#unsure why that was the limit I guess it felt like if I was having to buy in fame currency to have fun then I clearly had gone too far

[forgetful-storyteller]

Sky:cotl was more addicting for me than genshin impact is and im. Not actually sure why that is? Like missing a good travelling spirit would make me irrationally upset no matter how hard I tried not to be so I'd have to be grinding for candles every day to be sure I'd have enough,, I'd have to play every day of a season because god forbid I miss an ult gift. Even the way the daily quests r done feels like its keeping u in the game longer than necessary bc like. Sky and genshin r very similar games in terms of how the daily quests work. They both have u get 4 quests and then go out into the world and do them, and then come back to the quest giver and redeem ur reward,, except w sky if ur quest is at the end of the map u have to go through the whole rest of the map to get there. And oh, well I might as well cr a little bit on the way. And then u spend an hour on what should be a 15 minute task max

[jjkamochoso]

Hey Jealousy

Angst, Fluff

Gen Narumi x gn!reader

Request from Wattpad: Gen gets jealous when Soshiro flirts with his crush!; takes place during Chapter 57 :)

Warnings: none

“What’s the big deal? It’s just Third Division.”

You didn’t realize how much of an impact your words had made on your comrades in the First Division until you noticed it had gone completely quiet around you as everyone stared at you in shock.

“Huh? Just Third Division? Don’t ya know they’re our biggest enemies?” Gen Narumi asked you in disbelief.

“Shouldn’t our biggest enemies be the kaiju? If we’re all working to eliminate them, should we really have a rivalry?” you wondered. Your soldiers couldn’t speak a word; they weren’t expecting to hear their beloved platoon leader spout such nonsense!

“It’s because you haven’t met them yet,” Gen told you, slapping a hand to your back. “Once you have the displeasure of talking to the Third Division, you’ll understand why we hate them.”

Well, here you were, standing before some members of the Third Division, and you still couldn’t grasp the hatred between the two Tokyo factions. Gen had invited you along to “greet” (confront) them as they entered your base and as you eyed them from your spot next to Gen, you waited to see what the fuss was all about.

“Hoshina!” Gen yelled, stepping up to the Third Division’s vice captain. “Who the hell gave you permission to step into my territory, ay?”

Soshiro looked completely unfazed. “My oh my, what a grand welcome for Captain Narumi to personally greet us.”

The vice captain turned his attention to you, his eyes looking you up and down before smiling coyly.

“And who might you be?” he asked. “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you before. I certainly would’ve remembered a stunning face like yours.”

You felt your whole body warm at his obvious flirtation. Gen immediately tensed up beside you, stepping forward once more and slightly shielding your body from Soshiro’s view.

“Who they are is none of your business,” Gen growled, pointing an accusatory finger at a smirking Soshiro. “I suggest you get out of here or I won’t hesitate to throw you out. Personally.”

“I have received permission from the higher ups in the main branch, so don’t mind us,” Soshiro explained.

“Nope, no go. This base is off limits for folks with bowl cuts or fox eyes and you fit under both of those.”

“Oh? Could it be that you’re still holdin’ a grudge?” Soshiro suggested, a playful tone in his voice. “You’re still angry that I beat you in the subjugation exercise ranking for the small monster category?”

Gen fell to his knees in dismay at the reminder of his failure. As you went to comfort him, Soshiro took note of your ranking plastered on your jacket and the worry that was present in your expression as you helped Gen back to his feet. You were treating the captain with more tenderness than expected from a platoon leader to their superior, and vice versa with Gen protecting you with a fervor Soshiro had never witnessed from the childish First Division member, all of which strongly suggested you two harbored some sort of romantic feelings for one another. The violet haired man giggled to himself, knowing his latest way of getting under Gen’s skin was sure to work.

“So, my lovely platoon leader,” Soshiro said, capturing your attention, “what else do you do in your free time besides being this good looking?”

Not used to being so brazenly hit on, you cleared your throat as you struggled to maintain your composure and release the words that were stuck on your tongue.

“Uh, you know, a little bit of this and that. Watch movies, walk around town. That sort of thing.”

“I see. Real date night stuff, yeah?”

“I guess so,” you squeaked, your voice barely heard over the quarreling between the division members next to you.

“Do you have any plans later? Maybe you could give me the grand tour of the base?” Soshiro asked you, flashing his signature fanged grin as he leaned in closer to you. Your heart began racing, unsure of what to say. Vice Captain Hoshina was smiling at you like the Cheshire Cat while Gen was glaring daggers at him.

“I-well, I… don’t know what I’m doing later but-”

“Keep at it, you guys!” Gen interrupted you loudly as he encouraged your comrades to continue their bickering with the other division. “The only record Hoshina broke was the small monsters! Aside from that, I hold the rest of the titles!”

“Gen, wait! I don’t think that’s true!” you warned, but it was too late. Soshiro had already heard him clearly and was gearing up to release the final blow to Gen’s ego.

“Doesn’t Captain Ashiro hold the title for the sniper category?”

Down Gen went, hitting the ground with a thump and splaying out in his defeat. You were about to help him up again when someone gently tapped their finger on your shoulder.

Soshiro was practically batting his eyelashes at you. “Will I ever get a name to go along with such a lovely person?”

“L/n. Y/n L/n,” you answered, looking away shyly. Gen had finally stood back up, fueled by his distaste for Soshiro that was only increasing the more he heard him speak to you. When he spied Soshiro’s hand gripping yours, about to bring it to his lips, that’s when any shred of respect for the man permanently left his body. Seeing red, he marched over to you and forcibly removed Soshiro’s grip on your fingers and then swatted his hand away, leaving Soshiro unsuccessfully hiding his rambunctious laughter.

“I’ve really struck a nerve there!” Soshiro exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes as he fought to catch his breath between cackles. “I’ve never seen you this worked up! Is someone jealous?”

Gen bared his teeth in anger. “Shut up! I don’t like you! Get out of here imme-”

You were about to ask Gen what the hell his problem was, but you never got the chance, seeing as Vice Captain Hasegawa had shown up and hit Gen over the head with a fan, telling him to be quiet. Hasegawa led Soshiro away to the meeting, the cheeky vice captain not leaving without shooting you a wink. Gen quickly followed suit and you had to wait until their meeting was over to try to get to the bottom of what was going on.

You raced to Gen’s room later that night, itching to find out what had gotten into him earlier that morning. You knocked on the door but heard no answer, prompting you to knock louder and incessantly.

“I know you’re in there.”

“I’m not here.”

You rolled your eyes. “Let me in, Narumi.”

You heard footsteps near the door and he barely opened it, peeking his head out and scowling at you.

“Oh, it’s just Narumi now? Ouch.”

“Mind explaining to me what you were doing this morning?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said, faking ignorance.

“The whole thing with Hoshina! He was just being nice.”

Gen’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened. “Being nice. Being nice? That’s what you call that?! That guy is… is… he’s a menace! A loser! You wanted me to stand by and do nothing?”

“Yes!” you scoffed. “God forbid someone flirts with me. Is it so bad that he thought I was cute? Is it wrong that I liked the attention that I’ve been missing for so long?”

“You like him?” Gen asked incredulously, his hair flopping around.

“I never said I liked him! I said I liked the attention.”

“You know what, I’m sure Hoshina’s still on base somewhere,” he grumbled. “You can go find him and live your happy little lives together. Just leave me out of it.”

Gen shut the door in your face, leaving you alone in the hallway with your racing thoughts. What was wrong with him? He had always been someone you could count on in any situation and was the person you trusted the most. You had always been his confidant, being able to talk to you about anything—why was he shutting you out completely right now? Why was recieving a tiny amount of affection from another man bothering him so much?

“Gen, please talk to me,” you pleaded through the door. “I don’t want you to be upset with me when I don’t even know what I did.”

No response.

“We’re having this conversation eventually so it’s best if we get it over with now.”

Silence.

“I thought we were friends,” you started to say, but stopped when the door flew open.

“I don’t want to be friends with you, y/n!” he blurted, his face contorted with distress. “I can’t! I can’t do it anymore!”

You were absolutely taken aback. “What? Why?”

“What happens when another guy comes around and you do like him, huh? What am I supposed to do then?”

Gen was running his fingers through his hair nervously and you still had no clue what he was talking about.

“You’re not making any sense-”

“I like you, okay?” he confessed. “I have for so long now. I hate the thought of you being with someone else other than me. It’s pathetic, I know.”

You were at a complete loss for words, not at all expecting that to be the reason for his odd behavior.

“It’s not pathetic at all,” you said quietly. “That whole time Hoshina was saying those things… I was wishing it was you instead.”

Now it was Gen’s turn to be stunned. “Wait, then why did you get mad at me for pulling you away from him?”

“Because I thought I’d never have a chance with you. I figured maybe I could get over my feelings for you if I found someone else. Convinced myself I liked them.” You inhaled deeply. “But I know there’s no one else for me and there never will be. You’re the only person I could possibly want.”

Gen breathed out a sigh of relief. “I feel the same about you.”

You couldn’t help your giddy smile that arose as you studied the handsome man in front of you.

“Now that we got our first fight out of the way, how about we try the whole kiss-and-make-up thing?” you asked, biting your lower lip in anticipation. Gen took you by the waist and pulled you inside his room, closing the door with his foot.

“We can definitely do that,” he murmured with a grin, leaning into you.

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Reactions to The Incomprehensible's Chapter 346

Brief summary: DK sends the 5th Battalion to investigate. Aurora's group relocates to another place. Cale got lore-dumped by Aurora. Cale's group leaves the Demon Realm. Cale gets dragged by mom and son dragons to fetch Lock who's about to become pope.

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The Demon King's response was to send the 5th Battalion to investigate. It was not elaborated why the 6th Battalion kidnapped villagers, except that it was for a special mission, and that the hunters, demons, and divine race had some secret agreement.

Meanwhile, Aurora's group and the villagers relocated to an abandoned coastal village. The villagers agreed, knowing that the DK might still target them, but also relieved after finding out that Aurora was the daughter of the former DK.

Aurora: Umm... Cale: It's okay. You don't have to tell me. (I don't need to know about ancient powers and the divine realm! It's bad enough that I'm involved with the demons, and now, it's the divine race!) Aurora: This info can help CH. Cale: ... (Damn it. Okay, let's hear it! Let's hear that secret!) Aurora: *lore-dumps Cale* Cale: (Let's ignore them. Unless they touch me, let's ignore them. My only job is the hunters and the omnipotent god. After that, I'll return to Roan and take a rest! That's right! A rest! Absolutely!) Raon: Human, why do you look depressed? Cale: (Why does it feel like my slacker life have gotten away? Why is it that the more I get closer, the more it moves further away from me? Ah. I really want to punch everything.)

Poor Cale. Flags keep being planted, and his slacker life continues to drift further away. 🤣🤣🤣

As for that lore dump, here's a summary:

Only single-lifers can become gods.

But there are exceptions, like those who broke the limitations of their race.

Divine race can't use aura or mana. What they have is a power unique only to each of them, similar to ancient powers.

In the ancient times, ancient powers were called "unique power".

When humans (as in races that do not live in the divine, demon, and god realms) began having unique powers, the divine race felt threatened.

The leader of the divine race made some pact with the gods so that no humans would no longer have unique powers from that moment onwards.

But CH's aura is slowly growing into a unique power, so Aurora is worried that it might catch the attention of the divine race.

Aurora is unsure if something happened to the divine realm that left a hole in the pact.

Given that CH and HD were both on the verge of getting unique powers, and Cale's other allies had the potential to gain it too, Cale could not help but feel worried. I guess he's going to the Divine Realm in the future? 😂

Count Deshran was the new Number Seven. He was stunned a total of 24 times, using his own book. Once by CH, and the remaining 23 by Mary's skeleton monster. 🤣🤣🤣

Cale wanted to rest, but upon returning to Aipotu, Sheritt told him about what happened to Lock. 😂

Cale: *nervous* Sheritt: *bangs table with her fist* I tried to talk with them, not punch them, but... Raon: *bangs table with his fist too* Lock is family! We can't leave him in Aipotu! The table: *cracks after being struck by two dragons* Cale: ... Raon: Human, let's go get Lock! Let's get him from the Aipotu beastkin who wants to make him their pope! Cale: *scared* Okay, let's get Lock! Raon: Let's go! Cale: Uh, uh... *gets dragged out by Raon*

I'm just laughing here. 😂😂😂 So Lock got captured by the Aipotu beastkin, who clung and cried to him, begging him to be their pope... 🤣🤣🤣 But Cale was more scared of the mother and son dragon who cracked the table reinforced with magic. 😂😂😂

Ending Remarks We finally returned to Aipotu! Lock's problem though. 😂 Next chapter would be Cale's group "rescuing" Lock from his ardent followers.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note:  hey guys! it's me, like wayyyy too many months later but i did promise i would post it this year even if it's like next year in a few hours but here it is!

masterlist

oh oh i'm falling in love, oh no i'm falling in love again, oh, i'm falling in love i thought the plane was going down how'd you turn it right around

Y/N stared in disbelief at the Sergeant, not entirely sure if she had heard him correctly. Maybe it was the Scotch. Could Scotch go bad, could it expire? Sure old Scotch was better than a recent one but surely there was some sort of limit as to how long a liquid can sit lost in time until it gives you some sort of poisoning. Surely malt and water couldn't last forever without causing some sort of illness or hallucination which would explain why Bucky Barnes had just told her he loved her. Or maybe he told her that he loathed her, that would make more sense.

