it would potentially cause his spark.

Of course with war going on stress was a norm, so the risk was ten times higher. But now that war was no longer happening and his spark was no longer under constant duress there was significantly leas risk. Sparked at war would’ve offlined him but now sparked on their quest that truly became forever, his risk was in his normal danger zone.

“Rodimus..I’m sorry but..you know I can’t remove the sparkling…its no longer in your spark. For normal bots that wouldn’t be a problem since its still so early but since you carry like an organic and have spark flutters…it could kill you. If we were on cybertron I could do it…but…”

There was no way they could return to their home world. Not when they all petitioned and pulled so many strings to keep themselves on the lost light and be allowed their freedom to roam. Well, they technically could return to cybertron…so long as the emergency met the guidelines placed for a necessary return. But their captain wanting to get rid of a new spark that was forming in his gestation tank is not one of them.

“Fuck,” he sobbed turning his helm to look at the empty space where he finally noticed a tray where two large array sized protoform silk linings were exposed.

“No…no no no no,” he began to sit up and panic again. Everything was all too real now. His specialized baffles were gone and sitting on a med tray where he could see them and his array was numbed from the gel First Aid used on him to remove them.

There was a heavy gauze binding circled around his tanks to read the vitals of his sparkling and the monitor plugged into his arm line began to steadily pump out calming fluid.

“Rodimus please you have to calm down. I know this is something you never wanted but its here now and I know you’re afraid but we can figure something out.”

“Figure something out?! There is nothing to figure out! I’ll be kicked off the ship for this! No one likes a bot that has an organic trait! No one! No one will want me or the sparkling cursed to come from me! I’m fucked!”

He had no choice but to drop his whole frame against the nest of his berth when the drugs kicked into his systems and First Aid held him down the moment he gasped in pain.

“Fuck,” he sobbed into his servos, shoulders shaking and spark flickering. First Aid immediately gave him a heavier dose of calmer. He was beginning to feel himself slip into recharge when his hab door was opened with the override code and a blurry flash of Drift and Ratchet trying to rush into his hab before First Aid pushed them out left him to recharge fitfully.

“What’s going on First Aid? Whats wrong with Roddy?”

“What happened to the kid? Was his exhaustion that bad?”

“Patients rights I can’t divulge anything,” the worried and rushed tone he used didn’t feel right to the two. If it were something as simple as speedster exhaustion First Aid would’ve been able to tell them. But that wasn’t it, this was something more.

“Was it his spark flutters again?!”

That made Drift panic. He always panicked when it came to Rodimus’s spark condition and try as he may Ratchet couldn’t help but feel frightened as well.

It hasn’t been long by their species standard of knowing Rodimus had a dysfunction with his spark. A few hundred years isn’t much since they’ve all known each other for four million.

Rodimus was adamant in only letting First Aid work on him especially when they started sleeping together on and off during the war before coming to the lost light. It was during the lost light Rodimus truly joined their relationship and even then he was still secretive about his health much to their dismay.

“I’m sorry but I can’t tell you. Patient privilege.”

That was not something either of them wanted to hear and since neither had begun conjunx ritus with Rodimus they couldn’t get the status of his condition.

“First Aid! Damnit you know we plan to court him just let us see him!”

The words are forceful and low in tone as Drift struggled to remain calm. Ratchet understands. He does. But he also understands First Aid and Rodimus need for privacy. The mech was not open like many believed and the flame speedster was so easily scared away and frightened when it came to emotional matters a little worse than himself and Drift when he was Deadlock.

Though he had to give the kid credit because they were all still hard at letting others in.

“Tell us when he wakes?”

He sets an arm around Drifts waist and pulls him to his frame and the action gets the sought out reaction of silence.

“If he wants me to.”

First Aid looks between both of them and slips back inside Rodimus hab facing them before putting in the medical override lock so none can enter in.

The action makes Drift’s engine and cords growl, his servos are just itching to unsheathe his claws and Ratchet has to remind him, “First aid is on the other side with him. He’s a capable mech I trained myself. If it gets to be too much and he needs assistance he will reach out to myself or another medic. Rodimus is safe. I prefer him under our care but…First Aid is just as good.”

