#both would suggest something to the other and they would try it out

[perfectlyoongi]

CO-WORKER!YOONGI who reminds you to stretch your back. when you spend a lot of time sitting in front of a computer or lost among papers, it is normal for your posture to suffer some consequences that derive from that irritating pain in your spine. so when Yoongi would walk past you and see you too wrapped up in your work to pay attention to your needs, he would gently place his hand on your back, pressing his fingertips into the fabric of your shirt, making you straighten up automatically. neither of you knew how this habit came about, but you didn't care; for small seconds, for that tiny fraction of time that seemed to last forever, Yoongi touched you and that was enough for both of you. “i need the photocopies right away, don't forget. and please, straighten your back. you're going to turn into a banana before we even finish the project.”

CO-WORKER!YOONGI who always asks if you need anything. Yoongi was focused on his work, wasting hours between papers and meetings, but one thing about Yoongi was that he would never forget your needs. yes, your needs. even though Yoongi was an advocate of stopping for a second to breathe, the truth is that his focus was on you and not him; as such, between meetings and presentations, outings and photocopies, Yoongi made a point of passing by your desk and asking, very absentmindedly, if he could help you with anything. “i'll get some coffee before i go to the meeting. want anything? you need to eat. an apple isn't enough for breakfast. i'll get you a sandwich.”

CO-WORKER!YOONGI who always tries to lighten your workload. Yoongi knew that life could be intense and often hectic. and he also knew that a person was not made to spend hours locked in an office working on something that most likely wasn't even necessary. that's why Yoongi wanted to help you; if he had the time and the will, why shouldn't he help you? whenever he could, Yoongi would stop by your side, giving you tips and suggestions, stealing some paperwork and reports, trying to do everything he could to make sure you reached the end of the day less tired. “i've already finished today's presentation and i saw that you were a little confused. no, it's not a problem at all. tell me, what's stressing you out? i can help.”

CO-WORKER!YOONGI who has lunch with you whenever he can. you had to confess that on the days when he was busier and couldn't eat with you, you felt a little sadder. even though your lunches were sometimes steeped in silence, there was extreme comfort between you. like a blanket of acceptance, your lunches with Yoongi were perfect for you to recharge your batteries and gain strength for the rest of the day. sometimes talking about life, sometimes joking about work, you felt good next to Yoongi and he saw that. so, he always tried to have lunch with you, take some time out of his day to dedicate himself completely to you and make you happy, even if it was just for a simple hour. “tomorrow i don't know if i can have lunch with you, but i'll try anyway. if i can't, i promise i'll make it up to you the next day! but hey, don't wait for me tomorrow, okay?”

CO-WORKER!YOONGI who makes a point of praising you. “you did it!” was what he told you that day. “you actually managed to finish the project on time. how can you expect me not to praise you? despite everything, you didn't give up.” his smile was so wide it made you shy and his eyes had a shine almost as bright as the stars themselves — he was truly proud of you. “you are amazing and i don't think you've seen it yet. but trust me. you are capable of anything and you just proved it.”

CO-WORKER!YOONGI who always waits for you at the end of the day. whether you had to work overtime or leave early, you knew you could always count on Yoongi's company. sometimes you would return to your house at sunset, talking about childhood memories and remembering times when you hadn't met yet. other times, under the stars and protected from the freezing wind in his car, you passed traffic lights and road signs singing, grateful to have reached the end of another day. for a few brief minutes, which for you would be eternal, you shared Yoongi's company once more before the day ended and it was in that comfort and ease that you truly rested. “it's raining tomorrow, so i thought we'd walk today. we could stop by the bakery and grab a coffee before heading home. i heard they got a new cake and… sorry, i'm rambling, aren't i?”

CO-WORKER!YOONGI who thinks he's telling you something new, but you've always known. how was it possible for you not to know? it was in the way he looked at you — like you were painted by the most beautiful nebulas. It was in the way he spoke to you — as if all the poems resided in his voice. it was in the way he touched you — as if his very touch could ruin you. it was in the way Yoongi lived day after day — as if you were the only reason for his existence. how was it possible for you not to know that he liked you? “i thought it was more discreet. but i have to admit that it makes sense. it is impossible to live each day with so much love inside me and not have a way to express it. from somewhere, i had to spill these loving waters that make up the ocean of passion that i have for you.”

[starboye]

beach day with rafe cameron

the sounds of cicadas buzzing in the air and the feeling of the cool air blowing through the room, you and rafe layed beside each other, both doing something on your phone, rafe probably handling work business while you definitely scrolled through tik tok

"lets go to the beach" you broke the silence to suggest something more fun than whatever this was " im down" rafe was quick to agree, he also wanted to do something a little more fun, and like that you were both roaming around the large house grabbing stuff for the trip

you know like the necessities, sunscreen, towels, and a cooler full of some sandwiches, fruit, and drinks before rafe was grabbing the keys and you were both out the door, as you drove to the beach you admired the kook side of the island, the large extravagant house with the nice cars in the driveways

putting your hand out the window to feel the wind in between your fingers, it was nice, pulling up to the sandy escape from the boring town was something you never got tired of, the waves crashing on the shore, the sun bouncing off the water was just beautiful

grabbing all the stuff (mainly rafe because well he's the one with the muscles) and carrying it all the way to lay on a good spot away from the other people but with a great view of the water, setting downs your chairs and other stuff before trying to dash off to the water

but sadly rafe catches you just before you can and brings you back "sunscreen" he says bringing out a bottle of it to squirt in his hand and rub all over you body "i could've done this myself you know" you roll your eyes wanting to get in the water as fast as possible

"sure you would have" he chuckles to himself rubbing the last little bit on before letting you run off, while you splashed and dove in the water rafe set up your chair and popped open the cooler to grab a beer while laying back, every now and then he'd look up just to check on you, either seeing you swimming or collecting seashells

"hold these for me" you tell him dumping the shells on his chest before going back to look for more, he was annoyed by it at first but soon just let it happen, taking the time to clean the sand off of them for you before you came back

"what do you even plan on doing with these" he asks taking a sip from his beer "making a necklace" you say grabbing the shells from his chest and butting them in a jar you found "come get in the water with me" you asked covering your eyes from the glaring sun to get a good look at rafe "why i thought only you wanted to swim" he huffs but quickly folds when you give him the stare.

"fine but only for a little bit" he walks to the water with you but is quickly shocked when you push him into the water "oh it is so on" he laughs wiping the water from his face before chasing you around in the water, you splashing him to try and escape while you both giggle and laugh.

when he finally catches you he lifts you in the air by your waist before kissing you "unfair, you're so much faster than me" you make an excuse while still laughing "well we can do a rematch later right now im hungry" rafe says carrying you back to your spot on the beach and setting you down in your chair like royalty.

he takes out two sandwiches and gives one to you and you both just sit on the beach talking and eating until finally packing up to leave, the sun was setting and it made a perfect color in the sky, the moment you sat down in the passenger seat and rafes trucks started moving you were out like a light, i gotta say it was a good day.

xoxo, starboye💋

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[calcifiedunderland]

hi i have never made a request on tumblr so i hope they send it here, anyway i wanted to ask you something about the 500 followers event, the request is about azul and a one shot where he and the reader are friends (she is human) but they both have romantic feelings, so she decides to confess, taking azul swimming in his octopus form, only he doesn't believe her and runs away, in an attempt to find him she meets some mermen who speak badly of him and who suggest she choose someone else to love instead of a monster, but she doesn't accept it and defends him, azul in the meantime had hidden in a cave nearby and when he hears the argument he decides to intervene since the mermen are becoming a bit violent with her, after arguing with them they finally run away together into the cave where azul was hiding and stay there for a while finally he understands her feelings and they give each other a passionate kiss and get together leaving all his friends shocked, thank you and i hope you will accept this request

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I loved this idea!!! Hope you like it, thank you for requesting it!! ♥️ im horribly late to posting this, sorry for the wait!!

This is it, you thought as you downed the underwater breathing potion.

Summer was right around the corner, and you were staying with Professor Crewel at his summer home. You’d kept in contact with your friends, and when you mentioned you’d be close to the Coral Sea, Jade and Floyd shared a mischievous look.

Jade mused, “Perhaps Azul can take you with him. He was planning to go look for coins, and unfortunately Floyd and I cannot go with him.” And after long tirades of forcing you to not say a word to anyone about his merform, Azul finally gave in.

You’d managed to convince Azul to take you with him the next time he went ship-scavenging. Azul had come to pick you up from the Shaftland’s port on land, and lead you to a cave on the beach where you all would be heading off from.

You floated in an underwater cave, watching the merfolk swim in the distance with awe. They were so beautiful, shimmering scales and beautiful colors meshed in a bustling dance in busy streets. You grinned to yourself. You were secretly hoping Azul would shift to his merform while you were there.

It wasn’t a secret that the two of you had a very rocky start. After all, when your first meeting with someone starts with them trying to steal your dorm, usually you’d hate the person. And you sort of did, until you’d started becoming slow friends with Azul.

It began with little things, like running small errands for him when the twins couldn’t, or helping out with the tanks at Mostro Lounge. Eventually, your feelings grew more and more until you really couldn’t hide them anymore. You grew to admire the mer behind the merchant. You liked everything about Azul, even his weird schemey ways. From the cleverness in his contracts, to his soft curiosity, to the subtle gentleness he had whenever you interacted with him.

Somewhere along the way, enemies turned into acquaintances turned into friends turned into a crush on the Octavinelle Housewarden. And you honestly had an inkling he liked you back too. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but you were still going to try. It would be better to get it off your chest, you psyched yourself up. Besides, Azul always held his cards close to his chest. Maybe if you were the first one to bare your heart…

Azul floated behind you, still in his human form. He sighed, looking a tad strained. “You remember our deal, yes? Not a word about my merform to anyone, got it?” You nodded, trying not to look too eager. This was it! You’ll finally see Azul in his merform!

He shut his eyes, and a soft blue light emanated from him. The light rolled over him, and his form grew. Soft black tentacles unfurled themselves, and Azul’s pale skin took on a lavender hue. He felt his uniform fade off, and the cool oceanwater flow around the gills at his ribcage.

You watched, fascinated. You couldn’t imagine anything like it - Azul looked beautiful. His hair even seemed to glow. A stray tentacle began tugging at your ankle, while another began messing with your wrist. Azul didn’t seem to notice as he ran a hand in his hair, pointedly avoiding your awestruck gaze. He didn’t even seem to notice he was holding onto you until you chuckled, softly rubbing the tentacle at your wrist.

He cleared his throat, releasing you immediately. “Let’s go. Time is wasting.” He began swimming off, and you gasped before kicking off behind him. Slow octopus, who? He was still faster than you, tentacles shifting over themselves along the sea floor. You kicked your legs as fast as you could, determined to keep pace.

Soon, you reached a shipwreck. Morbid fascination spread over you as you took in the ship’s vastness. You gulped as Azul floated next to you, looking at you pointedly. “You’re not scared, are you?” He asked quietly. You shook your head, “n-no. Let’s go.”

You were determined to find something for Azul in the shipwreck. It was like the twins knew your feelings for Azul when they let it slip that Azul had a fondness for ancient coins, and Floyd said offhandedly, “It’d probably make a real good gift for him~” You’d take their weird comments (however teasing they were) as a sign.

You steeled yourself and dove into the wreckage. “Prefect!” Azul followed you swiftly, and you dodged a tentacle that shot out to you. You grinned over your shoulder, “bet I can find more than you!” You kicked off into a room, hearing Azul scoff behind you.

This room you entered looked like the captain’s room. You squinted in the low light when a soft blue illuminated behind you. Azul’s hand gently gripped your shoulder and his tentacles wrapped around your legs gingerly, “are you alright? I was looking for you.”

Something fluttered in your stomach as you turned to look at him, face flushed. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You stared at each other for a bit too long before Azul cleared his throat, “good. I wouldn’t want to be liable for any injuries you get down here, so you’d better stay close.”

You two began exploring the captain’s room, and you did your best to look with Azul’s bioluminescence lighting the room. If I were a captain, where would I hide my money? Your attention drifted to the bed, where you noticed the mattress looked disturbed. You swam over, jostling it until you spied a little pouch underneath it. You peered inside, then grinned. Little coins rustled inside it. Jackpot!

Meanwhile, Azul pondered over the vanity. You’d shown a fascination with undersea treasures. He lifted up some jewelry in a box, eyeing it with fascination. He remembered the way you looked fascinated at the Atlantica museum, how you’d followed him to return the photo. Your curiosity was enchanting.

He wouldn’t admit that something about you was interesting when you’d walked into his office with a spark in your eyes, negotiating his contract and eventually putting Ramshackle on the line to save your friends. It wasn’t until after his overblot that he truly began reconsidering you.

He’d always thought he had to prove himself in order to be meaningful to someone, but he’d done the exact opposite to you. Your resilience was something he’d always admired, and eventually admiration turned into feelings.

Azul Ashengrotto did not do feelings. He was merely looking for treasures to repay you back, he told himself. Jade and Floyd had no idea what they were talking about, anyway. He cleared his throat, “Prefect, I’m going up to the top,” he called, and he swam out the window before you knew it.

You glanced up before looking at the coins. These look really good, you grinned before pocketing the pouch and swimming after Azul.