      - I'm sorry, I think I didn't hear it right ... What did you say? - she asked and Bucky swore she was trying to kill him or maybe embarrass him. However, his ego was high on the three glasses of Scotch he already had.

      - I said I loved you.

      - You love me? - what else was there to ask. Maybe she was mishearing him again, yet it came more of a disbelief rambling rather than the question she meant it to be.

      - Yes. - he said, moving closer to her, his eyes more interested in the shade of her lips rather than her eyes which were sure to bring any grown men to their knees. - I love you, I really, really like you Y/N.

      - Like a friend?

Had Y/N been anyone else Bucky would've probably laughed and had Bucky been anyone else Y/N would hide in her bedroom until he disappeared. Things were ... different, she guessed. It felt different to hear it from him, different than when she heard it from Christopher or her first boyfriend or the first guy she ever liked. It felt unsure in the way which she didn't know how to reply, she didn't know when to reply. It was a mature and immature feeling, threading almost along the line of paradoxical. It was if the feeling itself verified her madonna persona yet tempted the whore which laid under, the temptress. It was both tempting and comforting for something that was so out of her reasonable comfort zone.

      - No, not like a friend. - he was close enough she could smell the remnants of his cologne, the scent of scotch in his breathe. - I love you like lovers do.

      - Is that what we are? Lovers?

      - Are you ever not questioning me?

      - It's a fair question, isn't it? - she raised her brow almost in defiance and moved closer, tempting him further. - I thought you liked my questions.

Bucky rolled his eyes before his hands grabbed her hips and moved her closer so their noses touched. They stared into each others eyes for what felt like a while, the mere sound of the wind brushing through the trees outside sounding like electricity until he made his move, moving closer until their lips collided. As if they'd done , they move closer to each other, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. Their lips meet in a passionate, lustful kiss, and the world around them fades away as they lose themselves in the moment. She pulled away, biting her lip almost in a painfully shy manner.

      - I should go back upstairs. I have to take Sadie to school tomorrow. - she cleared her throat, wiping her cheeks as if she could wipe the heat of her cheeks.

      - Of course. - Bucky moved away as she got up from the couch. - Hey, I can take her if you want to sleep. It's fine, I can go to the office later.

      - It's fine, it's my job. Uh ... good night, Sergeant.

She ran up the stairs like an embarrassed school girl, almost tripping on the bottom of her pyjama trousers, and rushed into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. What was she doing? She couldn't make out with her boss, that went against her contract ... I mean, it wasn't like there was a clause stipulating she couldn't make out with Bucky yet it was still highly unprofessional. He was her boss, her very attractive, tall and rugged handsome boss ... but her boss. Her boss who was sometimes unprofessional himself, he had even inserted himself into the Christopher situation. Still, she was a professional and a professional doesn't make out with her boss.

She laid down in bed with a huff, staring at the lights in the ceiling of her bedroom. Did Bucky had the same lights in his ceiling? He probably did, this was his house after all. The same house she was living in for free, the same house of the man who paid her a really good salary.

      - Y/N? - a knock on her door interrupted her mind's rambling. She got up and opened to see Bucky staring at his feet. - I wanted to apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable, it was unprofessional on my part.

      - No, no, it's my fault too, I mean ... I kissed you back. - she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

      - Please don't apologise, I should've known better but it's damn good scotch, which isn't really an excuse. - he started rambling himself, looking at her like a high schooler would look a girl he really wanted to take on a date. It was cute. - Maybe we shouldn't drink more scotch.

      - Yeah, you're probably right.

He shrugged playfully before turning to go to back to his bedroom before he could do anything else he would regret, however, Y/N was still very much considering whether she should do something that she could regret tomorrow.

      - Sergeant Barnes? - she called after him, almost in a faint whisper so his daughter wouldn't wake up. - Are you gonna ask me out?

      - Excuse me?

      - You said you loved me. Are you gonna ask me out?

      - Do you want me to ask you out? - he smirked, crossing his arms.

      - I'm not gonna answer that question. - she met him in the middle with an equal smirk. - I wasn't the one who said I love you.

      - Yeah but I wasn't the one asking the boss to ask her out.

      - Ask me out, Barnes.

      - Is that an order?

Bucky was close, close enough she could see the smile lines resulting from and she couldn't help herself, she didn't want to help herself. She kissed him, her hand placed on the back of his neck as they kissed. It wasn't soft or sensual, it was needy, as if they would cease to exist. She pulled him towards her bedroom, her hands grabbing at his jumper to pull it over his head. She had heard he was very well built and she had caught glances of him shirtless before but seeing it so up close, every defined muscle, the texture of his skin made her want to scold herself for not having looked harder the other times.

      - I don't think I've been in this bedroom for this long. - he pulled her shirt over her head as he looked around the bedroom. It was her bedroom after all and she wasn't in the mood to usually let him inside to see anything. - Or seen you shirtless this long.

      - Do you ever stop talking? - Bucky smiled and looked at her.

His hands wandered down to her hips and his thumbs lightly brushed over her hips. He pinned her against the door, his leg between hers as he pressed himself closer to her. His lips drew a pattern from behind her ear to her collarbone, his fingers snapping her bra strap against her skin.

      - Do you know how long I've waited for this? - he chuckled as he felt her body close to his, the shape of her breasts pressed against his chests and the sweet nothings of the moans she was trying to keep from escaping. - You've been tempting me since the moment you walked through my door.

He chuckled as she held in a gasp, his body moving closer and closer to her. He turned her around, kissing her hard again and threw her in the body, covering her uncovered body with kisses as he massaged her skin. She felt him slide his hands just a bit further down, kissing and softly bitting her skin. The feelings are overwhelming and the mere foreplay of kissing and massaging is sending shivers down her body. Everything about him was making her go crazy.

      - Bucky, please. - he smiled and he kissed back as he let his fingers move down a just little lower. He leaned in and nuzzled into her more.

His thumb pressed over her clit just over her cotton white underwear, rolling it in small and torturously slow motions making her moan. The fabric moistened under his finger making him smirk as he extended his neck to kiss hers.

      - You're so wet. - he chuckled as he kissed down her legs and to the laced hem of her underwear. - You wanted me just as much as I wanted you.

      - Wait, what are you doing? - she cupped his face, pulling him up.

      - I'm gonna eat you out, baby. What does it look like?

      - I've never had anyone do that to me before so maybe we could skip it?

      - Christopher didn't eat you out? - he chuckled. - No wonder you're so wound up over some over the underwear play. No one is treating you right.

      - You really wanna talk exes?

      - If you let me eat you out, you won't regret it. - he looked at her waiting for her consent. Y/N weighed out the options and the benefits, mostly considering her memories of when Sadie was at her grandmother's and Bucky brought in flavour of the month Samantha and for the whole week Y/N could hear nothing but loud moaning. She wanted the loud moaning as well so she nodded her head.

Bucky grinned like a devil, kissing down her collarbone all the way to the hem of her underwear. His hands slide inside her underwear, pulling it down her legs and throwing it somewhere into the floor. He kissed the side of her knee, the 2 day old stubble of his unshaved beard burning the skin in a very good manner. His kisses continued down her knee to her calf as he placed her legs on his shoulders and lowered down to her heat. Bucky swore in that moment he could happily die in the middle of her legs happily surrounded by her scent. He kissed and bit the inside of her thighs, definitely leaving marks which would make sure she would never forget. His thumbs spread her wide open and his head fully lowered now, his tongue licking a long yet slow strip up to her clit. The sensation was new for sure, it was nothing like what she had ever felt before and as she was learning to adapt to the new feelings his tongue was causing, he starting suckling on her clit, his tongue ever so slightly teasing the top of it. She gasped in a moan, her hands gripping at his hair.

      - Bucky! - she said in between shallow breathes bringing him immense enjoyment that he was causing her. He started eating her out like a starved man, her fluids coating his chin and neck as he went in for another lick before he started to use his fingers. Her nails gripped the sheets.

      - Chris didn't treat you like this? - he came back up biting the side of her knee. - I bet not, which is why you're so wet.

      - Go back. - she almost pouted and Bucky couldn't say no. He went back down and started suckling on her clit while his fingers pumping in and out of her hole. Her fingers tightened around the sheets and on his hair and she started to see black spots in her vision, she attempted to control her breathe but found herself unable to do so as Bucky's mouth and fingers brought her to orgasm.

Her back fully hit the mattress and she stared at the lights in her bedroom with her mouth softly open as her breathes came out softly. Bucky kissed his way up to the corner of her mouth before fully kissing her, his knee rubbing against her core. She whimpered, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.

      - You're good? - he asked, kissing the side of her head.

      - I'm good. - her hands made their way to the top of his sweats, trying to pull them down.

      - Someone's needy. - he grinned as he helped her shake him out of his sweats and underwear. He grabbed her thighs and put her in positions before grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance. He looked into her eyes once more looking for reassurance before he sheathed himself inside her, groaning as he did so. Her legs wrapped around his hips, helping him bottom out as he leaned towards her to kiss her once more. - Can I move, baby?

      - Yes, please.

His hips moved ever so slightly making her moan which was a sign for him to move. His hand held hers and he began to thrust in and out, his balls hitting her bottom as he did. He drowned her moans with a kiss, moving again fast enough to make the headboard hit the wall. The bedroom filled up with their moans and the smell of sex as she reached the her last orgasm of the night. Once Bucky felt her release, he began chasing his own, throwing his head back and groaning. He finished inside of her, ropes of white spilling out from her hole and in the sheets.

He fell to her side and smiled, merely happy to look at the sight of her before the two fell asleep.

(...)

She woke up next morning to the faint chatter and laughter downstairs. She rubbed her eyes, looking at the state of the room. Memories came rushing to her and she couldn't help but slightly smiled as she wrapped herself in her robe and made her way downstairs. Sadie was dressed and was sat at the table eating pancakes while Bucky was nursing a cup of coffee.

      - Daddy did your hair, huh? - she said to Sadie as she reached her, noticing her lobbed ponytail. She took the scrunchie off and started to plaid the hair.

      - Thank you! - she said through the food she was eating.

      - Sleep well? - Bucky asked as he hid a smirk behind his coffee cup.

      - I did, did you? Sore? - she asked as she grabbed a cup of coffee herself. - You look a bit blushed still, Sergeant.

      - Are you busy this afternoon?

      - Depends.

      - Reservations downtown at 7?

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Connect This Space Between

Summary: "PRIME! YOUR SPARKLING IS CURRENTLY OVERCHARGED ON HIGHGRADE IN MY MEDBAY!"

A/N: This takes place a few weeks before the start of my fic Iridescent. But you shouldn't have to read that for this to make sense. In my head Bumblebee is around the equivalent of seventeen here whilst the twins are about nineteen. Also sorry! I am on a hype right now! So I couldn't wait until Sunday to post this! What did you guys think of the new Transformers One trailer? Anyway hope you enjoy! Xxxxxxx

Ao3

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"PRIME!"

Optimus jerked awake at the sound Ratchet's voice shouting over his internal comms, accidently knocking to the floor a pile of datapads that he must've fallen asleep on top of.

"Yes Ratchet?" Optimus said, bending down to place the fallen datapads back onto his desk.

"You're sparkling is currently overcharged on highgrade in my medbay."

Optimus nearly dropped the datapads again in shock.

"Is Bumblebee okay?" He asked, concern for his ward over riding the many questions that statement posed.

"He's as fine as one can be after drinking an entire bottle of the twins' moonshine." Ratchet answered, the familiar cranky tone, reassuring Optimus that the damage was not too serious.

"I am on my way."

