#so i slowed down and he started tailgating us more so i slowed down more

[yardsards]

love slowing down when people tailgate me. bitch i will make us both late idgaf

[primussavethesemechs]

I want the human/cybertronian life difference to be talked about more in canon

Cuz I mean. it’s RIGHT THERE.

Just a smidgen of true acknowledgment I BEG YOU HASBRO‼️

i mean come on all it takes is someone mentioning how long the wars been going for one of the humans to go “4 MILLION YEARS???? WHAT THE FUCK HOW OLD ARE YOU???”

And optimus or ratchet to be like “…5/7 million?” And all of the humans to have a break down CUZ WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUVE BEEN ALIVE SINCE BEFORE THE HUMAN SPECIES EXISTED??? WE WERE MONKEYS WHEN YOU WERE BORN???

And the (woefully uniformed) cybertronians to be like “??? What do YOU mean your species was still evolving when I onlined, how long do you guys live?? A thousand?? A few hundred??”

And the gobsmacked humans to be like “??? NO WE HARDLY LIVE OVER A HUNDRED ITS CONSIDERED AN ACCOMPLISHMENT?? AVERAGE OLD AGE DEATH IS LIKE MID 80s!! TECHNICALLY THE AVERAGE LIFE SPAN IS 72 OR SOMETHING???”

Cue the autobots being like “😨 72??? THATS A CHILD WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT⁉️”

the more attached/emotional bots looking at their charges and realizing that not only are they sparklings compared to them but they’ll die as sparklings too in just a few decades, causing them to straight up have a mini meltdown.

Yeah they’re in a war and they’ve lost plenty of friends, but never to anything as predictable and inescapable as old age.

It’s the seeing-it-coming part that gets to them, the slow dread of knowing that even if they do everything right and keep them out of danger and they stay healthy there’s nothing they can do to stop them from withering away in a couple of decades.

Most versions of bumblebee looking at their charge/friend and realizing his assumptions about the fact that since they’re both still young that they’ll have plenty of time to just. Live together and have fun- are wrong?? Immediately tears. Even if cybertronians can’t cry tears he’s doing whatever the equivalent is and running away to cry in his room. And then running back to snatch them and take them with him cuz HE CANT WASTE A SECOND IF THEIR LIFESPANS ARE REALLY THAT SHORT HES GONNA JUST HAVE TO SPEND 24/7 WITH THEM

This whole concept ESPECIALLY applies to TFP since all of them got their own little human buddy and there’s only like 5 autobots to begin with (of the main season 1 crew) they’ve lost so many of their own so recently, their numbers are already dwindling down to nothing, they’re losing the war and the kids are what’s given them a major morale boost. To continue fighting they need hope, and the kids have kind of become their hope for the future- to know they’ll die off in under a century despite how young they still are is a shot to the spark.

Look me in the eye and tell me bee wouldnt panic hearing that Raf only has 70-80 years to live. LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME HE WOULDNT HAVE SOME KIND OF FIT OVER BEING TOLD THAT HIS LITTLE BUDDY (from a cybertronian perspective) HAS A LIFESPAN EQUIVALENT TO A LATE STAGE TERMINAL ILLNESS DIAGNOSIS. Bee would start treating Raf like a kid with stage 4 cancer 😭

I just KNOW bulkhead would have the worst reaction other than bee, maybe even worse cuz he looks at miko and realizes she’s used up basically a fifth of her entire lifespan already and she’s Still So Little and straight up starts weeping. That’s his DAUGHTER you can’t take her from him so soon it’s not FAIR! He might have to go destroy a canyon wall or something to let some of the anger and grief out

Arcee is Not taking it well either.

She JUST got attached to this one, just got used to a new partner and your telling her that no matter what she does he’s never going to last as long as tailgate of cliff jumper did?? Even if both he and she do everything they’re supposed to do to protect him and extended his life?? Depression time baby

Optimus and ratchet don’t react as much outwardly to the news as the others but inside they’re both 💔💥

These kids have brought optimus a level of contentment he hasn’t felt in vorns, and he sees how bright their spirits shine- Only to now know those precious spirits will burn out in less than a century- it gnaws at him inside, yet another strike from the cruelty of fate

Ratchet is devastated but refuses to acknowledge it, these kids- yes even miko- have become his pseudo grandkids and he’s not ready, nor will he ever be ready, to outlive them. Jacks reminds him too much of a younger optimus, still learning and still hopeful. Miko is… well she has a fire to her that ratchet can appreciate (when she’s not actively annoying him) she’s determined enough to make anything happen which he does begrudgingly respect even if he wishes she wouldn’t just throw herself into any and every situation just for fun.

And Raf…

Raf is his apprentice, the only one of the kids to understand him and listen intently to his stories of cybertron. To show appreciation for his work and his ideas, to Listen and Learn and Improve his inventions. He harbors the most fondness for Raf since he sees so much potential in him, and has taken him under his wing in teaching him cybertronian language and biology.

He feels almost like he’s training a student to take his place- only for the ground to be ripped out from under him to know that Raf will never have the chance to succeed him, will never even outlive him.

A parent should never have to bury their child, and ratchet already feels that he has.

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TLDR the autobots find out humans have fruit fly lifespans next to them and become one big soggy mess of tears, optimus and ratchet included although they try to have a stiff upper lip about it (and fail to varying extents)

I swear this was supposed to be about any and all continuities but TFP took over completely😭 idk it just fits the best since they focus so much on how attached the bots get to the kids

Edit: btw this was inspired from the fact I found out that the cybertronian equivalent to a year (yes I know technically they have solar cycles which are roughly a human year but what they consider a year vs their lifespan/time perception is different) is a vorn. A vorn is 80 HUMAN YEARS. I saw that and went “oh wow a vorn is like a whole human lifespan!😃” and then I went “OH A VORN IS A WHOLE HUMAN LIFESPAN 😀“

[rootedinrevisions]

One of them Girls: Part 16 (Finale)

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I PART 6

PART 7 I PART 8 I PART 9 I PART 10 I PART 11 I PART 12

PART 13 I PART 14 I PART 15

Four Years Later...

The evening sun bathed the rolling hills of Northwest Arkansas in a warm, golden light. You leaned back against the tailgate of Tyler's truck, the worn flannel blanket beneath you feeling comforting and familiar. The picnic basket beside you was nearly empty, save for a few crumbs and an empty bottle of wine, remnants of a simple, perfect meal. Tyler sat next to you, his arm casually draped around your shoulders as you both looked out over the landscape.

Tomorrow was a big day—your graduation from the University of Arkansas. You'd worked so hard to get here, and now that it was finally happening, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirled within you. The future stretched out ahead of you, full of possibilities, but also questions. What would come next?

You glanced over at Tyler, who seemed lost in thought, a soft smile playing on his lips. He was quiet tonight, more than usual, but the look in his eyes when he glanced at you told you everything you needed to know—he was happy, content, just being here with you.

"You okay?" you asked, nudging him gently.

He chuckled, turning his gaze to you. "Yeah...Just thinking."

"About what?" you pressed, curious.

"About us. About the future," he said, his tone thoughtful. "About you. I'm just really proud of you."

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder. "I couldn't have done it without you, Tyler. You've been my rock through all of this."

He was quiet for a moment, then he took a deep breath, his arm tightening around you slightly. "So... what do you think is next for you? After graduation, I mean."

You sighed, the question you'd been avoiding finally brought to the surface. "Honestly? I'm not sure. There are so many options, and it's hard to know what the right path is."

Tyler nodded, his expression serious. Then, a playful glint sparked in his eyes. "Well, I was kind of hoping you'd include me in whatever comes next."

You looked up at him, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he slid off the tailgate and stood in front of you. "Can you stand up for a second?"

A little confused but curious, you pushed yourself up from the tailgate and stood before him. Tyler reached out and took both of your hands in his, his thumbs brushing gently over your knuckles.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now," he began, his voice soft but steady. "About how these last few years have been the best of my life. And it's because of you. I've never been happier than when I'm with you. You let me be myself, and you make me feel like I'm enough just as I am."

Your heart started to race, and you could feel your breath hitch in your throat as Tyler suddenly dropped to one knee in front of you. The world seemed to slow down, the only sound was the steady beating of your heart.

He looked up at you, his eyes full of love and sincerity. "I can't imagine my life without you. I don't want to. So... I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of being my wife? Will you marry me?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, simple ring, its gold band catching the last rays of the setting sun.

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over as you nodded furiously, your voice caught in your throat. "Yes," you finally managed to whisper, your heart bursting with happiness. "Yes, Tyler, I'll marry you."

His smile was the brightest thing you'd ever seen, and he slid the ring onto your finger with hands that were surprisingly steady. Then, he stood, pulling you into his arms and lifting you off the ground. He spun you around, both of you smiling and laughing..

When he finally set you down, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away your tears. He looked at you with such love and devotion that you felt like you might melt. "I love you," he whispered before leaning in to kiss you, the kind of kiss that makes everything else fade away.

A Year Later...

The backyard of Tyler's house was transformed into a beautiful, rustic wedding venue. Twinkling lights were strung up across the trees, and wildflowers in mason jars decorated the tables. Friends and family gathered around, watching as you and Tyler shared your first dance as husband and wife. The soft melody of a country love song played in the background, but all you could focus on was the man holding you close.

As you swayed together under the night sky, you looked up at Tyler, your heart full. "Can you believe we're here? That we're actually married?"

Tyler smiled down at you, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. This is exactly where I'm supposed to be. With you."

You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "I'm so excited for our future, for all the adventures we're going to have. You and me forever."

Tyler's smile widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. "You and me forever, Mrs. Owens," he whispered before kissing you, sealing the promise of your future together.

As you danced beneath the stars, surrounded by the people you loved, you knew that no matter what life threw your way, you and Tyler would face it together. This was just the beginning of your forever.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Settle For This

Day #22 - AU | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex Acts, One F-Slur, Abuse of Power (Eddie's Not Mad At It), Brief Reference to Recreational Drug Use (Weed) | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Eddie x Gator, Minor Steddie Mention | Tags: Modern AU, Fuck The Police, Literally, Blowjob, Semi-Public Sex, But No Speeding Tickets Here

"Fuck the police," Eddie says, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. The van can't outrun the oversized penis metaphor of a truck behind him, red and blue lights flashing, so he eases to the shoulder. 

"Goddamnit, Eddie, I told you to slow down ten miles ago!" Gareth yells from the back, trying to hide the last of the weed.

Jeff's up front, and Goodie's sprawled out across the middle row, both dead to the world. 

They can't afford a speeding ticket, and definitely not anything more, if the guy's a real dickhead. 

The cop taps on the window, and oh, he's for sure a real dickhead. 

Stupid camo pants, stupid thigh-holster, and douchebag tattoos he definitely picked off a flash wall. This dimwit from the Stark County Sheriff's office is just gonna fuck up Eddie's whole night. Eddie can see it now.

He doesn't even give an opening spiel, just taps his nightstick on the side of the van, "What're you? Some sort of band? 'Spose yous guys are on tour, eh?"

"Yes," Eddie answers, trying not to sound sarcastic. But honestly? Did the logo give it away?

"Well, what kind of music do y'all shitbirds play?" he asks.

Eddie would rather just give his license and registration.

"Heavy metal," Eddie says.

"I like Metallica," the cop says in his thick accent, as if Metallica isn't the most well-known metal band in existence, but Eddie just nods. 

"I'm gonna need you step out of the vehicle," the officer says, and fuckity fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fine.

Whatever.

Just get this over with.

He's led to the back of the patrol truck, parked behind the van, lights still flashing, bouncing around in the darkness.

"I'm Officer Tillman, Gator if you're nasty," he says, and Eddie blinks at him. Did he really just say that? 

And Gator? What kind of name is Gator? Makes Goodie sound normal.

"I'm gonna have to give you the once over," he drawls, and then he's frisking Eddie, too rough, too long, and way too interested in what's between Eddie's legs.

"If you want to fuck me, just say so," Eddie snaps, and the hand that was brushing against him clamps down, squeezing his dick.

Eddie wills himself to not get hard. On principle.

"What'd you say to me, faggot?"

"I'm not the one squeezing cock, now am I?" 

Gator lets go, but keeps patting Eddie down.

"I ain't got nothing on me. I'd suggest a cavity search, but I think you'd like that a little too much, wouldn't you?"

"Don't make me handcuff ya."

Eddie grins, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Eddie gets shoved against the tailgate of the truck for his trouble, and a knee slides between his legs, pushing upwards. 

And a hand, big and rough, grabs a fistful of Eddie's hair, pulling. Hard.

His dick is a goddamn traitor, because that does it. He's fucking hard against this asshole's thigh between one breath and the next. 

Fuck it.

Eddie grinds down, and briefly wonders if he's really fucked now. If he's gonna end up in jail, or worse.

But Gator pulls back, and his hand is firm on Eddie's shoulder, pushing him down, down, down to his knees, forcing him into the gravel.

Eddie hates that he isn't mad about this. Hates that he wants it.

Eddie goes.

And Gator is looking down at him, holding some intense eye contact, as he starts unbuckling his belt. Eddie watches and licks his lips. The dick that he pulls out of those camo pants is big, and thick, and Eddie wants nothing more than to put his fucking mouth all over that cock. 

Eddie sticks his tongue out of his mouth a little, an invitation, and Gator steps closer, taking it. Eddie wraps his hand around the thick length, and guides it towards his mouth. Rubbing the tip against his bottom lip, before sliding it all down, nose to pubes, showing off.

Gator groans, and grabs a fistful of Eddie's hair. Eddie doesn't mind that at all, and starts sucking his dick in earnest. Enjoy the stretch, the musk, the sore jaw that comes with the territory.

And when Eddie flicks his eyes up again, Gator is sucking on a goddamn vape. He can't even smoke a cigarette like a real man, apparently, but he definitely thinks he's big and bad. 

Eddie will just have to bring this fucker to his knees, as retribution.

"Fuck me," Gator moans, and boy would Eddie like to do just that. But right along the highway, as deserted as it is, seems unwise.

He'll have to settle for this.

And Eddie bobs his head, wet and hard and intense, as Gator claws at his scalp, pulling his hair, forcing himself deeper. Eddie's sure he thinks he's getting away with something here, but Eddie wants him that deep. 

Wants him to swallow him fucking whole.

"Oh fuck," Gator says, and then lets out a wounded noise as he comes against Eddie's tongue, down his throat. Fucking filling him, still grinding in.

When Eddie finally pulls back, he's sure he looks thoroughly debauched, as he demands, "My turn."

And to Eddie's utter surprise, Gator slips his vape into his pocket, moving to his own knees.

Back in the van, after, Gareth is all up in his business.

"What the fuck? Did you fuck a goddamn cop?" Gareth asks, leaning over between the seats. "I didn't know you were serious when you said fuck the police, Eddie. Fucking hell."

"Didn't get a ticket, did I?" Eddie says, answering without answering. 

"That's like, illegal. You could have him charged. Abuse of power or some shit," Gareth says. 

"Well, that's a thought. But I'm not dissatisfied with the way my night went."

"How? Why?!" Gareth screeches. 

Eddie turns, and grins, "Did he not look like Steve Harrington?"

"No, he didn't look like Steve Harrington. He looked like a fucking douchebag!" Gareth argues, exasperated.

Eddie shrugs. 

He looked a little like Steve Harrington.

[tinydefector]

Ohhhh ok ok the Human affects one!!!

After the incident of drunken smash or pass and Rodimus drinking pep talk and all.

A new newbie maybe a Mech/or a human scientist idk and Liaison/MC was showing the place and all y'know being a good to the new maybe potential coworker. BUT !! Because of this everyone is starting a new rumors that possibly of the newbie having a crush on Liaison/MC and because of that the gang (aka the cybertronian's who have already have a crush on Liaison/MC) a "bit" jealous after witnessing both newbie and Liaison/MC alone in Swerve bar.

........

;3333 don't mind me blabbering i really wanted to share this

New Crewmate - human effects

Warnings: none

Word count: 3.3k

Did I take this opportunity to introduce another Oc of mine Yes I did, becuase you gave me the perfect opportunity to introduce my seeker Luna.

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Landing on Thora 4 had the crew a buzz with excitement of finally landing again. As The Lost Light's landing ramp descended, excitement hummed through the crew like an electric current. Many were itching to stretch limbs and sample new sights.