Azul shook his head before looking at the deck. You poked your head up to peek at him. The sunlight shimmering in from the surface made him look beautiful. Warmth filled you, and you bit your lip.

“Hey, Azul?” You swam over the ledge and he spun to you. You were looking at him with so much tenderness that he wasn’t sure he deserved. You looked ethereal in the ocean light of his home. He felt his heart skip a beat.

“Have you found anything, Prefect?” He managed, not realizing he’d begun twisting his tentacles into one as if to make them look smaller, more together, and packing them beneath himself. You nodded, crossing your legs on the deck and sitting down next to him.

“I found this, actually. I wanted to give them to you later, but I…” you took a deep breath, “um, here.” You dropped the pouch into his hands, and he glanced at you before opening it. It felt like there were many coins in the pouch. He gasped, pulling out a coin and holding it up to the light. “This is…” he admired it, and you smiled at him softly.

“I’m glad you liked it. I really wanted to find something for you,” you blurted out. “Hmm?” Azul’s attention suddenly turned to you, sharp and focused. “Why?” Interest piqued in him, could this mean…? “W-well…” you trailed off.

“I just… wanted to… er...” Azul’s eyes widened, clenching the pouch. They couldn’t be making fun of me, could they? No, you were too kind for that. You twisted the edge of your shirt. Azul’s gaze made you nervous.

“I… wanted to thank you for helping us over winter break?” You fibbed, smiling awkwardly. Azul hummed, frowning slightly, “well, there’s no need to thank me for it now,” he said. He considered it paying you back after trying to steal Ramshackle. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

“I-I mean, you really helped Grim and I out,” you said, trying to cover yourself. “The whole dorm was outwitted, and it was all thanks to you.” You couldn’t help but start gushing - your friends were already tired of hearing your crush woes, and you just couldn’t stop. “I’ve… never met anyone like you,” you rushed out, face feeling hot.

Azul felt on edge. What were the chances of you telling him exactly what he wanted to hear? He searched your face, trying to find any hint of dishonesty. After everything that had happened this year - trying to take Ramshackle, his overblot, Styx - he was convinced this would never happen. Not to him, at least.

“I mean, the way just know exactly what the best strategy is? And you’re so smart and handsome too, it’s honestly no wonder I-“ you immediately cut yourself off. You hadn’t planned to confess like this, but Azul had already caught on. “What?” he asked, feeling his heartbeat in his ears.

This is it, your heart beat harder, now you’ve done it, (Name). You squeezed your eyes shut, “I… Azul, I like you.” The words hung in the space between you.

Azul was silent for a breath. “Why?” He rasped, squeezing the coin in his palm. This had to be some kind of joke. There was no reason for you to like him back. Suddenly it was like he was a young octomer again, feeling that crushing sensation of others mocking him, leading him on only to hurt him. Even those who were kind to him before. Even the ones like you.

“Who put you up to this?” Your eyes widened, “N-no one! Azul, I-” Azul felt his eyes sting. “Who told you how I felt? The twins? Someone from the dorm?” You stood, unsteady from the ocean currents around you, “No one did, Azul, I promise! I’ve liked you since winter break.” There was nothing but honesty in your eyes but still. Old emotions stirred up in Azul. He felt his lower lip tremble, and shame burst in him. You were lying. You had to be.

“I…” He turned away from you, hand pressed to his mouth, “Excuse me.” Azul swam away in a whoosh of bubbles, and you reached your arm out for him. “Azul, wait!” you tried to swim after him, but he was too quick. You floated there, suspended in the water, feeling crushed. You really thought he’d… You felt your throat tighten as you bit your lip. Did he really think you were lying?

“Wow, that was pathetic.”

You swirled around at the unfamiliar voice. Three merfolk swam over some rocks - undoubtedly, their hiding spots. Emotions mixed in you - had they watched your confession? Rude. Their leader appeared to be a sharkmer. His upper half appeared human. The two behind him looked like a dolphinmer and a merman with a clownfish tail.

“Hey? What’s a human doing here?” The clownfish mer asked, looking you up and down. The sharkmer grinned at you, sharp-toothed like the twins. “A pretty human, too.”

The dolphin mer squinted at you, and she swam up to your face, “you actually confessed to Azul? That’s new,” she said snarkily. The sharkmer started laughing, “I can’t believe someone likes that slow, dumb octopus!” The clownfish looked at you with pity, “were you dared do confess to him?”

You tensed. These must’ve been the bullies who tormented Azul when he was younger. Your stomach felt queasy. They were even nastier than Azul made them out to be.

From the nearby cave, Azul’s earfins pricked up. He heard you mention his name. He peered around the cave, gasping soundlessly. Those three…! He immediately recognized them from gradeschool. The pokes. The prods. You’re just a slow dumb octopus no one likes you your ink is weird crybaby–

“H-hey! Azul is not slow or dumb!” Azul’s attention snapped to you. You had a fierceness in your eyes that he recognized from his overblot. You were passionate. You were… defending him.

His nails dug into the rocks. They were circling you now.

The dolphin mer looked at you with mock pity, “you don’t have to defend him. He’s just a weirdo. I’m pretty sure he lied about getting into Night Raven College, too. He probably lied to you to make himself seem smarter.”

That got your blood boiling. “No, you’re lying. He is a student there. In fact,” you said sharply, “he’s in the Sea Witch’s dorm. He’s the Housewarden, actually.” The dolphin mer started cackling in laughter, “you expect us to believe that? He probably lied about that too!” You looked at her in disbelief. The audacity?!

“I can’t believe this. You’re all wrong!” You yelled, and all three of them stopped. “Azul is one of the smartest people I’ve ever met! And he’s clever and hardworking!” Who are these guys? you thought back to the school photo Azul put back at the museum. You recalled different merfolk in the picture. Are these mers his old classmates or something?

Azul felt his heart swell. You really meant it? When you said you admired him? You had no reason to lie about it to these bottom-feeders.

The clownfish suddenly swam to your side, wrapping his arm around yours, “Y’know, you don’t have to hang out with him. He’s just a weirdo who likes making his contract things. He even took his ability to swim,” the clownfish mer gestured to the sharkmer.

“Ashengrotto’s a weird barnacle. You should hang with us,” the clownfish grinned at you, and you felt yourself cringe on the inside. The sharkmer swam to your other side, “yeah, you’re better off being with someone else. Someone stronger” he grinned at you. The dolphin mer tapped your shoulder from behind, and she grinned cheekily, “or faster.” The clownfish chimed in, “or prettier~”

You unhooked your arm, swimming backwards as fast as you could, “I like being with Azul, actually. I should get back to Night Raven College, now if you’ll excuse me-”

Suddenly the sharkmer shot through the water, blocking your math. “Nah, you should come with us. I bet that octoweirdo didn’t even take you to the fun places. Probably just stuck you in his octopot! Did you see him ink?” The three of them burst into laughs, and you tried to weave your way around them.

Azul tensed, tentacles clenching and unclenching. He wasnt the fastest or strongest swimmer. But he supposed you were right. You’d told him to give himself more credit - while he certainly was clever and hardworking on land, there was something you didn’t know. His octopus physique was slow in the water, yes - but he made up for it in sheer strength. He absently stretched all eight of his lower limbs. Strength eightfold, actually.

“Aww, look at them! Humans really are clumsy!” The clownfish giggled at you. Shame burned your face, “y-you guys-!” You shoved the shark mer away from you, “leave me alone!” Recognition shot through Azul. No, they couldn’t touch you. Not you.

The shark mer’s smirk turned into fury. You shrank back, trying to back away while swimming. He bared his teeth at you in a grin, eyes flashing, “Y’know, you’re on our turf human. You’d better watch it.” His lackeys immediately switched their demeanors, and soon you were being stared down by three very angry mers.

Azul decided he’d had enough. He shot out of the cave without a second thought, and all you saw was a black and lavender blur. Just as the shark mer raised his very sharp claws to grab your wrist, he suddenly felt something wrap around his tail. He yelled when he was yanked back roughly into the sand, and soon you, the dolphin mer, and clownfish mer were staring down a very angry Azul.

Azul swam over you protectively, one tentacle wrapping around your torso. The dolphin mer shot through the water towards you with a growl. Azul reflexively raised one tentacle up and spat ink in her face, pulling you behind him while retreating. He batted the clownfish away, one arm reaching back to touch you softly. You gently squeezed his hand, “I’m okay,” you said quietly.

“You will not hurt (Name), not now and not ever. If I ever see you again, or if you even think about going to my restaurant,” he seethed, blue eyes sharp, “I will put you in a contract that you could never hope of getting out of. “If it’s a fight you want,” Azul’s eyes flashed and you got the sense that he was scheming even now, “then you’d better pick on someone your own size.” His tentacles spread out, blocking most of the light. He looked much bigger, even larger than the three of those merfolk put together.

The sharkmer scowled at Azul, before gesturing to the other two. “Still a weirdo…” the dolphinmer mumbled before racing after the clownfish and shark. You sighed in relief, before Azul turned to you.

“Are you alright?” Azul looked at you with his brow furrowed. You nodded, “yeah, I’m fine.”

Wordlessly, Azul took your hand in his and the two of you began swimming towards the caves. It must be sunset now, you thought. The light in the water had turned orange.

The two of you broke through the surface of the dimmed cave. You perched on a rock while Azul kept his lower body submerged. He still showed some bioluminescence that illuminated the water, shining on your faces.

“…thank you for saving me,” you said quietly. To be honest, you weren’t sure Azul would come back for you, let alone save you. He looked upset, and you weren’t sure he’d want to see you again.

Azul’s tentacles wrapped loosely around your ankles, “I couldn’t let you get bullied by them, now could I?” He let out a humorless laugh. Silence passed between you two, until you said softly, “do you like the coins?”

“I do,” Azul agreed. “And I’ve had some time to… think about what you said.” Your eyes widened, “Azul, I really did mean it. I wasn’t lying.”

“…I may have been hasty in that moment,” he said finally, not looking you in the eyes. A dark purple blush spread on his face before he finally looked at you, “I… feel the same, (Name). I’ve had feelings for you for a while now,” he swallowed thickly.

Your eyes sparkled, “you mean it?” You asked excitedly. Azul nodded, looking bashful now. “Will you forgive me?”

You grinned, launching yourself off the rock. Azul gave a startled shout when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and the two of you crashed back into the water. You pressed your lips against his, and Azul’s eyes widened before closing again as he wrapped his arms around you.

You pulled back, breathlessly laughing, “of course I do.”

It hurt my soul to write mean things about Azul I’m ngl lol

I also spent way too long googling ‘natural predators of octopi’ for the bullies. I love the ocean, man I wish fish were real.

Some notes (info from google)

-octopi technically shoot ink out of a siphon, which is located close to their heads. In this, I made Azul shoot ink out from the underside of his tentacle arms bc from his octo merform I don’t think he has the siphon on his upper body? So I think it would have to be on his lower half.

-I also looked up predators of octopi. Basically I kept it simple-not simple by using sharks (strong swimmers), dolphins (fast swimmers) and clownfish (pretty tails) to show different things that Azul wanted when he was younger, and wanted a tail instead of octopus tentacles

Anyway thanks for reading!! Until next time~ xoxo Calci

[imafirefly]

Even though it was a subtle attempt at humor, Abby knew it held truth for both of them and god was that a depressing thought. It was funny in the ironic kind of way where it was the reason they hadn't necessarily pursued relations elsewhere but there was also a high probability it was still why they tip toed around each other. Or it at least it was from Abby's side. The two of them really were meant for each other in either the best or worst of ways. "I don't know about that. Some chicks dig the sad boy thing," she offers with a small smile to try and lighten things up a bit. The reality was that any woman would have been lucky to have Owen and somehow, some way, and for some reason she was the woman he wanted.

With another sip of her beer, Abby set the now empty bottle down and snorted out a laugh. "The bar is on the ground? Owen, I don't know if you know this but you do happen to be very good looking." Before he can counter with an additional comment, she adds in "Don't get a big head about it. I may never be able to compliment you again if you do." At the suggestion of helping him teach kids? Abby quickly shakes her head and laughs again. She's heard some of the absolutely out of pocket things kids had said around the island. There was zero filter and as entertaining as it was at points, she did not want to be on the receiving end. "I'm sure they're adorable but I do not need to be roasted by a bunch of nine year olds. I don't know if I could ever recover from that." Abby had been through an inordinate amount of pain in her life but the prospect of being shamed by children felt like something that there was not coming back from.

Just as expected, he had counter with exactly what she anticipated. At least he was consistent. There was no point in arguing though and this wasn't even a topic where an argument was appropriate. Maybe it was best to just move on from said subject matter and focus on the enjoyment of the night. The corner of her lips pulled up into a smile and she points a finger in his direction. "Gonna hold you to it." With a deep breath and a full belly, Abby places her palms on top of the kitchen table and stands. She takes advantage of the moment to stretch out and loosen up her joints to prepare for a taxing night of movie watching. "You cooked so I'll do clean up later. Really, it's the least I can do." As she backed up towards the tv room, she took his directives quite seriously and the second the back of her knees hit the couch, she sunk down into it with a loud sigh and made herself comfortable lounging out along the length of it. She would make room for him as needed. Maybe. It was so nice to just lay down.

"Can you believe that people used to do this all day and night? Just sit and watch movies with zero care in the world. Must have been nice," she mumbled as she yawned quietly. Everything she had learned about the pre outbreak world felt so strange. Day to day concerns were so...mundane compared to what they had to navigate. It's what made her so appreciate of moments like this, living some sort of semblance of normalcy for whatever it looked like for them.