As Optimus marched towards the medbay, the questions previously overridden, now sprung to the forefront of his mind.

Why would Bumblebee be drinking? How did he gets his servos on the twin's secret stash? And what would possess him to drink enough of it to end up in Ratchet's medbay?

It didn't make sense to Optimus that the newspark that he had found in the ruins of The Well could be drinking.

Although he guessed that he shouldn't be too surprised considering that Bumblebee was due to get his final upgrades in a couple of weeks. Optimus supposed that it was only natural that Bumblebee would get curios about such things.

Outside the medbay, Prowl was currently reading Sideswipe and Sunstreaker the riot act, listing off all of their current offences which included but not limited too; indecent behaviour, production of moonshine and serving said moonshine to an underage mechling. The twins faces paled under the scrutiny, whether that was from their own over indulgent high grade consumption or from their dawning realisation of how much trouble they were in, Optimus was unsure. He suspected that most likely, it was a mixture of both.

Inside, Bumblebee appeared the picture of misery. He was hunched over the edge of a berth with his doorwings drooped and his head in a bucket.

His eyes widened in panic when he spotted Optimus standing the doorway.

He opened his mouth, probably to protest that he hadn't been caught drinking when he was cut off by his own spew, regurgitating into the bucket.

Optimus hurried across the medbay to his side. No matter the circumstances, the Prime hated seeing his sparkling in pain.

He rubbed the space between Bumblebee doorwings like he had when he was little until eventually the young bot had finished emptying his energon tank.

Ratchet switched the now full bucket for an empty one.

"Am I dying?" Bumblebee slurred.

Ratchet snorted.

"You're going to wish you are when you're sober enough for me to give you my dangers of underage drinking lecture!"

Optimus thought that was a bit ironic coming from the mech who's nickname growing up had been The Party Ambulance. But since Optimus preferred not having a wrench thrown at his head, he tactfully decided not to mention that.

"I'm sorry." Bumblebee mumbled, sounding so dejected that regardless of the splashes of energon now staining the bot's front Optimus couldn't help but put his arm around him.

For the first time in months Bumblebee didn't shrug him off, instead leaning into his touch. Over the past few years as his sparkling came ever closer to adulthood, Bumblebee had sought comfort from his guardian less and less. Even if the only reason Bumblebee was permitting it was due to his lessoned inhibitions, Optimus felt his spark warm.

"I should hope that this experience has been enough of a lesson for you to learn from without the lecture." Optimus said.

Bumblebee nodded, nuzzling against his shoulder.

Growing up in a war, Bumblebee's childhood had been anything but traditional. He'd never had the chance to go to just school or the cinema or the park. Until recently he'd never even met any cybertronians his own age before.

No, instead Bumblebee's childhood had been a serious of safe houses and self defence lessons.

In a strange way, Optimus was glad that Bumblebee was getting in trouble for normal mechling things for once. Not that he was going to tell Bumblebee that.

At least Bumblebee's first fore into high grade hadn't ended with him throwing up on Alpha Trion's prized organic scroll collection.

"Drink this." Ratchet ordered, interrupting Optimus's thoughts as he thrust a glowing purple liquid under Bumblebee's nose.

Bumblebee looked nauseous again at the idea of anything more to drink, but under Ratchet's glare reluctantly took a sip.

"Good now you shouldn't have to waste any more of my time again tomorrow morning because of a hangover."

Optimus fought the urge not to show his smile. As despite Ratchet's gruff words, he knew that the medic's actions showed the not so secret soft spot Ratchet had for the sparking. Because if it had been anyone else in this position, they would've been thrown straight to the brig to sober up the hard way.

"Now, Prime can walk you back to your room so you don't end up in any more trouble." Ratchet stated as he started to clean up.

"I'm okay." Bumblebee protested.

"Oh really?" Ratchet drawled. "Walk in a straight line for me."

Bumblebee pushed the bucket aside as he stood up on his unsteady feet. He didn't even make it one step before nearly faceplanting the floor. Luckily, Optimus managed to catch him by his scruff bar before he could do any more damage to himself.

Even in his drunken state, Bumblebee must've known that resistance would he futile as he didn't put up anymore fight when Optimus scooped him up.

Gone were the days when Optimus could lift Bumblebee with only the palm of his hand. But even on the edge of adulthood, Bumblebee was still a small bot. Optimus cradled him close, arms securing the bot's legs and back, allowing Bumblebee to rest his against his shoulder. Optimus easily carried the mech to his quarters.

Once there, he gently placed Bumblebee down on the berth, tucking the blanket of tarp under the mechling's chin.

As Ratchet's potion kicked in and Bumblebee drifted off, Optimus glanced around the room that was the closest place the young bot had ever had to a home. On shelves sat scavenged action figures from shows he'd never watched, attached upon the painted walls that showed sights he would never see. And by his bed, a set of twins knives that Optimus had tried to talk Jazz out of giving to him.

Because as much as Optimus wished that he could, he would not be able to protect the former sparkling from the horrors of the world. Something that even without a war, would still ring true. One way or another, Bumblebee was always going to grow up.

With a new sense of acceptance, Optimus was about to leave he heard a quiet voice mumble;

"Love you sire."

Optimus smiled, walked back across the room to place a kiss on the helm of his sleeping sparkling.

"I love you too."

[bonny-kookoo]

head empty just seven days yoongi and his proposition. mother please tell us what was oc's reaction and how did their first time went? 😭

A/N: Honestly this is kind of just a very long steamy-fluff scene..

True to his word, he's been showing his actual genuine interest in you in many ways up until now. It's been almost two months of knowing him, and since then, he's not only visit you in your home, but he's also invited you into his, and his studio, where he spends most of his time according to him.

Yoongi has noticed the way you.. try and hold back from him. Whenever he reaches out to you, you seem to get excited and you begin to ramble on and on and on, and he could honestly listen forever- but you never reach out first. You never ask anything of him. You never request for anything.

You just try and follow orders, because without a path pre-determined for you, you're absolutely lost in where to go, it feels like.

Decisions puts pressure on you. Pressure makes you uncomfortable. And what makes you uncomfortable, you try and avoid or escape from, he's realized.

Though, he has been able to coax out some of your secret desires out of you, by asking just the right questions and steering conversations towards a mood that makes you open up to him. It's not an easy task- and he's been piecing together as to why step by step, but he's willing to make that effort.

Because every little thing he discovers about you, every memory he makes connected to you, every second he spends with you, makes him want more. It makes him greedy.

He wants to know. He wants to have you. He wants to touch you.

And most of all- he wants you to want him. Seek him out. Rely on him.

Trust him.

"You've been working overtime." He notices, and you nod, sitting down on his couch, clearly exhausted. He knows your job can be quite mentally challenging and most of all draining- but he admires your strong work ethic. He also admires how you know your strengths and limits- you don't need to be told to take it slow, or take care of yourself.

You can do that all on your own.

Because you've learned to do that on your own- since no one else ever did that for you.

"You wanna come to me?" He asks, turning around on his office chair, arms open, relaxed, inviting. You look at him, and he knows how uncomfortable choices like these make you. "I'd like to hold you." He eases the pressure of the question on you a little, by giving you the underlying cause of him presenting it.

And it works, because you set away your phone, and walk towards him to somewhat stand in front of him- unsure. So he instead holds your hands, leads you to sit on his lap, chair squeaking a bit under the added weight, before he positions your arms around him, his own wrapping around your body as well.

He's controlling the hug- positioning you how he wants, but it's clear that he does it with your needs and hinted wants in mind. It makes you take in a deep breath, a sigh escaping you as you let yourself relax, head against his shoulder.

You've not hugged someone like this.. ever.

You've not been hugged like this ever either.

"I've really come to like you." He offers you, chuckling a little. "I guess now is the best moment to say that." He tells you.

"I really like you, too." You agree, all tension having left your body.

"That's good to hear." He hums, leaning back a little further, relaxing as well. The weight of your body feels good against his own, like something holding him down and grounded. It offers him comfort he hasn't felt in a while- and he didn't lie when he told you he's been growing to like you quite a bit over the course of barely a few days over two months.

And he also has to admit that he's noticed how physically attractive you are to him as well.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, voice lowly purring underneath where your ear is resting against his body, and your eyes open again, focus returning. "You don't have to move at all. I'd just like to know if you're okay with that." He asks.

"But.. how're you gonna kiss me if I don't move?" You ask, almost careful as to not ruin the quietness of the room you're both in right now, and he chuckles without any voice.

"You want me to show you?" He asks, a slight playfulness in his tone, and your curiosity gets the best of you, as you nod.

And then one of his hands moves your hair out of the way, before his lips press a kiss to your neck. "Just like this." He almost whispers, and your entire skin is shuddering at the feeling of his affection on your skin, your hands holding onto the back of his shirt, as if to quietly urge him to continue with whatever he's doing. He notices that- because of course he does.

It's something you've come to learn about Yoongi. He's extremely observant.

"Let me help you relax." He offers, and you're not sure what he's referring to, when he helps one of your legs in between his, so that you're now sitting on one of his thighs only, hands still clinging onto him. You know what this is leading to.

You've talked about this before, after all.

'let's do a simple exchange.' he'd told you. 'Your efforts for my affection.' he'd proposed. 'I'll take the decisions off your shoulders- and you'll just be honest with me.'

At the time, you didn't really understand what he wanted. What the hell would even be in it for him. And then he had explained his rather unconventual way of intimacy to you- and it had, surprisingly enough, intrigued you more than it intimidated you.

Yoongi finds pleasure in acts of service. He finds comfort in things he knows will always go according to plan. He relaxes in the things that he knows he can control.

Meanwhile, you don't want to control anything, because control always comes with responsibility. Responsibility carries potential blame for failure. And failure-

you've failed way too much in the past. You've been called a failure way too often in the past. You don't want any of it anymore.

And Yoongi? He offers this shift of control to you. And he doesn't feel or seem like a person to abuse this control for nothing. If anything, the way he speaks to you, the way he treats you, holds a certain sense of honesty in it that grants you a sense of security in his words and actions.

He makes you trust him. And only time will tell if that trust is placed well, or if it isn't.

But for now, you just let yourself feel the rush of letting go- of giving yourself into his hands, of letting him play your body just like he deems fit for the moment. For once, you decide to be selfish, and let yourself have this moment of tranquility and euphoria.

For the first time, you give into what you want-

and what you want, is him.

[syoddeye]

feel free to ignore this one-

i have been a big fan of fanfiction for a while and recently got into cod. and ive noticed a lot of poetic writers tend to head down the noncon/ddne territory, and i guess it’s always a conflict for me?

cus it’s beautiful, but always so fucking sickening. nasty stuff for sure. and being one of my favorite authors, i guess im asking if you believe the writing is supposed to justify it? romaticize it- instead of condemning? maybe it slips past me but im always unsure if the writing is supposed to be seen as strictly art that divulges into the depths of a dark mind and a bad man- or it’s indulging in a fantasy.

im breaking from my comfortable shell from the ‘white picket fence happy ending cute tale’ fanfiction and actually really enjoying reading dark fics because good ones do such a wonderful job at toeing the ‘this is so beautiful but I feel like vomiting’ line- but in the back of my mind i wonder if it’s supposed to be read in a positive light- like the assaulter is…good?

im a bit new to it all which is why I guess there’s a shred of shame in it, because I don’t like the actions in ddne. they’re unsettling, gross (unfeminist? unsure) - but the writing is often times why i have to finish them because it’s jus so beautiful, pulls you in. your guts are all shriveled but your mind is wide awake and your mouth is wide open like you’re trying to swallow the poetry whole (not to be dramatic).

have you ever felt this? or am i jus like. vanilla.

hey friend, thanks for your patience on this.

i know you’ve already reached back out and i’m glad the links shared here helped. i’m gonna respond to both asks here because i don’t want to break your anonymity without your consent.

i’m also disabling reblogs. everything below this is my opinion and experiences. other folks will obviously feel differently. (if any of my smart and talented friends want to chime in or correct me, please do.)

first, i respect and appreciate your openness. you are kind and your thoughtfulness shines through both messages. feeling conflicted about complicated and difficult topics is normal. not to get all woo-ey off the bat, but we’re human beings. this is our first time planetside and all that. it’s important to cut yourself some slack. this post is generally how i see it:

“the human brain is weird. sex fantasies ≠ actual desires. if you ask yourself, “would i want to act out this thing in real life” and the answer is “fuck no,” then you’re fine. shipping is also not an indicator of what you would condone in real life. you are not secretly a monster. you are a human being. human beings are complicated.”

you ask: [do] you believe the writing is supposed to justify it? romanticize it- instead of condemning?

no, and this is where i think the posts i shared help. i do not believe dead dove or dark fic justifies sexual assault and rape, in the same way i do not believe games or horror films make people violent.

you also share:

“maybe it slips past me but im always unsure if the writing is supposed to be seen as strictly art that divulges into the depths of a dark mind and a bad man- or it’s indulging in a fantasy.” “in the back of my mind i wonder if it’s supposed to be read in a positive light”

this just tells me you’re engaging with fiction in a normal way. it’s normal to process how a story affects you. when reading fiction that depicts the disgusting, there’s a chance you feel disgusted. you remind me of how i felt when i first started reading dark fic. i had to unpack and grapple with years of being told any sexual fantasy that wasn’t heterosexual + monogamous + only explored after marriage was a one-way ticket to superhell and made me an awful person. surprise, it doesn't!

again, i’ll echo my first reply in case anyone needs to see it again: content warnings and tags aside, if readers hit an unexpected limit/boundary/landmine in a fic that they know will adversely impact or trigger them, they need to exit immediately. disengaging from fanfic is a reader’s responsibility. no one is forcing anyone to read fanfic, and no one should feel like they have to finish fanfic because it’s beautifully written, at the expense of their well-being. 

