#don't come at me for not knowing more about raf please

[zara-renata]

I need someone to hear me out quick— alight , hear me out. 👀 So the majority of us are who plays love and deepspace are gen z and we are born between 1995 and 2012, right? The in game timeline takes place around 2048.. so if we do the math, we will all be in our early-mid 40s!! .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

Now, have you heard of this Manhwa: Tears on the Withered Rose? If not that's alr— what if there's will be a timeline where the mc(us) is her early 40s and the LI are basically the same age in game, what do you think the relationship dynamic will be like? If we follow the characters roles in Tears on the Withered Rose, Na Hae-Soo in the Mc and Sylus is Beom Tae-ha. (⚆_⚆)

Y'ALL HEAR ME OUT?? :000

Edit: my friend has just informed me that this emoji means that you're weeping .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·. (I'm assuming at the idea of eventually being in your early-mid forties?) And I'm not there quite yet, but I can assure you, you will still be you in your mid-forties, in the same fundamental way that you feel like you're you now. Hopefully you'll be a little wiser, a little more knowledgeable about the world, but it's fucking great getting older. I wouldn't go back to being 25 if someone paid me. So if anyone is despairing regarding aging, please don't worry about it, life tends to get better instead of worse as you gain experience.

Anyway.

I haven't read Tears on the Withered Rose, but if it has an older MC then I am definitely interested and will have to check it out. I'm a little older than the typical demographic for LADS and for most mainstream romance protagonists, so I am always interested in stories where MC is a little older, while still retaining the same swoon-worthy tropes that make romance fun in the first place.

I'd like to preface this answer by acknowledging that most cultures still judge men dating younger woman and women dating younger men with a double standard. Which is bullshit. The only metric we should judge relationships by are the ability to give true consent and if the people involved have a healthy power/maturity dynamic. But I'm not here to write a treatise on the ethics of age-gap romances, but the following answer acknowledges the reality that society at large may give the "younger" men and older MC the side-eye upon discovering their romantic relationship.

So for the LADS guys... we have an 800 year old fish-man, an immortal dragon, a cardiac surgeon who was born a curmudgeon and has been an old man ever since he was a kid, and a prince that has lived for at least 200 years. So let's just take a minute to soak in, and then conveniently ignore, the inherent age-gap between these old men in pretty boy bodies + 24 year old MC. But, because of who these men actually are, I think that their and an older MC's dynamic would be similar to what it is now, but MC is likely at Captain Jenna's professional level or above, higher in the administration of the Hunter's Association, has the weight of management/administrative responsibilities, possibly a shitty ex husband and all the baggage that entails, maybe a couple of kids she's doing her best to co-parent with said shitty ex. And yet each of the LIs would be the same- the weight of past lives, of memory, of their love for her. Sylus would still feign smug arrogance, utter self-containment, while doing everything he can to attract and retain MC's interest. Xavier would still share the work connection but possibly be a subordinate under MC, which could complicate their relationship in a different but still similar way to being in a relationship with a coworker as the current MC, but he'd still be the sweet guy next door, always there to have MC's back. Zayne would still be her physician, still end up violating all sorts of medical ethical regulations to develop their relationship, still mature and slow to thaw but warm and incredibly loving as their relationship grows. And I'm so sorry, I like Rafayel, but I have not interacted with him enough in game to describe more than surface level what their dynamic is other than he too would be the same with a 40-something MC.

Only people on the outside looking in would lift an eyebrow, and then the LIs would confuse the fuck out of everyone by joking about how someone's robbing the cradle in their relationship, but it sure as hell isn't her. Except, even with my limited knowledge of Raf I can definitely see him playing up the 'age difference' and pretending that MC just took advantage of his poor little meow meow naive youthful self to bag herself a cute boytoy, and I can see Sylus also driving MC nuts by really leaning into the "She criminally stole my innocence" and "Oh, she's my sugar mama" shticks when people dare to say something when he's the immortal one and it's still his black card in her wallet that's paying for her spas when he insists she needs a break (even though she earns enough to pay for herself, but he insists), and if she has kids, his new adopted kids' expensive sports gear and elite summer camps.

Now that you've sent this ask, I think it would be really, really fun to write this dynamic, actually, especially Sylus since he's my big bias and he'd be so infuriatingly charming for an older, exhausted MC, especially one who has a shitty ex who put her through the wringer and who is skittish at the idea of accepting the lavish, unconditional love of a gorgeous, wealthy, "younger" man who is also a fucking mafia boss. And in return I think a more emotionally experienced MC would more quickly see through his facade, and see the vulnerable dragon underneath, and would be able to care for him in return. Thank you for this fun ask!

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Nevermind I'll Get It

How I imagine the LADS Men reacting to you being too impatient to wait for their help. [Requested by: Onliafaze]

Zayne

MC: Zayne can you help me real quick

Zayne: *sending a quick email* Yes what is it

MC: Can you grab my tumbler off the shelf for me I want to drink my tea on the balcony without bugs flying in it

Zayne: Yes give me on minute

MC: Okay

Less than three minutes later there's a loud crash in the kitchen

Zayne: What was that?

MC: Nothing!

Zayne finds you halfway off the counter trying not to step in glass

Zayne: I told you to give me a minute

MC: Yea and then two minutes passed

Zayne: So shattering multiple glasses was a better solution than waiting?

MC: Just help me down

Zayne: I should leave you there to think about your actions

MC: Zayne please!

Rafayel

You walk into the living room and find Rafayel sketching in silence

MC: Raf can you help me bring this box in?

Rafayel: What is it?

MC: A new bookshelf and it's heavy

Rafayel: Yea just give me one second cutie

You leave the room and suddenly Rafayel hears you scream bloody murder

Rafayel: *Rushes to you* What happened?!

MC: I DROPPED IT ON MY FOOT GET IT OFF!

Rafayel: I TOLD YOU TO GIVE ME A SECOND!

MC: AND YOU TOOK FIVE!

Rafayel lifts the box off your foot and moves it so it won't fall on you again

Rafayel: *Inspecting your foot* Two seconds if you would've waited two more seconds

MC: I thought I could carry it on my own

Rafayel: Thats what you get for thoughtin' now look at you *holds your foot up*

MC: *pouting* Put some pep in your step next time

Rafayel: At least I have feet to step and put pep in … you almost lost your toes being impatient

MC: I know you're not talking you are literally the most impatient person alive

Rafayel: That's beside the point

Xavier

MC: Xav where's the step stool?