“But Ratty—”

“I know, Drift..I know..”

And Drift can’t argue because the bond they share feels the exact same. They’re both worried about Rodimus and while Drift is showing his emotions openly Ratchet is keeping them beneath the surface as usual.

“I hate it when you’re right.”

“So do I.”

Things were tense for a couple of days around the ship.

Rodimus’s text commed announcement of working the dead shift permanently along with working from his office and hab essentially switching himself from being front and center co captain to having Megatron be the front center co captain was not something they ever expected. Drift and Ratchet were completely thrown off and ready to barge into their speedsters room to have a word with him and demand what was going on with him.

Megatron himself was floored by this sudden change in position as well as his conjunx Minimus who both were able to use their positions among the crew to finally learn the secrets their friend and captain were hiding.

It was no longer a secret among them that Rodimus had a spark condition but it was shocking to learn he was sparked and the type of carrier he is.

Understandably they knew why Rodimus and even First Aid were adamant on keeping Rodimus’s current condition a secret. They were all online for the era of organic type carriers being labeled a dysfunction and deemed a necessary eradication until most left off world or were offlined.

They were familial with their crew but even family can turn on you once you possessed something they deemed filth or unsightly.

“You cannot remain in here and our office for the remainder of your carrying Rodimus. For the sake of your health and the sparklings you need to roam. You must stretch your pedes and go off ship even when you begin to show more than currently.”

Rodimus hated how right Minimus was.

“My love is correct Rodimus. Your fears are more than sound but so is my love and First Aid who has already filled us in when you were recharging. I don’t know the current status of your relationship with Drift and the medic but I’m quite sure they love you enough to protect and defend you as we will in such a vulnerable state.”

And that…that had Rodimus leaking from his optics and covering his face plates.

“Stop..”

Minimus gave his conjunx a worried glance that turned to him resting a servo on Rodimus’s shoulder plating. The action made the berth bound mech shift away a little but where Minimus backed off Megatron did not.

“As your friend…let the two in..I doubt they’ll turn you away. Not all of us believe in the draconian thinking of our old society. They wish to conjunx you Rodimus, let them.”

His sobs didn’t lessen and his outlier was sparking at his flux of emotions making small flames spurt from his pipes and intake as he showed his friends and First Aid his pathetic state.

“But..if me and my spark are proven wrong, which I highly doubt, if the medic and Drift do not defend you and the sparkling. Then I’m more than certain my arm canon and previous history will more than deter any bigot mech aboard the ship.”

“The sentiment is most certainly shared,” Minimus easily declared as his red optics gazed towards the door.

“I believe we have company.”

That made Megatron turn frame and stalk towards the door with terrifying silence a mech his size shouldn’t be capable of.

He rushed the door open to reveal a worried Drift and Ratchet who were trying to override the medical code. Well, Drift was trying to override the code, Ratchet was about to knock so when Drift overrides it they can at least give Rodimus a small warning.

Seeing the large mech blocking Rodimus and the two bots they can feel inside makes the two nervous but neither back down.

“Megatron.”

“Medic.”

“Enough. Let us through to see him.”

The edge in his tone was quickly shifting from Drift to his former days as Deadlock.

“Unless Rodimus deems it, I won’t be moving.”

And Drift is practically ready to fight his old boss when a voice so unlike the mech they’re used to sounds from behind the hulking wall of steel that was a mech.

“I’ll..I’ll talk to you guys later, okay?”

“Kid…whatever it is..let us help.”

“Let us in Roddy. I promise, whatever it is you’re thinking..we won’t turn you away..we’ll never turn you away.”

That made the mech sob with a fresh bout of tears springing from his optics and he hated it. He knew it was both himself and his emotive field hopped up on excess feelings and neurons because of the sparkling and it didn’t make him feel any better. He just wanted this to be over and to stop crying.

“Please Roddy? Stop shutting us out.”