(to note, because i don’t want folks to think i’m ignoring it, but i’m not going to wade into what’s feminist or not when it comes to fiction. i think that’s a whole other discussion and i’m not in the headspace to engage.)

(another note, semi-related - something that continually frustrates me in the broader discussion of dead dove and dark fanfic is the pressure for victims to share personal information to justify their opinion, no matter where it falls. while i do share some stuff about my personal life, i do have limits. i’ve been asked point blank in my ask box and ao3 comments if i’ve ever been sexually assaulted, because some folks feel entitled to that information to ‘justify’ my writing about it. people can and will make their assumptions, but i will never divulge that info here, on tumblr.com, of all places. that’s a hard line for me.)

to your second message, i am sincerely happy that those links helped. it really boils down to ‘it doesn’t equal your actual desires’. you said it was a huge relief to see that, and it is! again! i felt a galaxy brain moment when i stopped hating myself for liking darkfic. reading/writing dark fic isn't an endorsement.

and and and not to sound like your grandpapa out on the porch, but now that i know your age—you are young. do not beat yourself up for learning or not knowing your limits just yet. i am in my 30s and learning shit about myself all the time. i’ll be 60 and having lightbulb moments reading fanfic.

okay. i think i’ve yapped enough. linking to early’s post again because it’s so, so good.

[boredandwiredkitty]

Listening to old favorite songs and getting some inspiration to write again.

For the longest time ever and and still a bit now I've been into omegaverse. Found some of my favorite kinks from it. Im a little ashamed to admit. I always wanted to incorporate it into some of my own fics and have made a few but I have yet to publish any of them. Maybe I will after this one.

I also highly recommend listening to the song as you read my little drabble. You don't have to but it might help you see the headspace I went in while writing. I really wanted to explore a bit more of the feral side of wheeljack. What if you both tried to deny what you both wanted. That push and pull. It all began as one scene in my head and the song morphed it into the whole fic that you see.

This is part one since I accidentally made it too damn long of a two part story

As always Minors DNI! This is a 18+ rated fic with NSFW! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This fic does contain most omegaverse themes so if you're adverse to that this might not be for you.

Reader is AFAB if you're wondering.

Heavy panting and heavy footfalls were the only things you could hear over your pounding spark.

Stuck again in the same dream that you get time to time. You were always running. You weren't quite sure why. Was it to something? Was it from something? Was it both? Only the pull in your chest urged you forward. Unsure if it was fear or inclination.

Just as you were about to stop and turn to see if something was behind you the rug was pulled from under you. Abruptly feeling the sensation of falling.

You awoke with a jolt. Clutching the bed underneath you confirming your stability. You were not falling nor needing to run. Everything's fine.

Sort of.

You only got that dream periodically. Right around every time your body goes through a particular change.

The limiters were off and all hell was about to break loose.

As familiar symptoms began to creep throughout your frame trepidation mixed with it.

You couldn't calm your rapid spark as your internal temp was faintly yet steadily rising. The damn dream was always a warning. A premonition of sorts.

"Please dont" You murmured to yourself. Though it was futile. You didn't know how to stop it once it was set in motion. Especially without outside help.

But who were you going to ask? With such sensitive information no less? Was there anyone you trusted enough to ask for help from? Let alone even know HOW to help you?

It was the early hours of morning before the world seemed to wake up. Dawn had yet to break over the horizon. It wasn't much time but just enough to either find help or put enough distance between yourself and a certain other.

You weakly swung your legs over the side of the bed. Becoming even more aware of your incoming heat. You even wondered if it was coming too fast.

Did shockwave have something to do with this?

The first couple of times this happened was back in shockwaves lab. Every time you started showing noticeable signs he would quickly administer some sort of drug and it would seem to vanish without a trace.

The first time it happened you were obviously concerned and immediately went to the scientist with complaints of your new alarming symptoms. The uncomfortable warmth paired with mental fog and a strange urge that burned through your body. The urge to go looking for someone so strong it overpowered everything else. You didn't know who or what but you felt like you had to find what your body needed so desperately. A feeling like you absolutely depended on it for survival.

The unconcerned tank mech only stared at you in response with his one glaring red optic when you approached him that day. Only to turn silently and cluncked to a place in the lab to began working on something. Not bothering to utter a single word to you. Not too long after he arrived with a needle loaded up what you guessed was more energon mixed with something else due to its ever so slight opaqueness.

You squirmed and questioned how he couldn't just make it into something you could drink.

"This is more effective. Injecting it directly into your bloodstream will nullify your heat immediately."

"Heat?" You asked him incredulously as he pushed the plunger carefully.

"Yes. It seems are you are beginning your first heat cycle. No matter, I have made a temporary cure for your cycle and you shall be back to normal operation in a moment."

You winced as the fluid entered your body. You hated the invasive cold feeling of liquid forcefully entering your veins. "Will it be gone permanently?"

"No. It will only prevent symptoms this cycle. Do not worry. Your systems are still functional. You just are no longer under the affects."

"Great to hear." You stated sarcastically as he moved away to go back to his current project. He was looking at a strand of CNA next to a strand of human DNA. Probably another part of your cyberformation project.

After that every heat you had; depending on how quickly your symptoms set in; he would either give you the injection or a ingestable variation. You hated the injections but you had to admit it was much nicer that relief was almost instant. The medicine would take much longer and sometimes waiting for the symptoms to dissappear was unbearable. You would not let yourself drop to degrading levels around the emotionless logic fueled scientist. You would rather die before it got to that point.

Now you sat up in the darkness of your room back at autobot headquarters. Without shockwave or any medication to get through this.

You wanted to ask ratchet for help but you didn't know if he had anything to help you or even knew how to make it. Given your circumstances it was probably only shockwave that knew.

Ratchet knew of your technorganic body but he was still learning of all its ins and outs. It was only fairly recently that you showed him shockwaves handiwork. You were patient as he would carefully examine you and run different tests to see the extent of the cyberformation. But you doubted if he knew anything about your current predicament.

You stiffly got up. There's no harm at trying.

You walked out in the dimness of the base and found the medic looking over some files.

"Hey ratchet." You quietly called out to him careful not to startle the poor older mech.

His helm quickly turned to you noticing your weary looking frame. "What are you doing up?"

You suddenly felt bashful. "I um." You squirmed under his worried gaze. "I'm getting my heat cycle. And I'm hoping you could help me."

The flush over his face made you realize you should've been more clear. "I do not think I would be the right mech for such a task. Why don't you ask w-" He began before you cut him off from saying his name.

"Nonono! That's not what I'm saying. Can you give me some medicine to alleviate the symptoms?!" You exclaimed while waving your arms frantically in front of you.

"You want me to make a medicine?" He queried.

"Yes. That's what I meant," You confirmed back.

Ratchet stood there in deep thought for a moment. Murmuring to himself before looking back up at you.

"I'd hate to ask but what would shockwave do when this would happen? Or is this the first time?"

You shook your head. "Shockwave had different remedies. Sometimes it was an injection. Sometimes it was a medicine that I would drink. It depended on how bad the symptoms were." You told him truthfully. Hopeful he would find something.

"What exactly are your symptoms?"

Your eyes darkened. What a unpleasant question.

While you spent your time here you noticed something you never would've back at the lab. Something you would only have realized once EXPOSED to it.

The mech that plagued you. That you were injected with their energon. Repeatedly. Invading your veins to begin the cyberforming process. Their biomatter mixed with yours. How your body called out to theirs as if they were a homing beacon. You were a moth and they were the flame.

You took a deep breath. Attempting to calm your fretful spark. Trying to figure out how to tell him. "I start to feel a bit feverish." You began and ratchet nodded at you in acknowledgement. Silently urging you to keep going. "I get mental fog. My body feels a bit weaker than usual," You continued. Watching as ratchet was listening intently to every word you said.

Ratchet gazed at you probingly as you stopped listing anything else. "Is that all? Are you sure you're not having any other symptoms than that? Because if that were the case it could be something else besides a heat cycle."

You scowled. "No" you grumbled. Feeling defeated at confessing this out loud.

You raised your head to look ratchet better in the optics. "I get the most desperate and embarrassing URGE for a certain autobot."

You watched his optics widen a bit. "Who is it?"

You bit your lip as you felt a sudden tug in your spark. "Who do you think?" You snapped defensively.

Ratchet nodded in understanding. "I'll see what I can do but I cannot guarantee that I will have anything ready by the time you fully get your heat. In that case what do you want me to do?" His voice was professional. Like any medical practitioner.

"Send me away." You quickly spoke with a sweep of your arm. "Just get me out of here before something happens! I don't care where. Hell, inject me with whatever concoction you come up with! Anything to stop this heat from happening! I'll even drink the nastiest medicine you make!"

Ratchet jolted back aghast. "Are you sure that's what you want? Do you not want to try anything else?"

You nodded solemnly, "What other choice do I have? I don't want to inflict my heat on anyone else."

"Has it affected anyone before?"

You wrinkled your nose in thought. "Not that I'm aware. It never really seemed to bother shockwave. But that mech is rather stoic so it's hard to tell. Maybe the vehicons if I'm further in my heat but I'm usually isolated from most others."

Ratchet turned to start typing on his console. "That could either be because either you don't produce pheromones to attract other bots or.." He trailed off as he typed. Then looking over at the exit of the hangar. "That you affect only ONE mech. Given your symptoms that you described."

You choked on your spit and deadpanned. Currently the said mech was out on a mission. But when they come back what will happen? Will he be unaffected or completely taken over and forced into rut? Was that something you wanted to take chances on? It was getting harder to tell as clouded thoughts started to flit through your mind. Maybe it would be interesting to see if he would react. But what then?...

"If you wish to stay somewhere else after they get back I'll be sure to move you before letting them return to base."

You nodded politely. "That would be preferable thank you."

With that ratchet extended a servo to which you climbed on as he took you to his medical work station.

You tried not to put up much of a fuss as he did various scans. Typing different things on his monitor.

"Will you be adverse to me taking an energon sample?" He asked gently.

You made a face. You hated injections and getting fluids drawn. "I'd prefer if you didnt." You grumbled honestly.

"Unfortunately it would be much harder to get an accurate suppressant made if I don't get all the information that is stored in your genetic makeup."

You grimaced. Aka he needed your blood. If he didn't have it it would be as useful as taking a shot in the dark. You really wanted to avoid needles as much as possible though.

Ratchet sensed your unease. Being shockwaves captive is no joke. He didn't want to think about what that mech put you through. "Don't worry. I'll apply the techniques that nurse Darby taught me in case I ever had to help with the kids."

He then activated his holoform and brought out a small kit for drawing blood. "I'll try to make this as painless as possible."

You tried to be still and not fight ratchet so much but you couldn't help but flinch away when he brought the needle close to your arm.

"Why don't I turn on the TV so you have something to distract yourself." He asked you gently while moving the needle away.

You tried to sit up straighter. "I don't know. I'm not used to having a distraction. I don't know if it will work."

"Here." Ratchet then removed his holoform and picked you up. Placing you on the couch and turned on the TV. Setting it to a low enough volume. "Do you want to talk about anything?"

You now we're settled next to ratchets holoform again as you faced the TV on the couch they had for the kids. Some early morning cartoons were playing that you remember seeing as a kid and felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. A sense of familiarity as you stared at the screen.