"Come on, Traxies!" Swerve gripped the younger bots' servo and tugged him down the ramp. "Sweets shop this way - I heard they have the best electrum-fudge that actually charges your intake!"   

Skids whooped and hoisted Bluestreak over his shoulders, spinning around in excitement, overfin finally stopping again. 

Cyclonus and Tailgate talk between themselves, figuring where they plan to go first and what they intended on spending their shanix on. The Ambassador stands beside Ultra Magnus. Reading over notes as many of the crew take off. "What's on the agenda today sir?, ships being fueled, my crew are off collecting supplies" They call out to him while reading over another list of needed personal Supplies.Magnus merely grunts in reply, engrossed in datapads.

The loud sound of heavy pede fall echo's up until Megatron stands near them, nodding in polite greeting. "Ambassador” Megatron Rumbles, Rodimus shouts as he bolts past the try to follow Swerve and Traxies. “Well there goes one of our captain's” they chuckle in amusement as the speedster takes off,  transforming so he can catch up. 

Megatron and Magnus both shake their helms in slight amusement. “I intend on staying at the ship to make sure everything is in order and to ensure Swerve doesn't try to smuggle in any illegal supplies.” Magnus states.  

“Ah don't remind me, last time he smuggled 5 kgs of cannabis on ship and I don't even know how he got ahold of that much” they groan in annoyance. 

A scoffing chortle vents from Megatron's engines at the unsurprising news of Swerve's misadventures. Few could match the minibot's aptitude for trouble, it seemed at least of the nonviolent variety, small mercies there. 

"Wise decision, to remain vigilant over ship. after Rodimus' latest folly. Who knows what manner of chaos his 'quests' might inspire, left unchecked." 

"I will handle the Energon restock, less Rodimus gets us ripped off again.” he hums while heading for the ramp. "I'm happy to come along for a trip" the Ambassador calls to him before he gets far. Megatron turns to the Ambassador with a delighted grin, genuinely pleased by their offer to accompany him. "Your company would be most welcome. Dealing with these merchants often tries my patience." 

He kneels down and extends a servo to help the Ambassador, they climb on as they are lifted and set up on Megatron's shoulder. "Come. Let us be on our way before any other meddlesome crew attempt to invite themselves along." At a slow, steady pace he walked, taking in the landscape of the docking ports, the mix and match of life that bustles around. The human hums while checking over some more reports.

 "I'm curious, Megatron. Have you ever been to Thora 4 before?" They ask while running inventory as their crew updates them on the supplies. "Once, long ago, when this world was but a backwater outpost on the fringes of known space," Megatron rumbled. " it's grown much since then” he remarks while admiring the infrastructure of the buildings.

They make a noise of  agreement  only for their data pad to ping. Their brows pinch slightly as they get a notification from Rodimus. His engine emitted a slight grumble. "Rodimus I presume. What trouble has our wayward captain gotten into now?"

The Ambassador opens the notification from Rodimus. "I believe your co-captain has taken to recruiting another crew member" they state rather amused as they walk through the stalls of the marketplace. Megatron huffed. His old grudge with the hotshot captain had mellowed to exasperated fondness. 

"Rodimus does have an unmatched talent for befriending the unlikeliest of mechs." It makes the Ambassador snicker lightly which earns them a glance from Megatron. “captain is that a soft spot showing” they tease only for him to roll his optics with an amused huff. As they passed stalls hung with crystals, medicinal drones and steaming tanks of viscous energon candy, Megatron's optics drank it all in with new appreciation. 

Thora 4 had become a thriving colony planet and one of the outer ring ship ports. 

The dealing of trades had taken much longer than either of them wanted it too, but Megatron presents made it much easier with dealers and merchants not wanting to see what the ex-warlord would do to them if they didn't agree with the human Ambassador over their ordered supplies. Their eyes move to look at the vast collection of treats, foods and random stuff of the markets, their eyes catching a few of the crew mingling with others. "Do you have a sweet tooth Megs?" They tilt their head while trying to catch his optics. Megatron looks to where the ambassador's curious gaze had been before they fell back to him, spotting familiar shapes among the mingling crowds.

"In truth, I've little experience with sweets," he rumbled, optics crinkling in good-natured thought. "Fuel was strictly rationed in the mines, with no indulgences spared. And in the Pits the most I cared for was having enough to no have my system cause issues in fights that continued during the war." 

Spotting a wheeled vendor pushing a platter piled high with glittering crystallised energon chunks, Megatron paused. His field flickered intrigued as he met the ambassador's eyes. 

"Though, I'm not opposed to trying new things. Unfortunately i don't know many 9d these" He stooped closer. The Ambassador's eyes flicker with mischief as they call out the stall attendant. " Could I please get 4 of the sodium citrum cubes, a Rhodium, Aluminium with red Energon and 3 Vanadium sticks" they call out. Megatron arched a brow plate in surprise and curiosity as the ambassador relayed their order to the stall keeper. Their selection seemed remarkably well-versed in Cybertronian preferences.

"You appear well-acquainted with our kinds' Fuel, Ambassador," he rumbled deeply. "Care to enlighten me?" As the order was packaged and handed over, Megatron examined each item closely - the glistening jewel tones, magnetic textures, subtle energy signatures, most of them looked like things only noble mechs would have consumed before the war, even after the end Megatron saw little reason to indulge in things like this, if it wasn't proper energon and enough to keep him running he wasn't interest outside of high grade on occasions.

He held out the crystal cube to look over. "Just remember hearing Rodimus order the citrum cubes before, the red Energon one I know Drift gets for Ratchet when we stop places that serve it, and we'll the Vanadium sticks are up there" they point to the cybertronian text, an innocent smile graces their lips. 

 "Think I've been taking bots out of dates without you capitan?" It's a teasing Jab.

A low chuckle rumbled from Megatron's chassis as he followed the ambassador's instruction, carefully parsing the neon glyphs above the stall. 

Lifting the small cube slowly to sample, he rolled it experimentally across sensor-laden dermas. He stiffens slightly at the taste, in his opinion it was foul. “how Rodimus can stomach this astounds me, it is foul, worse than earth petroleum when it's been sitting.” He grumbles while trying to get the taste out of his intake. 

It makes the Ambassador laugh as his face scrunch up in distaste. Their laughter mellows into small giggles. “I take it you prefer Diesel?” They inquire, the Tank nods in agreement. “If there was one thing from earth I would praise, it's the creation of your Diesel, which lasts longer and mixes with energon making it more filling” he explains. 

“Well I'm sure we can do something about getting some diesel For you” they hum. It was nice being able to just chat while doing ‘shopping’ their next stop after this wouldn't be for another 3 earth months outside of the planets they would be surveying or dead worlds they were looking for information on. 

The Ambassador let out a small noise of amusement as they see Rodimus standing at the Lost light with an unfamiliar mech,  a silver Seeker, both eagerly stuck in conversation. "Look out here comes trouble" they tease Megatron. Megatron tilted his helm, optics gleaming with dry humour as Rodimus came into view alongside an unfamiliar form. 

"Trouble does seem to follow him like plasma to a magnet," he rumbled to the ambassador. As they neared, Megatron offered courteous greeting. "Rodimus. I see you've made...interesting acquisitions."

Rodimus flashed a roguish grin. "Aw, you know me - can't resist chatting! This here's Luna Whistler. He's a medic. Figured Ratchet, And the others wouldn't mind another set of servos helping around Med.” 

Luna whistler nodded rapidly, clutching a collection of his equipment and gadgets. “Technically I'm a neuron-structural scientist and doctor, I mainly work with reworking and building the strut lines and structures. 

Megatron's optics narrow slightly, sensors tingling. He was wary of the seeker, he knew they most likely meant no harm but he was still on edge. "It's lovely to meet you Luna whistler, has Rodimus given you a tore of the ship, or finalised anything with Ultra Magnus" the question is mainly hinted at Rodimus.

Megatron fixed Rodimus with an expectant look as the Ambassador queried after proper protocols. Rodimus flashed a sheepish grin. "Aw, you worry too much, but no.. I was actually hoping one of you would be able to help me with it, pretty please?" He asked while looking at the two with pleading optics. 

Megatron let's out a tired vent before speaking. “I will assist with the documentation and talking with Magnus” Rodimus grins like a child as he fist bumps the air. The Ambassador lets Megatron put them down on the ground before turning back to the mechs. 

"Well I'm happy to do the tour and help Luna Whistler do the formal introduction if you two are alright with seeing Magnus." They hum, "Please try to keep Rodimus out of trouble Megatron" they call back while motioning for Luna whistler to walk with them.

Megatron watched them go with a long-suffering vent. Keeping Rodimus from mischief was akin to harnessing a plasma storm -taxing work with results constantly escaping one's grasp. once they had departed. Turning, he fixed Rodimus with a stern glower. Rodimus shoots him another awkward smile only for Megatron to shake his helm. He hands off the sodium citrum cubes to Rodimus. “How your Intake hasn't rusted is beyond my knowledge” he huffs, only for Rodimus to thank him as he shoves one of the cubes into his intake. 

The crew had all gathered in the Cantina after their adventures, they would be taking off again in the next cycle, so most of them had gathered within their groups, showing off what they had bought, traded or won. But it's Swerve who's optics fall on the ambassador and the new Seeker doctor. As the unlikely pair passed, chatter rose among the gathered crew. Megatron watched with veiled amusement as envious fields permeated the room. 

"Something about organics, I swear!" Swerve huffed, polishing a glass with needless vigour. "Mingle once and Mechs can't get enough of them!, who even is the new pair of wings?"

Brainstorm nodded sagely. "Pheromones, is what I've summarised to Swerve, we cybertronian seem to almost be drawn to them like scraplets to metal" He hums while re reading some of the new source Material he had gathered over the new Iacon record information. “Swerve, take a look at this” he states while handing the holo over for the barkeep. The minibot lets out a small whistle.

 “that more photos of Shockwave's human from before the war. If I hadn't known the ruthless scientist Shockwave, I'd almost believe he was in love with them” he remarks only for Skids to grab the holo to take a look. “Bismuth on a shimmer grown, Swerve that mech must have spark bonded them, you don't just give someone ceremonial bismuth. I knew Shockwave once, he's nothing like the Emputra mech you know now” there's slight sorrow in his voice as he hands the holo back to Brainstorm. 

Rodimus leaned against the bar, field pulsing in distaste, his spoiler flattening as he watched Luna Whistler and the Ambassador. “Just because I said they could join the crew didn't mean I wanted them getting all chummy with the Ambassador” he huffs only for Swerve to chuckle as he places a drink in front of Rodimus. 

"Honestly Roddy, one chat and they're sparkmates" Nautica says trying to rile him up, the others shoot her a look, Skids snickers as he gives her a nudge. "Organics form bonds so quickly. If only your charms worked half as well." Skids joins in on the teasing. 

Rodimus huffed, trying and failing to appear nonchalant. "One bot's not enough for the ambassador, huh?" It makes Swerve cackle as Drift makes his way over to join the group. “Drift not often you here, normally you're off with Ratchet?” Ambulon asked curiously. 

Drift makes himself comfortable running a servo over Rodimus' helm. “Ratchet's spending some time with Traxies, don't want to intrude on that” he hums, giving Swerve a nod in thanks as his own drink is set in front of him. “ this one isn't energex?” he asked. “no, no. I know you're not a fan of it, got a batch of En-no while we were stopped since there's a few of you who aren't interested in the side effects of the Energex or high grade” he states with a smile. 

“Look at that Rodimus looks like he's going to cry, shame you didn't get in sooner, your favourite little squishy is getting scooped up by a seeker” Whirl teases only for Cyclonus to give the helemech a slap up the side of the helm. "Give it a rest, Whirl. They're just talking, I'm sure the Ambassador is showing them around and telling them where everything is." Tailgate states which have Whirl optic zooming in. “Awww got a thing for the ambassador too, Tails are Cyclonus and I not enough for you” Whirl states dramatically while leaning over the bar. 

“Shame tho, might have to see if Nadia is interested, she seemed to be eyeing Swerve up the other night” Smokescreen hums, which gets multiple looks from the others. “What I'm just saying!,  you guys are all worked up over the Ambassador when Nadia has made it quite clear she's interested” he states 

Megatron's optics gleam in amusement as he watches the group squabble between themselves. Megatron rumbled a chuckle, field flickering dry entertainment as he watched the Captain sulk. Listening to the chatter that rose among the crew. His optics move to watch the Ambassador as they laugh and chat with Luna whistler. He can feel a small pinch of jealousy Well up inside of himself. He pushes it aside as Magnus makes his way over to the table he's sat at. 

Megatron's optics linger on the Ambassador, their laughter carrying across the room as they converse animatedly with Luna Whistler. He feels a tightness in his spark, an ache he can't quite name. The way their eyes light up, the gentle curve of their smile - it stirs something within him he thought long buried.

He shifts in his seat, trying to focus on Magnus approaching, but his gaze keeps drifting back to the Ambassador. Megatron imagines what it would be like to be the one making them laugh, to have their full attention and warmth directed at him. The longing surprises him with its intensity.

As Magnus sits down, Megatron nods in acknowledgment, but his processor is elsewhere. He wonders what it would feel like to have the Ambassador's hand in his, to share quiet moments away from the chaos of the ship. The jealousy he pushed aside earlier resurfaces, mingling with a deep-seated desire for connection.

Megatron realises he craves more than just the Ambassador's friendship and respect. He yearns for their affection, their touch, their presence. Ultra Magnus turns his attention to Megatron, though not without briefly glancing over at the Ambassador. 

"It seems our Ambassador is quite popular this evening, Thats the new medic you were talking about?" Magnus remarks casually to Megatron. "It's good to see them engaging so positively with the crew." Megatron nods, trying his best to keep his focus on Magnus. "Though I must admit, I was surprised when they chose to accompany you on the supply run earlier. You two seem to be forging quite the partnership." There's no accusation in Magnus's tone, just a simple observation. But Megatron shifts in his seat, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "I value their insights." 

Magnus smiles. "As do we all. Still, I am pleased to see you both getting along so well." He takes a sip from his fuel container. "The Ambassador certainly seems to enjoy your company."

Megatron glances back over at the Ambassador, optics lingering once again. 

"So you said you spend time on earth, where did you end up?" They ask rather interested in any information Luna whistler was willing to share. The Seeker was rather polite and so far the Ambassador was glad to see another mech show as more level headed than a lot of the crew. 

Luna Whistler's wing panels fluttered thoughtfully. "I spent some time in Sweden. I worked as a doctor for a small group of neutrals when we got stuck on earth. The landscapes there prove quite beautiful. Remote forests were a favourite of mine vastly different from the colony I was from," he began gently. "Your planet is very beautiful, strange but beautiful" 

"Nature documentaries, wow, what a charmer," Brainstorm huffed, polishing his drink quickly before narrowing his optics as he watched them. Twitching slightly as the two continue their conversation, obvious to the optics on them. 

Bluestreak groused quietly, "Next he'll recite poetry. Just you wait, they'll be pen pals forever." That makes Cyclonus let out a small chuckle as he watches them, his own drink slowly going to his processor. 

Even Rodimus' famed charm seemed outshone. He clenched his fist, biting back a pout. "He's making them laugh." He mumbles optics flicking back to his drink. “Roddy perhaps if you had actually talked to them instead of making it a point of them having to clean up your mess, I'm sure they are just getting to know each other” 

Ravage rolled his optics, clipping Rodimus' helm with his tail. "Give it a rest. No need to be jealous over them talking."

 One of the crew from what Luna Whistler can tell catches his optics, causing him to pause his sentence as he watches them follow a orange and white mech around. The ambassador smiles as they watch the way the seekers' wings twitch in interest.  "Something caught your optics Whistler?" They tease, watching the way the seeker goes rigid and looks away. A nervous flutter arose in Luna Whistler's vocals, optics drifted. He vented softly, giving his plating a self-conscious shuffle. 

"Apologies, I didn't mean to become distracted. It's just..." His gaze flicked once more to the mech in question, wings twitching tellingly. Shyness gripped him then, his field shrinking in on itself protectively. 

The Ambassador's smile turned kindly. "His name is Traxies, he's friends with Rodimus,  but I'm sure he'd be delighted to meet a new mech, he doesn't get out much due to his sire being rather protective" they explain softly their eyes focusing on Traxies. “I take it the Orange and white mech is his sire?” he asked softly only for the ambassador to chuckle. 