“We’ve long forgiven the past kid. You don’t have to do whatever this is alone because you think you deserve to suffer in silence. You don’t kid.”

It feels like theres more Ratchet wants to say and the fear of hearing any more sweet words come from either of the mechs only to be crushed at them hating him for something he cannot control and it breaks him.

But..

On the off chance their words are true and he caused them more pain than they ever deserved..he didn’t want to be complicated and make things hard. So maybe.

Maybe.

“You can let them in…can we get a moment alone?”

Minimus was reluctant to leave Rodimus, he hated to admit it but the mech so often pulled on his carrier instincts he was glad his conjunx placed a servo on him and ushered him gently to the door.

“Comm us if you need anything.”

He wasn’t going to give Drift or Ratchet dirty looks nor was he implying anything. He just couldn’t help but be concerned for the younger who was probably still lost inside his own mixture of sparkling flare of emotions.

A quiet but deeply appreciative thank you from Rodimus and the two were gone.

First Aid was busy checking over Rodimus and the wrap he wanted kept around Rodimus.

“I’m going to be in the med bay. Your vitals are on my reader and if anything happens I’m coming straight back.”

“I’m right here Aid,” Ratchet was gruff but they could tell he was nervous.

First Aid rolled his optics behind the mask and it helped break the tension a little.

“Rodimus?”

“Its fine,” the mech finally rubbed his face plates, glancing at them looking more tired than they’ve ever seen him.

“Roddy whats going on?”

Drift was not one to beat around the bush or feel weird getting close in Rodimus space holding onto him.

“I uh..my spark is fine,” he spoke to which First Aid nodded and walked off heading to the med bay to most likely get some much needed rest.

An optic ridge raise from Ratchet and Rodimus was looking to the side. He wasn’t entirely in the right frame of mind to see it coming but Drift gently turning him so they could hold optics was a surprise but frighteningly more than welcome.

He felt soft callous servos touching his chassis and he didn’t protest when the protectant was opened enough to reveal his spark and with careful inspection still held by Drift who was not planning on letting him go anytime soon, Rodimus let the silence stretch and consume him.

He was more than wiling to stay like this so he didn’t have to tell them the inevitable truth but Rodimus knew just looking at the two who were careful about touching him, keeping him close so he can’t run off—not that he could even try they’d grab him and it would he a while before his valve and modesty platings healed from the baffle extraction. He owed it to them, the truth of his frame and who they seek to conjunx.

“Your spark is strained kid, lay back, try to vent. Thats it, easy,” Drift helped lower Rodimus back into the pillows on his berth. It really did feel good to relax into the warmth but he felt more vulnerable here. He never liked being viewed as soft metal.

“First Aid did a good job of fixing you up but I’d like to take a look at the work he did to your panels and tanks,” Ratchet shook his helm at Rodimus’s fright filled optics.

“It’s okay kid no need to lie to me. I won’t judge and if you don’t want me to look I won’t.”

Drift looked frightened and it was something Rodimus couldn’t handle seeing on the beautiful mechs face.

“My spark is fine, its just from the stress my frame is in and emotional distress,” he was looking away from them and Drift turning his chin so he would look at them made him want to cry which pissed him off all over again.

“Roddy you already,” a hand on Drifts shoulder has the swords mech quiet and Ratchets solemn gaze tells him to listen, so he does.

“My frame..is the problem..its not..I was forged a little different..the wrong kind of different..”

The two looked ready to tell him he was wrong when he shifted his optics off to the side.

“Aid had to take both of them out. Its why my panels and tanks are covered. For my frame putting it in the arm wouldn’t work. It had to be directly inside to make sure nothing would take.”

The silence stretched on and he closed his optics to get it over with.

“He had to go inside my valve to take out my sparkling baffles…they were um…they were a worn down. I have high fertility so one in the arm isn’t enough. I needed two, one in my valve and the other in my forge to keep from getting sparked. Its why my panels and tanks are wrapped…”

There was a dawning realization happening on Ratchets face plates and Rodimus wished he hadn’t made optic connection.