“Say ass one more time, Moore… I know the perfect place to hide you on this island. They would never find you. Or maybe I’ll give the dogs a treat. So many options.” With that, she took another couple bites of food and points her fork once more in a half assed attempt to come off as threatening. He wasn’t wrong though. He came with an acceptable amount of sass and in truth she absolutely loved that he hadn’t lost his sense of humor even if sometimes she was slower to counter his wit. There was small clink as she set her fork down and Abby wrapped her fingers around the neck of her beer bottle to life it to her lips. “I didn’t know how many asked you out, no but no yes I may have known because I did have the distinct pleasure of consistently hearing how many wanted to fuck you so.” That may have been a little more crude than she had intended but that’s what it felt like to listen to. “Teach kids with a face like that and you’re the hottest bachelor in town.” She tips her beer at him as if to congratulate him on the accomplishment for being both good looking and a good person.

“You’re good with them. I looked in on a couple of the classes. Jokes were a little on the corny side for my taste but they ate that shit up.” It had been sweet to watch him interact. They knew how it was to grow up in a lawless world but she was hopeful that the kids growing up in this place had as good of a start as any. Her posture shifts ever so slightly and the small smile fades away while she sets her beer down. It’s hard for her to be vulnerable but she’s trying her best. There would be no blame if he one day decided that he was tired of it all, tired of waiting around. There was plenty of opportunity and yet he still remained dedicated. It was admirable though she wasn’t sure how fair it was. There was no expectation of it from him and yet he had kept it up for years.

“I know you are. And that’s part of what makes you great. I just– I don’t want you to waste your time. I know you’ll say it’s not.” She knows him better than to think he would ever feel that way but it’s difficult not to. The words he spoke were an echo from the past and resonated deep within her. She believed him when he first said it at the aquarium and she still believe him now. They were allowed to be happy and in such a world, happiness couldn’t be wasted. Abby couldn’t stomach the thought of losing him and she’d already come close enough. That fear, the unknown? It felt quite apparent by now that losing him would kill her. “I have you and Lev. Don’t need much more to be happy.” Now that much was the truth. Or at least a half truth at this point. “Actually now that I think about it, maybe some more dinner and movie nights like this too. That would make me happy.” And there it was, the deflection she could be so good at. “Speaking of movies - is it time for this masterpiece you speak of? I am stuffed but always room for another beer too if you’re ready?”

[bewitched-hours]

I would like to request some Elliot (forsaken) x reader fluff please :> ♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·*♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·

I have been craving jealous fluff with Elliot and reader

(I will admit, I’ve been seeing an increase in pizza burger and paycheck and I have been getting envious myself ;-;)

it can be either reader or Elliot whose jealous, either way I’ll eat it up like a gourmet meal :0

you can make it the tiniest bit suggestive towards the end, but I prefer keeping it child friendly please ^_^

♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·*♪¸¸.•*¨･:*ೄ·

that’s all, thank you! Have some water or snacks, get some sleep, take care of yourself :D

Aw man, you're too sweet there with the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) And how about I raise you one better? Two stories in one where we can get both our little jealous pizza man and jealous reader like two sides of a coin- (I'm still silly)

The reader shall get They/Them pronouns for this ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Jealous Elliot;

He couldn't bare the sight...

It was like a switch flipped when you accepted his awkward but adorable confession and started calling him your boyfriend. The other survivors obviously supported you both but the fact you were always kind to everyone in the cabin was a problem to him.

You were always like this, for the record. Elliot had figured it wasn't a bit deal but now...

He sees a lot of the other survivors as threats to your relationship.

What if 007n7 tries to get his hands on you?

What if Chance's cocky comments rubbed off on you as flirting?

Elliot found himself jealous of nearly everyone you talked to but he didn't dare to utter a word. He knew this wasn't right.

You had a right to form your own relationships with the others.

But something just didn't feel right...

He'd even find himself hesitating to help the survivors that made him jealous during some rounds.

And you could tell. Not that he was particularly good at hiding it anyways. You just weren't sure if you should confront him on it.

Until Builderman decided to sit you both down at the kitchen table after dinner.

"Alright, love birds. Whatever's going on ends tonight because I'm not having either of you mess up another round because Elliot's feeling insecure." He was clearly frustrated, neither Elliot or you dared to speak up as he left the kitchen to give you two privacy.

It was awkward... But you knew this would come one way or another.

You were first to speak up. Not in confusion or agitation. Just in a gentle tone to avoid pressuring your boyfriend. "Elliot, what's wrong? You've been tense ever since we started dating..." You muttered, thinking you did something wrong and Elliot noticeably tensed up.

He didn't realize he was that obvious from the start but he was also shocked you seemed to think it was an issue with you. He eventually sighed, raising his hand to cup your cheek and you almost instinctively leaned into it.

If only you knew how his heart could melt whenever you did things like this...

"I'm sorry..." He muttered out meekly, giving you a gentle kiss before resting his forehead against yours. He felt incredibly guilty over how he made you feel. "I don't... I guess I got jealous..." He admitted, surprising you a bit.

You've never seen him jealous before you started dating...

But you sighed. Not in disappointment as Elliot first thought. But in Relief. "I was so scared... I thought I did something..." You placed your hand over his on your cheek, not allowing him to respond before you started addressing the issue again.

"Elliot, you're the greatest boyfriend I could've asked for... Please try to trust me when I say that nothing will get between us..." You gave him such a soft look, he could've turned into a puddle with how beautiful you looked to him in that moment.

You knew he couldn't help his jealousy but with your reassurance and communication, you were hoping you could both work on this and cancel out the jealousy like a nasty bug.

That night, you decided to accompany him to his cabin and sleep with him curled up against your chest. You could only play with his hair while he listened to your heartbeat until you decided to let exhaustion take hold over you as well and kissed your sweet pizza man on the head before drifting off to sleep.

Jealous Reader;

You couldn't help yourself.

Elliot was supposed to be yours. You didn't know why you were jealous that he interacted with the others.

For some reason Chance felt like the biggest threat, really.

Still, Elliot was your boyfriend. Why did it feel like he was acting too friendly with the others ever since you started dating.

You knew nothing changed. Everyone was supportive of your relationship.

But your jealousy was hard to conceal. And it even affected the way you handled rounds.

Instead of helping stun the Killer or distracting them for the people you perceived as threats to your relationship, you'd simply run and leave them to handle it on their own.

And they were... Less than happy with it.

"Alright, trouble in paradise. Either you two handle this now or [Name] is gonna have to suck up whatever's going up because I'm not having this anymore." Chance demanded, not even hiding his frustration as he left Elliot and you sitting in the kitchen.

You felt awkward but Elliot just looked at you in a mix of confusion and gentleness. It hurt to see him like that.

"Sweetheart... Please talk to me." His words could be clouds for you to lay on...

And you laid there, holding his hands as he rubbed gentle circles on the back of your hands with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, Ell..." You choked out, a fear tears making its way through as you sighed. "I just started getting jealous over almost everyone... I don't understand why..." You could've cried but you held back, not wanting Elliot to feel bad.

But he did. And he quickly pulled you into a tight but reassuring hug. "[Name], you have nothing to worry about, I promise you..." He whispered into your ear, easing your worries a little as you let a couple of tears rush down to his shoulder.

"I'm yours. I will forever be yours and I'm sorry if I did anything to make you feel that way... But you have to trust me, okay?" At this point your mind felt fuzzy with your emotions overwhelming you and Elliot trying to help you calm down by gently rubbing circles on your back. It felt grounding but...

"I don't deserve someone as sweet as you..." "I would like to disagree. You're everything I could've asked for and more, this isn't gonna get between us." He spoke with such certainty, you couldn't help but silently sob into his shoulder.

Were you such a bad partner that you couldn't trust your favourite person to nurture other relationships besides your own? Were you being selfish?

"How about I carry you tonight?" He asked so sweetly, not even needing an answer as he gently shoved one of his arms below your legs to carry you bridal-style to your cabin.

It was just a little embarrassing to still have such a puffy red face as he held you. But he didn't care.

Neither did he care later on when he let you listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep to and went back to drawing circles on your back, whispering sweet nothings into the darkness even though you were already far into slumber town.

I'd say this was pretty cute overall (≧◡≦) ♡

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[carlos-in-glasses]

The Ingrid Sweater - Finished Object!

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I have finished my Ingrid Sweater! My knitting magnum opus! Details and experience below the cut! (Spoiler alert: I love it!)

Cast On: 10 January 2025; Cast Off: 28 April 2025.

There was a little break before blocking because I went away and then had to wait for it to dry, but as of today…it’s all done! After 141 days! Just in time for hot weather - a big squishy sweater made from...

Materials: Sandes Garn’s Double Sunday in taupe (the recommended yarn) held with a strand of Isagar Eco Line Alpaca 1 in ecru, which I found in a charity shop and wanted to save for something special. Stitch markers, needle point protectors, a measuring tap, scissors and scrap yarn for safety lines were all used.

Needles: I went a bit higher than the recommended needle size and used 5mm for the body and sleeves, 4mm for the collar and cuffs and hem). I used my set of Knit Pro interchangeable needles in metal, which are definitely okay although can unscrew here and there.

Size: S for the body, XS sleeves (so picked up less stitches).

Pattern: The Ingrid Sweater by PetiteKnit linked here. I’ve had my eye on the Ingrid Sweater since before I started knitting. I never believed I could knit, so it was always something I appreciated the beauty of without thinking I’d get to own one. Almost 18 months since I started knitting, I’m completely jazzed to report that I was WRONG! 💃And I’d highly recommend this pattern as a first textured jumper. The pattern itself is written clearly, and it’s supplemented by video tutorials (vital for me!) I consider myself an ambitious/confident beginner rather than intermediate, and the pattern’s ranking suggests it’s for advance knitters, but don’t let that put you off! It took me five months because I couldn’t devote much time to it each day, not because of its difficulty – especially once I’d got through the yoke and was working in the round. This is my first PetiteKnit pattern and I understand the appeal.

Experience and Thoughts and Feelings: The hardest parts ended up being the German short rows because of a miscalculation on my part, and the first time I attempted the diamond section, but if I recall it’s because I’d miscounted the stitches I needed. Both times I had to unravel, and big love to the friends online and irl who had to deal with me when I was going through that...It’s vital to have the correct number of stitches for the diamond part, so my main tip would be to check often, and make sure you add safety lines at appropriate intervals. I was somewhat intimidated by the sleeves because I’d read so many reports of people struggling to get the diamond section perfect, but I think it looks fine! It’s just that one section of the diamonds is wider than the others, but it’s on the part of the sleeve you don’t really see. I was pleasantly surprised by how stress-free the sleeves ended up being, having assumed they’d be insurmountable.  

This is also my first successful attempt at a folded collar! I’d tried previously but knitted my knitting needles into the collar and had to cut them out. Which I’m pretty sure nobody has ever done before in the history of knitting. This time – thanks again to YouTube tutorials – I was able to do it without any issue, and I’m so glad I got back onto the horse that threw me. I was going to try a simple ribbed collar and call it a day, but this looks a lot more polished (by my standards).  

All in all, completing this project is one of the things I’m proudest of in my life. I genuinely thought I was too stupid to knit, but I persisted and proved to myself that I’m capable of things I thought impossible. Would I knit this again? Yes! There’s some other pieces I want to make first (and I want to try colourwork!! Eeek!), but it’s good fun and so motivating to have different sections in the pattern you want to get to. I’m knitting something purely stockinette at the moment, and although it’s nice to have a breather, I miss having the right amount of complexity that keeps it engaging. I’m already dreaming of one of these in pink, held with mohair! So happy!!! I love it!!!

[azuraaass]

Racing Pulse

Feeling anxious lately so here is a Lando fluff friends to lovers. And pls imagine you’re rich and living in Monaco lmaooo

Coffee Shop Collision

The rain hammered against the café windows in Monaco as you waited in line, scrolling through your phone. When the barista called out your order, you reached for the cup at the same time as someone else, sending hot coffee cascading over both your hands.

"Shit, sorry!" The voice was distinctly British, genuinely concerned.

You looked up into striking green eyes framed by damp curls. He was around your age with an easy smile that made you forget about the coffee on your shoes.

"No, that's my fault," you said, grabbing napkins. "I wasn't paying attention."

"Here, let me help." His fingers brushed yours as he cleaned up the mess. Something about him seemed familiar, though you couldn't place it. "Are you burned?"

"I'm fine. Though I think we've both lost our caffeine fix."

He grinned. "Well, the least I can do is buy you another one. I'm Lando, by the way."

"Y/N," you replied, accepting his handshake. "And you don't have to—"

"I insist. Besides," he glanced at the rain outside, "looks like we're both stuck here anyway."

Getting to Know Each Other

Two hours later, you found yourself in deep conversation with this charming stranger. He had an infectious energy that made you laugh without trying.

"So what brings you to Monaco?" he asked.

"Work. I'm a graphic designer - moved here two years ago from a small English town where everyone knew everyone's business."

"I get that. Sometimes it's nice to just be a normal person, you know?"

Something in his tone suggested he understood that feeling intimately, though you weren't sure why.