“No, Ratchet is more like his mentor but he cares alot about Traxies, but I'd say get to know him, he needs more mechs around his age to interact with, he's been very cut off from socialising” they state, not planning on telling the seeker who Traxies Sire was just yet less it scare the doctor off from becoming friends. 

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a cold day off pt1

König x reader

könig x reader

summary: new guy shows up to the base and warms up reader dring his stay. one thing lead to a another.

a/n: this is my first fanfic so not sure how good its. hope you injoy this big guy like a do, i may do a part 2 

warnings: slow burn, fluff, agissty, i dont know am doing 

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 the last couple of days have been quite in the med bay, mostly being marked up to task force 141 being grounded for the next 2 weeks. Something about the last mission was a buss and ended up with soap having a gunshot to the leg and Gaz’s arm with some burns. most of the day I’ve spend reorganizing the office and taking count of stock, taking note that am low on disinfect, ointment and rapping gaze. Deciding to find the captain and ask about when the next supply drop, making my way thought the cold building. “Who idea was to pick the middle of England during the fucking winter for a dame base” I mumble to myself. Not even with baggy cargo pants and hoodie I can still feel the cold nipping at my fingers.

Turing in to the makeshift dining room to Find Captain price with ghost and Gaz looking over the table that was covered in folders and lose papers talking about the next steps for the mission. “captain I got a question for ya” saying while walking over to the table, “whatcha need doc” he grumbled his eyes never leaving the paper in his hand.  “ I wanted to know when the next supply drop was going to come in, the med bays running low on materials”. Gaz passing me a paper while saying “it going to be coming in sooner by tonight, do you want one of us to help you load up the truck ?”.Captain Price picks his head up to say “that won't be needed, i called for more arms support The new guy should be coming on the plane. You don't mind picking him do you y/n?’.

“As long as he helps load up the trunk than ya i don’t mind, less time in the cold for me” shrugging my shoulders putting the paper back on the table.

 “Also how’s soap doing haven't seen him around base”

 Ghost replies first “he been in bed all day, came down with a small cold”

 “ ah, tell him to get his butt out of bed and to see me in the med bay when I get back to check over him,” saying while walking over to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup for the night. “ Who's the new guy anyway?”.

 Captain Price leans back in his chair to say “he is an insertion specialist with a private military company apparently he is more on the shy side, so try not to scare him off’ y/n”.  Finishing Stirring sweetener into my cup “was hoping for another lady but he shall do” taking a sip out of the cup, also hoping there is some milk on the plane.

 It is around 7am when I got to the airport and had to wait in the truck until it was safe to park the truck close to the plane to load it up. Rubbing my hands together to warm them up I really should have bought another jacket, so I don’t freeze my ass off even with the heater all the way up it only helps a little. Seeing one of the runway men give all clear to go in, staring up the car to back it up. Whence lined up to the plane putting the truck in park and jumping out of the truck to see the new guy and the supplies. One the pilots comes up to me with a click board in hand “this is for you to sign also the new guy should be out in a little bit” signing the paper and handing it back to him. “There no rush, let start loading the truck I am pretty sure no one wants to be out here longer than they need to”. Walking over to the back of the truck to drop the tailgate and help load, turning around to only to see a massive man walk down the ramp. He's wearing some kind of hood covering all of his face, kind of like ghost but only taller and skinnier. I hold my hand out for him to shake “ the name’s y/n am the medic for the team you can put your bag in the front of the truck and can you give me a hand moving the boxes?” He takes my hand engulfing it with his, giving it a small shake nodding his head but never meeting my eyes.

 After putting his bag in the truck, he starts helping me move the boxes picking them up like it’s nothing and without losing breath. To say it didn't make me blush a little bit would be an understatement, but what really caught my eye was his surprisingly   small waist! The members of 141 are more on the big side having to be well built with muscle and some fat, and I thought ghost had the small waist. Leaning back after the both of us finish with the boxes, now that i can get a better look at the new guy he’s very tall for sure maybe around 6’10 but kind of looks goofy with the big puffy jacket.

 “ I take it you're not used to the cold?” I say trying to at least make the car ride back not awkward.

 “ n-n-no ma'am I don't take well to this k-kind of weather” he spurs out  

 “Same here, let’s get going. I have the heater on inside” quickly turning around to get inside the trunk. Oh god. His voice is not at all what I expected, hitting right in the soft spot with his dorkie high voice. Come on y/n, you can handle this there is no reason a man with a dorkie voice, tall and strong should be leaving you blushing like a high school girl. Just drive back to base and you’ll be fine. Ones’ were both in the truck I rub my hands together trying to warm them up before driving, I can feel someone’s eyes burning into the side of my head. “ so mm i don't think i got your name?” turning to catch his eyes.

 “i-it’s König ma’am” even with the mask i can see that he has soft doe eyes that are covered in some kind of black eyeshadow. Taking a quick glance down to his hands, he is playing with his slender fingers.

 “Yeah, there no need for formalities am just the doctor” i try to wave off seeing if that would make him any less nervous

 “O-oh i'm-sorry” his voice cracks a bit and his eyes snap to his fingers and sinking back into the seat, it looks like he's trying to make himself smaller.  Dag it y/n now he looks like a sad jellyfish.

 The drive back to base was awkward but manageable. Turning off the truck and opening the door had the cold hitting right in my face like a wall. “Come on let's get inside before it gets colder” jumping off the truck and closing the door.

 “B-but what about the supplies?’’  König asked

 “We can get them tomorrow, come on big guy” I say while waving my hand to follow me inside. Basically, jogging to escape the harsh outdoors. Following me close behind with his bag in hand. Opening the door to get in, I guess I forgot to say watch your head cuz i heard a thunk behind me. quickly turning around to see König holding his head down grumbling in pain, without thinking my hands instantly went to check his head. “are you ok, am sorry i should have given you a heads up” Rambling out

 “N-n-no no no I should have been looking” he said looking up, realizing that I have his face in my hands and atop of his. Pulling my hands back, shoving them into my pockets, I spilled out “ w-we should go get you to the team” turning around to speed walk to the makeshift kitchen. At this point I’m pretty sure my face is all red, I just want to go hide in my office. Getting to the room I see captain price, ghost and gaz all still at the table, “sup, I got the new guy” i moved to the side to give König space to see the others. Captain Price was the first to get up to greet König “welcome to the team König, with your skills I am sure we can pull through the mission” he gave a smile to König. König hands caught my eye again , his free hand fingers were rubbing together hard.

  As the team started talking i Slipped out of the room, skedaddle back to my room since it’s closer. Closing the door behind me and leading on it, he’s only been here less than 3 hours and he’s already got me all flustered. Thinking back to when I had my hand on top of his, his hands were rough and warm. I wonder what his hands would feel like ar- .no no no put yourself together y/n he’s here to do his job not rail some chick he just met, his probably stressed out and nervous. Mumbling to myself, I’ve been stationed out here for a long time i haven't had any intimacy with another person i guess i just jump on whatever chance there is now.  

 Its whatever now, its late and i would like to sleep this off and get stuff done tomorrow. Looking around my room seeing clothes all over the floor and on the spare bed, i was lucky to score a room to myself. I wouldn't mind sharing a room with one of the guys but i like knowing my eyeshadow hasn’t been raided by ghost and the room doesn't smell. Changing out of my cargo pants into some short shorts, cuz for the life of me i cant sleep in any kind of pants. Taking off the hoodie to only leave the light long-sleeve. walking over to my bed ready  to throw myself into my mess of blankets

 A knock at the door catches my attention, opening the door i see gaz. “ yo price wants to see if its ok to have König in your room tonight?.i would have him in my room i would like if König doesnt get sick by soap”. “Auh yeah am fine with that just need to clean” i spill out, god my heart is racing right now why would i say yes. “Don't trip on your clothes” gaz said laughing as he walked away

 Panicking i shove some of the clothes under my bed, picking up the rest and shoving it into my drawers. Rushing to clear off the spare bed and cleaning it off. A another knock on the door, dag it dag it “ give me a minute” i shout out. I rush over to my desk to spray myself with a body spray,just in case.

Rushing over to open the door for König, seeing him stan there so unsure of himself makes my heart pater a little bit. “ sorry for the wait i had to clean up a bit, so sorry for the mess” i breathed out moving to the side for him to come in. he walks in and stands next to the spare bed putting his bag down  “ a-a-are you sure yo-your ok with me being here?” i waved him off. “ its fine König am use to men being around, plus you also need your sleep”

I move over my bed to mess with it and clear it off to sleep, i can hear König move around a bit than the bed creaking under his weight. As i was done messing with the bed i move on to my desk to organize it since am no where close to sleepy. As am walking over to the desk i see König siting on the bed taking off parts of his gear  but not his mask. I turn to him asking “ if you don't mind me asking König do you take off your mask or your like ghost who sleeps in it?” hes leaning on hes knees one of which is jumping, not looking at me

 “ i p-pefer to k-keep it on”

 “Ah gotcha, i don't mind it” he glazes up for a sec but not to my face, i blush a bit moving to my desk to do something. Before i walked away i took note on how hes wearing a tight long sleeve shirt that hangs to his frame. He dose look good tho

 After like 6 mins at being at my desk i get up to leave the room to give König some space, but as i was going to walk pass him he gets up right as am front of him. It feels likes like running in to a tree almost knocking me over. But before i could fall over i feel König slender hands land on my hips keeping me in place

“ a-a-am so sorry y-y/n i wasn't -l-looking, are you alright??” he sounded panicked

 Every part of me is red and hot at this point, realizing his hands are still on my hips. I push my self off “ i-it fine König it fine am just going to the bathroom” i say with my hands up leaving the room. Rushing to the bathroom I get in closing the door. Leaning over the sink “ get a hold of yourself y/n you cant fold this easily “I mumbled out. Looking down at my leg’s which are barely even covered, I move my hands to where  König had his placed. I can still feel his warmth and the pressure i smiled a bit. Oh god he must feel horribly i cant imagine how  bad his anxiety is right now.

 I calm myself down taking deep breaths and splashing my face with some icy water. I walk back to my room and open the door, soon as i go in König stans up and he starts talking fast fumbling over his words. No doubt  hes also flustered trying to apologize for bumping into me. I wave my hands “it fine really it was a accident your fine” i say trying to calm him down.

 “A-are you sure?”

 “Yes König”

 “O-ok” he says siting back down on the bed, oh this man is too cute

 “Oh! I almost forgot to give you a pillow and blanket” i turn around to grab some form my bed

 “  oh y-y/n you d-don't have to, you al-already done so must for me” he tries to protest

 “Nonesec König you said so yourself you don't do well in the cold” i bend over to pick up the bedding to give to him. As soon i turned around König head snap to the floor, pretty sure he was looking at my ass. cheeky man. I handed him my spare pillow and blanket “do you want another pillow?”

 Still not meeting my eyes he spits  out “your t-too kind this is f-fine thank you”  

 I gave him a nod i turned around to go to bed, as i climbed in i looked at König one last time. Now in the light I can see that there two faded red line’s coming down from König eyes holes. “König If you don’t mind can you turn off the light when you’re done, please. He’s head come up “yes well do”

I turned around and laid my head on my pillow.

oh

Let’s hope tomorrow  is a lot better

[rhettabbotts]

call it what you want - a rhett abbott series || chapter one

series masterlist | next part

warnings: reader is called angel throughout. mentions of smoking and drinking. i believe that is all.

a/n: i am so nervous for this as it’s my first series so please be gentle with me. i hope you all enjoy!

Ten years ago…

“Rhett, slow down!” You shouted over the music that was blaring through the speakers of Rhett’s beat-up blue truck and the wind that was whipping through the rolled-down windows. You couldn’t stop the giggles that bubbled in your chest. Dust was clouding behind the tailgate as Rhett continued speeding down the dirt-covered back road. 

“Woohoo!” Rhett bellowed, his dimple prominent as he grinned at you. He finally slowed down and busted into a fit of laughter at the state of your mussed-up hair. 

“You’re a damn lunatic, Rhett,” you fussed as you flipped the visor down to look at the mess on your head. 

“You love it, Angel. Your life would be boring without me.”

“And you would be in a juvenile detention center without me.”

Rhett knew you were right. From the moment you two met on the playground in fifth grade after you busted Noah Morrison’s nose for pushing Rhett off the jungle gym, he knew you’d be there for him. You were constantly keeping him out of trouble. You really were his guardian angel, even though you hated the childhood nickname. 

The truck slowed to a stop on the side of the vacant road, the evening birds were chirping and you could hear the cicadas starting their nightly song. The Wyoming sky was painted with beautiful pinks, the moon was making her appearance known. You loved this place, you loved being here with your best friend. 

Rhett turned the music down, switching the Def Leppard CD to George Strait. His taste in music never failed to amaze you. He hopped out of the driver’s seat and made his way over to your side, opening the door and holding out a newly callused hand to help you out. 

“Why thank you, kind sir,” you said in a posh voice.

“M’lady,” Rhett said in return, bowing as you stepped out onto the soft grass. He let the tailgate down, allowing you to hop on first before he followed suit. Taking out a pack of Malboros from his front pocket and lighting a cigarette, he let out a loud sigh. 

“You’re gonna give yourself lung cancer, you know?”

“They don’t call them cowboy killers for nothin’, Angel.” Rhett quipped, the white stick hanging between his lips, glowing ashes falling in little flakes. He had started growing his hair out, much to his mother’s dismay. But you thought it suited him, his curls were more prominent peeking out from the baseball cap he always adorned. You sat in silence as he took slow drags from the cigarette, Amarillo by Morning playing softly from the speakers. 

“Rhett?”

“Yeah?”

“We’ll be friends forever, won’t we? Promise me nothing will come between us.” You were nervous as you spoke, your voice shaking slightly. 

Graduation was approaching and you knew you and Rhett had different plans. He was going to go to vocational school in Cheyenne, just a forty-minute drive from the ranch. You, however, were moving to Arizona. The thought of being separated from Rhett - being hundreds of miles away - made you feel nauseous. You didn’t know why and chalked it up to the feeling of anxiety. The anxiety of leaving everything you’ve ever known behind, moving to a place where you knew no one. Rhett could sense your anxiousness, so in tune with your emotions. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“You ain’t getting rid of me that easy, Angel. You know that. We’ll see each other on breaks. Four years will fly by before you know it,” he reassured you. 

As you sat there watching the setting sun, leaning on your best friend, you knew he was right. Nothing would tear you apart. 

You stayed close despite the distance between you. When you were home on breaks, your mother complained that all you did was run off with Rhett. He was there for you when you had your first heartbreak. You were there for his first ride and tried to be there for every ride after that. You were still inseparable, even after all of the years that passed and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Present day…

Rhett groaned as his pounding headache worsened the second he opened his eyes and was met with the blinding sunlight that was seeping through his open curtains. He stretched and felt his entire body ache. That damn bull they had him on the night before really fucked him up. At least he won. The muscles in his shoulder pinched and twinged, causing him to grimace. He had one too many beers and shots of whiskey last night. How the hell did he even get home?

His phone buzzed with a new text and he couldn’t stop from grinning at the sight of your name. You were confirming your celebratory lunch, you told him you were buying after his winning ride. He wondered if you were in the same distressed state he was in currently. It was just barely 8 am but his parents were bustling around the house, the Saturday chores had already begun. He rolled out of bed, reaching for the bottle of Ibuprofen he keeps stashed in his nightstand. 

Rhett sneaked out of his room and to the bathroom across the hall, not ready to face the look of displeasure on Cecilia and Royal’s faces. He washed last night’s sweat and dirt and alcohol off his body under the scalding water. After brushing his teeth and towel-drying his hair he made his way down the stairs to face his parents. Royal was already out in the barn while Cecilia was cooking breakfast. Smells of coffee and burning bacon hit Rhett’s senses and his mouth watered. 

“Mornin’ mama,” he mumbled as he placed a kiss on his mother’s cheek. 

“You were out late last night. Heard you stumbling in,” Cecilia recalled. 

“Sorry. Met Angel for some drinks and-”

“Rhett, you can’t keep doing this. Your father and I aren’t getting any younger and you need to start thinking about your future past bull riding,” she said and Rhett knew where this was heading. It was a conversation that came up more often than not. 