“Turns out I need more than two or maybe its because they were worn or my frame just hates me.”

“Roddy..are you,” dawning realization was gripping Drifts face plates and Rodimus was afraid to see the rejection he feared.

“Kid, are you sparked?”

“Yeah…I just knew. When my frame didn’t feel right and everything just felt..more? I knew then I was sparked. I held out for a while in telling First Aid but after a while when my plating shifted out I knew I needed full confirmation. Just in case it was something else..I was hoping it was, but.”

He felt his frame grow hot and he refused to shed anymore tears no matter how much they fought against him.

“I’m so sorry..This was never supposed to happen..”

“Kid..” the out of ventilation huff that came from Ratchet made both the speedsters look towards him. Ratchet slid onto the berth pulling Rodimus into a tight hug.

“Kid you didn’t..you never…you haven’t done anything wrong. You aren’t wrong. They were wrong. Those functionalists. Not you kid. Not you.”

Drift was putting the pieces together and he hated what he found.

Ratchet understood, of course he did.

He was there when functionalists told them to report all bots with tanks that housed sparklings. Deeming it unnatural and a terrible biomechanical detriment to their species. When in reality it was just another form of reproduction that could’ve saved them from the lack of new sparks long before the war even began.

He kicked off any mech and femme that accepted such archaic thinking and found ways to send tank carrying mechs and femmes off world so they wouldn’t be offlined.

Ratchet understood his fear, his tears, the reason he was so hesitant beyond regular carrying fears. He had a right to be. All those bots sparks snuffed out due to idiotic and hateful thinking. He hated it and he hated he never knew Rodimus had to live with this for so long without having anyone to turn to.

“Oh roddy..”

He knew his conjunx would feel the same as he did.

He shifted so himself and Drift could wrap Rodimus in their frames and em fields. The swords mech had seen plenty in his life and the medic had no doubt he was more than aware of why Rodimus feared telling them.

“Nothing could ever stop us from loving you,” Drift spoke in a tone neither had heard before. It was vulnerable, afraid, pushing the rage beneath the surface so he didn’t retract his claws out of anger. He wanted to hurt the people who made Rodimus have to fear alone. He’s reminded all over again why he chose the decepticons at the beginning of the war and it makes him upset all over again that they had to find peace by leaving their home planet on a ship.

“I didn’t…I’m sorry,” Rodimus sobbed frustrated, “I can’t stop crying and I didn’t mean for this to happen. I never wanted you to find out I was this dysfunctional. First aid can’t get rid of them, not without us being on cybertron. But we can’t go back unless it’s an emergency. I didn’t mean for this to happen..oh my gosh I’m gonna have a sparkling and they’ll be hated just like I was for this. Fuck.”

Rodimus wishes it would stop hitting him like this, the reality of it all.

He was going to have a sparkling and his sparkling would be different, just like how he was different. No one would want to touch or play with him when he was a bitty growing up because he came from a tank much like his sparkling would. He didn’t grow up with his creators past a certain age but he does remember them being red and a different build than him.

He remembers his creators color scheme. Red, black and gray with servos so calloused and warm they instantly put him into recharge. He never knew his sire but he remembers feeling like all he needed was his carrier who made sure he got enough energon even if it meant them going without. He remembers hiding some and slipping it down his creators intake when they were asleep. He tried to take care of his creator too but mechs he can’t remember took him away while his creator cried on his knees reaching out to him.

“I don’t..I want them so badly..but I’m so scared. I’m so scared someone will take them away like they took me. What if they emerge like me? With a fragged spark and carrying in the tank? What if someone offlines them because they hate how they’re emerged? Someone on board could kill me before I even have them. Frag, I should’ve never opened my panels.”

There was a sharp grip on his cheeks and chin as soon as the words left his dermas.

He expected Drift to be outraged by what he said not Ratchet.

“Shut up.”

“Rodimus. We won’t let any bot in this universe or the next touch you or our sparkling.”

The growl coming from Drifts throat and Ratchets engine had him startled.