The conversation flowed easily - favorite spots in Monaco, travel stories, books you'd both read. When the rain finally stopped, you realized you didn't want this to end.

"This was really nice," Lando said as you gathered your things. "Probably the best coffee shop accident I've ever had."

You laughed. "Same here."

He hesitated, then pulled out his phone. "I know this might be forward, but would you want to grab dinner sometime?"

"I'd like that," you said, surprised by how much you meant it.

Dinner and Revelations

Three days later, you met at a quiet restaurant away from the tourist areas. Over fresh seafood and local wine, you found yourself opening up to him in ways that surprised you.

"So graphic design," he said. "What got you into it?"

"I was terrible at everything else," you grinned. "But I've always been good at seeing how things could look better. Taking something ordinary and making it... more."

"That's a gift," he said sincerely.

When you asked about his work, he seemed reluctant. "I travel a lot. Events, mostly."

"What kind of events?"

Again, that hesitation. "Sports. I'm involved in motorsports." He paused, then made a decision. "Actually, I compete. I'm a racing driver. Formula 1."

"Oh." You processed this, suddenly understanding the familiarity. "That's incredible."

"It's also complicated." He watched your face carefully. "Can I ask you something? When you looked at me in the coffee shop, what did you see?"

You answered honestly. "Someone who looked like he'd had a rough day. Someone with kind eyes and a really nice smile."

"Not what most people see."

"What do most people see?"

"A name. A career. Statistics and headlines. Everything except the person."

"That sounds lonely."

"It can be." His fingers briefly touched yours. "This is nice, though. Being just Lando for a few hours."

"Well, I like just-Lando."

Building Connection

Over the next month, you fell into an easy friendship. When Lando was in Monaco, you spent time together - coffee dates, long walks, cooking sessions where you discovered he used twice as much garlic as any recipe called for.

"My trainer would kill me if he knew I was eating this much pasta," he said one evening.

"Then why are you eating it?"

"Because you made it, and it's delicious, and sometimes you have to live a little."

Away from the pressures of his career, Lando was funny, thoughtful, and surprisingly domestic. He remembered how you liked your coffee, asked about your projects, and had an uncanny ability to show up with pastries when you were having difficult days.

But you noticed how he maintained certain boundaries - never talking about racing in detail, never inviting you to events, keeping you firmly in the "normal life" section of his world.

Walls Come Down

Two months in, everything changed. You were cooking together when his phone rang - his manager, discussing media obligations and contract requirements. When he hung up, the relaxed Lando was gone, replaced by someone stressed and distant.

"Everything okay?" you asked gently.

"Yeah, just work stuff." But his smile was forced.

"You know you can talk to me about work stuff, right?"

He looked conflicted. "It's complicated."

You wanted to push, but something in his expression warned you off.

A few days later, you saw his face on a magazine cover while grocery shopping. "NORRIS HOPING FOR HOME PODIUM" - suddenly everything clicked. Lando Norris. McLaren Formula 1 driver. World-famous athlete.

The Monaco Grand Prix was that weekend. On impulse, you went to watch, seeing the city transformed and finally understanding the magnitude of his world.

Honest Conversation

Sunday evening, Lando texted: Can I come over? Have something I need to tell you.

He arrived looking exhausted, still in team clothing.

"You watched," he said immediately.

"Parts of it. You finished fourth - that's good, right?"

"Y/N, I need to explain—"

"You don't owe me an explanation. We're friends."

"But I want to." He ran his hands through his hair. "I liked being normal with you. I liked that you didn't know who I was when we met. You cared about whether I'd had a good day, not whether I'd posted a good lap time."

"That's not going to change because I know what you do for work."

"Isn't it? Because it's not just work - it's everything. The travel, the media, the pressure. It's not a normal life."

"I don't need normal."

"You don't know what you're saying."

"Don't tell me what I understand," you said firmly, stepping closer. "I've spent three months getting to know you - the real you. That doesn't become invalid because you're successful."

He stared at you, something shifting in his expression. "You really mean that."

"Of course I do. But you can't keep compartmentalizing me. If we're going to be real friends, I need to know about all parts of your life."

"Even if it's complicated?"

"Especially if it's complicated."

For the first time that evening, his smile was genuine. "It's very complicated."

"I can handle complicated as long as you're honest with me."

Something More

True to his word, Lando began including you in his racing world through phone calls during weekends, sharing the highs and lows of his career. Your friendship deepened, but something else was shifting too.

It started with small things - lingering looks, casual touches that sent your heart racing, falling asleep together on the couch during movies and waking up tangled together.

Four months in, the tension finally came to a head.

"What we have," Lando said one evening while cleaning up after dinner, "it's good, right? Our friendship?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Because sometimes I think about... more. And I don't know if that's fair to you."

Your heart stopped. "More?"

"The kind where I don't want to go home at the end of the night. Where I miss you as something more than a friend. Where I wonder what it would be like to kiss you."

"It wouldn't be weird," you said quietly.

"It wouldn't?"

"Not for me. I think about more too, Lando. A lot."

He stepped back, anxiety clear in his posture. "We can't. My life is insane, and if this goes wrong, I lose the best thing in my life."

"We could take it slow. See how it feels."

"And if it doesn't work?"

"And if it does?"

He searched your face, then reached for your hand. "Yeah," he said softly. "I really want to try."

New Territory

The shift happened gradually. Hand-holding that lasted longer, texts with new undertones, touches that carried meaning. Your first official date was at the same restaurant where you'd had your first meal as friends, but everything felt different.

"This is weird," Lando said, grinning across the table.

"Good weird or bad weird?"

"Really good weird. Like maybe we were always heading here."

After dinner, walking along the harbor with linked hands, he finally kissed you under the stars. It was gentle, tentative at first, then deeper when you melted against him.

"Was that okay?" he asked, vulnerability clear in his voice.

"It was perfect," you whispered.

Finding Balance

Dating Lando was both easier and more complicated than expected. Easier because of your foundation of friendship. More complicated because of the media attention and his travel schedule.

"The press is starting to notice," he told you one morning, showing you paparazzi photos of you walking together.

You became more careful about public appearances, but the real challenge was missing him during race weekends. As someone you were falling for, the separations felt much harder.

"I miss you too," he said during one of your nightly calls. "So much that Oscar keeps making fun of me for checking my phone constantly."

These conversations became your anchor during his travels. When he was home, you fell into comfortable rhythms - lazy mornings, cooking together, exploring Monaco hand in hand.

"I love this," you said one evening, curled against his side watching the sunset. "How easy it feels when it's just us."

"You make everything better, Y/N. Racing, traveling, coming home - it all means more when I get to share it with you."

Deeper Feelings

Two months into your relationship, watching Lando qualify third for a race weekend, you realized you were falling in love with him. Seeing his joy on camera, knowing he was doing what he loved, filled you with pride and a fierce protectiveness that took your breath away.

His text came hours later: Couldn't stop smiling during interviews. Keep thinking about how I get to tell you all about it tomorrow.

The fact that sharing his success with you was what he looked forward to most made your heart ache in the best way.

Taking the Next Step

"There's something I want to ask you," Lando said one evening. "The next race is Las Vegas. I was wondering if you'd want to come. Officially. As my girlfriend."

Your heart jumped. Attending would end your privacy, but looking at the hope in his expression, you realized you wanted to be there more than you feared the exposure.

"I'd love to come," you said simply.

His smile was brilliant as he lifted you in a hug. "It's going to mean everything to me having you there."

Epilogue: Race Day

Your first paddock experience was overwhelming - the noise, crowds, barely controlled chaos. But watching Lando transform from your boyfriend who burned toast into a commanding professional athlete was fascinating.

Meeting his teammate Oscar, seeing the McLaren garage's organized efficiency, watching Lando's pre-race focus - you finally understood the magnitude of his world.

Before qualifying, he found you in the garage, cupping your face in his gloved hands.

"Wish me luck," he said softly.

"You don't need luck. Drive fast, come back safe."

He kissed you then, brief but intense, uncaring of who watched. When he pulled back, his eyes were bright with determination and something that looked like love.

Watching him drive was terrifying and beautiful. The speeds, the risks, the precision - you understood why he did this, seeing him doing exactly what he was born to do.

When qualifying ended with fourth on the grid, his eyes searched the celebrating crowd until they found yours, his face breaking into a grin meant just for you.

Later, after all obligations were finished, he found you waiting.

"So?" he approached with his race suit around his waist, hair damp with sweat. "What did you think?"

"I think I'm starting to understand why you do this. You looked like someone doing exactly what they were born to do."

Something shifted in his expression - surprise giving way to something deeper.

"I love you," you said, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

His face transformed with wonder and joy. "I love you too," he said, crossing to you in quick strides. "God, I love you so much."

When he kissed you this time, it tasted like victory and promises and the beginning of everything.

[parvulous-writings]

okay just gonna test the waters a bit and start out simple

Adler x Reader/Bell(any gender) with the prompt” we can do it together”

Basically reader/Bell is pregnant and reveals it to Adler

Welcome Home

Warnings: None!

Words: 2.7K

Notes:  We won't speak about how long this took me. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too! If you’d like to support me more, consider reblogging! I’d appreciate it loads!!

Normally, a partner returning from a somewhat extended deployment is a joyous occasion – a time of great relief, a soldier coming home (usually) in one piece; at any rate, coming back alive. Ordinarily, it was no different for you. You had always been there, waiting to greet Adler and welcome him home with open arms and a wide, happy smile. This time, however, was different. Not because the OP he was on was anything spectacular or different in any way – not that you would know either way, as Russell only ever told you the time frame that each deployment was supposed to take; nothing more than a start and end date. The thing that was different this time, was that you had news for him. Big, life-altering news. News that you weren’t entirely sure how he was going to take or react to. 

Just over halfway through Adler’s deployment, you had started experiencing extreme nausea and bouts of sickness. At first it didn’t concern you – maybe it was something that you had eaten? But after the fourth day on the trot, you started to get a bit wary. So, during one of your routine afternoon meet-ups with some friends, you bring it up to try and brainstorm some ideas for what it could be, and whether or not it was worth going to the doctor. One of your friends suggested peppermint tea, saying that it usually helped them when they felt sick – failing that, they offered the potential solution of something with ginger. Your other friend, however, decided to take a more… Interrogatory approach.

“Have you felt anything else?” She asked, cradling her mug of coffee in her lap. “Anything out of the ordinary?” You sighed quietly at the questioning, and shrugged a bit in response. “I don’t know, Claudia, I’ve not really noticed anything…” You told her – and it was true. You hadn’t really perceived anything else that was unusual, just the sickness.  “Nothing at all?” Claudia pressed on, regardless to your seeming indifference to her question. “Cramps? Spotting?” “You clearly have something in mind,” You told her, looking largely unimpressed. “Stop interrogating me, and just say it, Claudia.” 

Claudia looked as if she were about to laugh for a moment, glancing down at her coffee momentarily, before she turned her gaze back to you. “I’m just trying to get the more… Obvious answers out of the way, you know?” “No,” You answer, pointedly, “I don’t know – it’s not as obvious to me as it is to you…” “When did you and Russell last have sex before he left?” You both loved and detested Claudia’s bluntness at times like this. The room fell into an awkward quietness as both you and Chris - your other friend – struggled to find anything to say for a moment. “Are you trying to tell me, you think that I’m pregnant?” You asked her, almost in disbelief. “Just think about it!” Claudia replied enthusiastically. “It’s been, what, just over a month? Morning sickness is something a pregnant person experiences at the.. Maybe the 5 week mark, I think?” “Claudia…” Chris groaned, running a hand over their face. “Sorry about this… She’s kind of obsessed with either her or her friends being pregnant… Extreme baby fever, at the moment…” They tried to explain, giving you an almost sympathetic look. It seemed that Chris had been experiencing the brunt of this for quite some time. “No I don’t!” Claudia protested, whacking Chris’ leg to get them to be quiet. “Just think about it,” She continued, turning to you. “He’s been gone, what? Five, six weeks?” You considered the question, and Claudia was right - just over a month ago, Russell had left on deployment. “And I don’t believe for one second that you two didn’t have some goodbye sex before he left.” “Claudia–” You tried to interject then, but Claudia kept going. “And I think it’s pretty safe to assume that you didn’t use a condom either, ‘as a treat’ for him.” You felt your neck turning more and more red, until the flush had settled on your cheeks. “Claudia.” You spoke again, more firmly. She didn’t answer back this time, a sly and smug smile playing on her lips. She knew that she was right, and she didn’t need proper confirmation for it either. “I don’t think we need to talk about mine and Russell’s sex life…” “But you did have sex before he left?” Claudia pressed again, you sighed in frustration - it was annoying that she wasn’t letting this go. “Yes, but–” “Then what’s the harm in taking a pregnancy test?” She asked, gesturing with her hand as she spoke. “If it’s negative, there’s no loss, but if it’s positive…” She trailed off, starting to smile again. “Well then you know, don’t know?” 

Both Chris and Claudia left not long after that, Chris desperate to escape the awkward tension that Claudia had almost inadvertently created. They dragged Claudia along with them, leaving you with your thoughts. Perhaps Claudia had a point. By the end of the week, you had the answer to why you had been so ill – and the task of planning how to tell your other half. 