“Mama-”

“You need to think about settling down, finding a nice girl. Instead of chasing all of those no good little-”

“Mama!” Rhett exclaimed, stopping her before she could finish her sentence. 

“Anyways,” she continued, “you are getting too old to be doing stuff like that. You’re twenty-seven. It’s time.”

Rhett doesn’t know what caused the words to tumble out of his mouth. He doesn’t know if it was the hangover clouding his judgment, the irritation he was feeling from the everpresent cloud of disappointment he felt whenever he was in the same room as his parents. But the words came out nonetheless. 

“I am seeing someone.”

Nice going, jackass. 

Cecilia’s face lit up with excitement, her hands clasped together as the questions came in rapid succession. Rhett couldn’t keep up, his nerves got the best of him and the only thing he could blurt out was your name. His stomach dropped the second he said it. 

“Oh, Rhett! This is- oh, you’ve just made me the happiest mother alive! You know I adore her so very much. How long?! She should come by for dinner! I need to speak with her mother. Oh, this is just so exciting! You know, we’ve been saying for a long time you two would end up together.”

Rhett flushed at her words. He hates lying to his mother, and he hates that he’s dragged you into this unknowingly. He mentally smacked himself as he forced out a smile for Cecilia. 

“Don’t say anything to anyone yet. We- this is all so new and we don’t want to tell many people. Mama I am begging you not to say anything,” he pleaded. 

“Don’t you worry about that, Rhett. I won’t say a word,” she said, mimicking zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the imaginary key. 

Rhett had to see you and he had to see you fast. His hands shook as he explained what had happened that morning and he couldn't bear to look at you. You sat silently eating your toast as he rambled on, waiting for him to finish before responding.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Your raised voice caused a few patrons to turn in the direction of the table you shared with Rhett. “Out of everyone you know, you said me?!”

“I know, I know! I’m sorry, okay?! I panicked! She wouldn’t lay off and I had just saw your text and-”

You shoveled your eggs into your mouth as you scowled at your best friend. He wouldn’t stop apologizing, coming up with every reason in the world as to why he could’ve said your name to Cecilia a few hours prior. 

“You know everyone in town is gonna know by tomorrow afternoon.”

“I know. I can tell her the truth, I can tell her I was still drunk, I can-”

“Rhett, stop. No, don’t do that,” you said. You sat in silence for a few moments, pondering on what the next steps were. “How long do we need to do this?”

“What?”

“How long do we have to pretend? A week? A month?”

Rhett’s eyes widened at your suggestion. He couldn’t believe you were going along with this. 

“Um, well… My parent’s 30th anniversary is coming up next month. It’s gonna be a big party. Maybe until after that?”

You sighed and took a sip of your coffee, nodding.

“Okay. Until after the party. Rhett, you’re gonna owe me big time.”

He reached across the table to grab your hand, thanking you repeatedly as you rolled your eyes. You finished your food without another word. Your heart was pounding in your chest as the thoughts swarmed your brain. Surely it wouldn’t be that bad, fake dating your best friend. Your friend that you’ve been in love with since seventh grade. Here you were now both pushing thirty and still single. It’s just a friend helping out a friend. You tried telling yourself this for the rest of the day, repeating it like a mantra, hoping it would stick. This next month was going to be absolute torture, for you anyways. You just prayed to whoever was listening that you didn’t slip up and confess your true feelings to Rhett, ruining everything that you’ve built over the past several years. 

[drivinmeinsane]

Wild Country (Part 2)

SIERRA SIX × F!READER

Part 1

Part 2 (This one)

Part 3 (coming soon)

*Summary: Six is running on empty in more ways than one when he pulls into that gas station out west. He just wants to make sure he and Claire survive when he does the unexpected and says he'll take on the job as a ranch hand. It was a position offered rhetorically and out of frustration, but damn if he doesn't fit the bill of what you need.

*Content/tags: Slow burn, Pining, Movie canon compliant, No use of Y/N, Cowboy!Six, Adoptive Daughter!Claire, no need to have read the books

*Rating: 18+ for future mature content

*Status: Ongoing

*Author's Notes: The burn is still burning slow, but we're getting there folks.

The drive from their motel to the cattle ranch is a short enough trip, but it's an uncomfortable one. The roads are pitted gravel at best and crater pocked dirt at the worst. Any time he glances over, he can see Claire holding anything she can get her hands on. Hitting one particularly large, unavoidable rut just about knocks the air out of him and causes her to let out a yelp and grab his forearm hard enough to leave the half moon indents of her nails in his skin. He holds back the wince of discomfort.

His grip on the steering wheel loosens in silent relief when he makes the turn onto the winding driveway. They pass a couple rolling acres dotted with horses. Claire has both her hands on the window ledge now, her death grip on Six's arm forgotten as she stares out the window. He hadn't expected her to be captivated by the animals, but he supposes that it's a novel experience for her. Being the niece of a CIA handler and having a heart condition surely led to a mundane life spent locked away. Six feels a pang in his chest when he thinks about Fitz. He should be the one with Claire, not him.

The drive opens up into a dead end parking lot. On his right is a massive barn, on his left are a couple of bunkhouses, but it's straight ahead that catches his attention. You had said to park in front of the large, white house, so he does, pulling right next to a green truck that he had noticed at the gas station. The truck settles into park with the enthusiasm of a reanimated corpse finally allowed to rest again. Six pushes the door open and wrestles it closed behind him. He's greeted by a large, rust colored dog. It stands in front of him, panting expectantly. He ignores it in favor of ducking down to speak into the truck's cabin, one arm casually resting on top of the vehicle.

"Let's go find my new boss."

Claire gives him one of her skeptical looks and shoves her own door open with a dramatic sigh. He's surprised it doesn't fall off its hinges. He feels the dog's hot breath against his knees and inches around the animal to join his adoptive daughter at the tailgate.

"What's the plan? Is there even anyone here? I th-oh!" Her voice cuts off as she spots the dog. She crouches down and enthusiastically starts petting it. He supposes that the dog is pleased with the arrangement if the lolling tongue and kicking back leg are any indication.

He watches on in silence for a moment before he hears banging noises and a loud whinny from the barn. He looks in that direction and gives Claire a quiet "Hey". He makes a gesture for her to follow him when she looks up at him. The dog runs ahead of them as they crunch over the gravel before impatiently doubling back to match their speed.

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You're kneeling next to one of your horses when you hear the scuff of feet and scrabbling of dog nails. You finish velcroing the sports medicine boot in place before you stand up. Your mare nudges your arm and snorts when you don't produce a treat despite having a bucket of grain with a few mouthfuls left. You absently run a hand down her face as you turn to face the people coming into your barn.

You're greeted with the sight of the gas station man and whom you presume is the daughter he had mentioned. The ranch dog is wagging his tail furiously as he stops next to the girl, pressing in close for the pets she provides him. He's clearly smitten with her.

"Come on over." You call.

The man, Six, makes piercing eye contact as he approaches. His arms are casually at his sides but there's tension in his broad shoulders. The girl is right on his heels, nearly tripping over both her dad and the dog. She's clearly nervous but there's a look of fascination on her face. Her skin is pale, almost translucent like she hasn't had much sun exposure.

Your prospective ranch hand is a formidable presence up close. He's tall enough that you have tip your head back to make eye contact. You feel a little like an insect under a magnifying glass with the way he stands over you, running analyzing eyes over your face. You brush it off and square up to him like you would to one of your cow horses. You were long since used to winning the respect of larger animals. You weren't about to squirm.

"Sierra." You say, offering your hand.

He takes it immediately, no reservations about the horse sweat and grime coating it. He says your name in the same tone you said his. His hand is warm and calloused in yours. There's strength in his grip that you can clearly feel even from such a brief clasp. You offer the same hand to the girl. She takes it. You give her a smile you didn't give her father.

"Any friend of Winston here is a friend of mine." You say brightly, gesturing down at the dog doing his best to wiggle into the middle of things.

"Must have a lot of friends then." Her response is fast. She's clever, confident through her nerves.

"Surprisingly not. You must be special." You say. "So what's your name, honey?"

"Claire."

There's a sharp intake of air from the man next to her. You cut your eyes at him. There's a flash of worry on his face that gets smoothed over so quickly you almost wondered if you imagined it. Something was off about this situation, but the girl seemed to trust the man implicitly. None of your own instincts were dreaming danger either. Strange. Winston and the mare behind you weren't agitated by his presence either.

"Well, Claire, it's nice to meet you. How about I give you two the tour and we'll go from there?"

Six gives an agreeable nod and his daughter's face lights up. You double check the quick release knot securing your horse to the tie ring. You can feel his gaze like a physical hand on your back. It takes everything in you to not involuntarily shiver under the imaginary weight. You give the black mare a pat that's more reassuring to you than to her before you turn around to meet that heavy gaze head on.

"After you." His voice is like velvet, rich and promising.

You fight down the urge to swallow thickly at the sound of his voice and begin the overview of the property.

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He and Claire follow you for the better part of an hour. His eyes tend to wander more towards you than the surroundings you're explaining. There's something appraising in the way he watches you. It's nothing like the looks you've gotten from some of your other ranch hands. Their stares make your skin crawl at times, but his... well, it has you wanting to crawl in an entirely different way.

"How many others are there?"

The question catches you off guard. The three of you are standing in front of the bunkhouse you told him he would be staying in. He's been so silent throughout the tour that you had nearly forgotten what he sounds like.

"There's three. Dallas, Jimmy, and Charles. We had four, but one of them decided to light out about a week ago."

"Why did he leave?"

"Conflict of interests." There's more steel in your voice than you intended, but Six gives an accepting nod and changes the topic.

"What about my daughter?"

"Oh! Right, yes. She'll be staying in the main house with me and Suzanne, the property owner. Claire's a minor and not under contract so I don't want to toss her in with you and the other men. If that's alright with you?"

"Good." His tone is warm. "She has a pacemaker. I worry about her. Having her safe is my priority." He has a softer presence when he speaks about Claire.

"Good dad. I'll introduce you after I put you through your test. As long as you find everything suitable, I'd like to see how you are on a horse."

He agrees, and your small party tramps back over to the barn to where you left your horse waiting patiently. She rumbles when she sees you cross the threshold. Claire's interest is at its peak and she's nearly vibrating.

"Here." You say, pulling a treat out of your pocket. You press it into her hand. "Show her your empty hand and then close your fingers and offer it to her to sniff. If she bumps it with her nose, you can pet her."

She follows your directions to the letter and is soon petting the animal. You beckon her father over closer and step out of the way to give them room to interact with the mare. He's got such a tender look on his face while looking at his daughter that your breath catches for a moment.

"Claire, if you hold your hand out flat and under her nose, she'll take that treat from you now that you've gotten acquainted." Your tone is casual and you avoid looking at the man's face again

"Oh!" She laughs a bit as the horse's whisker's skim over her palm.

"Her name is Belladonna. Sierra, she'll be the horse I test you out on. If everything goes well, the two of you will be partners during the term of your contract."

He nods and that's that. You quickly swap the mare's halter for her bridle and then you and Claire are soon leaning against the indoor area railing watching Six swing a leg over the Quarter Horse's back and settle into the saddle. He rides well enough. You watch him as he urges Belladonna to a walk. His hands are gentle on the reins and he's well balanced in the saddle. He's definitely not spent long hours and days mounted, but he's not the worst you've ever seen ride. Some of your own ranch hands have been hired with a worse seat.

"Bring her to a jog and have her circle those cones." You call to him.

He raises a hand in acknowledgment and clicks to the horse. She tosses her head in excitement and gives a little cowhop. There's barely any movement or surprise from her rider, he's got a natural grace to him that automatically shifts and sways to accommodate the mare's movements. He does what you ask of him and before long you're calling him back over to dismount. His feet barely hit the ground before you're pulling the folded contract out of your shirt pocket. He turns to face you and the two of you both start speaking.

"Are you ready to-"

"I'm not too exper-"

There's a brief silence only accompanied by Belladonna's swishing tail and Winston panting happily as Claire scratches between his ears.

"You go first." Six says, encouragement in his tone.

You take a breath. "If everything is suitable to you, I would like to take you on for the season. I've got the contract right here if you would like to look it over and sign it." You hold you the paper and a pen out to him. He takes both with steady hands.

"He doesn't know how to read." Comes Claire's earnest voice.

Both you and her dad look over to see her face dripping with sincerity. He shakes his head somberly. "Don't tell all my secrets."

You have to stifle a laugh at the two of them. The man quickly scans his blue, blue eyes along the words on the page. He quickly scrawls his signature at the bottom of the page before handing the signed page and the pen back to you.

"I'm yours now."

It sounds like a promise.

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Dinner is a singlesidedly noisy affair. The old woman started fussing over the father and daughter from the second you introduced them to her. She doesn't allow for any lulls in the conversation and it really starts to feels like a hostage situation. Six finally begs off with the excuse that Claire needs to go to bed. You spring at the chance to escape and show them to the bedroom that the teen will be staying in.

"If there's anything you need, just let me know." You say before wishing Claire goodnight and going back down the stairs to give them some privacy.

You need to do the dinner cleanup anyway. This old house never got updated with a dishwasher. Suzanne passes you in the kitchen with her eyebrows raised and an amused look on her face. You ignore her pointed look towards the stairs where you can both hear the muffled voice of the man you just hired. You don't want to talk about his presence. You have never let any of the other ranch hands further than the front porch, much less invited them to dinner. Granted, none of the other hands have had a child with them.

You're in the middle of rinsing off a plate when an arm reaches around you to grab the dish towel hanging by the sink. You stare for a second, taking in the rolled up sleeve and flex of his muscles underneath his tattooed skin. You can feel the heat of him against your back and your mouth goes dry. He gently takes the plate from your hands when you go to set it aside and dries it off. The two of you work in comfortable silence only accented by the sounds of water and clink of dishes. You wash and he dries. You savor the glimpses you get of his hands and his strong forearms. His hands are scarred and calloused but the way he uses his fingers is delicate. His pace is unhurried, steady. You sneak a glance at his face and it's relaxed.

Finally, when he's drying the final dish and you've pulled the plug in the sink, you turn to him. There's a breathless moment where the two of you simply look at eachother. Neither of you speak as you show him to the front door. There's a pause on the threshold, and you can visibly see him struggle with himself on what to say. You wait patiently.

"Goodnight." It's low, intimate in the glow of the porch light.

You smile at him for the first time. He doesn't return it but there's a softer curve to his lips when you do.

"Goodnight, Sierra." Your voice comes out quieter, more tender than you had meant. You flush. You hope he can't notice.

He nods, a slow include of his head, and steps out of the doorway and turns to go down the porch steps. You close the door behind him and let out a shaky breath. He is all but a complete stranger. There is no reasonable explanation for you to respond to him the way that you have been since he showed up on the property. Or, if you're being honest with yourself, since you spotted him at the gas station.

He had clearly stuck out as an outsider. A little sweaty and worn. There was pained exhaustion written in the lines of his body and despite your anger over the situation involving your deserting ranch hand, your eye was drawn to him. You watched him analyze his surroundings with a practiced eye and saw his sleight of hand. A desperate man.

You made sure to raise your voice when he came to the register. He focused in on you and your heart lept in your throat when he said he'd do the job. His gaze had been so intense, so hopeful. When he mentioned that he had a daughter, your mind was made up.

You know that you are just going to have faith in him. Somehow he doesn't seem like the kind of man who would fall short.

N E X T.

[swervenation]

Swerve x Human Liaison Part 4 (*^▽^*)

It’s shorter than the other chapters - I think I’m gonna just post a scene at a time. Very happy to get back on this. I have so much planned you have no idea.

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The next day, you sheepishly waited near the observation deck. An hour had slipped by as you deliberated over your outfit, and you even considered ringing up Rung or Magnus for a second opinion. It felt like your future hung on your ability to convince Tailgate you were worth keeping around. You leaned against a wall outside the deck, trying to minimize yourself, as you craned your neck to watch for the bot. Then you saw the looming purple silhouette … you had forgotten that Cyclonus was accompanying the two of you. Tailgate on his own had been intimidating enough. Before you imploded, you recalled some parting advice your psychiatrist had given you: try not to assume the worst. The worst was your first impression: that Cyclonus was here to sabotage this outing and protect Tailgate from you, knowing you were such a creep. With slow, deep breaths, you recentered yourself. This was likely no different from all the other times you saw them together. 