He was hoping desperately neither could tell he felt charged by the spark felt primal display and emotions before him. He shifted his legs a bit mindful of his sore and tender valve and plating that urged him to stop moving as slick gushed onto his bandages.

‘Stupid neurons chill out.’

“We won’t let any harm come to you or our sparkling Rodimus. You aren’t alone anymore. We’re not going anywhere.”

Rodimus couldn’t remember the last time he heard Drift say his designation but he remembers how much he likes it.

“It’s a surprise but not an unwelcome one. We wanted to court you first kid. Go through the rites and conjunx you before sparking ya. We wanted sparklings for a long time now, judging from some of your words you do too. And now, thanks to you, we all finally have one.”

The smile on Ratchets face is small but its sincere. Its the same he gives Drift and its the same he’s been giving Rodimus for a very very long time.

He can see he was just too clouded to fully see it.

“You’re okay with this? With me?”

“Always Roddy,” “Always Kid.”

He shut his optics and leaned his helm against Drift and Ratchets shoulder plating for just a nano klik.

He felt the two shift and soon he was laid back down with both of them carefully laying besides him.

He gave Ratchet permission to check his panels and the condition of their sparkling. He figured everything was fine since First Aid hadn’t come back and he was proven correct after Ratchets assessment.

He was glad to have Drift laying beside him keeping him grounded as Ratchet checked him over. He was actually happy when Ratchet laid down beside him and explained what stage he believed their sparkling to be at. How so far the sparkling was healthy but he needed rest and fluids along with oil because the stress taxed his frame.

He had never imagined he would feel…okay, with his servo resting on his tanks where his sparkling resided.

The moment he moved his hand Ratchet and Drift were diving for a feel and he laughed at how focused Drift’s face was, not to mention how stern Ratchet looked as he rubbed his tanks compared to how soft his em field felt.

He doesn’t remember closing his optics and falling into recharge. He was so exhausted he’s surprised he managed to stay awake as long as he did.

Drift and Ratchet didn’t move from beside him as he slept. They kept their servos on his tanks and their audials tuned to all their sparks as he they too closed their optics lulled to the steady hum and fields surrounding them.

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I love a good mechpreg angst.

[bexfangirlforlife]

Ich hab die letzten Jahre meist im "tatort saarbrücken" tag gelivebloggt, aber bin auch ab und an rüber zu spatort gejumpt...

[ouroboros-hideout]

HEARTLESS

Vlad Volkov 03/???

Bist du ohne Herz geboren Oder hast du es verloren? Hat man es gebrochen? Von fremder Hand gestochen? Einfach so verschwunden? Hab gesucht und nichts gefunden Alle Tage Leid und Schmerz Du hast kein Herz

Some lore under the cut. And a b/w version, because I can't escape the noir.

Vlad is known and respected for achieving his mission by any means necessary, regardless of the consequences. Even death cannot stop him. During his career with the police, the KGB and the SovOil Secret Police, he lost his life three times and has been brought back from the dead time and again by technological progress. This earned him the nickname “Firebird”, a phoenix that rises again and again from the ashes. Yet he always seems to lose more and more of his humanity. The first time Vlad died, he was shot directly in the heart. Whether he became the cold-hearted monster as a result is probably a matter of interpretation.

[i-starcreamed]

Drift helping human reader dye their hair so they can show it off to the rest of the crew?? (Oneshot please with a female reader please, she/her)

sorry this is a little short! I've never dyed my hair so its not too detailed...also I can't write for Drift that well but enjoy :D

MTMTE Drift x human!Reader

“So how does this stuff work?”

“Uh, its basically some chemicals and coloring that go in your hair to color it however you want. Did you know some people even do some designs with it? On their hair??" You grin as you explain to Drift. The mech meanwhile held the small dye containers in his much bigger servos, careful to not squish them. He still looked pretty confused, but he was determined to help you do something that excited you. You talked about doing this for days before they somehow managed to find imported dye that was safe for you.