Xavier: I think Jeremiah still has it

MC: Well can you come grab this wine glass of the shelf I don't feel like climbing the counter

Xavier: Yea give me one second

MC: Nevermind you sound busy

Xavier hears the sound of glass shattering and your cry of pain.

Xavier: What happened?

MC: The glass slipped out my hand when I jumped down and now I have glass in my foot

Xavier: Why didn't you wait for me?

MC: You sounded busy

Xavier: I'm never too busy for you wait for me next time

MC: Okay okay whatever please get this glass outta my foot

Xavier: *Scoops you up off the floor* Alright does it hurt?

MC: No it feels great I wish I could have glass in my foot all the time yes it hurts!

Xavier: No need for the sarcasm you did this to yourself

Sylus

MC: Sy can you come get Mephisto off my vanity he keeps building a nest with my stuff

Sylus: Maybe he just wants to feel half as pretty as you

MC: Come get him before I dismantle him

Sylus: I’m coming sweetie give me one minute

2 minutes later....

MC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

Sylus walks in the find you chasing Mephisto around the room

Sylus: What’s going on.

MC: I tried to scoot him off and this bag of wires cracked my concealer in half and got it all over the place

Sylus: He doesn’t like being pushed

MC: How was I supposed to know that?

Sylus: You would've known if you had given me a minute sweetie

MC: I gave you one and two minutes passed after that so that’s not my fault….

Sylus: *Raises his brow and smirks* and what did we learn from being impatient

MC: That my concealer is not Mephistos color

Sylus: No.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

hii id like to request a how l&d boys act when they're jealous :3 feel free to ignore if u don't feel like it or thanks in advance if u do!! love your works sm xx

How the Boys Act When They’re Jealous

Pairing: xavier x gn!reader, rafayel x gn!reader, zayne x gn!reader

A/N: The game needs more jealous Zayne, and Lost in your eyes moments with Raf. Thanks for waiting! <3

Xavier is an absolute menace.

He’s extremely possessive over you, and he’s well aware of it.

You care a lot about him, but good luck stopping him from being a jealous dummy any time soon. He already knows Jeremiah doesn’t have feelings for you, but is that going to stop him from spraying the other man with a plant mister when he gets to close? Nope.

Luckily for Jeremiah, Xavier likes him. They’re friends. The other man finds it funny to even tease him a little by poking at that jealous side. Everyone else doesn’t have the same privilege.

When he's not glaring, Xavier tries to be subtle about, dropping hints here and there about how you’re his lover. He’ll interrupt your conversations with other men when they drag on too long, so he can talk with his partner, his neighbor, his napping buddy.

Suddenly, everything he says can be taken the wrong way. He mentions how he had a good time sleeping together (when it was literal sleeping). He says the two of you should got out to dinner again or that the lunch you made him for work was very tasty (really you wanted to avoid the apartment complex catching on fire). He might also “jokingly” state within hearing distance of your new friend that the two of you act like a married couple. It’s not his fault if someone takes it the wrong way; you don’t have to look so embarrassed about it.

Xavier likes to flaunt his status a little; he fixes your hair and dusts off your clothes. He would do this for you even if he wasn’t jealous, but it’s a bonus that it gets others to back off and gets your attention on him with your cute little pout.

Worse comes to worst, he isn’t afraid of using underhanded methods to fail any attempt at someone else trying to steal you away from him; even if that means knocking out the streetlights with his Evol to get your coworker to go home early (who even takes 20 minutes to say goodbye anyway? Someone with ill intentions, that’s who.).

He’ll deny it. Deny. Deny. Deny. He’s not jealous. He just wants to know more about your friend. How long have you known each other? Do you go out at night together? Why not invite him sometimes? It takes a few pokes to get him to admit it.

Jealous Xavier can be a moody Xavier; he’s usually calm and easygoing, patient with most of the world except with those who try to flirt with you, and you, if you should flirt back. Though, he has no problem reminding you why he is the only one you should have eyes for whether it be through words, action, or…other methods best left after dark.

It’s obvious when Rafayel is jealous.

It starts as jokes, usually, with a light dust of jealousy like sprinkles on a donut.

“What’s your new friend like? Are they more fun than me,” he asks, trying to coax you into admitting how much more you like him, a little to assuage his jealousy and a little to stroke his own ego.

He’s confident in being your partner and having a bond that has lasted millenniums. So, when a random likes you, it’s usually not a huge deal. He can confidently deal with it, wrapping an arm around your waist or shoulder and putting on his charm as he calls you honey with a lift to his voice, as if he didn’t notice the person who was trying to flirt with you.

His jealousy can even be funny sometimes even cute. He’ll get this pouty look on his face whenever you place your attention on animals, cooing and petting them. He even gets jealous of your dear child, Reddie, from time to time. You love that clumsy fish so much. It couldn’t even stop itself from being caught by humans. Why would you want to play with Reddie so much when you already got a fish you can pet. Please pet him.

 When his jealousy gets really bad though, he can be snippy. He’s vindictive, asking if you forgot about him and if you wouldn’t rather hang out with your other boyfriend. His jokes become a little less funny and a little meaner, and he’ll be quick to demand an explanation in a voice a little tighter and bitter than you’re used to from him.

If you get mad and try to leave, he’s pulling you back. He doesn’t actually want you to go but he’s too stubborn to admit that maybe he’s being jealous over nothing.

He just doesn’t want you to forget him again.

On the other hand, seeing you jealous? He eats it up. 

Zayne doesn’t like his jealousy.

He tries to play it cool and be mature about these things. He’d never interrupt you talking to another person, but he most definitely watches the situation out the corner of his eye. He wants to digest every word and every bit of body language he can about the situation, going as far as pretending to work to have an excuse to stay and listen in.

Zayne wants to be rational about things, but he’s never been completely rational when it comes to you. You have a bad way of making him act out of character (or passionately as you call it).

This emotion always sneaks up on him unexpectedly and makes him clumsier than normal. He’ll give himself away easily, asking about your plans with the other person or if you noticed the lovesick puppy look they gave you when you looked their way. It makes him blush when you mention that you adore his puppy eyes more. If he says he doesn’t do that, well, you’ll simply have to call Dr. Greyson and Yvonne to back you up.