"It's kinda hard to find anything to talk about anything right now." You gave a light chuckle. "The brain fog is slowly taking over." You confessed still focused on the TV.

"Is it bad?" He asked as he carefully pierced your skin with the needle and watched you wince.

You shook your head. "Not that bad yet. But I bet it's only going to get worse."

"Probably." Ratchet agreed as he continued focusing on drawing your energon mixed blood. "But I will do my best to prevent it."

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

"You're very welcome." He told you with a smile. "How are you feeling besides the heat? Any issues with the cyberforming?"

"None that I'm aware." You stated. Glancing over to look at him for a moment. Doing your best to not look down at what was happening with your arm.

"Well while I have a sample I'll be running some tests to make sure everything is doing alright. I'll probably have June look over at your panels as well."

"Sounds good" You told him. Noticing how he was already moving to stand up. "Done already?" You asked incredulously.

"Yep. Already got enough samples for testing. You're good to go."

Samples? As in plural? You looked down at your arm and saw a little bandaid, then to his hand where he held five vials of your mixed blood.

"No way!" You whispered in astonishment. Reaching out to hold one of the warm vials in your hand. "This is so trippy." You laughed as you lifted it up to examine it closer. Trying to use the light from the TV to see through the vial.

"Wasn't too bad was it?" Ratchet asked as you handed him back the vial.

"No you did good. But I wonder if me going into heat is particularly to blame. I think I'm starting to go mentally numb to my surroundings."

"I'm going to go start running the tests. You can sit here for now. Let me know if the symptoms get worse or if you need anything."

You nodded and watched as he left. You couldn't help but wonder why you didn't feel anything with anyone else. There was no pull. No longing. No lust. Nothing. Which you were thankful for. But you felt nervous how bad it would get with HIM in proximity while you were going into heat. His lingering scent was already making you feel the warmth between your legs.

"Maybe I will ask smokescreen to take me out somewhere to keep me out of the base." You mumbled to yourself. He was a good and trusted friend. With that thought and uncomfortable feeling coiled in your gut. Like the thought of being alone with someone else repulsed you. Which made no sense since you were fine being alone with ratchet. Maybe because the scenario is different?

You couldn't make heads or tails of it. It was getting harder to think deeply. So you just relaxed as you started to watch the next show that played. Numbing your mind to everything but the screen infront of you.

As you went through different episodes the more you felt the warmth radiating from your body. Did your spark always sound this loud? What were you doing again?

You moved to stand up but then remembered you were waiting on ratchet. How much longer till he would be done? How long do normal cybertronian heats last? How long does it usually take for symptoms to get bad?

You were about to call out to him to ask when you realized he had already been calling your name.

You blinked at him. "Um, yes?" You asked stupidly.

"They are requesting to return to base. Do you want to go somewhere real quick?"

Your mind lagged. Go?... Go where? Where will you go? Making a decision felt difficult.

Your mouth fell open but no words came to mind. "I dont....." you trailed off. You couldn't think. All you could think about was how uncomfortable you felt and how your clothes felt too warm. You wanted to cool off. A cold shower sounded nice right now.

"Shower" You told him.

Ratchet looked at you incredulously. "What?.. nevermind," Ratchet sighed shaking his helm. it seemed your heat was coming on faster than expected. It was only a matter of time before you would be incoherent. He needed to find somewhere for you to stay in the meantime. but housing a technorganic in heat would be no easy feat. Considering this would be your first time fully going into heat. Who knows how your body would handle it. He wanted to keep you close by to check on you. Since it was obvious you weren't producing any pheromones that affected him. He was your physician and he wanted to help in any way he could.

He quickly picked you up and activated the ground bridge. Rushing you out to the barracks to get washed up. Maybe a hygiene ritual will help cool your symptoms. Even if for a bit. At the very least it would dampen the intensity of your pheromones for short amount of time.

He set you down. "Let me know if you need anything else. I will have Fowler be helping you." And with that he swiftly dissapeared back to the hangar.

You blinked as you just staired at the direction he went. Your mind trying to keep up. What just happened?

You shook your head and slapped your cheeks. Trying to regain your senses.

Shower. You were here to shower.

You went inside and found a stall. Pulling the curtain you stripped your clothes and hung them on the divider wall. Maybe a shower will help. You could only wish silently to yourself as you turned the knob.

Back at base ratchet arrived as everyone was stepping through the bridge. First Magnus strutted in. Looking completely unaffected followed by smokescreen who also seemed completely unaware of any potential pheromones in the air. Leaving ratchet to muse that maybe his hypothesis was right.

It was when wheeljack walked through he staggered. Seeming to be completely thrown off the moment he entered the base. With bulkhead looking over at him concerned.

"Whoa Jackie. You alright?"

The white wrecker blinked in a daze before coming to his senses. "Yeah. I'm alright."

Ratchet could only hum in thought. So he WAS right. You could only affect wheeljack. So all he had to do was keep you both separated. Since that seemed to be your wish.

Wheeljack spotted the medic seeming to be in deep though and walked over. "Whatcha working on?" He couldn't help but notice the closer he got the stronger the smell. Was it ratchet? He had to wonder and find out for himself.

"I'm just going over (name)'s charts."

He looked at the screen to see a strand of CNA mixed with DNA along with another strand of CNA next to it. "Is something wrong?" He couldn't hide the worry in his voice.

"No nothings wrong per se. Just looking over some things for her since she asked." Ratchet stated while typing on the screen before turning to the wrecker. "Why? Is something the matter?"

Wheeljack looked caught off guard again. "Nah its just..." He paused for a brief moment. Thinking of what to say. "It's nothing. Just wondering." He then looked around. "Is (name) around?"

"She just went out. She will be back later." He stated and turned back to his work. The faster he can make the suppressant the faster your symptoms will dissappear. As well as your pheromones.

Ratchet didn't even realize wheeljack was halfway out the door before he frantically called back to him. "And where do you think you're going?!"

"Just out for a moment. I'll be back." He stated without turning around. Causing poor ratchet to bristle over his flippant retort.

"I need you to stay here for the time being. The others may require backup." Ratchet snipped

"Awe c'mon doc. I just got here. Don't tell me you're going to send me out again." He complained loudly. He was desperate to see if you were the source of those enticing pheromones.

"I just might now get back here!" The medic snapped at the white mech. "And stop calling me doc!"

You were standing there just letting the water drum over you. The coolness seeping into your skin. The running water helped with the uncomfortable warmth you felt but it didn't help the thick fog your mind was swimming through or the absolute urge to go looking for the mech that your body was calling out for.

You rested your head against the cool tiles of the stall. You wanted these symptoms to go away. If only you were back at shockwaves lab. He would administer the shot without a second thought. You should've grabbed some medicine before you escaped. You figured if the scientist felt emotions he would be laughing at your predicament right now. Or maybe. This is exactly what he wanted. But why?

Subconsciously your hand had found itself between your legs. Fingers sliding inside the place that ached as your mind wondered to your wrecker. Your fingers didn't offer much but the thoughts of it being him helped. A stifled moan caught in your throat when you heard a sound outside and decided you were in there long enough. It not like you weren't in the desert right now or anything and that water was not usually something of abundance. Nor should you be entertaining such dangerous ideas.

You lamented on how the coolness quickly left your body and struggled to dry off and redress.

You left the showers to find Fowler waiting for you. "Ratchet informed me you weren't feeling right and had me look over you for the time being. Is there anything you need?"

"Something cool. Or maybe a nap." Or maybe a third that shall not be mentioned.

"Would you like me or one of the bots to take you into town to get some ice cream then?

Your eyes lit up for a second as a certain wrecker crossed your mind before you quickly dismissed that thought.

"I'm not sure." You told him truthfully.

You didn't know what you wanted. Nothing sounded appealing to you. All except for the carnal urge to find the white lancia and make him yours. To sink your teeth into him. Intertwine your body with his. To feel his spark beat against yours. But such an intimately deep and primal urge scared you. You were scared of the unknowns. You were still intigrating yourself into team prime. Slowly becoming comfortable with everyone around you. Being thrust into a situation like this was alarming.

"I'll just hang out in a different hanger and try to get some rest." You told him. All in all you didn't feel like being around anyone. Well all except one mech. But you weren't ready for that. You were starting to remember him better. Rekindle your close friendship. Such a commitment was not something to take lightly. You would do your best not to give in.

You ended up at an adjacent hangar and the others were polite enough to lend you an office to crash in. They even were kind enough to lend you a pillow. Once you seemed settled in enough on the small couch Fowler left to go back to his own office.

"If you need anything just give me a call." Fowler told you before leaving.

You hummed in acknowledgement and watched him dissappear from the doorway. Closing the door behind himself. Leaving you by yourself with your thoughts all over again.

You wanted to rest. Even with the malaise wearing down your body you wouldn't be able to relax. Not with the desire to seek out relief plaguing your hazed mind. Picking and nagging at you. But you wouldn't be caught dead pleasuring yourself in public like this.

You laid there for what felt like hours. Trying menial mental tests to keep you sane. You feared the moment you slipped up you would lose control. But as time ticked by your mental awareness shrank to next to nothing. Even your short term memory started to fail. It was getting to the point you would get up to leave. Only to stop yourself when you remembered just WHY you placed yourself into quarantine to begin with. Then found yourself pacing as you battled your own body. It felt like chains were constricting your body. Hot, heavy, and extremely uncomfortable. All with that mech on the other end tugging at you to come closer.

You didn't want to be caged up any longer. You've had enough of that back with the decepticons. The air was too stuffy. It was getting harder to breathe. You were sure soon the walls were going to start closing in on you.

You walked out to notice that the hangar was vacant. All military personnel had already left for the most part. How long were you in that office? Was it already night? There's no way. You stepped out and felt unease wash over you. It was uncomfortably quiet. You had gotten used to the hustle and bustle of hangar E. How there was at least one living being in the hangar at all times.

You left the hangar quickly. Not wanting to stay there much longer. The silence was suffocating.

What you weren't expecting was finding yourself wandering mindlessly over to the outside of hangar E. It was dark outside but like usual inside the hangar it was relatively lit. You wanted that familiarity. Something about it was calling you. Or maybe it was your instincts. It was getting harder to tell. You didn't even know what you were doing or why you were even there in the first place. Your self controll must really be slipping now.

You shook your head. You wanted to ask ratchet but thought better than to just waltz right in. You needed to go back before making a mistake. Turning to trudge back to the hangar you found yourself unable to take a single step. You would go back; Only that you had to conveniently forget which one you had actually stayed in.

Fuck.

You wanted to cry in frustration. What were you even doing? Where were you? Why were you still so freaking warm. And where was ratchet with your suppressant. "Just hurry up with the damn suppressant already!" You cried out to no one in particular. Well no one in earshot. At least that's what you thought.

The scent. Oh Primus the scent that started filtering into your nose. It made you feel weaker. it made the heat of desire burn hotter, stronger, heavier. A vice tightening with every vent. Like a starved animal. It clouded everything out of your mind. You turned around and was met with the sight of wheeljack standing just outside hangar E.

Just as you opened your mouth to say something you clamped your hand around it. No! Don't draw him closer. If you do you will lose the very shred of self control you had left.

He spotted you and began to make his way to you.

At first you stumbled towards him. Drunk off of his scent. It coaxing you sweetly while pulling you in. Calling to you. Beconing. Only for you to regain your senses enough to run.

And run you did.

To be continued...

Part two

[freakshowtwopointoh]

I Won't Pretend That I Won't Miss This

Jordan stared at the offer letter like it was their death warrant. Six months ago it had been everything they wanted. But everything changed in six months so why did they have to get this job now? Different parts of themself pulling in different directions, pulling so hard they might actually become two people with the intensity.

UCLA. R&D intern for a Vought subsidiary. Brink had pulled a few strings for them, wrote a killer recommendation, and they wrote a stellar essay. At the time, they were sure they would get the job. This was the first time they hated being right.

The small voice in the back of their head, the golden butterfly of hope, reminded them that they could make it work. That plenty of people managed long distance relationships, and that the internship was only 9 months long. And then they thought about watching Marie walk away from them at the fucking JFK departure lane and the ache in their chest was enough to cause them to shift involuntarily. They thought about how her voice doesn’t sound quite right through the phone. How her eyes don’t shine as bright through a camera lens. And how hard it was to fall asleep without her next to them. 

The louder, darker voice in their head reminded them that she probably wouldn’t want to wait for them anyways. It’s one thing when they live just a few buildings away from each other, but multiple time zones? She would be going to sleep around their dinner time - if they were even out of work. They would be waking up when she was already in classes. When they imagined making their way through the UCLA campus, there was that sickening lurch in their stomach as they realized she wouldn’t be in any crowd. They would be alone again.