The pair were close enough to spot you now - despite having no visible face, you could tell Tailgate was beaming. In order to avoid cardiac arrest, you focused on him and didn’t look up to his partner yet. But Tailgate was surely not going to judge you as harshly as you feared. He called out your name happily as he approached, then, when he was right in front of you, he turned back to Cyclonus and asked, “Wait - what was that human thing Swerve showed us?” The random mention of that name made something inside you explode. Wordlessly, the tall mech knelt down and extended his hand to greet you. As you took his sharp digits in your hand, you were comforted enough to look up and find his expression to be relaxed, but ever so slightly warm.

When you first boarded the Lost Light, you couldn’t have realized what a handshake would come to mean to you. It was a small, human gesture, and it’s not like you were missing it before Swerve first extended it to you … but now it meant that whoever offered it to you cared about you enough to learn the custom. (Or, somebody cared enough to teach them.)

The icy grip of panic in your chest relaxed slowly and fell away as you performed the same gesture with the very enthusiastic Tailgate. He expressed how happy he was to receive your message and immediately started to correct your apparent misperceptions of the crew, starting with his partner. Cyclonus, according to him, was every bit as badass as he appeared, but only on the battlefield. "Trust me, he's a big sweetheart!" Tailgate hugged his leg and, although he turned his face away, you could see something of a smile on that face.

 Without further ado, the three of you stepped into the observation deck. You were instantly overcome by the enormity of your surroundings. You generally stuck to a strict routine, too apprehensive to go exploring. Habsuite to work to Swerve’s to habsuite to work etc etc. It had been as though your entire reality was contained within these walls. Seeing the stars around you through the crystal clear glass was overwhelmingly sublime. You drank it all in with wonder. 

 Swerve happened to be passing through the observation deck to get to his appointment with Rung. Finally, he was about to spill the beans about you. He'd been quiet about this crush for so long, it was more than he could handle. He was pondering if he should answer the typical therapy questions Rung was going to ask to start or if he should just start talking about you as soon as he entered the room - then he spotted you. Your head was tilted back and your eyes were wide in amazement as you slowly twirled around the room, absorbing as much of the Universe as you could. The stars gleamed as little pinpricks of light on your ever curious eyes. Swerve stood frozen in awe before his sense took hold of him and he quietly tried to sneak past the three of you. 

Swerve couldn't escape Cyclonus's attention, though, as he cocked an eyebrow at the minibot. Then, with the slightest hint of a smirk, he greeted him. “Hello, Swerve.”

Tailgate turned to see his friend and you just about jumped through the deck’s glass ceiling. Quickly, you scrambled behind Tailgate and tried to look as casual as possible while carefully observing him outside of his natural habitat. 

“Oh, hey, Cyc. Didn’t see ya there,” he almost winced. “Hey, Tailgate, hi, y/n.” He pronounced your name with a hesitance, as though he were bracing himself for something. Your head swam to hear him acknowledge you.

“Hi, Swerve! What are you doing here?” Tailgate asked.

“I was just passing through on my way to …” thinking quickly, he stumbled into the most high IQ 4-D chess move possible. “... To the Med Bay. Ratchet needs me.”

“Are you okay?!” you interrupted with concern, jumping out from behind Tailgate despite yourself.

“Yes! Yeah, I’m great. Thank you for asking!” there was a note of genuine appreciation in that. “But, anyways, Ratchet needs my help. Ratchet’s such an amazing medic, did you know that? Have you met him? He’s practically the best doctor in the Universe. So, yeah, he just asked if I could stop by and help him.”

You cocked your head in curiosity. What would a bartender be doing in a med bay?

“Does someone else have Cybercrosis?” Tailgate guessed. 

“YES, exactly, that’s it. He needs me to, like, supervise the treatment. Make sure he’s doing it right. Man, I still can’t believe I invented the cure for that. That’s crazy.”

“Cybercrosis?” You couldn’t quite tell if he was joking.

“Cybercrosis is … nasty. Paralysis, blindness, amnesia, until your spark shrinks into nothing. Primus,” Tailgate shuddered as his visor dimmed, “You would not beLIEVE how much it sucks.”  

“Yup, it was an uncurable and 100% fatal disease for millions of years. But Tailgate got it a few years back, and I fixed him up. First one to do so. It was pretty much a death sentence, but that didn’t stop me.”

“Wait - is this sarcasm?”

“I wish I could tell you he was exaggerating,” Cyclonus admitted, “But I’m afraid that’s all true.”

“Yeah, nobody would think your friendly neighborhood bartender would actually turn out to be a life-saving doctor,” Swerve said, putting his servos on his hips confidently, looking heroically away from you and into the distance, “But here I am.”

“Skin doctor,” Tailgate clarified.

“Life-saving skin doctor,” Swerve corrected him. 

“Wow,” you said breathlessly, “That’s amazing.” Your head was spinning. You were trying to process this paradigm shift. You found him impressive just as a bartender - but he’s also a life-saving (skin) doctor? He was far out of your league. 

“Thanks!” he responded cheerfully with a small crackle in his voice. His face lit up with that gentle blue glow. “Anyways, I should get going. Can’t keep Ratchet waiting. See you around!” With that, he transformed and shot out of the room. Cyclonus noted that Med Bay was in the opposite direction, but didn’t say anything about it.

[spoopydooblr]

My King Will Be Kind Chapter 9 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: IM BACK! sorry yall life just got in the way but i just moved across the country and am getting used to things here! this chapter is really just smut before the tailgate party which will def be interesting. sorry its not very long but i think it was worth the wait

anyways, enjoy

tw: smut, pnv, oral (m receiving), cursing

After a long night of shmoozing with the Waystar crew after the launch, Stella was ready to have Kendall all by herself. She was so incredibly proud of him for doing the presentation, especially because Roman left him high and dry right before they were about to go on stage.

"It was good, right?" Kendall asked as she sat on the luxury hotel bed. He stood in front of her and shrugged off his custom "CEO" bomber jacket. "Like, you would send your mom there?"

Stella definitely would not send her mom to whatever the fuck Living Plus was, but she nodded. "It was great, Ken." She stood up, sauntering over to him. They had barely kissed in the last two days, let alone been intimate. She was dying for his touch.

Kendal smiled at her. "You've been so good this weekend. I couldn't ask for anything more." He took her in his arms, kissing the top of her head.

"Really? Nothing more?" She whispered, hands traveling down to his belt.

"Well, uh—" he started, gulping as she palmed him through his pants.

"Not even this?" She muttered into his ear. Her hands undid his belt, pulling the leather though the loops.

Stella knelt, pulling his pants down with her. Her fingers traced the head of his penis through his underwear.

Kendall hummed, already painfully hard in his expensive briefs. "You're gonna drive me fucking insane."

She giggled, carefully pulling down his briefs. His cock sprang free, already leaking a bit. Her mouth watered and her underwear was definitely soaked.

"All hail the king, right?" She looked at him through her eyelashes, repeating what Hugo had said hours earlier. Her tongue lapped at his tip, barely touching the surface.

Stella's hand softly gripped the base of his cock, slowly pumping.

"Fucking tease." Kendall choked out. His jaw clenched as she ran her tongue on the underside of his cock, stopping at the swollen head. She wrapped her lips around it, painfully inching her mouth lower and lower. Her cheeks hollowed and she sucked, ever so slightly, earning a strangled moan from Kendall. Stella had almost all of his length inside of her mouth when she bobbed up and down, painstakingly slow. He was putty in her hands as she sucked, right hand massaging his balls gently.

"Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep this up."

She hummed around his cock, using her other hand to grasp what her mouth couldn't reach. Her mouth slid off of him for a second, and she whispered, "just wanna reward you for your presentation, right baby?"

Stella batted her mascara covered lashes at him and Kendall almost came at the sight. He ran his fingers through her hair and cupped her cheek.

"As much as I love your mouth, I need to be in that pretty pussy of yours."

Stella pressed her legs together at his vulgarity. Fuck, he knew just what to say.

Kendall reached out, grabbing her arms and pulling her up to his level. He was naked from the waist down, cock still dripping, and she was still wearing the dress he had picked out for her the day before.

He kissed her hungrily, like he needed her tongue on his to survive. Stella moaned into the kiss, reaching down in between them to jerk him off more.

"Let's get this pretty dress off, huh?" He asked, but it really wasn't a question as he was already pushing the straps off of her shoulders.

Stella hadn't bothered to wear a bra, as the dress didn't require one, but she still had on a pair of her best, lacy underwear.

Kendall kissed her neck, moving down to her collarbone. "Gonna fucking fuck you into oblivion, Stella girl." He muttered, harshly taking a bite of her shoulder. She moaned, backing up to the bed.

Her back hit the soft covers as Kendall took her right nipple into his mouth. His hands wandered to her hips, sliding the rest of the dress off.

"Turn around." He ordered, and Stella could feel the anticipation in her core. She turned, lying on her stomach on the bed. It was silent for a second, but the sound of a condom wrapper snapped her back into reality.  Stella mentally thanked Kendall for remembering protection.

Without warning, Kendall shoved into her, her walls barely having time to adjust to his girth. It stung every time, even now. 

"Ah-h!"  She yelped as he bottomed out in one thrust.  "Ken--"

He groaned, and she could feel him twitch inside her.  His hands squeezed her hips, kneading the flesh of her ass.  

"This tight pussy of yours is going to be the death of me."  Stella gasped as he pulled out half way, shoving himself in again.  

He continued this, pounding her into the luxury hotel bed.  Kendall's mouth attached to her neck, moaning.  

"I'm the fucking king.  I'm the fucking CEO."

Stella was too blind with pleasure to react as he hit a spot in her she had never felt before.  Her moan was pornographically loud, but she didn't cover her mouth this time.  Though he was probably manic, so far everything with Kendall had been great.  Their relationship grew every day.  Shiv even followed her on instagram earlier that night.  

"I love you."  She gasped.

"I love you."  He barely got through the sentence before he flipped her over, pulling her legs over his shoulders.  His mouth sucked at her nipples, one hand reaching in between them to find her clit.  

Stella arched her back as his thumb pushed against her center.  "Oh my God, Ken."

"You're mine, okay?"  He grabbed her face, bringing it to his.  "That fucking body of yours..."  His eyes traveled down to her tits, then the small curve of her waist.  "And you in that fucking dress."

Stella blushed a deep red, but he hit the spot again and her stomach started turning.  

"Everyone wanted to fuck you in that dress, baby." His tip nudged the deepest part of her.  "You know that, right?"

He looked at her, puppy-dog eyes bearing deep into her soul.  "But you're all mine."

Stella nodded, stuttering,  "All yours."  She felt so full with him inside her she barely got the words out before she came, fast.

Kendall rode her through the high, his own release coming shortly after her walls pulsed against him.  He collapsed on her, forehead pressed against her collarbone.  They laid there for a moment, catching their breath.  Kendall eventually pulled out, pulling off the condom and throwing it on the floor.  His phone buzzed and reached for his phone on the bedside table. 

Stella was still coming down as she turned, blinking at him.  "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, uh,"  He scrolled.  "Shiv just texted me the deets for this tailgate thing."

"Oh?"

"We hold this fucking, like, election tailgate.  Bunch of my dad's friends."  He turned off his phone and pulled her into him.  "I've been putting off telling you about this."

"Why?"

"I was afraid you wouldn't come if I invited you."

She pursed her lips.  "As your date."

"Yeah."

"So like a public thing?"

"Yeah."

Stella thought for a moment.  Surely, people knew they were together, but it was still just a couple of blurry photos of them at the wedding and her at the Living+ launch.  But she loved him.  

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"No more buying me outfits, though.  I have way too many clothes now."

"But you look so beautiful in the shit that I buy you."

She giggled. Anything she mentioned liking in passing was flown to her doorstep within twelve hours.  Stella pictured her new Cartier earrings and Chanel bag.  

"No more of that.  Seriously."

"Okay."

"I am seriously concerned that fascist is going to win, though."

"He won't, don't worry."

Stella smiled, but realized Kendall really did have the power to decide the election. If he, or someone in his family (Roman) wanted Mencken to win, they could easily change the results of the election.  

"Okay."  She said nervously, falling back into his arms.  

[isabellavolere]

Transformers Prime—Part 1: A Strange Metal Robot

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If you drive out far enough into the desert, you would find a small town called Jasper, Nevada. Nothing interesting ever happened in Jasper, and everyday life was pretty ordinary. At least that’s what you’ve been told. But ever since your family moved from Parker, Colorado into 27 Edgewater Lane in the summer of 2010, your life has been nothing but extraordinary. The drive from Parker, Colorado to Jasper, Nevada was around a 15 hour drive, but since the only car your family owns was a rusty 1974 Ford pickup truck, it felt like an eternity. 

You pull up to a shabby little house and your mom exclaims, “We’re here!”

Everyone steps out of the truck to examine the house.

“What do you think, (y/n)?” Dad asks.

“Umm, it's…nice. Really, uh, rustic,” you say as you examine the sagging front porch. 

“I know it’s not perfect, but it’s where we have to move for my job. Besides, it’s only a 10 minute drive from the dirt biking trails.” 

Your dad knew you so well, back in Colorado you loved to go dirt biking!

“Oh? Could I check it out after the unpacking’s finished?” You ask, already opening the tailgate of the truck. It makes a horrible squeaking sound and you cringe.

“You can go now if you’d like,” your dad says as he helps you pull down your bike.

“Won’t you need help unpacking?” you ask as you swing your leg over the smooth seat. 

Your 2009 Yamaha dirt bike is a deep navy blue with white and black streaks. The wheels are rough and encased in mud. It could use a good washing, but you could do that when you got back from the trails.

“No, I've got it. You go explore the trails. I’m sure you're itching to get out there after that 15 hour drive,” your dad says with a smile. 

You return the smile and tie up your (h/c) hair into a ponytail. Then you kick-start the engine and pull out of the dusty driveway, speeding down the road and relishing the feel of the wind on your body as the engine hums below you. After following the road signs marking where the trail is, you reach a forest and see dark green trees looming over you. Zooming through the trail, you hit hills and fly through the air. As you continue to drive, the once thick trees start to thin out and up ahead you see a massive crater in the ground. You hadn’t even noticed it until you were 10 feet from the edge. You quickly slam on your brakes but realize you are going too fast. You wipe out the bike, hoping that your sliding would slow down the momentum, but it wasn’t enough. You kick the dirt bike away from you so it wouldn’t fall down the crater and brace yourself as you slide over the edge of the crater. The walls of the crater are rough and bumpy so by the time you slide down, or more accurately tumble down, you’re battered and sore. It’s only then that you notice the massive dark gray spaceship that hovers 50 feet above the crater. Fearing that the ship would see you, you duck behind a strange large blue crystal that’s poking out of the rocks. There were more of these crystals scattered around the crater but you focus on the giant spaceship above you. As you watch, some sort of cannon from the side of the ship shoots a red laser somewhere above the edge of the crater which is on the opposite side of where you’re standing. It hits a bright red robot you hadn’t seen earlier and it falls down the side of the crater in a huge explosion. The impact blows a stray lock of (h/c) hair into your face and you impatiently brush it away as you watch the red robot. Then it starts to speak.

“Fair warning boys, I’ll put a few dents in ya.” 

You see that the robot is facing off against five big purple robots that had just dropped down from the gray spaceship with five more dropping down behind them, each armed with triangular shaped guns. Suddenly the red bot transforms into a car and drives up the side of the crater. You watch open-mouthed as he launches himself up in the air and then crashes down on a few of the purple robots. The robots must have been made of metal because every time the red robots’ fists collided with the purple robots it would make a crashing metal sound. 

Wait a minute, metal robots? That’s crazy! It seems like the robots are alive, but how is that even possible? 

They are locked in an epic duel, red robot against seven purple robots who circle around the red robot and deliver blow after blow to the bot. One of the purple bots uppercuts the red one and he crashes down the side of the crater. You notice that the hit is so hard that it knocks a small silver horn off of the robot's head. It wasn’t looking good for the red bot. A crazy urge to help this bot suddenly overtakes you as you realize you couldn't just hide by the crystal and do nothing. You look around for something on the ground that could get the purple robot's attention, and see a medium sized rock with jagged edges and pick it up. 

I guess that will have to do.

“Hey bolt brain! Catch!” you yell. 

