"I love you like birds love to sing, it's just natural.. like the sun loves to shine, it's habitual, a ritual that I love. Loving you is the best sensation, and I'll never let you go till the end of time."
“Yeah. It looks good on you.” He gave her wink. “Besides it doesn’t fit this manly bod anymore.”
Pidge rolled her eyes. He was right, though. Still lanky and looking like he’d missed too many meals, at twenty-four he’d taken on the broad-shouldered construction of an adult man. It was, honestly, sexy as hell. Of course, if she admitted this, there’d be no living with him.
Instead, she said, “Dream on noodle-boy,” and kissed his nose.
Crackship art for a buddy 😌 YEAH TF fans the scaling is whack & purposely so, whoops.
(The joke for non-TF fans is that Drift's husband is also a grumpy CMO. Not like Grouchy Doctor With A Heart of Gold is an uncommon trope or anything, but Ratchet definitely has that McCoy-ish bent lol)
Okay but like, kissing Tony's nose tho??? That'd be so fucking cute. And like I bet he'd scrunch it up ya know, and just look super fucking adorable!!!! And then maybe he'd giggle or something!!!! And it'd be so cute, HE IS SO CUTE!!!!! 😭🤧🥰😍
PERFECT.
That’s all I dream about, nonnie!
And for a shameless plug, here’s the fic we’re discussing in case someone’s wondering —