Zayne can be very picky about other people trying to take your time, like not wanting someone else to dance with you or take you out to a new tourist location; he always promises his free time to you, the little he has of it, so he requests that you wait for him. He’ll accompany you wherever you want to go.

Zayne is very jealous of others who can make you laugh. He really likes how easygoing, talkative, and animated you are so he gets insecure when someone else can make you act that way better than he can; however, he feels selfish because you’re happy and that should be enough.

In the end, he blames himself for his own jealousy, questioning if he read too much into the situation or in your relationship. He’s the quickest to apologize for his jealousy if you pick up on it.

When Zayne thinks you are pursuing someone else, he becomes blunter. He suddenly has a lot more relationship advice about being careful who you keep in your company and warning you to make sure there’s no doubt when deciding on something important like your partner. He also tends to cut conversations about any other potential partner you might like short and unintentionally be rude to your love interest.

That’s not to say he won’t try to win you over; when push comes to shove and the risk of losing you becomes too great, he isn’t afraid to finally tell you how he feels in the best way he can. All he can do is try. 

If you don’t like him back, he will allow jealousy to silently have him, choosing to suffer in it, as long as you’re happy with whoever you choose.

However, that does not mean he has to like your partner as well. And if they ever hurt you, he rather not think of what he’d do if that should happen.

[itneverendshere]

Could you please write btchy!pogue where shes the one whos jealous this time and rafe savors the moment.

don't like the way she's looking - r.c

pairing: bitchy!pogue!reader x raf

the cut had a party tonight, like most summer nights.

the music was loud enough to shake the ground, beer kegs were getting drained faster than anyone could fill them, and people packed into the yard like sardines. 

it wasn’t fancy, but that was the point, pogue parties weren’t about appearances, you showed up, you drank, you made some bad decisions under the string lights, and you went home.

it wasn’t your favorite kind of night, but rafe had convinced you to come out, promising it’d just be a chill hangout. he lied.

instead of spending the night with you, he’s currently perched by his truck, surrounded by a rotating cast of pogues. you’re leaning against a beat-up picnic table, a half-warm beer in your hand, keeping one eye on rafe while he did his thing. 

by “his thing,” you mean selling weed to every pogue with a crumpled-up twenty and a dream.

to his credit, this is probably his best hustle yet.

rafe cameron, reformed asshole, and your probationary boyfriend, has somehow turned himself into the cut’s go-to dealer. it’s a whole thing, people like him now, which is fine. 

good for him, whatever, but some people like him a little too much. 

case in point? the girl currently throwing herself at him like a damn frisbee. you clocked her the second she strutted over. 

she wasn’t subtle about it, either—crop top hanging so low she might as well not have bothered, denim shorts so short they were illegal in some states. she’s leaning against his truck, like she’s in some fuck ass music video, her body language loud and clear. it’s the hand on his arm that does it for you. 

that, and her laugh. 

jesus, her laugh. high-pitched and fake, like a dying bird trying to flirt.

you’ve been rolling your eyes from the second she started talking, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. 

“you’re really good at this whole business thing, huh? bet you’re good at lots of things.”

you gag audibly from your spot, but of course, she doesn’t hear you. 

rafe, for his part, looks mildly amused but doesn’t say anything. still, you stay put, you’re not here to play babysitter. he’s not that stupid—he’ll shut her down. 

he better.

her next move is placing her hand on his arm. on. his. arm.

like she isn’t aware that his girlfriend is sitting fifteen feet away, the audacity. she’s batting her lashes and laughing at something he says like he’s the funniest guy alive, and you can see his shoulders stiffen, the slight step back he takes when she puts her hands on him.

“so, like,” she giggles, twirling a piece of hair around her finger, “what if i can’t, you know... pay in cash? ’m sure we could work something else out?”

rafe’s reaction is immediate, “i have a girlfriend.”

“oh,” her pout deepens. “that’s fine. she doesn’t have to know.”

at that, he laughs—an incredulous, slightly panicked laugh, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “yeah, see, that’s not gonna work for me.”

she doesn’t take the hint. 

instead, she tilts her head, giving him what you’re sure she thinks it’s a seductive look. “c'mon, rafe. it’s just a little fun, bet she wouldn’t even care.”

you freeze mid-sip of your beer, brain short-circuiting.

you slam it down on the table so hard it splashes everywhere, your vision zeroing in on her like a predator spotting prey. you’re halfway across the yard before you realize you’re moving.

oh, you care, you care a lot.

rafe’s already holding his hands up like he’s trying to ward her off. “don’t know what you think is happening here, but it’s not. i’m not interested.”

“not interested in me?” she asks, like the idea is physically painful.

“correct,” you announce loudly, “he’s not interested. crazy, right?”

she squares her shoulders and glares at you. “who are you?”

“hi, i’m the girlfriend” you shoot back, “just wondering if you’re planning on embarrassing yourself any more tonight or if that’s it?”

rafe rubs the back of his neck, looking between amused and mildly terrified, “baby—”

“don’t ‘baby’ me, cameron,” you snap, shooting him a glare before turning your attention back to the girl. she’s still standing there, trying to figure out if she should fight or flight.

smart money would’ve been on flight, but apparently, she’s the stubborn type.

she smirks, seemingly not the least bit fazed by you. “pogues share.”

“how about i share this fist with your face? that sound good to you?”

she whips around, her fake-confident expression faltering “uh, excuse me?”

“you heard me,” you only stop a foot from her. your hands are on your hips, ready to pounce if she even thinks about mouthing off one more time. “can’t you take a fucking hint, or are you just dumb?”

“i didn’t know he had a girlfriend,” she rolls her eyes.

“everyone here knows he’s with me, you just thought you’d try it anyway, didn’t you?”

“it’s not that deep,” she shrugs, her voice going fake casual. “it’s just rafe. pogues share—what’s the big deal? you’re overreacting.”

rafe winces, stepping back as if to give you space to handle it. good, he knew better than to get in your way.

“you wanna find out how much more i can react? i’m feeling real generous tonight.”

her mouth opens to say something even dumber, but you’re already pouncing , not even thinking—your body just reacts.

“whoa, whoa, whoa!” rafe’s arms are suddenly around you, yanking you before you can do any real damage “okay, we’re going home.”