The purple robots turn towards you and you hurtle the rock with all your might to the bot closest to you. The rock wedges itself deep in the robot and it explodes in a wave of fire. The red robot scans the surrounding area for the cause of the commotion and his eyes lock onto yours. The robot blinks a few times and then nods a thanks. Just then some of the purple robots start to come for you. You turn around and desperately try to climb the rocky wall. You make it up a few steps but lose your grip and slide down the wall. The bots are getting closer and you can’t get a grip on the rocks. You quickly turn around and begin to run along the side of the crater, but the purple bots are now close enough to begin firing at you. You dodge lasers as your feet pound the dusty ground. All of a sudden the hairs on your neck stand up as one of the laser bolts whizzes past you. You think it has just missed you when you feel a wave of pain radiate through the top of your right arm. The impact of the shot knocks you to the ground hard and you wheeze for the air that had been knocked out of you. As you lay on the ground, the bot that had shot you looms over you with the muzzle of his gun pointed at your head. 

You close your eyes and all you can think is please make it quick as you wait for this strange robot to pull the trigger. 

But the shot never comes. 

A loud crashing noise above you causes you to open your eyes to see that the red robot had tackled the purple robot to the ground. He sits on top of the purple robot and punches it until it stops fighting back. The red robot then stands up and seems to notice you struggling to get back on your feet.

“Scrap!” He says. “Those blasted cons got to her!”

Cons? 

The red robot picks you up in his hand and assesses the amount of injury done to your shoulder, muttering to himself as you sit in a shocked stupor. A wave of purple grabs your attention and you look behind the red robot to see a group of purple robots approaching.

“Behind you!” you say through gritted teeth. 

The robot looks over his shoulder, then begins shifting his body. As you watch, the robot transforms his body around yours, and you somehow find yourself sitting in the passenger seat of a Dodge Challenger. A seat belt gently wraps around you and clicks into place. As he accelerates, you look down at your arm to see how bad the robot has gotten you. The skin around the top of your shoulder down to the elbow has been burned. You aren’t sure how bad the burns are, but you grit your teeth and focus on your surroundings instead. You look from the empty driver seat to the steering wheel that is moving by itself. You see a strange emblem that looks like a little face on the center of the steering wheel in the place where you would normally find the logo of the car. You look along the dashboard of the car and see a stereo system with a small red screen. Just then the car begins to talk and you can see sound waves move up and down as he says, “Arcee, how long until you think you can get here? I think I might need the whole team.” 

Another voice pops up on the radio, this one sounding feminine.

“It might be a bit, we’re scattered across time zones. What did you do?”

“Well, I found this big stash of Energon but the whole Con’ party showed up and so I was fighting them, then this human comes out of nowhere and is all like, ‘hey bold brain eat this’ and she throws this rock at one of the vehicons, Arcee you should have seen her she was amazing!”

“The cons are back?” 

“You let a human see you?!”

Two voices say at the same time. The female and a new voice, this one sounding very agitated.

“It wasn’t my fault Ratchet! Besides, one of the stupid Decepticons shot her in the shoulder, and I couldn’t just leave her.”

“The fault is not important right now,” says yet another voice, this one sounding very deep and authoritative. “Cliffjumper, you must make the safety of the human your top priority.”

“You got it boss, just make sure-scrap!”

We had only driven a few feet from the crater when the bot, apparently called Cliffjumper, slams on his brakes.

“What do we have here? An Autobot and his fleshy pet,” a low and rumbling voice taunts.

You look through the windshield to see a tall gray bot with a narrow face. Cliffjumper transforms and holds you protectively in one hand. The other hand points at the new bots face, the place where his hand should be moving to be some sort of gun.

“Scream, it's been a while. Running a little errand for your master?” says Cliffjumper.

“Never mind him!” roars the new robot, transforming his hand into a gun of his own, and shooting furiously at Cliffjumper. 

Seems like these two have a bit of a history.

As they are shooting, one of the bolts from the gray bot hits the arm you are perched in. You go flying through the air and land on the ground with a cry of pain, right at the feet of the gray robot. He smirks and picks you up with long and slender fingers that remind you of claws. 

Laughing, he says “I think you dropped something Cliffjumper. I hope this isn’t too important.” 

Cliffjumper narrows his eyes and says, “You mess with the bull, get ready for the horns!” 

Well that’s an interesting catch phrase.

“Ah, but not so fast, dear Cliffjumper,” the gray bot purrs as Cliffjumper pulls his fist back to hit the bot's stupid smug face. 

The gray bot squeezes his fingers around your middle and you inhale sharply as you feel like your body’s going to snap in half. You hate the amused way the wretched bot looks at you as you squirm and struggle to break free.

“One more move and your little fleshling gets crushed.”

You could practically hear Cliffjumpers’ thoughts as he assesses how best to handle the situation without you coming to further harm. His eyes dart from you to the spot where the robots' horrible claws are digging into your side a few times before locking onto you, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. Cliffjumpers’ face hardens as he sees you struggling against your captor. 

“Starscream, let her go,” he growls in a low voice.

Just then someone yells “CLIFF!” and you see a small blue robot run up beside the red bot, both of her guns pointed towards Starscream.

“Arcee. Cutting it a little close don’t you think?” says Cliffjumper, a small smile on his face.

“Starscream! Let the human go, and you will not be harmed.”

You recognize the deep baritone voice from before and look around for the speaker. Standing directly in front of Starscream stands a tall robot. A strange symbol adorns one of the new bots' bright red arms, and you recognize it as the same symbol from the middle of Cliffjumpers’ steering wheel. The robot has long silver and blue legs, with four large wheels mounted to the back of his feet. A dark blue head with a battle mask covering the lower section of his face stares at you with piercing blue eyes, and you get the feeling that he is analyzing you.

“I’m afraid I can’t quite do that Prime!” 

Starscream’s smile widens even more, though the flash of fear in the bot's eyes didn’t escape your notice; neither did the loosening of his grip on your waist. A crazy idea begins to form in your head and you look Starscream right in the eye.

“Let me go right now or you will regret it,” you growl in a voice more waivering than you’d like it to be.

“What was that human?” 

Starscream pulls you closer to him so you are at eye level. Taking a steadying breath, you try again. 

“I said, if you don’t put me down by the time I count to five you will regret it!” 

The gray robot looks unimpressed and you begin to doubt this crazy plan of yours. 

“Is that so little fleshing? I’d like to see you try.”

“Alright then! One…two…” With every digit you could feel a sort of fire flow through you.

 “Three…four…” as you continue to count the faintest hint of uncertainty flashes across Starscream's face.

“Five!”

Summoning all the remaining strength you have left, you kick the bot right in his eye. You could hear it give a satisfying crunch beneath your foot and he drops you, screaming “ARGH!! You little-!”

As soon as your feet hit the ground you run as fast as you can back to the crater. You look over your shoulder and see the group of robots fighting the gray robot. As they are fighting Starscream must have realized that he couldn’t win because he suddenly transforms into a sleek fighter jet and flies away. You turn your head back to the trail ahead of you and scan the ground for your dirt bike. Once you find it and get on, you kick start the engine and gun the bike through the trees, never slowing down until you reach the road. You feel kind of bad for leaving the robots who saved your life, but you didn’t want to stick around. When you reach the highway, you can’t help but flinch every time you hear a car, worrying it might be more purple robots. Or worse, that horrible gray robot. You didn't even realize how late it was until you pulled into the garage of your new home and noticed the first few stars popping out of the sky. You begin to rummage through a few moving boxes that are stacked on one side of the garage until you find a roll of gauze and start wrapping your shoulder as you head inside. You spend a few minutes exploring the new house until you see a sign on one of the doors. It’s written in your moms small handwriting and reads: 

Your father and I have gone to bed. This will be your new room. We’ll have to assemble your bed frame in the morning. I hope you enjoyed the trails!-Mom

You smile and open the door, which creaks ominously. 

Why does that sound like the doors they use in horror films?

You dismiss the thought from your head and walk into your new room. The bedroom is a moderate size with a window on the back wall that faces the road. A twin sized mattress had been pushed underneath the window and a few boxes of your stuff were on the right side of the room. The adrenaline rush that you had been riding has begun to slow down as the day starts to catch up to you. By the time you lay down on your mattress you are out.

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"The Challenger" from Speed Buggy Issue #4

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Coming out of the turn, Speed Buggy was running second with just one lap to go in the World 200. The fastest cars in the world had dueled for 198 laps and now they were finishing the next to last lap. Just ahead, the official whipped the white flag down on Dude King who was two lengths ahead of Speed Buggy with Tinker at the wheel.

Now, Speed Buggy whipped past the offical and got the white flag indicating they were starting the last lap.

"C'mon Speed Buggy," Tinker yelled, hanging in behind Dude King's big black racer. "This is the lap that counts."

Around the first turn, closing in behind King's big, powerful car, Tinker was tailgating. Using King's car to break the wind, Tinker held position until the last turn.

"Can he do it, Mark?" Debbie screamed, jumping up and down in the pit area to get a better look at the two leaders coming around the last turn.

Mark grinned. "Don't worry. Tinker, Speed Buggy, and I planned it this way, Debbie!"

Out of the last turn, Tinker was already mashing on the gas pedal, picking up passing speed while he was still behind Dude King. Then, he whipped past the big, black car at the head of the stretch, puled up even with Dude King, then edged ahead.

"Watch it, Tinker!" Speed Buggy yelped in alarm as Dude Swerved his heavier race car at them.

Speed Buggy dodged, moving ahead, and at the finish line Speed Buggy was a half a length ahead. The crowd roared because Speed Buggy was well liked while Dude King's black car was hared nearly everywhere they raced.

The race judge whipped down the black and white checkered flag. The race was over! Speed Buggy had won!

At the finish line, after Speed Buggy had gone around one more time, Debbie kissed Speed Buggy on the hood and hugged Tinker. They were all happy as the offical presented the team with a check and a beautiful silver loving cup.

"That's terrific!" Speed Buggy griped. "You get a nice fat check and a loving cup. What do I get?"

Tinker laughed. "You'll get your oil changed, I'll give you a nice lubrication job, wash and wax your paint, then give you a long, cool drink of oil."

Speed Buggy winked. "Sounds great, Tinker. I was only kidding anyhow. I like racing. Especially against Dude King's big, black car."

The happy crowd left the race track. Tinker, Debbie, and Mark went to dinner. The race cars were left at the track as darkness fell.

There was silence for a long time, then finally a parked red racer made sure no drivers or mechanics were around.

"Nice race, Speed Buggy," the red car said. "If I couldn't win, I'm glad you beat the black car."

"Me too," a sleek white car added. "Dude King is a dirty driver."

Then the black car started its engine with a menacing roar.

"Knock it off, you creeps," King's car threatened. "I woulda beat Speed Buggy easy if Dude King didn't let Tinker outsmart him."

The red car snickered. "Speed Buggy could best you without Tinker's help." The other cars chimed in, agreeing. They loved needling the black race car.

"Oh, yeah?" the black car snarled. "I'll bet I can beat Speed Buggy right now!"

Speed Buggy scoffed. "No, you can't!"

The black car responded with a roar, so Speed Buggy started his engine. Both cars, with only the other cars watching, moved to the starting line. The red racer beeped his horn to start them and they were off!

Now, Speed Buggy knew what strategy the black car would use. He stayed right behind Speed Buggy and Speedy knew when the last lap came, the black racer would whip out and try to pass him in the stretch.

Speedy ran fast until the next to last lap. Then, as they went down the backstretch, Speed Buggy slowed down. Slower. Then even slower. And the black car roared and snarled threateningly, bumping Speedy but Speedy refused to be rushed.

Into the final turn.

Now, with the homestretch ahead, Speedy suddenly accelerated. He peeled out, his rear wheels whipping dust and gravel into the lights and grill of the black car right behind him.

Cough, cough, splut, the black car choked and was trying to see as Speed Buggy roared ahead to win easily by three lengths.

In the morning when Debbie, Mark, and Tinker arrived and said hello to Speedy, Speedy had such a smug look, Tinker asked him about it.

"You look as though you had a good rest, Speedy," Tinker said.

Speedy laughed. "I dreamed I won a big race without you to drive me," Speedy replied, "so just watch out. I may not need you!"

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Howdy Neighbor!

Chapter 10: Skinny Dippin’

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Agent Whiskey | Jack Daniels/AFAB!Reader

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Warnings: No use of Y/N, Legal Age Gap, Food Mention, Food Consumption, Alcohol Mention, Alcohol Consumption, Intoxication, Kissing, Touching, Smut, Skinny Dipping(duh), Whiskey Dick

Summary: Jack has been planning this star watching by the river date since he dropped you off after the fair. It's finally time to go out on that perfect date.

A/N: I got a certain scene from this chapter in art form by the great @frying-panties !! Def go check it out after reading this chapter, and check out fry's page too!!

Those promises of more dates did come. Each one ended in Whiskey going down on you, making you cum, vision going white as he licked every drop up. He never asked for anything in return, which you found odd. Even when you try to initiate, Whiskey was quicker to get you on your back and your legs spread for him. Even after he was done, with an obvious tent in his pants, he never asked for you. He was taking things slow, extremely slow. Whiskey wanted to do this right, he wanted to make sure you were taken care of first, even if that means neglecting what he wanted. Old Whiskey would have fucked you on every surface of his house by now. He wanted to do this right, let his heart lead instead of his dick. He could tell you wanted to please him, wanting to fulfill his needs as well. Whiskey needed time to convince himself that he was worthy of his needs, of you.

This next date was simple, just you two by a secluded spot by the river at night. He would park his bronco by the bank, pull out the snacks and drinks so you two could watch the stars at night. You were just excited to be spending time with him again. You were counting down the minutes until sunset.

Once you heard that familiar car honk, you raced down your stairs and slipped on your sneakers. You practically skipped out to Whiskey’s Bronco. Whiskey let out a soft giggle as you buckled yourself in.

“Somebody is happy to see me.” Whiskey winked.

“You kept me waiting all day!” You lean into Whiskey, “You know how much I like spending time with you.”

Whiskey closes the space between you to lay a soft kiss on your lips, “Ain’t ever gonna get tired of kissin’ you.”

“Same here, cowboy.” You smile back, “Now where are we heading?”

“Oh,” Whiskey smirked and started the Bronco down the road, “You’ll see soon.”

Whiskey drove down to his place, and went right by it. The sun was painting the sky with oranges and red. It was beautiful, but the cowboy next to you had your whole attention. The roof of the Bronco was off, letting the reds of the sky hit your cowboy’s tanned skin, making it glow. His chocolate eyes were made brighter by the oranges of the setting sun. You really loved Jack, especially in this moment, just holding your hand and enjoying the joy ride in his Bronco.

Whiskey finally turned off the main dirt road and to a little clear spot by the local river. The Trees hung over you two until it hit the bank of the river. Whiskey backed up his Bronco to where the trunk was facing the river. He parked and got out of the car. You followed him to the tail gate and watched him open it. In the trunk was a small cooler along with a bag. He then stepped up onto the tailgate and grabbed the bag. He pulled out two quilts of the large bag and laid them down across the bed of the trunk. Whiskey sat down on the mat and patted next to him. You couldn’t keep your excitement to yourself. You practically leaped up to the trunk bed. Whiskey let out a soft laugh as he reached back to the cooler and pulled out two beers, along with some crackers and pepperoni to snack on.

“This is the best view to watch the sunset,” Whiskey mentioned towards the river, “Glad I can share it with you.”

Whiskey leans in and softly kisses you, running a hand up your thigh. You pull away and grab one of the beers in his free hand. You scoot closer to him as he grabs the bottle opener from the bag. You couldn’t help but lightly run your hand on his thick thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

Whiskey let out a soft hum, “You ain’t even had a sip of that beer and you’re already getting touchy?”

“You made me wait all day.” You sigh.

“Then you’re gonna have to wait a little more.” Whiskey smirked.

Whiskey popped open your beers and open the bags of snacks. You two chatted about your day as you watched the sunset and the stars slowly come up. Whiskey listen intently and gave you small kisses on your cheek and forehead between the chats. You returned them as well, Whiskey humming in approval.

After Whiskey finished his first beer, he set the empty bottle behind him and pulled out a mason jar with a few peaches at the bottom, making the liquid in the jar have a light orange tint to it. It had some scotch tape on the jar that said:

To: Jack

Congrats on the new brewery! Make sure to share this.