You didn’t tell Adler the big news whilst he was still away. How were you meant to put something like that in a written letter? A bombshell as big as that… You struggled to think of a way to break the news face-to-face – so the very idea of trying to tell him through a letter set you on edge. So you didn’t. You continued the sporadic letter exchange with your other half as normal, and kept that particular piece of news (and all things relating to it) to yourself, until the day he came home. 

The day Russell returned from deployment came both all too quickly, and not soon enough. Despite knowing the fact that you were pregnant for some weeks now, it didn’t mean that you were or felt any more prepared to tell him as you stood there amongst the other military spouses and friends, waiting to retrieve their soldiers. One by one, the crowd whittled down, until just a few remained. And that’s when you spotted him. Bag slung over his shoulder, and shades that just barely covered that excited, joy-filled glint in his eyes. He was clearly glad to be home - glad to see you, above anything and everything else. It took everything in him to not run to you and scoop you up into a tight embrace as soon as he laid his eyes on you. After so long apart, he could barely keep a leash on himself, but knew that he had to, for appearances. 

Before you could even say anything to him, he cupped the back of your head and gave your forehead a tender - if slightly desperate - kiss. He didn’t pull away for a minute or so, nestling his cheek on your head, just giving himself a moment to bask in your presence and familiar scent. After taking a slow breath for himself, he gave another kiss to the top of your head. “Missed you.” He murmured, his voice slightly muffled by your hair. “Missed you, so. Much.” He repeated, making sure he emphasised his words so that you knew exactly how much he missed you - or at least comprehended part of that deep ache in his chest, which was only just beginning to be soothed. He pulled back slightly, cradling your jaw with one hand. “Letters just ain’t enough when I’m halfway across the world..” He murmured, “Miss your voice… And the way you always seem to end up staring at me with those sweet eyes when I’m talking…” He trailed off for a moment, his deep blue eyes staring into yours, as if searching for something. “Did you miss me, sweetheart?” He eventually asked, to which your lips automatically split into a smile. “Of course I did…” You replied, beginning to chuckle in an attempt to mask your nerves, still bubbling under the surface. So far it didn’t seem like Adler had noticed, and you were very glad for that. If you could just keep this appearance up for a little while longer, just until you figured out how to tell him, you would be golden. “How about we just head home?” You suggested, trying to shift the conversation forward. “You’ve got to be tired after all that travelling, huh?” You smiled, urging him by the arm to follow you to where you had parked the car. He laughed quietly - more to himself than to you - as he tossed his bags into the backseat of the car. He seemed unusually chipper for having just travelled god knew how many miles. He lumped himself into the passenger seat as you took the driver’s, and when you were both settled, his hand snuck across the centre console, carefully squeezing at the meat of your thigh. “I actually slept for most of the flight home…” He told you lowly, beginning to lean over the console as he spoke in that low voice of his. “So, I’m actually rather… Awake.” His voice had taken on that husk that you knew far too well; the husk that usually ended with both of your limbs tangled together in whatever position the two of you had decided felt the best. 

In spite of the heat that had started to pool in your lower belly, you gave Adler a look, as if to say ‘don’t you even think about starting that.’. “Russ, I’d like to get home… As much as I’ve missed you, I really don’t feel like being pinned under you in the backseat right now.” Despite your polite - if playful - tone, Russell looked at you like you had just smacked him square in the chest. It wasn’t like you to turn down sex when he had just gotten home for no reason, even if it was just a quickie in the back of the car. Something had to be on your mind, bothering you - but what, Adler couldn’t quite place. You hadn’t mentioned anything in any of your letters. Usually, anything that bugged you, went in your letters (though usually watered down or identifying details changed). His brow furrowed as he drew his hand back into his lap, his mind already having started to work to try and figure out something. The only thing that he thought of, was a brief mention of feeling ill in one letter, though there was no mention of the illness in the letter after that - so he had assumed that you’d gotten over your mystery ailment. Maybe you hadn’t – or maybe you were annoyed at him for not acknowledging your recovery. He couldn’t quite put his finger on which one was the more likely option. 

The drive home had been… Pleasant enough. It was much quieter than it normally was, but it was nice, Adler supposed. Ordinarily, the two of you would be filling the other in on what they had missed during their time spent apart; small and mundane events that weren’t quite worthy of being put in the letters, or bits of banter shared between squadmates that didn’t carry the same humour when written down. But today, the car ride was near silent. Hardly any small talk, no pleasantries, the main bulk of spoken word being how people on the road were so stupid. Now Russell was starting to suspect that there was something very wrong - something that was eating away at you. And he was going to make it his job to find out what it was. Unfortunately, Adler’s approach hadn’t been quite as delicate as he had originally envisioned. The pair of you had barely been through the door for 5 minutes when he had suddenly come out with “So, what’s bothering you?” 

You didn’t freeze - well, not quite. You mentally thanked yourself for it. Your movements stuttered, but you didn’t stop as you all but flung yourself into making food for you both. “Nothing,” You answered, plainly, trying to make it seem like you were focused solely on the food - rather than only using it as an activity to keep your hands busy. “Honey.” Adler’s voice was firm, but not harsh. The perfect voice for a father, a small voice muttered in your mind. “I know something is going on in that head of yours… Don’t try and deny it - we’ve talked about this, haven’t we?” He was right. You had done. Though, it had been more about him blocking you out than the other way around. “Don’t use my own tricks against me, Russell.” You sighed, still trying to make it look like you were more interested in prepping the food. Adler didn’t back down, though. “I may not have been here for 2 months, but I still know you, sweetheart. I’m not stupid. Now c’mon, out with it.” He hummed, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, a tactic he had often employed when he thought you were going to leave mid conversation. “I don’t like seeing you so wrapped up in your own head,” He cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw. 

You hesitated - you had envisioned telling your other half you were pregnant in a way that was a little more tender than a nervous confession in the kitchen. “Maybe we should go sit down… It’s a bit of a bombshell…” You put your utensil down as you spoke, but Russell refused to move. “Well, if it’s something big, you better tell me now, huh?” You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. There wasn’t an easy way to back out of this - Adler was pushing for an answer, and at this point? You couldn’t really keep pushing back against him or deflecting; all it would do would make both of you progressively more frustrated, and result in a fight. You sighed heavily, letting out that deep breath - you could only hope that he took this well. “I’m pregnant, Russ.” 

Silence. Russell went still. Entirely still. Like a sniper, waiting for his target to wander into scope. A full minute passed in this tense, uncomfortable silence, before Rusell spoke once more. “Come again?” “I said, I’m pregnant.” Silence fell again, and you could feel Adler’s hands shift around your waist. Your shoulders tensed as you braced yourself for… Something. You weren’t entirely sure what that something was or was going to be, but something in your gut was trying to convince you it wasn’t good. “You sure?” He asked, one of his hands beginning to splay itself over your belly. “Well, the tests were positive, so-” “You been to the doctor yet?” Russell asked, slowly turning you around to face him. His eyes trailed over your face, trying to figure out how you felt about the whole situation. “No, not yet, but… I didn’t know what you, or we, wanted to do about all of this…” You said, slowly to him. “What do you want?” Russell asked. “Huh?” His voice was gentle, but he was still pushing for an answer; he wanted, no, needed, to know. “I.. I don’t know, Russ. I know we’ve spoken about having kids, but I thought we were going to have a bit more time to plan it all first, you know?” Your voice wobbled as you spoke. “I mean, you still get deployed often, you’re important to your team…” “I could get a transfer, or a job elsewhere, honey…” He replied with a kiss to your forehead. “It’s not an issue – not a big issue, any-how. We can do it.” He assured you. “We can - and will - do it together, like we always do.” He soothed. He ran his thumbs over your cheeks to wipe away the stray tears that had started to fall.

“I just know that you love your job, Russ-” “I know. I’ll find other ways to serve the country, honey, okay?” He told you gently - even if he didn’t exactly plan to move on from his military service just yet. “Now. How’s about we finish making this lunch, then have some us time, huh?” He asked, already reaching around you for your discarded utensil - it seemed it wasn’t so much as a question, and more akin to a ‘this is the plan now’, and you couldn’t really argue with that. 

Maybe the penny hadn’t completely dropped for him yet, but you were certainly happy for the fact that the sudden news hadn’t turned into a screaming match. Perhaps Russell Adler would be a good father. 

[hoiststowline]

_sunstreaker x reader

[a/n: hi! this is not nsfw/explicit, but I am going to put a warning on this one. MDNI, 18+ only! suggestive themes ahead. based off this.]

“Hey, Sunny?”

Sunstreaker’s gait slows, looking over his shoulder to find you trailing just behind him, trying to clean your hands on your already soaked shirt. you outwardly appear miserable, arguably more than he is, an impressive feat due to the current state of affairs, annoyance flooding his body language.

he nearly shudders every time he looks down over his plating, disgusted to find it coated in mud and other grime he doesn’t care to address. the rain runs rivers over his body, creating some semblance of cleanliness, but it isn’t anywhere near enough to satiate the repugnance that claims him. 

a twinge of guilt arises somewhere after the beginning of your sentence, but promptly increases at the sight of you trudging through ankle deep mud.  

“Are we almost back to the main road?” you have to elevate your voice a bit, words almost drowned out by the heavy rain. 

he had tried offering a while ago to carry you back up to the highway, unable to use his alt-mode due to the flooded terrain. the first time he asked, you had appeared tempted to take him up on his offer, but retreated, saying you were fine to make the three and a half mile walk on your own. 

Sunstreaker, never one to let something so trivial pass him by, stood firm and even insisted that he do so. you had squeaked and hastily shook your head, taking four steps backward to match his one forward. he couldn’t understand what was different this time, as you never usually had qualms when it came to him holding you, but your persistence on the subject won that round if only to get a start on the journey back. 

he had tried to request a ground bridge every half mile or so, but his commlink was either jammed or out of range. it was more for your sake than his, knowing this was far from any weather you should be ambling around in. if you get sick, it’s his fault, something he likely couldn’t handle on top of all this going to hell so fast. 

even as he tries to stifle it, a flare of irritation takes hold of him at the situation and your downhearted state. this was supposed to be fun, some much desired alone time with you, and all that's occurred is an array of misfortune that can only be described as vapid. 

“I think so,” he rumbles, pushing onward with a slightly slower stride, if only to allow you to catch up some. “Y’alright back there?”

“Good as I can be.” you call back, pushing some hair out of your eyes. with some hesitation, you quietly add: “You aren’t going to let me into your cabin like this, are you?” 

Sunstreaker stops all together, turning around with an unamused look on his face. while spoken very softly, he still picked up on your hushed words. “Of course I am. The hell kinda question is that?”

“Look at me, Sunstreaker.” you deadpan, gesturing to your state. “You hate things getting dirty. I am fucking disgusting right now.” 

slowly, your defiance begins to make sense. “Oh. Is that why you wouldn’t let me touch you?” 

he finds he is correct at the way you scoff, and look away from him, unable to meet his optics. a tell-tale sign you were lying. “No. Maybe.” 

“You’re so annoying.” 

he evidently gets the rise out of you that he was searching for, a small smirk on his face as you gasp, head titling back to meet his gaze once more. “I don’t want to hear it. We both need a shower and I need some clean clothes.”

you had originally meant it offhandedly, never anticipating he would be compliant to such a suggestion. of course, you would never turn down the proposition if extended to you, but the joke was meant to die in the air and never have more than a second thought. he was likely so exasperated by the situation, the insinuation simply flew right over his head, focused solely on making it back to the road without further problems.  

however, at the word ‘shower’, Sunstreaker perks up considerably. he hadn’t even thought of that, knowing that even if he tried to clean up when he got back to base, nothing he did would be able to get him absolutely dirt-free. you are much more meticulous, careful and observant. 

the idea consumes him, and he isn’t so sure how to articulate it. mostly on autopilot, he drops to a knee, wincing minutely as his plating makes direct contact with the saturated ground. you, sensing he was closer, turn around to find he’s looking down at you, yourself vastly confused. 

“What are you-?”

at your squirm of surprise, Sunstreaker ex-vents in indignation, digits carefully circling your form before gently lifting you into the air. in turn, you gasp, fingers fighting for grip against his slippery servos.

“Sunstreaker!” you squeak, but it’s lost to the pounding rain. 

“Quicker we get home, quicker we can do that.” he huffs, cradling you to his chassis before moving to stand at his full height. “Stop moving or I’ll drop you.”

blinking owlishly, you look up to try and find what the hell he was talking about, but come up empty as he continues onward. “Do what, exactly?”

…

with utmost focus, Sunstreaker observes the way you use the toe of one muddied sneaker to peel off the opposite shoe, shrugging your raincoat from your shoulders simultaneously. everything is conscientious, in a way he assumes is to track as little mud as possible through your house. 

standing behind you, already mass-displaced, he stiffens as you slide your jeans downward, letting them pool at your ankles gracefully. straightaway, he feels a strong sense of responsibility for the situation, and struggles to win a losing battle of not staring at you. 

“Bathroom is the second door on the right,” you nod towards the interior door, hand on the knob before turning to address him. “I’m gonna go get some towels and clean clothes.”

he nods twice, unsure of what else to say as you finally open the door, leaving him in the doorway with the same glimpse of the inside of your home he’s seen from being parked in your garage. it’s the edge of the kitchen and then some of the hallway, curiosity always found him when it came to catching the recurring sight. 

with some hesitance, he follows you inside, he still feels clunky and ungraceful, even mass displaced. still much taller than you, he stoops through the doorway and stands stupidly in your kitchen, watching you enter a room on the other side of the kitchenette. 

briefly, he casts a glance over his shoulder, noticing the second door on the right you had mentioned he was supposed to head towards. Sunstreaker had wished to follow your instructions, but is evidently so lost in thought that he doesn’t hear you return with an armful of towels and a fresh set of clothes. 