You had mentioned you wanted to dye your hair to Drift, which got him curious about what you meant. You invited him over to your hab suite to show him, and here you were now. To be fair, you didn't quite think this through much. All the supplies you needed were a bit too small for Drift to help like you imagined, but you had an idea in mind that just might work.

"Hey Drift, why don't you pick the color?" You asked him with a grin, while your hands were working at your hair, attempting to separate it into parts. Drift's optics flashed brightly for a second as his mouth moved in an "o" shape.

"Me? I'm delighted, but shouldn't this be your choice?" He slightly tilted his helm as he glanced from the three dyes you managed to get. You laughed and shook your head.

"I want you to pick it out, Drift. Something to show off to the rest of the crew, yeah?"

You heard him mutter a "well alright.." as he made his decision.

It took a few seconds before he pointed to a color, it was a bright f/c. You grinned and took the bottle of dye and started to follow the directions. You tried to answer pretty much any question Drift had, he was rather curious about this artistic form of human expression, as he put it. You also explained what was going on as you applied the dye mix to your hair in sections. He was absolutely shocked that the process of dying your hair was producing a decent amount of heat.

"Why is your hair generating heat all of a sudden?" He retracted his digit from the top of your head with a concerned expression crossed on his face. That's when you had to explain it was the chemicals working their magic.

After some time it was time to rinse off the dye and see the results, well, after your hair dries. Drift obviously waited outside while you washed your hair. Honestly, a part of him was excited to see how it would turn out. Hopefully, he made the right color choice, what if you didn't like it? What if it didn't turn out how you wanted? No, he shook his helm. You knew exactly what you were doing, even if he didn't.

You rinsed out your hair now, even if it was still wet, the color turned out pretty good. You grin to yourself in the mirror and rush outside to show Drift.

"Drift! Drift! How does it look?" Your damp hair swung around your head as you turned to show him different angles. Drift shot up from his original spot and leaned down to get a better look, he gently swept you up on his servo to hold you directly in front of his face.

"It worked? Wo- Y/N, you look great. F/c looks fantastic on you!" He softly smiled, admiring the new color of your hair. You felt your face heat up from the compliments and his gaze and dismissed it with a laugh.

"Well, you did pick it out, huh?" You'll admit, you liked the color more than you expected. Was it specifically because Drift specifically picked it out? Obviously not.

"Ah, well..hey! Let's go show the rest of the crew."

"Wait, it's not dry yet-" But it was too late, Drift was already carrying you on his servo as he left your room, probably looking for just about any bot to brag to.

The entire day you received compliment after compliment after Drift would exclaim, "hey everyone! Look what y/n did, doesn't she look stunning?" Hell, you even got a couple color recommendations from a couple bots. Quite a few actually, you had to ask Drift to remember the list of colors. The next time you decide to dye your hair, you will be sure to invite Drift over to help again.

[droumack]

nate and jo fuck at nates cup party which results in jo's pregnancy. they bond the one time they have sex. i see jo having a much worse time with bond sickness along with the pregnancy. maybe just give jo anxiety and insomnia again due to the bond sickness. He also could have some morning sickness and is just losing weight cause he cant keep anything down.

bond sickness so bad he just collapses during a game or something and he has to be strechered off the ice to a hospital where its discovered, not only does he have a strained/uncompleted bond you're also pregnant. yeah like months after bonding his symptoms are so bad his body just starts to shut down trying to complete it or bring his bondmate back to jo.

you could make it even worse where they have to give jo an emergency c-section. in the ER jo is just a mess of a person, like oh shit Jo is kinda out of it cause the sleep deprivation and bond sickness got to him, but also c-section cause said baby needs to be let into the world maybe due to possible complications that bond sickness can cause. also yes baby maybe a little early but completely fine

oh doctors having to ask for Jo's bondmate, but everyone is just "what, what bondmate??" maybe its his parents or josh anderson who suggest it might be nate and call him. the doctors also having to pull his parents aside cause i assume they would be his medical proxy. they have to tell them "along side with the severe case of bond sickness, jonathan was also pregnant, we did an emergency c-section, he and the baby will be fine"

que the cluster fuck that is calling nathan mackinnon and asking him to come fly to montreal and give him the bare minimum of information cause this conversation cannot be over the fucking phone. also maybe the doctors have jo on a crap ton (maybe not a crap ton but a lot ig) of drugs to help with pain from the c-section and bond sickness. like both of jo's parents are in his hospital room still waiting for him to wake up, anderson picks up nate from the airport and explains like Jo collapsed from bondsickness and suprised everyone cause he was pregnant and didn't tell anyone.