From: Champ

“Guess what I have!” Whiskey lightly shook the mason jar back and forth, causing the peaches to swirl in the liquid.

“Someone gifted you moonshine?” Your jaw dropped, “How is that-“

“As long as I don’t sell it, it’s perfectly legal here in Texas.” Whiskey winked, “Wanna try some?”

“Someone has to be below the legal limit to drive.” You shot him a look.

Whiskey leaned back as he spun the mason jar lid open, “I trust ya to drive my girl here. I’ll enjoy this peachy delight, but I’ll make sure to save some for my sugar.”

My Sugar. You and Whiskey were really at this point in your relationship, calling him yours and vice versa. You leaned in and looked up at the night sky, watching the stars shine down on the two of you. Hearing the occasional cicada sing, you really cared about Jack. Hell, you loved him. You’re going to tell him that.

You turn back to Whiskey to see him tacking a large swig of the peach moonshine. He swallows the drink, and you could just feel the sting on Whiskey’s face. He shuts his eyes tightly and lets out a long “hooo boy”.  You couldn’t help but laugh.

“A little too much for my cowboy?” You raise an eyebrow, jokingly.

“The peach flavor is helpin’ a little.” Whiskey’s voice was a little hoarse, “But it’s way too good to not drink it!”

You shook your head as Whiskey giggled before he downed another swig of the moonshine. Whiskey got very cuddly as the night went on. The stars began to shine even brighter, and the moon shined down onto the river, reflecting right into your little oasis. Whiskey was at his fourth drink of the moonshine, and you could clearly see the drunkenness on Whiskey’s cheeks. He had started rubbing small circles on the small of your back. He kept rambling on about how pretty you were and how he just adores you. He was like a lovesick puppy with his rambles.

With one last swig of moonshine, Whiskey was finally able to get one of the soaked peaches into his mouth. He was absolutely showing off for you. Some of the moonshine escaped through the corners of his mouth. You wish you could kiss away the peachy moonshine on his face, but he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand. You finally pry the mason jar out of his hand and spin the lid back on it.

You reach back to put the moonshine in the small cooler, “I think you’ve had enough, Jack. I don’t…”

You turn back to see that Whiskey had gotten down from the bed of the trunk and was making his way over to the bank of the river. You yell his name, and he stops. He kicks of his boots and pulls off his socks. He slowly began taking off his clothes and hanging them on a low hanging tree branch. He looked back at you, making sure not to turn his back, wanting you to get a good look at his ass. You had to admit, it was a great ass too. Whiskey hung his hat on the branch and sauntered his way into the river. Once Whiskey’s thighs hit the water, he stopped and turned to face you again, and still made sure his has was at a decent angle for you to look at.

With a smirk you could see from miles away, Whiskey yelled, “Ain’t you comin’, Darlin’?”

Your body betrayed you and you began to make your way over to where Whiskey had hung his clothes. Whiskey turned his back to you as he walked deeper into the river. You took this chance to tear of your clothes, throwing them onto the branch and making your way into the cold river. You slowly followed Whiskey’s path until the both of you were in shoulder length water.

Whiskey finally turned to face you, “Knew you’d follow Ol’ Jack.”

Your teeth chattered and goosebumps rose on your skin, “I followed you out here because I didn’t want you drowning on my watch!”

“I ain’t that drunk, Darlin’,” Whiskey laughed, “And it looks like somebody gettin’ chilly.”

Whiskey reached out and pulled you close. He was a furnace in the cold water. Your hands shot out of the water and wrapped themselves around Whiskey’s neck. You began to play with the hair at his neck. Whiskey hummed in approval as he began laying kisses up your neck and slowly drifting his hands down to your hips.

“Knowing you, you probably planned for this to happen.” You joked.

“Oh, I did.” Whiskey said between kisses.

You raised an eyebrow at his response. Whiskey stopped kissing your neck and just chuckled to himself.

“There are two towels in the bag I brought.” Whiskey ran his thumbs across the front of your hips.

“I should have guessed.” You giggled, “No, I should have known.”

Your giggles quickly turned into soft moans as Whiskey grabbed fistfuls of your ass. He lightly nips at your neck and whatever skin is breaking the water. You glid your fingertips around his neck and down to his chest. Your hands slowing dip into the water. You feel a shiver from Whiskey as you graze his nipples. You lightly tug on them which gets you a deep moan from his throat. You try to dip your hands even lower, but Whiskey jerks his hips away from you. You pull your hands out of the water and pull Whiskey’s face away from your neck.

“Jack…” You whisper, “What’s wrong? You’ve done this every time we’re intimate. Is there something wrong? Wrong with me?”

“No! Nothin’ wrong with you, Darlin’.” Jack sighs, his face still in your hands, “It’s….just me.”

You look into Whiskey’s eyes, and you see hurt, a lot of it too. The way the moon light is shining into Whiskey’s eyes make them even more sorrowful. You realize what Whiskey needs in this moment.

“Jack,” You run your thumb across Whiskey’s bottom lip, “I let you kiss me because I care about you. I let you hold me, go on dates with you, and ride up that path on your farm because I care about you. What I’m trying to say….”

You take a deep breath in and lock eyes with Whiskey again, you feel tears well up in your eyes. Every moment you shared with him has led up to this moment.

“I love you, Jack.” You exhale, “Let me show you my love by taking care of you.”

You felt tears begin to roll down your face. Whiskey’s hands quickly comes out of the water to wipe them way. After Whiskey wiped them away, you see a soft smile creep up on your lover’s face. You close the space between you two for a soft kiss. It’s extremely slow. You lightly tap your tongue along his bottom lip to ask for entry, and he happily obliges. You taste the faint hint of Georgia peaches on his tongue, it’s intoxicating.

Whiskey breaks away from the kiss to say, “I love you so much, Darlin’.” He dives in and says in in-between kisses on your lips, neck, and any skin available, “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love-“

He pushes up against you until you could feel his half-hard cock pressing into your lower stomach. You slide your hand down to Whiskey’s cock and run your fingertip above his slit. He whimpers. You know this is about how hard he’s going to get tonight from drinking all that moonshine. You could care less, if he feels good, then you’re happy.

Whiskey pulls away and whispers your name like it’s sacred, “Let’s head to my place. I wanna treat you right.”

You nod, “And I want to treat you right, Jack.”

You two lean and touch foreheads and stay still for a moment before you two make the swim back to the bank to get your clothes and get dried off.

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[sif-the-tsunami]

Ok prompt! Sy is teaching you how to cook and maybe things get frisky ? 😁

Oooo I like this. Its not 100% on the nose but this is where the muse took me.

Did you want a novel? Because, I hope you like novels.

Warnings: chili with beans, sweet cornbread, swearing, smut

"Listen hear, you chicken fried fuck. If you don't like my cooking, you are welcome to eat something else at the damn pot luck!" I snap at a grumpy retired soldier who was talking trash about my chili recipe. Like always. Whenever we have a party, he has to say something about how I'm dressed, what I brought, or the beer I was drinking.

"All I'm saying here, California, is that where I'm from we don't put beans in our chili. And don't get me started on this abomination you call cornbread. Why is it sweet, why are there vegetables in my bread?" He says in his drawl.

"Because honey and roasted jalapenos taste good together!"

"I guess. You don't need to fuss so much Princess, I'll gladly show you how to make real Texan food. Make some wife material out of you." He smirked. I think he knew he was getting under my skin.

"Come on, Sy, give her a break. Take a bite of her cornbread with the chili, they are delicious together." One of our mutual friends told him when he could see that I was not having any more of his attitude.

I walked away from the conversation, feeling incredibly salty. The man was Syverson, we had been in the same group of friends for the past couple years and honestly he was usually at least cordial with me, but the sheer audacity of his tone today. The rest of the party was really fun, at least. Occasionally, I would catch eyes the color of the ocean after a storm staring me down. He kept looking like he wanted to say something to me but I would find reasons to leave the room. Fortunately there was always a way to get out and around.

Towards the end of the evening, I go outside to enjoy the cooling air and watch the stars, listen to a couple of the guys from inside sit on the tailgate of a truck and talk about football or something. The breeze would kick up occasionally and I could smell an orange tree blooming in the distance.

"Hey, oh shit, I didn't mean to startle you." I jumped damn near out of my skin when the grump showed up out of nowhere. "I actually really wanted to say that I'm sorry, I can be a real asshole sometimes. You are usually more aware of it than others. I'm used to giving people a hard time. Your food was delicious. I just don't know how to talk to you sometimes."

I looked at the large man skeptically. I'm not used to people going from snarky to nice to me. "Thank you for apologizing. Glad you liked it, Chicken Fried. You can just talk to me like anyone else, I don't mind some teasing, but you just know how to push my buttons."

Sy looked at his feet for a moment. "I will be nicer to you, I promise."

"I'm sure." I had heard that before.

"I still think mines better," back to sounding arrogant already, "I am willing to bet that it would blow your mind."

"Do you really want to bet?"

"Yeah... sure. I'll bet you. If my chili it better than yours.... you have to go on a date with me."

"Is that how you get most of your dates these days? Tinder just isn't cutting it anymore?" I tease. He is actually kind of good looking. Sort of. If you are into that hand crafted by the gods kind of look. I'm not saying I am, but I could get the appeal.

"You'd be surprised. Most of the women I meet want to figure out what's wrong with me. Almost 40, never married, I have a job I like. They keep waiting for my skeletons to come out of the closet. Like shit, girl, I just don't like olives or sweet relish. I think I'm pretty cool otherwise." He said talking with his hands out stretched. I think he might have been being earnest with me, but his tone is almost always sarcastic.

"You were in the military, right?"

"Yeah."

"That's what's wrong with you." The big man started laughing harder than I thought he would.

"Well, California. You up for it?"

"I don't know Chicken Fried, I don't like dating, I would really just like something casual, low maintenance. What happens when I win?"

"When?" He chuckles. "If you are looking for something casual and low maintenance, baby, there is a reason when I was still in the Army they called me Captain Cunnilingus."

"It sounds like either way you win." I smirk, "I would need a real incentive to try to beat you."

"How about bragging rights?"

"If I win... you shave your beard. Then I get to use your face as a chair." He looked shocked.

"Fine, when I win, you have to wear a dress on our date, and heels. Maybe even some of that shit you all put on your lips with the glitter and fruity flavors."

"Ok, now that's unreasonable. I don't even own heels."

"I'll buy you some." Well color me impressed. We decide on the terms of the bet. We would invite a couple of friends over to his place next Sunday and they would pick a winner with a blind taste test. We would also have one canned chili and one restaurant chili to make it a little more interesting.

Sunday came, and we all gathered in his house. This was the best batch of chili I have ever made. Fresh peppers, bacon, beer and some good quality beef all swam together in a symphony of flavors. When I walked into his house, the smell was... pungent. I could smell cooking vinegar. It wasn't bad but there was something just a little off putting.

"Glad you showed up, Princess." He looked me up and down. to surprise him just a little, I did show up in a dress. I figured a special occasion needed a special outfit.

I looked over at the big man as he took my slow cooker from my hands and plugged it in for me. To be fair to both of us, we had enough time to set up sides and toppings. I even baked more cornbread. Sy made his own savory cornbread that he pulled out of the oven in a cast iron skillet.

"It was my mama's." He told me when I asked about it.

"You bake also?"

"Sometimes, if the mood hits me. I like making peach cobbler too. If you are lucky, I'll make you some. Maybe after our date."

"So sure of yourself, Chicken Fried. I hope you got some good shaving cream and a new razor, you'll need it." In his kitchen, I lifted the hem of my sundress clear up to my naked hip showing him that I was ready to win this bet of ours. His pupils blew out with lust as he stepped up to me.

"Princess, you are a hell of a tease. I have wanted you so badly ever since the first time we met." He breathed, lusty and hot. He pinned me to the counter, radiating his desire. He bit his lip, looking me up and down, he looked like he wanted to kiss me or maybe consume me whole. Suddenly he pulls away, leaving me breathless. "We will have company soon. I need to walk this off, but I really do want to continue this conversation when we don't have to risk being interrupted."

Before anyone could walk in on us, Syverson rushed up to me and kissed me more passionately. My knees buckle for a second and its like I've been set on fire.

When our friends came into his house, he set up bowls, spoons, Fritos and cheese. He set up blind tastings for the guests, only he and I knew what everyone was eating.

The canned chili was a flop. The restaurant chili was a better batch but it wasn't as good. When our friends tasted my chili, they all keep saying how wonderful it was.

Then we tried Sy's. Everyone was quiet for a moment and then the group started to try to figure out what it was about the chili that we didn't like. It was too sweet as far as I was concerned and there was a weird aftertaste. It was an overwhelming agreement that Sy's chili was terrible. After we cleaned up his kitchen, Sy was pouting about having lost.

"So, when would you like for me to shave my beard?"

"Maybe later tonight. I think we have to finish that conversation we started earlier."

"Oh yeah, California?" He said, standing close to me. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me to the counter top. I lace my fingers through his beard hair and pull him closer so I can finally kiss him again. He broke away from the kiss and then started nibbling on my neck. His hand found the seem of my dress and he slid his hand up my thigh. When my skirt was pushed up to my hips exposing my sex to him, he leaned me back. I watched him look at my core and lick his lips like a man starved.

"Wait a second. Before you start, what was going on with your chili? Did you throw the bet?"

"No, not at all." He looked at me confused. "I don't know what happened, I've made this a bunch of times and its always been good. This was terrible."

"Did you do anything different?"

"Well. I was out of tomato paste, so I used ketchup. A buddy of mine suggested it."

"Oh my god, Sy. No wonder! Thank god you are pretty, my guy." I tease.

"Your guy? I like the way that sounds. Now lean back, Princess. I'm going to try to convince you to let me not shave."

[angryschnauzer]

Moonlight On The Sand

Summary: Stationed to the desert for a short mission, you are on terrain inspection when the full moon emerges from behind the clouds. However little do you know there’s something about the Captain accompanying you that may change things forever. Based on this ask from @fairndsquare​

Pairing; Captain Syverson x Female Reader (no race or size mentioned) Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle (Movie) Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Werewolves, Werewolf!Sy, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Ovulation, Breeding, Outdoor Sex/Car Sex. This is NOT an ABO story.

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Sy fumed silently as he drove the truck through the abandoned desert. He was furious that he had been overruled, but the general had finally done a site visit and his word was final; Sy had to show the new logistics planner the area, and there was no avoiding it.

What the General didn’t know was what Sy had been through during his posting in the dry and barren landscape. That mythical creatures didn’t always originate from leafy green valleys, or snow capped mountains, sometimes they dwelled in dry arid plains and rocky outcrops.

The truck hit a particularly proud rock on the dirt track and leapt into the air, your hands flying as you grasped for something to steady yourself on, one on the dash and one on the particularly meaty thigh of your commanding officer.

“Sorry” the gruff man uttered through gritted teeth.

“S’okay… the moon’ll be up soon and we’ll be able to see better as its full tonight” you casually replied, looking out over the desert surrounding you, surprised as the truck slowed down a little.

“The moon?”

“Yes, you know the big round rock orbiting the earth?”

“I know what the moon is darlin’, been cloudy the last ten days so hadn’t been keeping track…” he muttered to himself.

You used the small penstick flashlight to glance over the map;

“I need to see this valley, and get an idea of what it’ll be like to bring the trailers in with water tanks on”

The Captain glanced where you were pointing and nodded once, letting the truck veer to the right to follow the camel route up through the hills.

As the truck gained elevation Sy could feel his mouth watering. He could not only smell you, he could sense how you had grown wet in his presence. It was like a sickly sweet coating of pollen at the back of his throat on a spring day back home. Halfway through the day he’d been in a conference call as you stood in the corner of the room, observing as he updated his superiors back in Washington, when he’d picked up another sense, the only way to describe it was as if something had suddenly ripened in the room. It’d taken him until the end of the call to realise it was you and your body had just reached its most fertile point in the month. You were ripe and ready, you just didn’t know it.

That single thought had plagued Sy for the rest of the day, something in the pit of his belly was just telling him to flee, to get as far away from you as possible… for your safety. But then his military training had kicked in and he’d followed orders, and that’s how he found himself pulling the truck onto a rocky pullout on the curved track as it skirted around the hill, the view over the valley spectacular as the moon finally emerged from behind the clouds and illuminated the earth below.