And it would be selfish of them to even ask her to wait for them. This is college, and she’s just starting. They’d be limiting her, hurting her, by asking her to put in all that time and effort for them. But if they were truly honest, it was cowardice. They didn’t think they would be able to stomach it if she rejected them. She was truly going places. She had this ease about her, an earnestness to her that drew people to her like the sun. She was a true star - and they were never going to break out of the background.

They didn’t hear Marie come in, but they felt her stand next to them, forcibly unfurling their tightly clenched fist to hold their hand. She didn’t say anything, just stood there holding their hand until they realized tears were falling from their eyes onto the offer letter, which they hadn’t stopped staring at since they opened it. 

“So. What’s our next move?” They had to push her away. She deserves so much more than them. 

“This was fun, Moreau, but I think-”

“Are you serious?” She snapped, cutting them off. “If you think I’d rather lose you than wait nine months, you are actually an idiot.”

“I-” They went to argue with her again, but her eyes made it clear she wasn’t interested in dealing with their shit.

“If you actually want to end things now, go ahead. But I can feel your heart pounding, Jor. And nine months is nothing.”

“You could have a whole ass child during that time.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a half ass child, but I guess it’s possible.” That got a chuckle out of them, in spite of everything. “Stop trying to protect me from yourself, Jordan. You’re not as dangerous as you think you are. I’m not afraid of loving you.”

Afraid? Of loving Marie?

“I’m afraid of losing you, Marie!” They yelled, unsure of what she was accusing them of. Did she think they were afraid of loving her? No. They were afraid of losing her, they were afraid of hurting her, but loving her? That was as easy as breathing. But breathing wasn’t always easy, was it. Like now, the fear corrodes the love until their breath is tangled in their tongue and nothing makes sense anymore. 

“Isn’t that the same thing?” She spits back. They don’t have a response to that. They’re glaring at the letter again, as if that would help anything. Marie breaks the silence again.

“Just... love me anyways.” She said softly. “I’m scared of losing you too, baby. But don’t stop loving me just because you’re afraid of getting hurt.”

Love me anyways. Wasn’t that what true love was? Loving each other even though it might actually kill us. Facing every one of their fears would be worth it if they could be by her side, right? They finally looked at her, finally met the big brown eyes that had made them fall in love in the first place.

“I’m so fucking scared, Marie. Wh-” They were about to launch into the series of what ifs that had been plaguing them all morning when her lips met theirs and everything faded away. Their hand shook slightly as they cupped her face, trying to put as much love and courage and care into the kiss as they could. Because when she was this close to them, when their lips met, it was almost like they had never been afraid of anything in their life. When she pulled away, she met their eyes with a soft smile. “Ok. I love you, Marie. Let’s figure this out.”

So they did. They planned out when Marie would be able to fly out to UCLA. They scheduled weekly video calls. They fell asleep on the phone with Marie every night - her soft breathing becoming their own white noise as they worked into the night. They never stopped looking for her in crowds, even when they knew she wouldn’t be there. So when she surprised them at their big presentation (despite it being a couple weeks before exams) they noticed immediately and nearly cried on stage. But it was the best presentation they’d ever done. 

And when they finally landed back at JFK, ready to start their senior year with Marie by their side, the reunion was sweeter than they could have ever imagined.

[yourpalmickeymouse]

Hey, again Mickey! I looked at your response and I get what you are saying but doesn't explain why it took hours for them to get a criminal off my chimney... Anyway on to my question, I've been seeing the blot the news lately and the thing that caught my attention is that the plans that he makes are so... impossible to solve! How are you able to solve them, are you on the same IQ length, are you two related like he is your secret father and you are his abandoned son in some way but don't know it yet because your family never told you, or are you a wizard, or making stuff with the police for publicity... Thank you and please tell the chief about his police members to STOP GIVING ME TICKETS I've been driving the speed limit omg...

Hiya Asritca,

I'm sorry that happened. I would like to think the Mouseton police were probably tryin' their best. But I guess they aren't as effective as they could be. I'll try to talk to Chief O'Hara about this. I'll also talk to him 'bout the tickets.

As for your question...

...

I honestly have no idea.

I mean when I heard about how He has puzzled law enforcement and government agencies all over the world for so long, I was unsure what would be able to stop him. But yet somehow I did. I honestly have a hard time believin' it. It doesn't feel real.

I dunno if it's anything related to IQ. I mean I guess I've been told that I'm pretty smart. But I dunno if I'm that smart. I did pretty well in school, but I wasn't the valedictorian or anything. I also don't think we're related. My dad is currently in Florida with my mom... Unless if there is something about myself that I don't know about, I doubt that's the case. I think they would've told me something as important as that. Also I'm also not a Wizard and I haven't faked any crimes with the police. I would NEVER do that.

Hm... I guess Minnie has told me that I have a hard time lettin' things go. Sometimes she calls it "Dedication", but she usually calls it "Stubbornness", ha ha. But that might be part of it? I guess? But that doesn't seem right. Now that I think 'bout it, I do feel like when I solve his puzzles or figure out his plans... Well... it kinda feels like they were made just for me. If that makes sense.

I know that sounds real weird. But I guess it does feel like the Phantom Blot and I are on the same wavelength at times. Like he is playin' a song, only I could hear. Like we are speaking a language that only we can understand. Like we are playing a game that only we know the rules to. A game that I can't resist.

I always thought it was silly when books, or shows, or comics or whatever would try to have the hero and their villain have this bond that kinda made 'em obsessed with each other... But I think I get it now... He does kinda feels like the Moriarty to my Sherlock. (Metaphorically speaking, I'm in no way Sherlock). I definitely feel drawn to him in a way I haven't felt before. Like he is my main archenemy and I need to be the one to take him down.

It's definitely a big and terrifying responsibility, but I was raised to step up whenever duty calls.

You can count on me to do everything I can to put him away for good. No matter what it takes.

[kindred-sims]

"Everyone, I have an announcement to make. As of yesterday, I recently accepted a job to teach at a new school this coming Fall, so as it stands, this will be our last term together."

Miss Thompson's words hit Carrie like a ton of bricks, and she could only feel her brain stall the more she tried to process her teacher's announcement.

A new school? Last term?

Miss Thompson was...leaving?

It didn't feel quite right to Carrie and she almost didn't want to believe it. Miss Thompson had been a teacher at the Henford schoolhouse for as long as she could remember, why would she all of a sudden want to up and leave now?

It just didn't make sense.

Following the completion of class that day, Carrie approached her teacher with reserved quietness, hands clasped together tightly.

"Miss Thompson? Could I speak with you for a moment?"

Miss Thompson turned from where she'd been cleaning the blackboard, looking at Carrie with a kind expression.

"Yes, Caroline? Did you need something?"

"Um...well, I suppose I was just wondering," She hesitated, unsure of her words. "Or I don't understand, really. Why are you going to teach at that new school?"

Her question must've caught Miss Thompson off guard, for she could've sworn she'd seen a flash of surprise come over her teacher's eyes.

"Oh! Well, why not?" She responded. "Caroline, make no mistake, I've loved teaching you children all these years. I wouldn't trade my time here for anything else in the world, but, as it stands...sometimes life just gives you new opportunities, and in my experience, I've always done well to take them."

"Oh, I guess I never thought of it like that..."

"But now you will, won't you?" Miss Thompson smiled fondly. "You've got such a bright mind, Caroline, don't limit yourself to such a closed off world. I actually think you'd do well to consider becoming a teacher yourself someday, you certainly have the means and the attitude for it."

Carrie felt her heart swell at the suggestion, recalling her conversation with Genie all those years ago. How she'd once entertained the idea of being like her teacher, including becoming one herself. It'd always just been a passing fancy at the back of her mind, until this exact moment.

Until Miss Thompson had brought it up again. Somehow, hearing her suggest it made her want it all the more.

She brought it up to Genie as they departed from the schoolhouse with the rest of their friends and siblings, practically gushing over the idea.

"Just think of it, Genie!" she exclaimed. "I could teach here at the schoolhouse someday, wouldn't that be glorious?"

"Oh, I'm sure it would! Do you really think you could do it, though?" Genie wondered out loud. "Because you know, I heard Mary Garland talking about taking the teaching exam a while back. She said she had to do an awful lot of studying for it..."

"Oh, studying is nothing! Besides, Miss Thompson seemed certain I could do it," Carrie pointed out. "And I very much want to, maybe more than anything else in the world."

"I don't know if I see the point," Clyde interjected from beside them. "I mean, finishing school just to come back to it and spend your whole life there? Isn't there anything else you'd rather do?"

"Sure there is, but being a teacher doesn't mean I wouldn't get to do them!"

"Of course it doesn't! Oh Clyde, you really must get your head out of the barn," Genie laughed.

"Better than having it in the clouds..." Clyde mumbled, but neither girl really paid attention to him, only excitedly whispering and chattering away their plans for the future.

[yottakitsune]

"Bigger?" Yuki asked in a confused tone. You weren't sure why you had said that. "You wish I was bigger?" Yuki had a knack for making you speak your mind. Even if it was subconscious. You slowly nodded, still unsure why you said that. You were largely on autopilot when you spoke to her. You weren't exactly opposed to her being bigger in several ways, and once you thought about it some it was just sort of natural.

You had always been drawn to bigger girls, and you admitted as much to her. After a little while, you were discussing what about her being bigger you meant. More or less you meant everything; bigger breasts, longer legs, taller, everything.

She still seemed confused, but she didn't seem upset. Instead she looked up to you with those blue eyes you were constantly lost in and she squished her breasts together as she smiled. "I know you think they're small, but you can still have fun with these tonight, right?" She pulled you in for a kiss and the rest of the night was a blur.

Eventually you fell asleep in each other's arms and a dreamless sleep followed. The last thing you remembered was her whispering something into your ear. "I will be much bigger by the time you wake up."

When your eyes fluttered open, Yuki sat on the edge of the bed. "I need to go shopping for a new wardrobe." She folded her arms under her breasts gave a sweet smile. She was taller than you now and you could clearly see her breasts from behind. You flopped out of bed and hurried to see her from the front.

"Everything is so small now." Everything that wasn't her anyways. "I don't know if the stores will have clothes big enough for me..." That statement flooded your mind with thoughts of her destroying bras and bursting buttons trying to squeeze into anything at all. It excited you to imagine. Her smile broadened and she pulled you against her.

Half your torso felt the rapturous softness of her breasts, and then you felt her plump thighs wrap around your waist. That was when you said it. One of her ears twitched, and she looked to you. "You still wish I was bigger?" she repeated. Why did you say that? What possessed you to say such things over and over?

Another deep kiss broke that train of thought, and you were lost in her intoxicating taste. Every one of your senses were close to overloading and she was pushing your body to its limits. You faintly remembered something about granting your every wish, but for all you knew it was a dream.

The next time your eyes took in light, you zeroed in on the beach balls that hung over you like a pair of lustful moons. "Good morning." Yuki's gentle smile put you at ease. "I got some new clothes, but I'm guessing you'd prefer I wore as little of them as possible." You stared up at her speechless. She was as close to perfect as a person could get. She planted her arms to either side of you, hands big enough to hold your head like an apple spread just inches from your head. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. And yet...

"Even bigger?" She had only the faintest bit of concern in her voice, but it disappeared as soon as it arrived. "You still wish I was even bigger?" How many times would you wish that? She slowly lowered until she lay on top of you. She was more than twice your height, and most of your body was covered by the warm, doughy flesh of her breasts. "There is always room for improvement. Shall we see how much better bigger is?"

Another kiss, and you were lost. You don't know for how long. It could have been minutes or days, but you didn't care. When you stumbled out of bed, you needed to be back with her again. You were almost physically addicted to how she made you feel.

"I'm out here!" Yuki called. You ran out to the backyard and bounced off one of her breasts. "We might have to move," she said apologetically. She laid across the small chunk of verdant field that was fenced in to be yours. Every breath caused her breasts to advance two inches closer, but they only retreated a single inch when she exhaled. Each of those heavenly mounds had grown so big she couldn't even reach all the way around one of them, much less both. You were pretty sure everything else had ripened nicely, but you would have to walk a ways to see for sure.

She wobbled forward on her breasts while you stared slack-jawed and picked you up like a small doll. "I was thinking somewhere more open, like Washington or Texas. What do you think?"