Nate blue screens at the info dump but oh well look they're at the hospital. nate sits at Jo's bedside waiting for him to wake up. but like Jo waking up to nate holding their baby and cooing at them to fall asleep or they would disturb jo from resting.

anyways tearful reunion, finally SOME COMMUNICATION BETWEEN THESE IDIOTS, their bond finally fixes itself and they get to be disgustingly in love with each other and times that by 1000000 when jo signs with colorado in free agency.

bet the avs send jo baby shit for their child and its all avs shit with nates number on it, but the habs also gotta one up the avs cause jo is their teammate

i could CRY at this. i don't think we have a dramatic "jo collapses and nate has to rush to his side in the hospital" fic yet and it's a much needed addition to ANY ship

[swifty-fox]

oh my goshhh i love this new list

could i request ❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜ with buck and bucky (little beasts!!) orrrrr ur hockey au if ur down

❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜

HOCKEY AU

"Fucking cock-sucking, dick-riding absolute joke piece of shit garbage fuckin-"

"Woah there sailor." John drawls, swinging out of the bathroom. Steam billows out after him, haloing his athletes body like the angel he most certainly was not.

Mikeeysmind's 'VVV' trails out after him, a particular assault on Gale's ears that has him pressing his fingers to his temples

"Sorry, did I interrupt your preening?" Gale bites and then groans at himself, falling back onto the cushioned hotel bed.

He was trying this new thing where he didn't pick a fight with John at every turn. Results were so-so because Bucky Egan was infuriating even when not in the crease.

"Hadn't even started yet, actually."

Hooligang bursts into its opening chords before John makes his way over to his phone and taps pause, other hand fisted to keep his towel secured across his muscled waist.

"What's up Buck"

Gale knows John's amused by the rhyme. Knows it's a Looney Tunes thing, knows John was childish as they come despite his man's body

"My stream isn't working." Gale says miserably.

John stares at him for several long moments, face going through an array of emotions before settling on incredulity.

"Ice cold bitch Gale Cleven, who would instate a swear jar if he could get away with it, who helps old ladies across the street. Who goes faint at the mention of the word anal-"

"Okay-" Gale says, his cheeks coloring.

"Who can make a short-handed goal on one skate with no help and walk it off like it's nothing, is getting mad because he can't watch the Habs game."

"They fuckin' runsed us last time. Skated fucking circles around me John."

"Imagine, King Cleven not dominating the ice for one game." John drawls, coming around to the side of the bed Gale was draped over.

Gale looks up at him, water dripping of John's curls and splattering on Gale's forehead. The angle makes him blush, his heartrate kick up and his body stirs interest.

"We're playing them tomorrow."

"We're playing the Ducks tonight."

"Oh the Ducks," Gale snorts.

John grins down at him. There's a bulge in the front of his towel, clearly also having taken notice of the angle.

'Why dont you," John murmurs, reaching down to tangle in the long waves of Gale's hair, "Learn how to relax a bit."

"Fuck off." Gale snaps, but his fingers reach to untuck the end of John's towel, letting it fall to the floor.

John grips himself, pressing against the curve of Gale's cheek. He drags his head across the wet seam of Gale's lips letting the salty taste of his pre trickle down to Gale's tongue.

"yeah," John sighs, head falling back. A Grecian god in the afternoon light, "lets do something about that mouth of yours saint Cleven."

Gale lifts his head and swallows John down

thank you @1343-40 for the linguistics help LOL