“C’mon,” you offer gently, not teasing him for his rigidity as he assumed you would. hugging your items close to your chest, you free one hand and grab ahold of one of his, beginning towards the bathroom.

Sunstreaker lets you tug him along, enamored with the way your small hand feels around his. 

a quiet Sunstreaker is a stranger, unsure as to why he suddenly was so reserved all of the sudden. he’s watching you, intently at that, patter around the cramped room and begin running the water for a warm shower. 

part of him thinks he should ask if there’s anything he can do to help, but the words die on his tongue as you begin to strip, peeling the rest of your clothes away from your somewhat shivering form. he feels like a fucking creep, undeserving to witness such a beautiful sight in front of him. 

“What?” you ask, more out of concern than vexation. a twinge of self-consciousness seizes you, still holding your damp shirt to your front as if it would conceal something. 

Sunstreaker has seen you naked before, but something about this intimate setting and his behavior was leaving you uneasy, embarrassed even. 

“I didn’t say anything.” he mumbles, struggling to suppress the itch of his cooling fans kicking on. 

cocking your head to the side, you wrinkle your nose in confusion. “Yeah, but you have that look.” 

bravery finds him somewhere in between that exchange, taking a three steps forward that invades your personal space, back up against the shower curtain and nowhere to run. unashamed, his optics rove over your body, digits furling around the shirt in your grasp and throwing it somewhere behind him. the only sound alongside the wet thud your shirt makes when it hits the floor is your uneven breathing, a tremble to your body that you don’t know is the cold or something else. 

once more, Sunstreaker picks you up, ducking somewhat to gather your upper legs in his big hands, hiking you upward so your hands have no other place to go than interlocking around his neck. 

“You’re awfully nice today.” you hum, trying to cross your ankles at his back but find that you’re unable to. “I wonder why.” 

“Shut up.” sticking his face into the crook of your neck, his lips ghost over your exposed skin in a ticklish manner. “M’always nice.”

he wouldn’t lie, the warm water felt marvelous as it erased most of the surface-level dirt that coated his plating. you had begun wiping his face and shoulders with a washcloth, the only way for the both of you to occupy the shower simultaneously was for Sunstreaker to remain holding you. 

not that either of you were complaining, his touch felt just as nice as the soapy water did. 

“This is kinda fun,” you laugh, reaching above him to grab the showerhead off the wall. he watches your every move, a miniscule smile adhered to his grumpy expression as well, but a more playful manner finds him sooner than he anticipated. 

“Your turn,” Sunstreaker hums, and in turn, you return a furrowed brow. 

not allowing you to ask, he maneuvers so now you’re held up by one of his servos, cradled to his side as his now free hand is able to placidly wedge the showerhead from your hold. you gasp, surprised once more, as the water pours over you and begins freeing the mud that had been stuck to your skin. 

it’s no longer funny when your hand skates over his chin, coaxing him to face you. he concedes, immediately, answering your wordless query with a curt nod of approval, to which you capture his lips against yours without another moment of doubt. 

the showerhead clatters to the floor, spraying water all along the wall and the shower curtain, but you can’t be bothered to care as his unoccupied hand tangles into your hair. Sunstreaker is greedy but composed, holding you close before he changes positions once more. 

“Sorry.” he murmurs, tugging back when he realizes you need to come up for air. 

pulling away to allow you some shaky breaths, you’re now pinned to the tiled wall as one large servo engulfs your cheek, a knee now wedged between your legs as if to hold you there for support. inconsistent splashes of water lap at his ankles, dirty water pooling the drain, but all Sunstreaker can focus on is how beautiful you look. 

your tiny fingers settle on either side of his face, kissing his cupid's bow about four times before returning squarely on his lips. everything about you is so soft, from your kisses to your benign touches. 

if anything satiates the growing worry about you becoming sick, Sunstreaker is delighted to find you are no longer trembling. so lost in thought, he jolts when your hand slides down to his neck, fingers dancing over the cables there. 

he was unsure if you knew how sensitive they were, but nothing was helping the situation on either end. he briefly wonders if you know the effect you have on him, able to reduce him to a muddled mess with just about anything you do. 

“A little better than a car wash?” you mumble, thumb swiping just below his optic. 

Sunstreaker steals two more kisses from you before relenting, bending down some to pick up the discarded showerhead. “A little, yeah.” 

your feet never touch the shower floor, allowing the yellow mech to clean you up to the best of his ability. his touch is cool, colder than one would assume, but gentle as he roams over your body, trying to wipe away the lingering remnants of dirt. 

it’s the least he can do, for he's the reason you got so dirty in the first place.

[artstennisracket]

Mel 500! Mel 500! Use your power for evil (really big conga line 🙂‍↕️) I can't remember what letter I was thinking of uhhhhh F, the nsfw one, I think you can probably imagine who I'm gonna say Artrick my babies

anything for you jinx!!!! i will use my power for the worlds longest congo line actually…and I said I wouldn’t do a letter and pairing twice but i’d do anything for you jinx! so this could be seen as a part 2 to this.

nsfw alphabet: f for fantasy

pairing: art donaldson x patrick zweig

cw: nsfw(18+)

Since Art could finally get into role plays now, Patrick suggested another one they could try. Again, something they both knew so that Art wouldn’t ask to many logistic questions. Physiotherapist and client. It was perfect. When they dormed together all those years ago, they would help stretch each other all the time.

Especially for Art, because his hips would get tight all the time after practice, so Patrick would mimic their team’s physio’s stretches to help Art out. So Patrick channeled that energy when he had Art laid out beneath him.

Patrick starts with, “You’re really tight, I’m gonna have to stretch you out,” In more ways than one was what he wanted to say. Moving Art’s right leg over Patrick’s right shoulder, so that Patrick could lean forward fully stretching Art’s hamstring. He takes the opportunity to press his semi against Art’s ass. “How’s that feel?” He asks, smirking.

Blush rising to Art’s face as he feels Patrick against him, “Yeah the stretch is good. Do you think you can do my other leg?”

“I’ll do you one better,” Patrick says before taking Art’s other leg and placing it over his other shoulder. Now both of Art’s legs were on Patrick’s shoulders. He pressed forward until they were essentially in the prone bone position (except Patrick was on his knees) aka Patrick’s favorite position to have Art in. “This position should allow you to really…feel it,” Patrick trails off as he starts lightly thrusting against Art, too many layers of clothes between them for his liking.

“Oh I—“

“Don’t worry, it’s apart of the routine. So your muscles don’t get over extended,” Patrick assures, gripping Art’s thighs harder. And then Patrick continues on about how stretching is better with less clothes so even though Art is already shirtless, he takes off his shorts hesitantly to reveal a bulging semi in his briefs, “I just got a little excited, I’m sorry. This is so unprofessional.” But Patrick assures him that it’s fine and Art’s not the first client to get that way.

He can’t take it anymore, not when Art’s laying their in such tight briefs, vulnerable and open to whatever Patrick wants to do him. As a physiotherapist of course. When Patrick sinks two fingers into him, Art gasps, “Is this part of it too?”

“Yeah I think stretching all of your lower body could help with the tightness,” Patrick bites his lip continuing to finger Art harder and faster. It’s not long until Patrick has shed his clothes and is now pressing into Art, inch by inch. Continuing to spew nonsense about how “This is all apart ah—of the stretching—fuck, routine. There was so much tension nghhhh, in your lower body. Needed to stretch you out.” Art moaning and whining at the drag of Patrick’s fingers in and out of him, wanting more.

Naturally Patrick and Art shed the rest of their clothes after that. Fucking right there on the yoga mat after Patrick says, “I think I have something ever better to stretch out this hole with.” And once Art gets close, Patrick tells him to let it all out. This would help release all that tension, of course.

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The smell of you

getting together marcmarc, omega verse

Marc was making aggressive comments towards Pecco. Since he didn't want things to escalate between them, Pecco decided to go and try figure out what's going on with the older alpha.

For the rpf summer camp by @love-leah, absolutely amazing and I love the idea <3

(pls look at the patch, it's adorable. I love it soooo much)

Davide pinched his noise. Everything had worked so well. For months everything had been good.

And now - something had happened.

Marc was snappy. His usual friendly behavior, his loud laughter, had changed into a lingering threat. A threat that was directed at the younger, other alpha, Pecco.

Everyone in the factory realized it. It was the way Marc made comments about the bike obviously not being the problem. The missing ability to adjust to changes of some riders. Everything Pecco had critized over the last few weeks, turned around and made into a joke about him.

Soon his comments got even more aggressive, more pointed, accompanied by looks that felt like a death sentence. At that point, it was only a question of when the two alpha riders would have an actual clash.

"Rut?" Gigi suggested after another meachnic had gave them a warning glance. One that said 'Don't wanna switch with Pecco'. "Already checked, doc says the suppressants can't have failed. And he's only like that to Pecco. Normal to every other alpha" "Then what else?"

Davide knew this could be the start of a disaster. They had to solve this as fast as they could, so he pulled them apart as soon as possible.

"Why is Marquez chewing your head off?" "I don't know!" Pecco defended himself as the old Italian pulled the young rider to the side. "I didn't do anything. I swear!"

"Really?" he asked, crossing his arms. He gave him a demanding look, one that gave Pecco the feeling he was talking to his father or Vale. "Yes. Really!"

"Pecco, I just want to help you." he tried more gentle. His scent was kind. Soft. It settled a part of Pecco he didn't realized was on edge. "Is there really nothing that comes to your mind? Did you - you're both alphas. Did you two went out and you know - had eyes on the same-" "I am happily mated." Pecco shot back, visible angry about the implication. "Thank you very much. As Marc is well aware. So no!"

"Okay, okay, just asking." he replied, raising his hands in defeat, showing he believed him. "I'm just trying to help. Marc is pissed at you and no one knows why. So either, we figure this out and settle thing or we see how things go."

Pecco nodded, knowing he didn't want to be the next target in Marc's psychic plays.

Gigi hadn't found out anything from Marc either. He had just scoffed and lied about everything being okay. So the Italian only had one option left.

Confrontation.

He made his way over to Marc's room. He took a deep breath and knocked. When he heard the expected "Come in!", he entered only to be greeted with an annoyed sigh and an eye roll. Marc's scent immediately turned sour. And Pecco didn't need to have the fine nose of an omega to realize that.

"What?!" Marc asked, clearly unhappy about his visit.

"Hi. Listen, I just wanted to talk to you to - figure things out" he started slowly. "OH fuck off-" he mumbled and stood up. He made a move to leave but Pecco hold onto him. His arm went up to his and he quickly hold onto him.

"Wait, I-" and the next thing he knew was that he was being pushed back. He didn't fall, he just stumbled back a little while Marc pulled his arm back with all his force. "Don't fucking touch me!" he hissed.

Pecco stared at him in disbelief. He blinked confused, trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. He hadn't been aggressive. He hadn't done anything to spike his behavior.

And the way Marc reacted felt absolute over the top.

Even Marc looked confused about his actions.

He looked at the young alpha. He saw how he still didn't turn aggressive. He was just surprised. There truly was no need for his behavior.

Marc was trying to find his words. Words to justify shoving him, yelling at him, being rude despite Pecco being polite, even kind to him.

He tried to find a reason. A justification. Something Pecco had done. But there was nothing.

But he didn't know why he had acted like this. But ever since they had seen each other that morning, Marc had felt an incredible rage towards the younger man. He had smelled him and suddenly all he felt was hate.

He couldn't stand looking at him without fantasizing about punching him in the face. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted to prove that he was the better alpha. That he was stronger, more experienced and just over all - better.

But he didn't know why.

There was this unsettling feeling in him that caused it. As if everything else would take something away from him. Hurt him. Leave his skin itching. But he couldn't explain why.

It was only then, that he realized he was running on instincts. He had let his alpha side take control. But still. It made no sense to him.

He looked up, slowly. He stared at Pecco, blinking a few times. "I'm sorry", he forced himself to say. The itch his alpha cause risining again. There was this tiny voice, yelling at him to fight. Not apologize. Fight. And win. "I... I don't know why but I can't fucking stand you at the moment."

"I figured. You've been acting off all day." Pecco said, an accusation in his tone. But he kept calm. "Just tell me what I did and we can work something out, okay?" "I - I don't know, okay?! I just - I want to punch you in the face." he admitted. At least part of him had tbe decency to feel shameful over it.

"Since when?" Pecco asked, ignoring the statement and just deciding to figure out what's going on. "This morning." "Yesterday? Last week? During any race weekend?" "No" "Okay..."

Pecco nodded slowly, mentally going through the last 24 hours. There had to be something - anything, different from his routine that caused this change.

"That's - oh." he muttered, suddenly realizing what was different. He couldn't help but smile as he thought a little more back to confirm his theory.

"What?" Marc asked. "I..." he laughed. "I think I know what's going on" "Mm? What?"

"Marc, are you in love with my best friend?" Pecco asked while trying to surpress a smile. The Spaniards eyes went wide. "What?" "Are you in love with my best friend? With Bez?" "Bez" "Bez. You know, winner of the last gp, Bez, Marco Bezzecchi. Italian. Formerly long hair and curls. With-" "I know who Bez is!" Marc snapped.