“i’ll punch you too,” you hiss, squirming in his grip. “let me hit her.”

he only holds you tighter against his chest when you try to kick out at her. “baby, come on.”

“this bitch said pogues share!’” you cram your neck to glare at her over rafe’s shoulder. “i just wanna share some sense with her.”

she’s already backing away, her hands up in surrender, “okay, whatever, no dick is worth dealing with a crazy bitch. ’m leaving!” she snaps, turning on her heel.

rafe’s grip lightens up slightly, thinking this is enough to calm you down, but unfortunately for him, you take it as a chance to get what you want. as soon as he lets you lose, you take one giant step forward and grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her back just as she tries to escape.

"get your ass back here," you growl, tugging her head back.

“jesus christ,” rafe’s eyes widen and he’s there, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind once again, pulling you back. “baby, let her go!”

she lets out a surprised squeal, trying to pull away, but you’ve got a grip on her so tight she can’t. “what the hell is wrong with you?!” she screeches, hands desperately trying to pry your fingers from her hair.

“okay, you’ve made your point,” he chuckles despite the situation, “let go of her hair.”

you release her, but not without one last, satisfying shove to her back. she stumbles, glaring at you over her shoulder with her hand pressed to her scalp.

“keep your hands to yourself next time,” you warn with a sneer.

she glares at you, and opens her mouth like she’s about to start some more shit—but then she seems to think better of it. with a huff, she turns on her heel and stalks off, her footsteps retreating into the crowd.

rafe stands there, rubbing his neck nervously as he watches her go. “you’re gonna get arrested one day, y’know that, right?”

you look up at him, eyebrow raised, a smirk curling at the corner of your lips. “and you’re gonna get your balls ripped off and be single for the rest of your life. how’s that sound?”

his mouth falls open as he stares at you.

“what? i’m innocent! i didn’t do shit. you just went wwe smackdown on her. i was standing there, minding my business.”

“minding your business while she was all over you?” you challenge, “she was practically trying to crawl inside your skin.”

“told her i wasn’t interested!” he defends, throwing his hands up. “even used the line— i have a girlfriend! that’s...the ultimate force field!”

you snort, crossing your arms. “she walked right through it like it wasn’t even there.”

rafe sighs dramatically, stepping closer, his voice dropping, that little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, “gotta admit, that was kinda hot.”

you narrow your eyes at him, trying not to let his charm sway you. “hot?”

“yeah,” he grins, “watching you go full psycho really does something for me.”

you can feel your lips twitching upward despite yourself. “you’re such a fuckin’ loser.”

“am i wrong, though?” he teases, slipping his arms around you, his lips tickling your ear as he adds, “never felt more horny—or scared—in my life.”

you huff a laugh, shoving at his chest playfully, “stop trying to make me laugh, i’m mad at you.”

“you’re mad at me?” he leans in impossibly closer, pulling you flush against him.

“rafe—” you start, but he’s already tilting his head, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck.

“mm, y’know,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, “i like you mad. all fired up, it’s sexy.”

“don’t even,” you warn, hoping you sound firm, but it’s hard to when he’s trailing slow kisses down your neck, the press of his mouth sending shivers straight to your toes.

he doesn’t stop, of course. his kisses get sloppier, his lips parting so his tongue can flick against the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

“can’t help it,” he groans in between his work, nipping at your skin. “my girl’s too fucking hot.”

your hands come up to push at his chest, but they end up curling into his shirt instead. “i’m so fucking serious. you can’t sweet-talk your way out of this.”

“m’not sweet-talking,” he slurs, teeth grazing your skin, followed by the soothing heat of his tongue, and you gasp despite yourself. “just... appreciating you. can’t a guy admire his girlfriend after she defended his honor?” he bites down and then sucks at the spot until you’re squirming in his arms. “got me so gone for you, shit, it’s embarrassing.”

“good,” you mutter stubbornly, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.

he practically purrs at the contact, his lips dragging down to your collarbone. “you’ve ruined me, y’know that? can’t even look at another girl.”

you laugh, your grip tightening in his hair. “keep talking, cameron. see how far that gets you.”

he grins against your skin, his teeth scraping lightly before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. his hands slide down to your thighs, lifting you up like you weigh nothing and setting you on the edge of the picnic table.

“guess i’ll just have to show you instead.”

"rafe cameron," you start, intending to scold him, but your words stop in your throat as he steps between your legs.

“now you’re quiet,” he’s leaning in so close his nose brushes against yours. “where’d all that fire go, mm?”

your glare is half-hearted at best. “don’t push your luck, you’re still on probation, asshole.”

he hums thoughtfully, his hands sliding up your legs, fingers pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. “not luck, baby. skill.”

“you’re so fucking insufferable,” you mutter, but your hands betray you, slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay across his warm skin.

his abs tense under your touch, and you relish the reaction, how his breath hitches as you dig your nails in just a little.

“irresistible,” he counters, his voice rough. his lips hover over yours, daring you to close the gap, but he doesn’t make the first move.

he waits, his eyes locked on yours, the faintest flicker of a challenge in his pretty blue eyes. two can play that game, matter of fact, you know you’ll win.

you pull back, smirking as you trace your fingers over the waistband of his jeans, “that’s pushing it, don’t you think?”

he exhales a chuckle through his nose, his hands moving to your waist, tugging you closer. “you’re so fucking stubborn.”

“me?” you scoff, your fingers dipping beneath the fabric of his jeans, making his tighten, his smirk faltering enough to make you feel victorious.

“yeah,” he repeats, though his voice is strained now. “practically begging me to fuck you here.”

“please.” you tilt your head, your lips grazing his jaw, “you’re the one begging.”

rafe’s laugh is low and throaty, a sound that sends a thrill to your core. his control visibly slips as you trail your lips down the line of his jaw, peppering kisses that grow increasingly slower, more deliberate.

his sharp exhale and the way his grip on your hips drops for half a second tell you everything you need to know.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he mutters, his forehead dropping against your shoulder for a moment.

you grin, pleased with yourself, sliding your hands up his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palms.

“don’t sound too surprised.”

he shakes his head slightly, trying to clear it, but he can’t seem to stop staring at you. “god, i hate you sometimes,” he breathes out, his lips quirking up into a smirk that betrays his words.

“funny,” you retort, fingers sliding back into his hair to tug lightly. “don’t believe you.”

his jaw tightens at the sensation, a groan slipping past his lips before he catches it.