"Much bigger?" Yuki repeated. You felt tired after wishing that. Maybe you had Pavloved yourself? She tilted her head in confusion as she looked down on you. "How much bigger is 'much bigger'?" Her eyes glittered at your answer. "Just bigger?" Your world seemed to dim and you could feel the slender fingers that wrapped around you first grow stronger, then grow longer.

Yuki gave you an affectionate lick. Even as your consciousness faded, you could already tell she was growing. You could hear it, too, if the sounds of crushing buildings were any indication. "You'll get whatever you wish for," was the last thing you heard.

When you finally came to, you found yourself on an immense field in the mountains. Looking ahead you could only see Yuki. Mountains lay between you and her and even they were dwarfed by her being barely small rocks by comparison. "Good morning," she sang when she could see you move. "Before you say anything, I need to tell you some things finally."

Your breath caught in your throat. As you stared at the vixen in the distance, you could see a large mountain slowly disappear underneath one of her breasts. And then another. One of her ears twitched and a cloud was scattered. "Your wishes come true. The things you really and truly want come into being. You wished for your perfect girlfriend and here I am. You kept wishing for me to be bigger, and look at me now!"

She began squirming and trying to reach for her breasts. "F-full..." she whined. While she reached for her nipples the crawled further out of her reach. Before your eyes Yuki's breasts swelled even faster. "Y-you wished for... m-milk...?" You were both helpless. Her to do anything about the unreal pressure that filled her, and you to do anything but watch Yuki reach scales you had only dreamed of.

Slowly, dark spots appeared on her lingerie. Then it was like the floodgates had been released. Streams of white cream poured from Yuki and flooded the lands below. You could only stare, and as the wave rapidly approached, you wished this could last forever.

[cloudlessly-light]

Prompt! Em pegging Hotch? yes please…

A/N: This is like the third time someone has asked me this and initially I wasn’t going to do it since I can’t really see Hotch as a bottom, but the more I thought about it I realized that I wanted to do it even if it’s completely new territory for me. I hope you guys like it!

Title: Uncharted territory   Summary: Emily wants to peg Aaron, and he lets her Word Count: 2.5k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, rimming, pegging, dirty talk, top Emily, bottom Aaron

It’s never been hard for Emily to talk to Aaron about what she needs and wants, something that came easy before they fell in love, and even easier after. She knows he feels the same, that the communication between them was seemingly effortless even during the hardest of conversations.

It makes things easy, makes her feel secure in a way she never had before. For the first time she could truly say that she trusted someone with her life and she felt honored that he felt the same.

Their trust also came in handy when trying new things in the bedroom. Aaron had been limited to his experiences before her, had awkwardly told her fantasies that he previously had only kept to himself. Emily loved it, loved that he felt secure enough to bring up what he had always wanted to try but hadn’t felt comfortable enough to voice to Haley or Beth. So they delve into different things, bondage, sensory play, role play and it was a new realm of pleasure.

She wouldn’t say that she was a novice when it came to sex, she had tried almost everything she wanted to try but found that with him, everything was better. He had a thing about control, something she had already figured out. But Aaron Hotchner controlling her pleasure or teasing her to the verge of tears would never not be one of her favorite things. But she still had this itch, something she hadn’t asked him about yet. She knew why, knew that it would be something to work up to and even though he was the least judgmental person she knew, she was worried of his reaction.

She decides one night to just come out and ask him, foregoing any small talk and just ask him as they relax into the couch together.

“Have you ever thought about being fucked in the ass?”

In hindsight she should have waited until he had swallowed the wine in his mouth as he starts coughing and some of the red wine spills from his lips.

“Sorry.” She hands him a napkin and bites her bottom lip, unsure of the way he’s looking at her.

“You really just decided that was something to blurt out huh?” He laughs and she immediately relaxes at his reaction. “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know…” She shrugs as she plays with her cuticles but his warm hand is quick to intertwine with her fingers to keep her from doing any damage. “It’s just something I’ve thought about I guess.”

“About if I’ve been fucked in the ass or you wanting to fuck my ass?” He hadn’t really thought about it before, had no experiences to any kind of anal play before Emily and even then, it had been her idea.

“Both?” She feels his hand squeeze hers and she smiles sheepishly. “I mean it would be hot seeing you like that.”

Aaron stays silent, thinks about what it might feel like, what it would be like. He’s not thrilled about the idea, but he’s not exactly turned off either. But he didn’t know if he would be able to let go like that, if he could though, it would be for her.

“I’m not saying that we’re doing this, but I guess we could try something simple?” He finally says and Emily looks both relieved and exhilarated at the same time. “But to be honest, I’m not sure if that’s something I’d enjoy.”

“If you don’t want to we obviously don’t have to do anything.” Emily assures him, her face nothing but understanding and it makes him smile.

“Like I said, maybe start slow, we’ll see how it goes.”

And they do go slow, Emily not even mentioning it for weeks after. It makes him almost curious about it as he thinks more about it, and he knows that she’s waiting for him to come to her. It’s tempting and when she’s in between his legs and sucking him off one night, he almost does. She’s licking over his balls, her tongue lower than she normally would go, but then she pulls back to take his cockhead back in her mouth and he can almost feel the disappointment, but doesn’t miss the glint in her eyes.

It’s another week before he relents. She’s licking teasingly along his shaft, her fist around the base as she pumps him lazily. He’s gripping the sheets in his fists, groans when she sucks the tip of him and then pulls away.

“What do you need baby?” She asks quietly, her eyebrow raised as she twists her wrist making him tense.

“More, Em more.” He barely sees the smirk on her lips before she lays between his legs on her stomach, his cock back in her mouth and sucking harder. She takes him as deep as she can, pulls back with a gasp and then he sees her trailing lower.

“Is this okay?” She asks, eyes on him as she dips her tongue between his legs, barely making contact with his skin.

He shivers at the first swipe of her tongue against his hole, the feeling new and strange but not bad. He groans and nods his head and he feels her tongue again, more pressure this time and his eyes shut tight.

“Fuck, fuck that feels good.” He hears himself saying through the pleasure his body isn’t sure how to react to. It makes Emily more confident, her tongue lapping over him and her hand wraps around his shaft, hard as steel and Aaron’s body buckles into her touch.

“That’s it baby.” She whispers as she watches the confused bliss on his face. She feels the muscle relax as her tongue pushes against him, jerks his cock harder and to her surprise his familiar fingers finds her hair and tugs her harder into him. She had a feeling that he would enjoy this, but she didn’t think he would react this strongly this quickly.

“Don’t stop, fuck keep doing that.” He mumbles and he can vaguely hear Emily moan as his fingers tug on her hair.

“You want more?” She rasps through harsh breaths, only pulls away long enough to see him nod before she pushes her tongue against him again, mimicking what he used to do her. Her hand wraps tighter around him as his thighs tense on either side of her, his hips grinding in a way that made her own want pulse between her legs.

Aaron feels his entire body go numb with pleasure as she slowly works a finger inside of him, his eyes shooting open as he leans up on his elbows to watch her. He’s sweating, his body hot as she pushes her finger up, hitting his prostate and he can’t control the growl that builds in his chest. Another finger pushes inside of him and he’s sure he’s going to rip the sheets from the way he’s gripping them.

Emily watches the muscles of his abdomen tense as he looks at her with eyes dark enough to look black. His lips are parted as he pants, skin flushed and she realizes that this is how he so often sees her, desperate and yearning. The power rush makes her smirk, the heat of it pulses between her thighs.

He can feel his orgasm in his entire body, vision blurring and barely able to breathe as she twists her wrist and her fingers hooks inside of him and he feels his entire body give in to the pleasure of it. His release is hot and thick as it lands on his stomach, Emily not stopping until he’s visibly relaxed and breathing slowing. He watches as she gently pulls her fingers away and her tongue comes to lick his cum of his skin and suddenly the reality of what just happened hits him and he feels an overwhelming need to take his control back.

He grabs her and pushes her onto the bed, his body hovering over hers as he stares at her.

“Fuck that was so good baby.” She whispers, but her words are cut of by his lips on hers, hard and claiming.

He makes her fall apart three times on his finger and tongue, another two times on his cock just because he can and Emily can’t wait until they do this again.

After the initial shock of how much he liked it, he’s more relaxed when it happens semi-regularly, Emily starting with fingers and then moves on to toys and then one night he finds himself on the edge of the bed as Emily stands in front of him securing a strap on.

“Are you sure?” She asks as she adjusts the straps around her hips, fits it against her so the vibrating bullet at the base is pressed against her clit.

“Yes honey, I’m sure.” He answers somewhere between arousal and exasperation. It was the fifth time she had asked and he appreciated it, but the vision of Emily securing a strap on and standing in front of him made his mind go blank. He wanted her, wanted to experience this with her.

Emily lubes the dildo attached and adds some to his already prepped hole, a smile showing on her face as he shudders from her touch.

“Stay still for me, will you?” She gives him a look and he relaxes as her knee hits the mattrass and he spreads his legs wider. “I’m going to fuck you so good baby.” She coos as she presses the head of the toy against him. She watches his face carefully as she pushes forward, his body resisting the initial intrusion at first.

Aaron groans as she slowly fills him, the dildo thicker and longer than any toys they had used so far. But it feels good, mind-numbingly good and he gives her a nod to continue. She doesn’t stop until she’s pressed against him, her hips flush against his and she releases a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Wow.” She whispers and experimentally pulls out a little and he jerks slightly. “You look so good like this.” She tells him and if he hadn’t been on the verge of overwhelmed from the sensations she was causing, he would have pinned her down in seconds. But he doesn’t, instead he lets her slowly find a rhythm, long and deep strokes of her hips that has his head falling back into the bed as groans and curses falls from his lips.

Emily feels powerful, that’s the only way to describe it as she watches the man she loves, the man that always is so control of every situation, gives all that up for her. She fumbles with the button on the toy, moans as the vibrations start against her clit and it makes her move harder.

“Fuck, Em, fuck it’s so good, don’t stop please don’t stop.” He’s not really aware of what he’s saying, his entire focus on the pleasure of the dildo pushing inside of him, mixed with the breathless moans coming from her above him. He opens his eyes just in time to see Emily’s head falling back, a look of something new on her face and he can feel the way she’s clearly chasing her release.

She grinds against him, rolls her hips against the base of the toy and effectively pushes the dildo as deep as it can go inside of him. The sound of his deep growl makes her eyes snap to his and she feels herself drip from the way he’s looking at her, want and love and need in his eyes. She looks at his cock, swollen and red as he leaks onto his stomach. It looks massive laying against him, neglected and straining.

“You want me to touch you?” She grins as he bites his bottom lip, and she slows her hips. She’s still pressed deep inside of him, the vibrations against her clit getting her closer to her own release and she slowly drags a nail over his shaft.

“Fuck!” His fist hits the bed as he grasps the sheets, trying to ground himself. “Fuck yes, I want you to touch me.” He watches desperately as her hand hovers over him, his cock jerking in response. “Please.” He adds and is immediately rewarded by her warm hand wrapping around him.

Emily starts moving again, fucks him in time with her moving hand and she can see his whole body reacting to it. She can feel her body start to give in to the pleasure from the vibrations, her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach.

“You’re close aren’t you?” She asks as she watches his body tense with each push of her hips.

“Yes, so close.” He groans through clenched teeth and her hand stops momentarily until his eyes meets hers.

“Hold it, come with me.” She moves as hard as her body allows her too, making the toy press harder against her clit. She pants as her vision starts to blur, her hand starts to jerk him again and she knows that it won’t be more than a few moments until he’s coming. She feels her muscles burning from the effort, the pleasure rushing through her and when she sees the way he’s clinging to the sheets as he tries to hold off his orgasm she comes hard.

Aaron can barely think as he hears the low moans falling from Emily’s lips as her body starts to shake. He groans loud and deep as he gives in to the pleasure he’s been trying to hold off. His body jerks and buckles as he comes, the pleasure bordering on painful as Emily slowly starts to come down from her own high, her hips stuttering and then slowing.

She’s careful to pull out of him and remove the harness and goes to the bathroom. She doesn’t waste any time wetting a towel in warm water and then goes to clean him up.

“Are you okay?” She asks as she gently drags the towel over his abdomen and his hand comes to her hip.

“I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to use my legs again.” He smiles and when she’s done cleaning him, he pulls her down against his body. “I’m more than okay honey, are you okay?”

“I never realized how much of a workout fucking can be.” She grins and he laughs as he pulls her into a kiss. “It was good though?”

“It was fucking fantastic.” He promises and pushes some hair out of her face. “Don’t think I won’t be fucking you into the bed tomorrow though.”