The thought was running through his head. He wasn't denying it. He couldn't. Not after all the times he had yearned for the young omega. The last grand prix, when they shared a podium had made it so hurtful clear how much he wanted him.

Marc had stared at the young man, standing on top of tbe podium, laughing and all he had thought about was sinking his teeth in that beautiful neck and making him his own.

He had seen the picture of Marco, sweaty, dripping with champaign and he had imagine he'd be the one causing him to be that wet and sweaty. But under him.

"So?" Pecco asked, disrupting his thoughts. "Why?" Marc shot back defensively. "That shirt is Bezs." "What?" "The shirt I'm wearing is actually Bezs. He wore it yesterday. He came by because he was feeling down and we cuddle and I accidentally put it on this morning." Pecco explained.

Marc stared at him. His instincts were still running high so a part of him wanted to curse him out. He hated the thought that Marco had gone to Pecco, even cuddled with him, when he was feeling sad instead of to him. Especially because he had been close too.

He shook his head. He had no claim on Marco. They weren't even friends. They were friendly. But not friends. Bez had no reason to look to Marc for comfort.

Still, the realization bugged him.

"I think you're jealous that I'm wearing one of Bez shirt and I'm smelling like him. And that causes your instincts to run high" Marc's mouth went dry. Knowing this was excatly what happened. "Egh? No. No no no no."

"Really?" Pecco asked, pulling the shirt off. He hadn't worn it for long and he hadn't been sweating so he was sure it wouldn't smell like him yet. He dropped it on the couch in Marc's room, watching how Marc's eyes shifted to it. Lingering on tbe fabric. The hunger in his eyes even more noticeable.

"Keep it." Marc had to force himself to look back at him. A voice in his head demanding to grab the shirt and keep it safe, make sure he couldn't take it away again. "Trust me when I say, he'd prefer if you have it... You two have some things to figure out" Pecco said with a chuckle before he left.

Marc knew how important the smell and shirts smelling like someone was for Omegas. Not just to show that they belong to a certain alpha but also to show that their own alpha was already claimed.

He had learned it the hard way. He had barely been 20, only formally teammates with Dani, a kind and very protective omega.

During their years as teammates, Dani had warmed up to him and essentially adopted him as a pup. But they hadn't yet been close when he had accidentally grabbed one of Dani's Honda corporate shirts and put it on. He hadn't realized the different smell since his scent wasn't that good and everything was still new and different.

It was only when Dani smacked him over the head that he realized his mistakes. It had taken him by surprised and cause him to stare at the older rider with wide eyes.

Dani had looked angry and the gesture had been something he had never done before. Dani had demanded he go change. Marc hadn't understand immediately but when he realized that he, an alpha, would be smelling like Dani, despite Dani dating - not yet mated - to Jorge, he had understand.

Since then he had made an effort with things like that, so if felt wrong to just take the shirt that was still smelling like Marco. It felt violating towards the Italian man and the last thing he wanted was to hurt him in any way.

Marc stared at the shirt, laying there like a sweet sin. His eyes were constantly on it, feeling the need to grab it and smell it, search for the scent of the omega in the fabric and wrap it around him to savior it.

"Fuck" he muttered.

Before he knew it, he took out his phone.

He opened WhatsApp and looked throw the riders group chat. He checked the contacts and quickly found the right one.

~ theBez🦂 was the user name, the profile picture one of Rubik.

Marc snapped a picture of the shirt, his hand on the fabric, not being able to stand the thought if not being allowed to touch the little piece he had of the omega.

"Can I wear it? Pecco gave it to me. It's your shirt. Still smells like you" he texted.

It took a few minutes until he got a reply.

"Yes. Please."

[danieyells]

Hey Danie, do you know if it's known which of the two fractions were like the good ones and which the bad ones?

I don't think there's "good" or "bad" here, anon. That's really black and white thinking and I don't think it was a black and white conflict like that.

Siding with Darkwick definitely seems closer to """bad""" but I also doubt that anyone had bad intentions in their choices. (Except the spy obviously, but even he may not have necessarily had bad intentions despite Taiga'a description of him.) Hell they may not have understood the full extent of what they were even siding with. We don't even know what Darkwick was like before the Clash.

We don't even fully know what the Clash was about. We know how it started and what the factions were and how long it was and some of the resulting effects but I don't think we've ever fully learned what it's about or what each side fought for.

Theories under the cut, if you want my perspective

I have my suspicions based on two or three little things but we haven't had any implication as to what the conflict was even about except that Hotarubi being "pro-anomaly"/"anomaly sympathizers" apparently makes them sympathizers now in terms of dissidents vs sympathizers in the Clash. Which suggests the Clash was, at least partially, about accepting anomalies(the sympathizers/establishment) or. . .otherwise?(the dissidents/reformers)

But we don't know if that means that the dissidents want to kill/destroy anomalies rather than capture them or what.

Yuri asked how long the Institute intended to keep the existence of anomalies from the public, so maybe the dissidents want people to know about anomalies so dangerous ones can be destroyed with the help of society at large, but the sympathizers want them to be kept secret and safe regardless of how dangerous they are? That would match that the sympathizers are loyal to darkwick's current vision("capture, don't kill") and the dissidents want 'reform' of some kind("kill anomalies if they're a public risk"). But that's just a theory and we don't have canon knowledge on the values of each side beyond "Hotarubi becoming pro-anomaly betrays the dissident faction's values" according to WickHive comments.

The only other evidence I have to support this is that the Clash started when an Ultio student was killed--someone from the House that housed a prison for dangerous anomalies. The victim being from a house that's heavily versed in Darkwick's current value of "capture don't kill" could be related to the dissenters wanting to get to the dangerous anomalies and kill them(or let them out to show the importance of killing them when they're dangerous,) but the student was in the way somehow, maybe on duty for the night.

Of course, the real murderer could have been the Spy who was just trying to make the ghouls and houses fight to make the ghouls look worse by having them all be crazy and kill each other.

Ultimately I don't think either are good or bad. If my analysis is correct I'd definitely lean establishment/sympathizer except in some of the most dangerous cases. . .but also I'd want the public to know about anomalies so they could be part of society and also so people could be aware of the most dangerous ones y'know? It's like with animals--yeah something might be dangerous but that doesn't mean it doesn't have its place. If it's a threat to you, fight it off. If it's minding its own business then leave it be.

But if I'm analyzing the potential faction views properly I can really see both sides' values and I'm not seeing a good vs evil here.

[spread-the-influence]

How does the virus function? Patient zero is the most affected at the moment with it having near total control over her, more as a suggestive force that alters her inhibitions and exploits any vulnerabilities (her relationship with pomni) , but the fucking brainworms™ are more than willing to wipe the slate clean if the host starts to question the delusion too much and make them complacent with delusion. however, it seems entirely beholden to its host, and if the host decide it wants to die, well said fucking brainworms™ are doomed. the effects seem to vary from host to host, for gangle it was like a parasite that she just had to remove, for jax it seems to make him almost feral (most likely manipulating memories to increase aggression) as for kinger, it seems to be almost binding, like the virus is struggling to organize the code and more unable to actively attack. does it act similar to a fungus? Building a network of hosts and carriers who function according to degree of infection, since ragatha seems more then capable of understanding them it would suggest more of a hivemind network. Ragatha is at the later (potentially final stages) of the infection, much like how a fungus replaces peices of its host, and when the primary host dies, would it migrate to one of the other hosts, making them sort of carriers. players and npcs are extremely complex that the fucking brainworms™ are more than able to attach to and gradually replace (like the ship of thesus) but what happens if it infects something else, say Gangle's mask. while it's not a player character, it is both a player model, and a player asset that affects behavior. if say the fucking brainworms™ were wiped out via washing machine. could it build its own self from that character model with the pieces its ripped from the others, Gangles ribbon like movement, Jax's sight, and so forth. ultimately i wonder if the virus is more like a virological pathogen, akin to flu, or more organized and fungal in nature. and if it is organized, how organized, is it capable of forming a hivemind? (Sorry for the tangent, and the wall of text, can't wait to see more!)

oh boy ! wonderful questions , this is going to also be a long one .

the reason i often call it The Evil Fucking Worms is because it's based off Computer Worms ! (: it's not one-to-one as the influence Needs a host unlike actual computer worms , but they do share the need to spread , infiltrating Several potential hosts , and being a pain in the Ass to remove .

which means it is essentially an Evil Digital ( Kind Of ) Fungus . it latches itself into a host , have them spread the virus , and create a network ! however it inevitably means they have a top-down approach ..... so the entire thing will Fall Apart if the host goes ...... they are capable of migrating , of course , but that thing's Not immediate . if ragatha was shot in the head , either by someone else or her own volition , the virus instantly goes away and the circus is saved !!!!! we also have one casualty but let's not talk about that —

it's not smart . if they were in the virus olympics they would score last place . but in all fairness , they aren't Sentient or have Consciousness . they're just Functions trying to complete the specific task of Infecting . i like to think that in the process of taking over their host to create an exit , they got stuck . and tried to solve the problem by essentially going Oh Shit Oh Fuck just keep spreading I'm sure it'll solve the issue ( It Didn't )

so even if it infected a player model nothing would happen if the primary host got anti-virus'd . on another note , i feel a player model getting infected first would indirectly infect the player it's connected to . and subsequently make them the primary host .

player models , to me , are pieces that connect to a whole , and the player's brain is a part of that whole unfortunately .

i do Love the idea of it building itself a body through the pieces it ( read : ragatha ) took from the others , though , but it relies too much on its primary host to even bother with that kind of thing . unlike real worms they aren't really smart . they lowkey kind of dumb ...... if they manifest they would just be a tiny squishy centipede ( or whatever other animal that would thematically be consistent with its host ) ..... ragatha's the only one with the braincell ....

a hivemind used to be possible , but i've downplayed a LOT of the virus because i wanted to give ragatha more agency — because i think it's more interesting if she Does things rather than Taking Orders from the worms in her brain . of course she would Never do this shit without the worms in her head , but she's not like being directly commanded to Kill y'know . right now , the only thing that's Kind Of hivemind-like is the infected being able to understand each other .

[galaxy-fleur]

I wanted to ask if you have any headcanons and ideas on how it would be like being roommates/friends with Leon?

Any version is fine and if you're okay with it, you can do both becuz i feel like they're a bit different. I'll leave the details to you.

Oh my god they were roommates...

Couldn't help myself, sorry! I take it you wanna talk about a combination of those? I definitely think that would be a very interesting dynamic to consider... It's one thing to be friends with someone, and it's completely another to share a home with them, even if you try to keep things as separate as possible from one another.

I don't think any version of Leon would be a troublesome roommate to live with, to be honest. But I'll be going over his og version here! Even at his worst (say, Vendetta Leon), he's not the type to make his issues someone else's problem, unless you directly go and try to get him back on his feet. And even then, it'll be mostly some hushed grumbling and annoyed stubbornness on his part. The most you'll have to deal with, is him being a very chatty drunk that keeps on venting to you with increasingly concerning info the longer he goes on. He'll feel terrible about it in the morning, and you'll wake up to your favorite breakfast as a wordless apology from him. Even if you tell him that it's alright.

He'd also keeps things pretty clean. Well... your shared things, anyway. His room may look a complete mess depending on his state of mind. I'm talking trash piling up on the nightstands, wrinkled clothes littering the floor and bedsheets not being changed in weeks. It's depressing to be in, if you were to take a peek in there while he's away. And it's hard to feel better when your safe space is in such a poor state. It would definitely do him some good to have someone who could take care of that for him, especially if you're also friends with him. Do be ready for him to get a bit choked up once he gets there, though. He's not used to being taken care of like this. But hey, everyone needs some help every once in a while, even if it's something relatively small like cleaning up their room for them.

It's nice to have that, even if he feels kind of bad for making you take care of him like this.

Even aside from all that, simply having someone there to share a living space with him would do him a lot of good, even if it comes with its drawbacks, like you two bickering over chores and laundry sometimes. Leon is someone who is fundamentally lonely. Even the bad parts of coliving would spruce up his day-to-day routine and help keep his mind off things. It's nice to have a home that actually feels lived in, that doesn't feel empty to come back to. If it weren't for you, his apartment would be pretty damn bare and undecorated. But having some plants placed here and there, or small knickknacks, or even your clothes and belongings littering the rooms, would genuinely help him feel more at home, instead of just treating his apartment as a place to sleep and eat in.

As I went over here, I personally view him as a morning bird. So, depending on your own sleep schedule, you might see him shuffling up and about as early as at five am or so. He'll either work out at home or at the gym based on that. He's the type to be pretty mindful of that sort of thing (unless you two are purposefully trying to annoy each other for whatever reason as friends sometimes do lol). If you are a fellow morning bird, you could share a morning run! It's a good way for you two to catch up and simultaneously get your brains working. Plus, he's genuinely a pretty great workout buddy to have.

Leon is... naturally a people's person when he's in a good mental space. If you're someone who's more on the introverted side, who prefers to have their alone time, it might be a tad difficult to find the ideal balance with him. He's the type to constantly invite you out to bars or diners, suggest new movies for you two to check out, or just ask you about your day. He means well, he loves his friends! But it can get a bit draining at times. Especially so if you're not a morning person and are grouchy for a while after you wake up, while he's fully awake and energized. You might need to establish some boundaries with him, like letting you do your thing in the kitchen without chatting you up, or leaving some days for you to recharge on your own. It would take some trial and error for you two, but it'll eventually work out. Even if he still messes up sometimes.