 “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he says again, but his mouth is already back on you, a bruising kiss that steals every smart-ass remark you had locked and loaded.

your mouths move together with instinct, and when his tongue flicks against your lower lip, you don’t hesitate, opening up for him. he groans low in his throat as his tongue sweeps into your mouth, curling against yours, slick and overwhelming in the best way.

it’s messy and unrestrained, the kind of kiss that leaves you dizzy and drenched. 

rafe’s lips leave yours only for a second, his teeth tugging lightly at your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. he pulls back just enough to let it drag between his teeth, his eyes locked on yours, all dark with something feral.

you don’t let him stay in control for long, your hands tighten in his hair, tugging him back to you, and this time it’s your tongue that takes over, sliding against his in a way that has him moaning like a bitch in heat into your mouth. he sucks on it lightly, the sensation only making your panties stick harder to you, and you press closer to him, your legs tightening around his waist, looking for some kind of friction.

when he pulls back, both of you gasping for air, his lips are swollen and glistening, his eyes glazed over with that unmistakable lust.

a string of spit still connects your mouths, and you watch, entranced, as he swipes his tongue across his lips, catching it before smirking at you.

“you kiss me like that again,” he murmurs, “’m not responsible for what happens next.”

[autonomousroboticorganism]

you hide attempt to hide an injury from them (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - you play soccer and get injured, then try your best to play it off (Autobots), you get hurt on the Nemesis and try to play it off (Decepticons)

warnings - none

a/n - writing this the night before an extremely important soccer tournament my team is in, this tournament decides whether or not we go to the second highest woman's league in our country. in case anyone was wondering, one of my teammates did break her arm during one game so it's possible.

OPTIMUS PRIME - broken arm

You don't know how it happened. One minute you're making a tackle, the next you're rolling around on the ground clutching your arm. Your scream of pain alerted the referee, who promptly stopped the game so you could be rushed to the hospital. However, not wanting your big robot lover to worry, you put on a long sleeve shirt at home before going to the base so you could pretend nothing was wrong.

"(Name), why is your one arm thicker than the other?" Miko asked you, tilting her head as her eyes settled on your limp limb.

"Uh, no reason," you lied, then sighed when she gave you a look. "Okay, I broke my arm in a friendly work soccer game today. I just don't want Optimus to know. You know how he worries."

"You do know broken arms take weeks to heal right?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "How are you going to hide it for so long?"

"Hide what for so long?" The leader of the Autobots asked as he came into the room, having heard your voice. "(Name), I was just leaving to come fetch you."

"Oh, no need," you smiled, "I called for a groundbridge."

Jack and Miko exchanged looks, but it wasn't that that alerted the Prime. His gaze fell upon your arm, and though he was no expert in human biology, he definitely knew that they were supposed to be the same size.

"What happened?" He asked, approaching the platform. "What is wrong with your arm?"

As Jack and Miko gave you 'I told you so' looks, you were forced to tell him the truth about your injury, "I had a friendly soccer match today at work, a game we like to play. And I, uh, broke my arm."

The bot's optics went wide when you said that, and he gently took your broken arm into one of his servos, "Were you not going to tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry," you told him. "You have enough to worry about already."

"I will always worry about you, regardless of what other problems I am facing," he scooped you up onto his servo entirely. "Please do not hesitate to tell me, so that I can assist you in any way you need."

You smiled softly, wrapping your good arm around his one digit in a half-hug, "Thank you, love. I'll try to be more careful next time."

The Prime nodded in agreement, then proceeded to carry you around the whole day and help you with whatever you needed or wanted to do. He then let you rest on him, knowing hurt humans needed just as much downtime as hurt Autobots.

BUMBLEBEE - sprained ankle

"I can do this, I can do this..."

"Uh...(Name)?"

You glanced up at your fellow humans as they gaped at you. YOu were sure you had been doing your best to look like you were walking normally, but from the expressions on their faces you assumed you were doing a terrible job.

"What happened?"

"Nothing?" You tried with a nervous smile.

"Come on," Jack encouraged, "You're obviously limping."

You groaned, "Okay, my soccer game was a little rougher than expected. In a difficult tackle, I fell and my foot twisted awkwardly. I have a minor sprain, so I should be good in a few days."

"Do you plan to tell Bee?"

"No, he's only going to worry. Please don't tell him."

Plan Don't Tell Bumblebee fell on its face when the Autobot rolled up to the school to fetch you and Raf. Arcee and Bulkhead also came through, so Raf left you on your own and joined Miko in Bulkhead.

"Raf!" You protested.

"Sorry!" He apologised sheepishly. "I can't do it!"

Once you were sitting in the passenger seat of the scout, he beeped in concern asking what was wrong with your foot.

Your jaw dropped, "How did you-"

He responded with a few more beeps, saying that he wouldn't be a very good scout if he didn't pick up on cues or signs while observing something. You sighed and looked down.

"I...sprained my ankle. In a soccer match."

Worried beeps and whirrs followed that admission, and he started fussing over you and telling you rest when you got back to base. That he would do all your running around or get Jack or Miko to help. And that you were to see June immediately.

"Bee," you whined in complaint, "It's a minor sprain! It'll be healed in a few days, I have a good biokineticist."

He wasn't having any of that, insisting that you see June or you don't get kisses or cuddles from him. You gaped at the steering wheel.

"Bumblebee!" You gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"

He beeped, try me.

"That's so mean," you pouted. "But fine. Since my boyfriend wants to be a big bad bully."

He protested, making you laugh, but proceeded to ensure that you did what he asked at the base. And that you didn't have to walk on your foot any longer than necessary. Overkill for a baby sprain, but you didn't play with kisses and cuddles from the bot.

SMOKESCREEN - torn hamstring

It was extremely difficult to hide this one. When it happened, you screamed and cried like you'd been shot in the leg, because that's exactly what it felt like. Tearing your hamstring was no joke, it was a serious injury that really hampered your ability to walk.

"He's not going to like this," Arcee shifted her weight, uneasy.

"Please?" You begged. "He's going to scold me like I scold him."

"Well, he's not going to be back for a few hours, so maybe we can come up with a story?" Bulkhead suggested, while June was tending to your injury.

"Like what?"

"Hey guys, what are we talking about?" The bot in question popped up behind Bulkhead, but thankfully couldn't see.