Stepping out of the truck you used your night vision goggles to scan over the plateau in front of you, looking out over the wide vista. You felt the heat of his body first, standing behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck prickling up. You knew what he was wanting.

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24 hours earlier.

Scrolling your phone you checked the calendar, relieved that the mission to the desert would be there and back in the space of two weeks, back in time before your monthly bleed would start again. If there’s one thing you didn’t want to have to deal with, it would be tampons and sand. It would mean you’d be ovulating whilst there, but you had enough sugary snacks packed to keep the hormones subdued, and this wasn’t your first time being overseas, although normally you were confined to a small base north of Washington DC.

The flight had been long and bumpy, little more than a glorified cargo hold, so by the time you arrived at the compound and finally got to meet the infamous Captain Syverson, you were tingling with anticipation for what the next two weeks would involve.

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When he finally spoke, it was low and deep, resonating through your spine;

“You need to get in that truck, and drive it far from here…”

You went to turn but his hand caught your arm, keeping you looking out over the valley;

“Captain?”

“Private, do as i tell you… there are things in these hills, that you don’t know of and don’t need to know of…”

It was then that you sensed it: the connection. It was like a spark shot up your spine, and in a moment of foolhardy courage you turned, the air being sucked from your lungs when you saw him. The Captain stood before you, his eyes burning into your soul, the ring of fire in his irises and his canine teeth just a little more prominent. Your chest heaved with a shaky breath, and his nostrils flared;

“Private…” he warned one last time.

But rather than running in the opposite direction, you slowly took a step forward, holding your hand to his cheek and for a moment your touch soothed him. You took in how his hair had grown longer, his shoulders even broader, he was virile and potent. That’s when he felt it, his senses clouded as the moon took hold, but finally he realised; you weren’t afraid.

His body slammed yours against the side of the truck, his lips on yours as his tongue pushed into your mouth; tasting you, devouring you. Your hands clung to the sides of his weather beaten uniform, pulling him ever closer so you could feel every inch of his body pressing against yours until suddenly his hands were on your hips and he was lifting you onto the still warm hood of the truck. With expert skill he had quickly shed you of your cargo pants and sensible undergarments, his face between your thighs and you watched with fascination as he inhaled deeply, humming as your scent hit his brain before he dived in. 

His tongue was everywhere; licking and tasting you, running firm circles over your clit before descending and pushing the thick muscle into your velvet channel, his sharp teeth pressed against your soaked folds as he tasted you from within. When you came you screamed into the night sky, your legs shaking as the feral beast between your thighs growled in satisfaction, his eyes glowing.

He pulled you from the hood and carried you to the rear of the vehicle, opening the tailgate before sitting you on the edge as he made quick work of his cargo pants, his thigh holster holding them up as his thick cock unfurled from the worn in cotton. You swallowed nervously; you were far from a virgin but the thought of the thick gnarled girth splitting your insides apart had you pulling away for a moment. That was until he gently cupped the back of your neck, pulling your face to his as he rested his forehead on yours and you instantly felt calmer and relaxed. The first touch of his hot flesh against your soaked core had you trembling with anticipation, before he paused, one massive hand resting over your stomach, and he growled as the warmth of your womb almost burnt into his palm;

“Mine...” he muttered, before those feral eyes met yours; “...ours”

“Captain… now, please…” you whined, knowing that what he knew about you, and you were ready.

With a roar he surged forward, your ripened walls parting for him as if welcoming him home. With his palm still pressed to your stomach he could feel himself inside you, the thickness pushing out your belly as he moved slowly and carefully, working to get just the right angle until he paused and you saw that ring of fire in his irises again burn bright.

It was then that he moved faster, the pull and push hitting every spot inside you, feral and wanting, an urgent need to to fill you with his seed, to breed you took over. Faster and faster he pounded into your soft body, drawing orgasms out of you quicker than you could process them, before he slowed and pulled you up so you were sitting, your bodies still connected. In that moment it was when the connection, the bond was finally fully formed, and as he pressed his forehead to your and started to fuck you again, you felt your spirit joining with his. His thrusts got faster, harder, his breath hot on your skin. The angle of his pelvis meant it took just a couple more thrusts and you were coming again, this time he threw his head back and let out a cry-come-howl as he released into your womb, his seed flooding into you as your body eagerly milked him of it.

You stayed joined in the most intimate of ways until the cool night air made a shiver run down your back, the movement of your body making you realise the Captain was still hard and nestled deep within you;

“So… are we stuck?”

“No… but this is the first time i’ve done… this… whilst i’ve been like… this…” he let out a huff of air; “I’m not exactly sure how long i’m gonna stay hard Darlin’... we could be here a while…”

“All night?” you said, a hint of hope in your voice

“I’m yours until the moon goes down Darlin’”

“And after the moon goes down?”

He Captain paused;

“What would a girl like you want with a beast like me come daybreak?”

Running your hand over his beard your thumb caressed the skin of his cheek;

“Everything Captain… i want all of you...” It was only in that moment that Sy saw it, the ring of fire in your own eyes. He had found his mate and you had found yours; “Breed me Captain…”

[komotionlessqueenmm]

One man's trash, is another man's treasure.

(1-4)

Short story # 6

2,355 - Words

Fandom - House of Wax (2005)

Paring - Bo Sinclair X Reader

Summary - The reader finds herself & her 4 month old son stranded in Ambrose. While Bo finds himself enamored with the woman, wanting nothing more than to protect and provide for the two of them.

Warnings - Some dark topics, talk of abusive relationships, eventual blood & death, eventual smut. (I'm not sure what else tbh)

Notes - Italics mean the reader is singing.

Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 ~ Pt. 3 ~ Pt. 4

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"No no no." (Y/n) sighed as her jeep sputtered and died, white smoke bellowing from under the hood. "Please don't do this." (Y/n) muttered under her breath, pulling the jeep off to the side of the dirt road, despite her desire to keep driving. "Damn it." She hissed under her breath when it died completely, flipping the four ways on instinctively. The baby fussed tiredly from the backseat, drawing (Y/n) full attention. "It alright my love." (Y/n) cooed before exiting the driver side, sliding onto the back seat, she comforted the infant. "Sh sh sh you're alright baby." She cooed as she brushed his hair away from his face, kissing his little hands. The baby's cries subsided, and he cooed up at his mother. His wide and bright eyes melting her heart, as he peered up at her. Allowing the child to suckle on her finger, (Y/n) used her free hand to check her cellphone, hoping to call triple A. "Of course." She sighed under her breath, tossing her phone into the front seat, after finding it dead. (Y/n) jumped at the sound of someone knocking on the window, looking to find a man standing there smiling at her.

"Oh you startled me." (Y/n) chuckled when she opened the door, leaving her child in his car seat. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare ya." He chuckled with embarrassment. "It's alright, no harm done." (Y/n) brushed it off before offering him her hand. "My names (Y/n)." He shook her hand with a smile. "Lester." He then pointed to the jeep. "Car troubles?" He asked as he let go of her hand. "Yeah I'm not sure what happened to it." (Y/n) sighed as she turned her attention to the jeep. "Mind of I take a look?" He tilted he head a little. "Please do." (Y/n) smiled quickly moving to pop the hood. "Where you headed?" Lester asked as he inspected the engine. "Anywhere." (Y/n) leaned her hip against the side of the jeep. "Running from something?" He asked impulsively. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that." Lester quickly stammered. "It's alright..." (Y/n) cleared her throat. "Someone actually, I'm running from someone." She admitted. "I'd appreciate... I'd appreciate it if you'd forget ever meeting me after this." (Y/n) added. "Well a pretty face like yours would be hard to forget, but don't worry your secret is safe with me." Lester smiled, his honesty making (Y/n) smile. "Thank you Lester." Her appreciation making Lester grin. "You're welcome (Y/n), but I'm afraid I cant do much about your jeep." Lester's smile turned to a apologetic frown. "Are you sure?" She frowned a little when he nodded his head. "Well I appreciate you trying." (Y/n) sighed softly. "I could give you a ride into Ambrose, Bo owns the garage he could help you I'm sure of it." Lester suggested. "Oh I'd really appreciate the help!" (Y/n) beamed her excitement making Lester smile.

"Give me one moment." (Y/n) quickly moved to the other side of the car, unbuckling the car seat, she hulled her baby out of the car. "Oh you've got a little one." Lester observed with slight shock. "I hope that's not a problem." (Y/n) bit her bottom lip nervously. "N-no not at all." Lester stammered. "You need me to grab anything?" He asked. "Could you grab the stroller from the back?" She asked. "Sure thing!" Lester moved to grab the stroller while (Y/n) shouldered the diaper bag. "Let me lay a blanket down in the bed of my truck real quick." Lester explained as he carried the stroller to his truck, (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding as she closed up the back of the jeep, locking the doors before she joined Lester at his truck. "There we go." He murmured to himself as he laid the blanket out, laying the stroller on top of it. "Don't want to stain that up." He explained with a smile, (Y/n) smiled then looked to the cab of the truck. "I think I'll have to hold him in the truck huh?" She observed, sitting the car seat in the tailgate to unbuckle the infant. "I'm afraid so." Lester rubbed the back of his neck a little. "Oh let me get that." He moved to grab the now empty car seat. "Oh it locks into place on the stroller." (Y/n) explained pointing to where the car seat went. "Well ain't that convenient." Lester smiled as he latched the car seat into place. "Yeah it's really nice." (Y/n) agreed with a smile.

They rode in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes, before Lester struck up conversation. "So what's the little guys name?" He asked as he glanced towards the baby, quickly casting his gaze back to the road. "He's names Von." (Y/n) smiled as she lovingly stroked the baby's back. "Dose it mean something?" Lester asked with genuine curiosity. "I got it from old Norse, it means hope." She explained. "That's really cool!" Lester beamed excitedly, making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "If you don't might me asking... Where's Von's pa?" Lester asked after a few minutes. "That's who I'm running from..." (Y/n) admitted, finding it easy to confide in him. "He do something?" Lester asked. "When he found out I was pregnant... He tried to kill me." (Y/n) murmured softly, her words making Lester frown. "A neighbor heard the commotion, and he saved me. My ex went to jail, but he has friends in high places, and was able to get released last month." (Y/n) paused for a moment. "I received full custody of Von after my ex was sentenced, and when he got out I took off." She swallowed thickly, subconsciously touching the scar on her mouth from where her ex had slashed her with a knife. "He's a dangerous man, and I'm terrified that he's going to come after me, to finish what he started." (Y/n)'s confession upset Lester, he wasn't upset with her, but with her ex, a man he didn't even know.

"I'm really sorry to hear that." Lester cleared his throat, swallowing the emotional lump that had formed. "We'll be in Ambrose in a minute." He added. "Ah hell." He sighed at the sight ahead. "I forgot this road washed out last month in a storm." Lester explained as he parked the truck, I gotta flip my hubs into four-wheel." Lester explained, as he opened his door. "Oh I don't want to trouble you any more than I already have." (Y/n) reasoned. "Oh it's no trouble, I'm happy to help a pretty lady and her baby." He offered her a friendly smile, before setting to work. After he had finished his work, Lester hopped back into the truck with a grin. "Now hold on, I'm gonna take it slow but it's still gonna be bumpy." He explained as he put the truck into drive. (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding, cradling Von against her chest firmly, in hopes of not disturbing him to much. True to his word Lester took the drive nice and slow, the truck rocking this way and that as the tires rolled over some of the larger rocks. "Here we are." He murmured as they cleared the ruble, and made it to solid ground again. "Welcome to Ambrose (Y/n)." He smiled at her as he drove onto town, parking outside of the gas station. "Wow this place is really cute." (Y/n) hummed as she looked at all of the rustic buildings. "I'll go see if Bo is in." Lester offered as he hopped out of the truck. (Y/n) had nodded her head exiting the truck herself a moment later, her legs desperately needing to stretch. "Hello my sweet." (Y/n) mused at Von, who cooed up at her, a little drool dribbling down his chin.

"Bo's not in." Lester sighed as he exited the station. "He should be back soon though, he doesn't typically leave the garage empty for very long." He explained. "Well I guess I'll have to wait." (Y/n) smiled softly. "I could wait with you." Lester offered. "Oh no it's alright, I've already taken up so much of your time." (Y/n) declined his offer. "I'm sure I'll be alright, like you said he shouldn't be gone long." She reasoned as she subconsciously began bouncing Von gently. "Alright here let me grab the stroller for ya." Lester smiled as he opened the tailgate, grabbing the stroller he attempted to set it up. "The red leaver on the side, push it, then pull the stroller up. It'll lock into place with a click." (Y/n) explained, pointing to the red leaver. "Got it." Lester chuckled softly as he pulled the stroller up, smiling when it clicked into place. "Thank you Lester, for everything. You've been a real help." (Y/n) sat Von into the stroller, strapping him in before she turned her attention to Lester. "Here I've got some spare cash." (Y/n) quickly pulled her wallet from her back pocket, pulling out the thirty dollars she had. "Oh no I can't take that." Lester shook his head. "Please it's the least I can do." She smiled before taking ahold of his hands, placing the money in his palms. "What about your jeep, how are ya gonna pay for that?" Lester voiced his concern. "I've got some prepaid cards, I'll be alright." (Y/n) assured him, smiling when he finally nodded his head in agreement. "Alright... But if ya ain't got enough have Bo call me, I'll help ya out I promise." Lester smiled when (Y/n) nodded her head in agreement. "Thank you again Lester." She shook his hands before releasing him, waving as he hopped into his truck, and drove off.

(Y/n) sat on the curb outside of the gas station for about thirty minutes, gently rocking the stroller back and forth, letting Von sleep peacefully. "Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead." (Y/n) sang the old lullaby. "The one she's been saving to make a feather bed. The old gander's weeping, because his wife is dead." She reached up turning on the small battery operated fan she had attached to the stroller for Von. "The goslings are mourning, because their mother's dead. She died in the mill pond from standing on her head." (Y/n) smiled at the sight of birds flying in the distance. "Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead." She finished the lullaby, softly humming in her throat the last line, drawing out the lullaby a little longer. "You've got a real pretty voice." A man called out softly, his sudden appearance making (Y/n) freeze up momentarily. "Oh thank you." (Y/n) smiled up at the handsome man, rising to her feet as he tossed his cigarette off to the side. "My names Bo, I own this shop." He introduced himself, offering her his hand. "I'm (Y/n)." She smiled shaking his hand. "Is there something I can help you with?" He asked. "My jeep broke down a few miles down the road, I got a ride from a man named Lester into town. He said you'd be able to fix my jeep for me." (Y/n) explained, idly continuing to rock the stroller back and forth. "I'm sure I can." He smiled. "Do you know what's wrong with it?" He asked as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I have no clue." She chuckled softly. "Well can you explain what happened?" Bo asked with a small chuckle of his own. "Uh it made this sputtering kinda sound, like it was running out of gas, but the meter said I still had over half a tank. And white smoke started coming out from under the hood, then as soon as I got the car off to the side of the road the engine died." (Y/n) explained to the best of her memory. "When was the last time you put oil in it?" Bo asked with a small tilt of his head. "Last week." (Y/n) replied quickly. "Has it been giving you problems before today?" He asked. "None." (Y/n) shook her head, not having had any issues with her jeep since before today.

"Hm I have to have my brother tow the truck back here, before I can determine what's wrong." Bo explained. "Of course." (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding. "I'll have to call him from the house, my shops phone has been broken for two weeks now. You can come with me if you'd like, give you a chance to relax somewhere a little more comfortable with your little one there." Bo offered as he glanced to the stroller, a friendly smile on his handsome face. "Yeah sure that would be really nice, thank you." (Y/n) smiled as he nodded her head, following Bo to the house on the hill. "What's his name?" Bo asked as he looked into the stroller at the sleeping toddler. "Von." (Y/n) smiled. "I like that name." Bo admitted with a grin of his own. "Thanks it means hope in old Norse." (Y/n) explained. "Well I like it even more then." Bo's smile widened a little when (Y/n) giggled softly, a notable blush painting her cheeks. "You know you and Lester have been some of the nicest people I've met in a while." (Y/n) admitted. "In my experience some of the nicest people are from rural areas like this." Bo mused, his statement making (Y/n) nod her head in agreement. "Yeah it's nice." She hummed with content as they reached the front porch.

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Part one is complete!

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Love ya!

PS this is the lullaby (Y/n) was singing, its called Go Tell Aunt Rhody.