“I can’t wait baby.” She lets himself fall into him, the warmth and safety of his embrace as she lets herself take a moment to just be with him. After a couple of minutes of silence she lifts her head and looks at him with a smirk. “I knew you were a bottom.”

“Woman, do not push it.”

[novemberhope]

Guess I'm in my revolutionary era again... well, sue me. The story was originally supposed to feature Elliara and Sabo as well, but it's too long already, so we only have Ginny and Dragon.

Here we go:

Surprised by the soft knock on the door, Dragon looked up from the papers he'd been looking at. This was usually not the hour people came to see him. "Come in," he said. To his surprise, it was Ginny who walked in. She seemed unsure of herself and after the events of the last few days, she looked like she hadn't slept in months. Her arm was covered in bandages, she was limping and her face looked like someone had used it as a punching ball. "Gin," he greeted her. This was usually not the person who came to see him either. "How can I help you?" She had never come to him before and he wondered what that was all about. For once, she did not seem angry, which for her, was a first. "About yesterday..." Ah yes, yesterday. They were all lucky to be still alive. Many other people hadn't been that lucky. It was a big setback and they would need some time to recover from that. "I'm sorry," she said. "I tried really hard to ... I'm still to weak ... I should have..." "Ginny," he quickly interrupted her. "You did good. Really really good. There was nothing more you could have done." "Then why do I feel so miserable?" she asked.

"Because sometimes what we do sucks," he bluntly told her. "In the end, it will be worth it. But in between, it's going to be hard. We won't always win." "But like this..." She closed her eyes. "We almost didn't make it out of there... and then it would have been... all over... again..." She barely held back her tears which was unusual for her, too. He'd seen her angry many times, but never this close to tears. But knowing her backstory, he understood where she was coming from. Twice she had lost her crew - once because she had left, which had been a big mistake on her part because she had trusted the wrong person - and once due to them being captured and nearly everyone having been killed. Coming this close to a third time had clearly shaken her up.

"But we're alive," he firmly reminded her. "We're a little worse for the wear, but we've made it." "Not thanks to me." "It doesn't have to be thanks to you, Ginny. It's a team effort and we are all trained for situations like this, not just you. It was a harsh blow and we will need time to recover from this, but it's not the end of the world." It had felt like the end of the world for him too. But he had pulled himself together and forced himself to focus on the future. He was their leader, he could not allow himself to dwell on thoughts of what might have been. He had to focus on getting them ahead again.

Ginny slowly nodded. He looked at her and remembered the angry and broken young woman Sabo had brought back one day. It's taken some time, but she had started to change. She wasn't quite where he hoped she would be one day, but she was getting there. "When you came here, your one goal was to learn to fight, to get strong and then get the hell out of here," he reminded her. "Guess I didn't get the hell out of here," she muttered, slowly lifting her head. "You think I should have?" "I'm glad you didn't," he told her. "As long as you want to stay, you are part of this crew." He could see her face lighting up, although she was trying not to let it show too much. "Get some rest, Gin," he told her. "Knowing you, you'll be waking up Koala at the break of dawn and demand another training sesson." He paused, since she was looking more like she needed a trip to the infirmary. "I guess telling you to get some rest will be ignored anyway?" She grinned. "Probably... I feel fine... the pains helps me to push through it." She paused. "Unless it's an order?" That was something that had taken some time to get into that stubborn head of hers - that orders needed to be followed. "I'm not wasting my breath with this," he replied. "You are old enough to know your limits." Also, he trusted Koala to put a stop to it when it got out of hand because Ginny had yet to learn the meaning of "getting some rest" and "letting it go". "Okay then..." She turned towards the door but turned back around to face him. "Thanks, Dragon..." "You're welcome," he told her. He watched her go and then turned back to the papers on his desk with a sigh. He might have helped Ginny to move past it a little bit, but while he knew he needed to move forward, it would still take time until he could let it go as well.

[n7punk]

She-ra (2018) Promotional Merch

As part of an ongoing project to catalogue all the merchandise produced for the 2018 She-ra reboot, this post is going to contain everything I can find that was only available as part of another purchase, promotion, or exclusive gift. None of these are available anymore outside of resale.

Sometimes you have to click photos to see full images, as many are cut off. Any [x]s will lead to the source of the images, usually secondhand listings that will eventually become defunct. I use the best photos I can find.

Con-exclusives (for sale or giveaways) are on their own post. The master post focuses on for-sale merchandise but includes descriptions for everything else. This post acts as support to that, including photos I don't have room for there.

Lootcrate:

Socks, a notebook, and a tumbler were produced, all exclusive to Lootcrate subscribers in their respective month(s). The tumbler was for March, unsure of the months for the other products.

Sonic Kids Meal Toys:

Four figures, two "straw buddies," one inflatable sword, and character profile magnet 3-packs of at least six characters (possibly more. Probably at least one more since Glimmer is missing from the BFS but I haven't seen any not included here yet).

Influencer Exclusives:

This promotional statuette was sent to family bloggers in 2019 to promote season four. It might have also been sent to reviewers in 2018. It's fragile (possibly porcelain) and very rare. Clare has taken more extensive pictures with notes on construction here. [x]

This promotional metal lunchbox was sent to influencers to promote the series in very limited quantities (not to be confused with the insulated fabric lunchbox that was for sale on Amazon). The graphics are stickers rather than directly printed on the lunchbox and it is in mini size. [x]

Recruitment Swag: Stickers

She-ra stickers promoting the Dreamworks' Career pages were given away with Dreamworks pins, likely to current or prospective employees, though when and why is currently speculative. [x]

Media Press Kits:

Media press kits were sent out to outlets. They included collectors cards (the same cards as were given out at cons, see that post for all the cards), a foam tiara (also given out cons), and buttons (guess where they were given out to the public: cons). A letter (fifth image) was also included in the box, the only completely exclusive part of the box that didn't make it to the public. [x]

A separate kit (sixth image) was sent out to celebrate International Women's Day ahead of the show's premiere, though the contents of it are believed to have been the same and only the box color differed. This was produced by Commuter Industries. Some of the recipients were those bloggers mentioned earlier. Thanks to Clare for finding it.

Commuter Industries produced further promotional material for IWD 2019 such as digital booklets (Clare has some pulls here). They also made an activity book & character standees for cons.

Reviewer Special Mentions:

They were not exclusive, so they're only getting a small mention, but the Super7 Catra & Adora action figures, as well as limited knee-high socks patterned after She-ra's uniform (with little red capes on the back) were sent in promotional packages to some reviewers. These socks were given out at other promotional events, though I'm currently not certain which and thus whether they were ever available to the general public. While the action figures did go for public sale, they were in very limited quantities, so it felt worth mentioning.

Absolutely Not Merch: Promotional Con Props

Three large props - a Sword of Protection, a statue of She-ra, and a prop of the Horde Throne - were created for photo ops at conventions and the company that made them has provided photos on their portfolio page. Their current location is unknown. The She-ra statue seems to be based on the same character art that the promotional statuette was made from. Also featured in these images from upper-left-to-right are Aimee Carrero (Adora's VA), Karen Fukuhara (Glimmer's VA), and of course ND Stevenson (creator/showrunner).

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

First family Christmas with Jake and Ronnie? 💛

thank you so much Christel my beloved 💌

|| prompt list ||

prompt: first family Christmas/other holiday

au: regular

word count: 1143

warnings: fluffff fluff fluff fluff, talking about having kids

Jake woke up and it was still dark outside. If he had any guess, it was only four in the morning — his usual wake-up time to get in a run before heading to the Navy Yard. But today he didn’t have anywhere to be. Today was Christmas Day. 

Jake relaxed back into his pillow, eyes already slipped shut, as he reached out to Ronnie’s side of the bed — intent on pulling her in. But his hands met nothing but sheets and thrown aside blankets. Jake opened his eyes again. 

She was gone.

Propped up on his elbow, Jake stared at the spot his wife should be — brain still fogged with sleep. Where the hell could she have gone? And why? Then, in the quiet of the house, he heard soft singing. 

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…

Jake smiled as he pulled back the covers and got out of bed. Quickly throwing on some sweats and the Christmas sweater Ronnie insisted he wear on Christmas morning, he crept down the hall and into the living room. 

Ronnie stood in front of the sliding glass door that led out to the small backyard of their DC home. The only other light was the small kitchen light above the stove and the warm glow of the Christmas tree. She was wearing the sweater that matched his and fuzzy socks up to her knees. And she was still singing quietly under her breath the lyrics to that classic song, staring out the window at the big, fluffy snowflakes that floated down from the sky.

There were a few presents under the tree. Waiting to be opened and shared. There were a few more gifts than he remembered being under there when he went to bed last night. A smile quirked up the corner of his mouth at the thought of Ronnie sneaking more presents under his nose. Jake’s parents were flying in that afternoon, but for now, it was just the two of them. A little family during their first Christmas together. But still, it felt like something was missing. Something important…

“What’re you thinkin’ about, Jay?”

Ronnie’s soft voice pulled him from his revere and from lingering in the hall. She was turned to face him now, revealing a steaming mug clutched between her hands. 

“That you got me more presents than we agreed to,” he chuckled as he walked further into the room. 

She grinned like she had been caught. “It’s only one or…Three more than what we set the limit at. Just a few little things.” 

Jake hummed as he took hold of her waist and turned her back toward the glass door. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of her sweater. Her skin was burning hot, comforting, and Jake leaned into it. Nose nuzzling into her cheek as they watched the snow fall. She started singing softly again: 

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas. 

Just like the ones I used to know

“I was thinkin’ about something else too,” Jake muttered, chin rested on her shoulder. 

“Yeah?”

“This is our first Christmas as a family. You and me. But…I don’t know — I’m content with how we are now. But, something about Christmas with kids makes it more magical, I guess…” He trailed off, unsure of where the thought was going or what he was even trying to say.

But Ronnie knew. Of course, she knew. She always did with him and it vexed him and comforted him all at once. He could feel her understanding in the way she leaned back into his chest, in the way her heart began to beat faster against his palm pressed to her ribcage. 

“Are you trying to tell me you wanna start trying, babe?” she asked softly. 

Jake nodded against the crook of her neck, placing a few gentle kisses to her warm skin. “Yeah. Want a little baby for you to spoil and stare at the lights on the tree and make Christmas feel even more…Like Christmas.”

“Okay.” Ronnie laughed as she reached to cup the back of his head. “Okay. God, Merry Christmas to me, I guess.” 

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

Jake woke up and it was still dark outside. If he had any guess, it was only four in the morning — his usual wake-up time to get in a run before heading to Fort Worth. But today he didn’t have anywhere to be. Today was Christmas Day.

Jake relaxed back into his pillow, eyes already slipped shut, as he reached out to Ronnie’s side of the bed — intent on pulling her in. But his hands met nothing but sheets and thrown aside blankets. Jake opened his eyes again. 

She was gone.

Propped up on his elbow, Jake stared at the spot his wife should be — brain still fogged with sleep. Where the hell could she have gone? And why? Then, in the quiet of the house, he heard soft singing. 

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…

He vaguely remembered the sounds of the baby fussing over the monitor on the bedside table. Ronnie muttering that she was probably hungry. Jake smiled as he pulled back the covers and got out of bed. Quickly throwing on some sweats and the Christmas sweater Ronnie insisted he wear on Christmas morning, he crept down the stairs and into the living room. Following the sound of his wife’s gentle singing. 

Ronnie sat on the couch in front of the warmly glowing Christmas tree. Legs tucked up underneath her and a steaming mug of coffee in her hand. She was wearing the sweater that matched his, bought a year ago for their first Christmas together, and fuzzy socks up to her knees. She was still singing quietly, mouth turned up in a grin, as she watched their daughter on the floor. 

Three months old and content as could be to lay on her fluffy play mat and stare at the lights on the tree, Maisie’s little legs kicked and squirmed as she babbled happily.

There were presents under the tree, waiting to be opened and shared. It didn’t even matter that Maisie couldn’t open them herself and wouldn’t remember anything she got. Most of them were for her. The three of them would walk over to his parent’s house for Christmas dinner in the evening, but for now, it was just the three of them. Their little family. 

Jake walked further into the room and sunk down onto the couch beside Ronnie, throwing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. He stole her mug and took a sip of her coffee, but she didn’t mind in the slightest. Maisie squealed in delight as she waved her little arms, big brown eyes staring wide-eyed at the tree. 

It felt like Christmas. It felt like magic. It felt like family. 

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

“Merry Christmas, Jay.”