"Uh, nothing!" The Wrecker steered him away. "Nurse Darby is just taking a look at Raf. He has a bad cold." Everyone stared at Bulkhead, but he pointed at a very proud-looking Miko.

"Wait, but let me greet (Name)," Smokescreen tried to push his way through. "She came just now, didn't she?"

"She's tired!" Arcee butted in, "Had a long day at university."

"Oh..." Smokescreen deflated. "Well then, tell her I hope she's not walking on that leg she injured." He said it so nonchalantly, you all had to do a double take.

"What?!"

"(Name)," your lover sighed, "I finished my mission early. Tailed you for most of the day. You don't think I would notice?"

You groaned, "It isn't what you think-"

"I just want to make sure you're okay," he bent down to look at you closer when the others finally parted to let him through. "My girlfriend is in pain, I want to help."

You smiled up at him, "You're so sweet, Smoke. Okay, I'll stay off this leg, Nurse Darby is giving me crutches anyway."

"Oh no, I'll carry you."

"Smoke...I have lectures..."

"You're not going."

"For weeks?"

"...Okay, just for the rest of this week," he suggested. "I want to spend time with my physically impaired girlfriend."

"Hey!" You protested. "Who taught Smokescreen those words?!"

Smokescreen just laughed as he scooped you up, gently so as not to aggravate your injury, and held you close to his chassis. He observed your bruised, swollen leg, lips twisting into a frown at the sight. He didn't like seeing you hurt, especially if he couldn't have protected you from it.

"Come on you, we're going to rest and watch movies for the rest of the week." You tried to protest, but he was having none of it.

He took you to his berthroom and lay you down in a comfortable position, making sure to elevate your leg so that you could rest comfortably.

KNOCK OUT - torn MCL (a knee ligament)

The moment your cry of pain echoed through the hallways of the Nemesis, every vehicon in the vicinity froze up. The mad doctor was sure to hear of this, and they could do nothing to stop the wrath he would no doubt inflict on them for this. They hadn't mean to hurt you, but they had also been a bit rougher than they were supposed to and this fact scared them.

"Please don't tell him," one of them pleaded with you.

"Fine, but one of you needs to carry me to his lab because I'm pretty sure I hurt my knee."

You had befriended some of them, others weren't keen on you, but you knew that these ones were being honest. Decepticons in general didn't know how to handle human beings, so it came as no surprise to you that you got hurt.

But Knock Out would strap them to his lab table and open them up if he found out, so you agreed to try and keep it a secret.

The vehicon carrying you lay you down on your boyfriend's tool table, before quickly scurrying out of the room. You watched Knock Out tend to a comatose Megatron, unsure if he had even heard you come in.

"What was that about?" He asked, confirming that he had.

"Oh, uh, nothing," you dismissed it, "I just got too tired to walk back, so I asked one of the vehicons to carry me back."

This got the mad doctor's attention, "What?" His optics zeroed in on you sitting on the table, and he instantly grew suspicious. You were normally active. "Where is your pain?"

"That's so unfair!" You crossed your arms. "You know me too well."

"I'm your boyfriend, darling," he smirked, "I should. Now tell me what those idiots did to you before I go ask them myself."

"We were just playing," you assured him, "I fell, tried to land on my feet and overextended my leg. I heard a pop in my knee, and then felt excruciating pain. Now it feels like my bones are knocking around if I try to walk."

"..." The medic was not amused. "When were you planning to tell me?"

"Uh..."

"You do realise they could have hurt you worse, or even..." He shut his optics and sighed, "Never mind. Let me see." He abandoned Megatron to come look at you, using a tool to scan your knee. "Hmmm, a ligament tear. Not a very serious one, but you'll still be on bedrest for six weeks."

"What?!"

"That's what you get for playing rough, my dear. Now come here, let me distract you from the pain."

His distraction in question was a kiss, before he researched what to do with your injury and got the necessary items to strap you up and brace your knee to stabilise it.

"No strenuous activity for six weeks, other than walking. Even then, keep it short and only when necessary."

"...Fine, Doc Knock."

"Don't call me that!"

WHEELJACK - shin splints

This one didn't kick in until a day after you'd played the game. You'd been teaching Wheeljack and Bulkhead how to play the human sport, and forgotten to properly stretch beforehand. You'd also forgotten that you hadn't played in months. So your shins were strained from overuse after months of inactivity, leaving an incredibly painful burning sensation the next day.

You tried to walk into base looking like you were fine, but your pained expression attracted attention from Bumblebee, who beeped in worry.

"Don't worry Bee, I'm fine," you smiled, but it was a tight one.

Wheeljack and Bulkhead returned from scouting an Energon mine a few moments later, the former immediately picking you up and placing you on his shoulder, missing the pain etched on your face.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" He asked you. "Got into any trouble?"

"No," you admitted, trying to sound upset about it. You also tried to appear nonchalant on his shoulder pad, but that was doing too much and ultimately outed you.

"And what might be the problem with you?" He turned his helm to study your figure. "What's hurting?"

"You don't miss a beat, do you?" You sighed.

"Not when it comes to my only reason for staying on this rock," he smirked, then held you up in his servo to be eye-level with him. "Now tell me, what happened?"

You sighed, "I kind of picked up an old injury after our session yesterday. Just shin splints, nothing serious. They're painful, but minor. They'll go away soon, they always do."

"Anything I can do to help?" He offered.

"Just maybe ask Nurse Darby for some ice, please?"

"You got it."

He set you down on the couch by the TV in the base, then went off to find June, or even Jack. He returned a few minutes later with an ice pack in his servo, and scooped you up again.

"I can press it to my shin myself, you know!" Your cheeks burned, getting flustered.

"Maybe I want to do it for you," he argued.

Your eyes went wide, and you grew even more flustered. An uncontrollable smile formed on your lips, and you lay back on his servo as he pressed the tiny bag to your shin.

"And don't hide any injury from me again, sweetheart."

SOUNDWAVE - concussion

This one was completely by accident and totally embarrassing. You were trying to find your own way up onto his berth, not wanting to bother him by calling for help. But you had made it only a few feet up the side before your foot slipped, and you fell. Your head hit the ground a little too hard, and your vision blurred for a moment. You groaned as you pushed yourself up, but your head began to throb uncontrollably.