But hey, otherwise, it's great to relax back on the couch and pop open a cold one with him after a long day at work. He's also naturally physically affectionate, even if you two are just friends, so I totally see him resting a comfortable arm around your shoulders as you enjoy some new movie and share a few good laughs.

When it comes to chores, he can be a bit forgetful. He wouldn't purposefully dump all the responsibilities on you, but there would be times when you'll have to sigh and text him about the groceries he forgot to buy again. Or him not putting away his cup out of the sink. Or his jacket staying on your couch for a week straight. As I said, he does try to keep your shared things neat and tiny, but it can be a bit difficult for him when he's in his head about something. And that... happens a lot.

And while he does get taken care of on his health, it would still be nice to have someone who could help him treat his back at home, or assist him around the house when he gets his arm or leg stuck in a cast for a while. It doesn't feel nearly as miserable when he doesn't have to huff and puff on his own about it, even if it's pretty upsetting to see him all beat up after an especially rough assignment. At least you can doodle something silly on his cast. That'll pull a hearty chuckle out of him.

Also, this man has a haircare shelf that is scarily impressive in size and cost. And he does need a whole separate shelf for it. At least him taking care of his hair is a telltale sign of him being in a good mental space, so you don't complain much about it. Well. Aside from him taking up over an an hour in the bathroom on his haircare day. That one sucks.

[mangostarjam]

bedmates — kaiju no. 8, hoshina soshiro x f!reader x narumi gen, use of apricot as a nickname, reader is also referred to as "our girl" and "sweetheart" and "babe", established uhh something but gen and soshiro are still rivals, there was just one bed, suggestive, about 1k words

written for @peskyfirefly hehe HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAY BELOVED

"Move over," Narumi Gen grumbles, "you're squishing us!"

"Aw, but apricot likes bein' squished," Hoshina Soshiro says cheerfully. He shuffles in further and Gen grunts as the Vice Captain's foot meets his shin.

Your leg is cramping up. You try to wiggle it free, but Soshiro's leg pins you in place. "Why did the Defense Force think that sending you two on a mission together would be a good idea? And why am I paying the price?"

Gen's arm lands heavily around your waist. "Of course the Defense Force would send their strongest fighter to the scene," he says. "Don't know what Bowl Cut thinks he's doing, crashing our romantic getaway like this, but —"

"I just spent ten minutes washing kaiju pieces out of my hair," you interrupt.

"Super romantic," Soshiro nods, and out of the corner of your eye you spot a lopsided grin creeping up his face. "Captain Narumi's just mad I'm the one who caught ya when that kaiju grabbed you."

Gen scoffs, and his breaths blow strands of your hair into your face. You frown, but before you can reach up to fix it, Soshiro's hand appears in your line of vision. Gen knocks his hand away and the rough pads of his fingers skim your cheek. "Shut it, Bowl Cut. That's the only reason we're letting you stay with us tonight, y'know."

"Hm, really? But once we found out there was only one bed left open, our girl insisted that I join," Soshiro says. "Ya sure that's the only reason?"

It feels a little strange, listening to them bicker over you — literally over you, because with each man on either side and you in the middle, you're catching every exasperated huff and quiet snort. It isn't the first time you've been in a bed with one of them, but never at the same time. Both men seem to prefer pretending that you aren't seeing the other, though you've kept them both informed, and you know they can both be a little… vindictive about it.

Gen tips your chin towards him and you turn your head willingly, squinting in the curtained moonlight. His eyes gleam as he looks you over, his lips curling into a smirk. "Why don't we ask her?"

"I don't want to talk to you," you say immediately, trying to turn your head away. "Do you know how disgusting it is to have a kaiju explode over you?" Gen rolls his eyes and leans forward to kiss you.

You relax into the kiss with a sigh, lips parting automatically as his tongue swipes along the seam, sinking into the heat and warmth of him as his grip on your chin gets a little tighter. Gen kisses you hungrily, licking into your mouth with a groan, and you make a muffled noise of surprise when he nudges his hips into your side.

"Have you been hard this whole time?" you demand breathlessly, tipping your head back as he plants kisses along your jaw.

"My turn," Soshiro murmurs, knocking Gen's hand aside and rising up on an elbow to lean down and kiss you. He nips at your lip and you whimper, hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. Both men insisted on keeping street clothes out of the bed, so they're both stripped down to their briefs, and even though it's nothing new, your heart races as if it's the first time you've ever seen them naked.

"So what's the deal, apricot?" Gen murmurs, fingers tracing idle patterns down your stomach. "Why're we sharing a bed tonight?"

Soshiro pulls back from kissing you senseless and nudges his thigh more firmly between yours. Gen takes advantage of the movement to dip his hand between your legs, caressing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "I did hear it's a pretty special day tomorrow," Soshiro says teasingly.

Your eyes flutter open and you catch the glint of sharp canines before Soshiro ducks down to suck a mark into the side of your neck that Gen's missed. "T-tomorrow?" you gasp. Heat radiates beneath your skin, making your brain go a little fuzzy as sparks of pleasure dance through you. "What's tomorrow?"

"Don't play dumb," Gen huffs.

"Ah, well, it's past midnight," Soshiro says, fingers trailing along your collarbone. You shiver. "So the special day's here now."

"You didn't really think we'd forget." Gen squeezes your inner thigh. You reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly until he gets the hint and leans over to kiss you again. Your other hand grips Soshiro's firm bicep for dear life, every flex of muscle fanning the heat building in your core.

Soshiro laughs when your body jolts at the firm press of his thigh to your aching center, but he snickers even more when Gen pulls back from kissing you to swear at him. "Fuck off, Bowl Cut, gimme my hand back."

"Our girl looks like she's gettin' impatient, Captain," Soshiro says. You can't help but squirm under their hungry gazes. "Better hurry and make her cum. How many times would ya like, apricot? It's your birthday, so be selfish."

"You're both really okay with this?" you ask, chest heaving, heart racing. It was only a nebulous, passing idea — a secret, deep down fantasy — but when you heard there was only one bed available, you knew you had to take the chance.

Soshiro's gaze softens first, and he leans down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. "'Course, sweetheart. Anythin' ya want."

Gen kisses you next, rolling his eyes fondly when you blink at him in question. "I would've ordered him to take a train back to his base if I didn't want to do this. But it's for you, babe."

Both men share a look, and then they're on you again, covering you in kisses and marks and sending lightning zipping through you.

"Happy birthday, apricot."

[factual-fantasy]

30 Asks! Thank you so much! :)) 🐶

I have no intentions to watch RiD <:/ partially because I don't have the drive to jump into and finish another show.. but also because I've seen people criticize RiD for breaking TFP canon rules, rewriting events, undoing canon fates, resetting character developments, etc. All without any explanation..

It probably works fine as a show by itself. But I wont watch it specifically because its supposed to be attached to Prime and does so very poorly. Or so I've been warned/told-

@burningmusicfunnygiant

Being a prime doesn't mean he feels no fear. I think he just has an incredible level of control over his emotions. So I don't think he'd have as animated as a reaction as Bulkhead, but I have no doubt he'd be terrified. Just more subtly-

If he were there instead of Bulkhead, he would gasp and quickly step back, transforming his hands into blasters with the others like Bulkhead did. But he wouldn't start screaming or anything-

When they all split up to look for scraplets, Optimus and Miko would be walking together. Optimus would seem rather paranoid and silently scanning the walls. When the wires fell I think it would seriously startle him, maybe even getting a gasp or a shout out of him. but only for a moment. He would immediately realize what it was and begin to untangle himself. When the scraplets fell I think that for sure would get a shout from him as he tried to blast them.

@chromchi

I think his role in the story is interesting. The idea of this creature wanting to have a family or kingdom in a sense. To have more of its kind, to at least not be alone anymore. Then to have that opportunity destroyed by the Autobots. Only to later reveal that the one he trusted most, Megatron, was the one who set it all up.

But other than that, I realllly don't like everything else about him.😔I don't like how he's a clone of a clone which was cloned from ancient dusty fossils. That should not be logically possible, and it takes me out of the story so hard. It really feels like they just wanted to have cool metal dragons in TFP and bent what ever rules they needed to to make it happen.

I don't like that he can transform into the splitting image of a normal Cybertronian. Considering the millions of years between the two species. I don't like that its suggested that this clone of a clone is somehow more intelligent and powerful then the original. And I don't like that he can talk. Especially in full and perfectly grammatically correct sentences without being taught by anyone. AND only being away for like 3 days or something. And I don't like that his voice sounds posh and crystal clear, I expected his voice to sound gravely and deep. you know. Like a beast??

All in all, I just don't think he makes any sense and it annoys me 💔

I would be too squeamish to eat raw food, so Bibi would refuse to eat it because he doesn't want me to feel left out.❤️ The other 3 would be willing to try and might even like it :00

Its both, I just really have no interest in shipping. I feel super awkward posting it and am always afraid my posts getting all these lewd and spicy comments. Which I have gotten on NON ship posts. Even posts that have NO ROMANCE, I've gotten them for just drawing male characters. Its very gross and keeps me from participating in 99% of ships openly.

And yeah, shipping drama. I've seen the comments and hate people get for their chosen ship, Its awful and I want no part in it.🤚🚫

Lastly, the only ship I can ever remember liking enough to incorporate into my AU was Gummigoo X Pomni. But even so, I don't think those two are canonically an item. In my AU a LOT of things have changed around the circus that eventually result in those feelings developing.

I was surprised and disappointed that Magnus was basically booted out of the story right at the beginning. I was looking forward to seeing more interactions between him and Wheeljack.. In my AU, if I can find opportunities- I would love to include him and Fowler more :)

As for the movie, my AU wont be developed that far. Since all the stuff with them leaving the kids behind and all the killing and death on the Nemesis is not something I wanna brainstorm..

But if I did, you can guarantee I'd find a way to keep Optimus alive. :)

I don't plan to have Breakdown and Knockout be a couple in my AU for 2 reasons. For 1, I'm building my AU off of the Prime show with minimal outside influence. So I have no plans to incorporate anything form any comics outside of the Prime show.

In the Prime show, Breakdown and Knockout were just partners, in the sense they were sent out to battles together frequently. At the most they were friends. So friends in my AU they shall become/stay.

Secondly, I personally really don't like shipping or adding romance into any of my AUs, with very rare exceptions. So if I made them a couple I simply wouldn't want to draw them and read the lewd comments that would follow them..😞

I don't think they would have a genuine interest in normal mouse toys. So I would cut them open, remove the stuffing and fill them half way with sand, sew them back up and THEN give them to Bibi and Cici. They would have a blast throwing them around by the tail and watching them splat comically flat on the ground XDD

I'm afraid I haven't heard of this movie before :(( 💔💔

@nerdyskullcap

SCREMINGGGG THANK YOU SOM MUCH!! 😭😭💞💞💞

(Referencing this post)

My favorite thing about Transformers: Prime is how much everyone openly cares about Optimus as their friend, not just their leader. And how much Optimus reciprocates those feelings 😭💞

Probably Cici XDD

Bibi follows in my footsteps and only drinks water. The others drink all kinds of stuff, including regular/cows milk. :0

@beryl-shade

I am not <:( is it any good? :0

@whereismycupofcoffee

They might as well at this point! XD

Its just a coincidence that most of the time I drew Captain Kwazii it called for his eyes to be closed. Nothings wrong with his eyes--😅

@gay-space-bird

AAAAA THANK YOU! :DDD I'm honored to hear that I encouraged you to rewatch the show! :))

@littlelightfish

IAJBJHSBEFJHSBF XDDDD WWBWBWB ALSO THANNKOYU!!!

AWW! Thank you so much!! :DD 💖💖💖

@imafreakinrainbow478484

I heard about and saw Markiplier play it, and I thought "Hey, this is kind'a fun! I bet they'd be fun to draw!" Then I scrolled down and saw talk of the creator being sent death threats and incest and pedophilia or something and AI trash and I said "OOOOOOkayyyyy turning away from THAT fandom actually-" 💀💔💔

OOO!!! :DD Thank you! :)))

The only one who could do it flawlessly in one take is Gerald XDD

Unfortunately, I don't know what those are.. 😔💔💔

@cherrycreamfairy

Awe! Thank you so much!! :DDD💞💞

Oh yeah, I've had my fair share. 💀💀

@theintroverse (Referencing this post)

I'm afraid Bibi has already put out the flames! XDD But I'll be sure to let you know next time I get a fiery burnout.👍

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Hearing characters with relatively deep voices like Freddy and Monty singing a song that fast would be very funny XDD

I watched a good chunk of it before I ran out of steam and dropped the show.😔I lost interest in going back to it when I learned about the plotline of Webby being 1 of 3 tube clones that were copies of Scrouge..?? Or something?? Some weird cloning thing like that made me lose all interest. It took me out of the story hard. 💔

@endlesssuffering4ever

Hmm... prooobably Pure Vanilla? He's my favorite :))

I thiiink that would have to be Octonauts for me. I'm open about liking it on Tumblr, but embarrassed to say how much I love it to other people.😅