"That's just great," you mumbled, rubbing your temples. But when you tried to stand up, you swayed on your feet and stumbled forward, unable to stay balanced. "Concussion, nice."

The Decepticon chose that moment to enter his berthroom, his helm tilting down slightly as he observed you for a moment. He already knew what had happened, he was the eyes and ears of the cons after all, so there was no point trying to hide it.

"I'm fine, Soundwave," you tried reassuring him, but you couldn't even walk to him in a straight line. "Okay, I'll BE fine soon."

He was having none of it, picking you up gently and laying you on his berth. His screen lit up with a question mark, a silent plea to tell him why you hadn't asked him for help.

"I didn't want to bother you," you admitted, casting your gaze to the floor. "You're busy with important stuff."

He bent down in front of you, pointing at you and displaying a red heart on his visor. Meaning - you were important to him too, and he cared about your wellbeing. Then he displayed another screen, which showed tutorials on how to ask for help.

"Ha, ha. So funny," you replied dryly. "But I'm sorry, I just wanted to try and not be useless or helpless for once."

He shook his head, denying that you were any of those. Then he put his visor close to your face, and typed one word onto it: Rest. He wanted you to relax, because you had sustained a concussion.

"Alright, alright," you gave in, laying back down on his berth. You smiled, feeling warm inside at his attempts to take care of you.

And he did so quite well for a Cybertronian accused of having no feeling or emotion. He made sure to get you painkillers and water, an ice pack, and your favourite snacks. How he got them, you didn't want to know. You were just grateful for the love he was showering you with.

SHOCKWAVE - broken nose

Shockwave wasn't in the lab for once, having been ordered by Megatron to go and retrieve more predacon remains. Starscream stormed in, absolutely furious with the Decepticon scientist, and when his optics landed on you he knew the perfect way to get back at Shockwave. Which was why you now lay on the ground, listening to Starscream's laughter fade as he left, tears streaming down your face with blood streaming out of your nose. It was broken, that much you knew, but you were in too much pain to get up.

But when you heard Shockwave's familiar heavy footsteps and his voice briefing Megatron outside, you quickly sat up and wiped your blood off the floor with your shirt, then ripped a piece off and tried to stop the bleeding. You turned away from the door, hoping Megatron and Shockwave wouldn't see you.

"(Name), is everything alright?"

You nodded, "Yes, I'm okay Shockwave. Don't worry."

"So that's what Starscream was so happy about," Megatron mused. "Tend to your pet, Shockwave, and then brief me on your latest developments." With that, he left the room.

"(Name), what happened?" Shockwave asked, picking you up off the floor. "Why is there blood on your clothes and a piece of your t-shirt in your nose?"

You sighed and pulled the reddened material out, allowing blood to gush out once more as you teared up, "Starscream." Your bottom lip trembled, and the pained expression on your face told Shockwave enough, as did the sight of your misshapen nose.

"I will tend to your wounds," your boyfriend began, "And then I will see to it that Starscream be punished for this inexcusable and cowardly act."

"Thank you," you responded quietly.

He helped stop your bleeding, and bandaged your nose. Then he made sure the rest of your body was fine, before he set you down on his table.

"Wait for me here, I shall return to give you physical affection after Starscream has been dealt with."

You smiled at him and nodded, warmth filling you at how much he cared about you and how much he was willing to do for you. You relaxed in the lab while he went to deal with Starscream, and when he returned he delivered the affection he promised. Which was mostly cradling you in his servo or letting you curl up against his neck cables. Nonetheless, you were happy and soon fell asleep as the pain medication kicked in.

[nether-ending-dream]

The LADS Boys' Realistic Kinks

What are they actually into?

Kink list and imagines ♡

I feel like a lot of the kink lists I've seen for the guys haven't been realistic/match their characteristics. Therefore, I wanted to write my own and see whether or not you guys agree with its accuracy! Remember, this is just fiction, and I'm going based off my own thoughts and personal, sexual experiences. Let me know if you're interested in full fics or short imagines. I'd be down to write them or take requests. With that said, enjoy!!

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Rafayel

Switch

Teases/Acts bratty to initate sex

Loves getting and giving hickeys

Thigh fucking

Chastity cages

Would like to try sounding but is too scared.

《Raf!sub》 Impact play. He specifically likes paddles with that leave hearts/designs.

All his toys are aesthetically pleasing and match.

Tail butt plugs, but he's shy so he tends to only wear them when masturbating on his own.

《Raf!sub》 Likes handcuffs, but doesn't like rope (doesn't like how itchy and rough it can feel).

《Raf!dom》 Very much into shibari and practices on mannequins with he's not with you.

Dacryphiliac. Loves being made to cry from pain and occasionally likes seeing you cry from pleasure (makes him feel like he's doing a good job)

《Raf!sub》 Likes receiving anal and keeps his butt clean and prepped

《Raf!dom》 Loves getting head the most because it boosts his ego. He can get very rough with your hair and have you drolling everywhere.

Definitely talkative during sex. Usually a lot of affirmative words and moaning. Checks in quite often and overall pretty conversational during.

In my experience with numerous bottoms, this tends to be how they are. However, as you all know, he enjoys being dominant as well. Though he can be very whiny and shy, he is also caring and intuitive. He prides himself on knowing all your sweet spots and making you into a pretty mess at the end. I'm a professional artist too, so I know the need to strive for perfection in all aspect of our lives. Sex is no different, he's definitely the type who googled "how to kiss" as a teen.

Xavier

Switch but mainly a dom

Exhibitionist. Likes sneaky touches in public or sex in the woods. Quite possessive, but won't make a scene about it.

Vocal and obvious about when he's riled up. Master of foreplay and teasing.

Likes watching you get him off. He adores your face when you go down on him.

Lots of "good girl" and praises

《Xav!sub》 Always tries to hold back moans and act tough while he takes it. Less bratty and more nonchalant. But he likes taking orders from you and letting you lead.

《Xav!dom》 has a thing for spit and degradation. He likes it sloppy.

Somnophiliac. Sleepy sex, cuddle sex, morning sex, etc.

Toys and vibrators to enhance the session

Not really into bondage cause he likes when you're both touchy and explore with your hands.

《Xav!sub》 Surprisingly would be into cross dressing or puppy play

I don't really know anyone like Xavier in real life, since he's so myserious and calm. He's like a hidden gem when it comes to sex. Tends to be more vanilla, but hes still very flirtatious and can be rough. Since he finishes quick, he loves edging. Doesn't really sleep around, so it may seem like he's inexperienced, but hes extremely loyal.

Zayne

Soft dom, doesn't really enjoy bottoming, he'd rather pleasure you.

Lots of soft words, pretty pet names, and check-ins to make sure you're okay. Loves getting you to be vocal. Will pretend he didn't hear you so you can say dirty things.

His favorite position is doggie while holding your arms back. He loves looking at you and flashes a smile while you're turned around.

Bodyworship and massages, takes his time leaving kisses and soft bites all over you.

Premium aftercare and knows how to set the mood. Lots of candles, dim lights and soft music.

Guilty pleasure is roleplay. He can really get into it and play along. He thinks its fun to dress up as different dynamics.

[I've been waiting for this moment my whole life] Sounding. Since he's a surgeon, he has access to the high quality rods. He knows how to sound safely and loves either sounding you or himself.

Though he is sweet, he can be rough when he's really riled up. He'll mumble words with his head thrown back, picking up speed and grabbing you tightly.

Only slightly spanking, but he does enjoy watching you tear up from pleasure. He likes watching your ass get red.

Really into your thighs and labia. Will spenda lot of time kissing you there before eating you out.

Of course his surgeon hands know your weak points. Master at fingering.

Has a thing for tongues, whether it's watching you lick his shaft, putting his fingers in your mouth or licking your body.

With him, you'll probably never have bad sex in your life. Though if he's too "by the book" and gets formulatic, just let him know because he definitely has new things he wants to try. Super keen to your needs and can never get enough of you. He can usually go for multiple rounds. Master of aftercare.

Sylus

Strictly a dom. He gets a laugh out of watching you try to dominate him, but it always ends up with him back on top.

Heavily into impact play. His tool of choice tends to be a belt

Bondage with cuffs and blindfolds. He's not as dedicated to learning shibari as an art form, but he knows basics ties and how to do it safely.

Not into public exhibitionism (he has an image to uphold), but he loves a private show. He enjoys watching you from afar (lap dance, pole dance, mutual masturbation, etc.)

Slightly into voyeurism, in the sense that he loves teasing you by walking around the house with only a towel or a robe.

His secret fanstasy is dog masks. In an alternate universe where you're dominating him, he'd love to get on his knees with a collar.

LOVES anal. Although he is always sure to fully prep you, the second you're ready, it's non-stop roughness until you both finish.

Fingering>Head. While he does enjoy watching you go down on him, he gets too riled up too quick and wants his hands all over your body.

If he is getting head, he's definitely throat fucking you with your neck over the bed.

Definitely into knife play and I think he'd also enjoy spurs.

Wax and temperature play

Dirty, nasty talk. Lots of curses (unless you don't like that, he accommodates to you) lots of pet names.

Biting and grabbing whenever he can.

Loves giving oily massages.

Baths/showers for aftercare + body worship

Reluctantly giving credit where it's due, Aries knows how to fuck. It's going to be rough and heated. Since he's a busy guy, he always makes sure to give his darling a good time. He's a try everything once kind of guy, so whatever you have in mind, he'll make it happen. Very confident in his sexual abilities, but is always looking to improve any weak points.

[obx-pogue4life]

The Right Path For Us

Summary: Rafe just wants to be able to feel his girl without anything between them and that need turns into a conversation which leads y/n and Rafe to realize they just might finally be ready to start a family together

Warnings: Fluffy smut. Slight breeding kink, begging, swearing, kissing, slight dirty talk, mentions of sex, pregnancy and marriage

"Please baby? Let me feel all of you without a condom,"  my boyfriend Rafe begged. "I need to feel you against my cock. Don't you want to feel me without that barrier in between us? Don't you want to feel my hot cum shoot into you, painting your insides with my seed?

"What I want Rafe, is to not get pregnant by my idiot boyfriend who thinks it's ok to just unload in me freestyle because he wants to feel all of me," I say to him sternly. I'm gonna stick with no.

"Awww come on y/n, what's the worst thing that could happen? You get pregnant? So fucking what! Who cares if I knock you up! You don't want that? Please...I know you. You'd love it if I put a baby in that belly of yours. You'd love carrying around a little Cameron and have everyone know that you belong to me.

I start to blush and Rafe gives me that shit eating grin of his, knowing that what he said is right on the money. "I fucking knew it," he brags.

"OK fine, but just because you technically may not be wrong does not mean I am ready- actually scratch that, that WE are ready for a baby Rafe.

"Pffffftttt," he says looking directly at me. He takes my hand and laces our fingers and leads us to the couch. I follow him but am a little surprised at his sudden silence. We both sit down, him still holding my hand and sit a minute in silence. "Do you know how much I love you, y/n?," he quietly asks, turning to face me.

I mimic his turn on the couch and notice how serious he is. "Of course I do Rafe. I love you just as much, with all my heart," you answer him, grabbing for his other hand. I put it directly over my heart and place my hand over his. "Forever," I say softly. Rafe's face lights up immediately and he moves our hands from my chest to his, repeating the word that means so much to him.

"Forever," he says to me. "I would love nothing more than to start a family with you y/n."

"I'm barely 20 years old," I say desperately trying to come up with reasons to tell this gorgeous man in front of me as to why we should not have a baby right now.

"Well that's a shit reason," he says chuckling. "Just because we're young doesn't mean we aren't ready. We are plenty mature and have plenty of money. NEXT," he says confidently.

"Well...we aren't married, we aren't even engag-," he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"That is 100% your own doing y/n and you know it. If I had my way, we would have been married a long time ago.

"If you had your way, we would have been married in high school and we might not have made it here because you know perfectly well that it would have been really hard to make an actual marriage work when we still have to worry about getting to homeroom on time and submitting book reports," I say as calmly as I can muster.

We have had this talk many times over the past several years of dating and we both agreed to hold off until I was finished with college and Rafe played a bigger part in his dad's company. I know that him just being a Cameron alone would support us well beyond our means, that is always a big part of our arguments, but it's very important to me to know that we can make it on our own and support ourselves by having real jobs and skills to fall back on just incase we ever needed them. I also wanted to make damn well sure that Rafe knows I loved him despite his money, not because of it and this was a clear way for me to prove that to him; not that he ever questioned it but I never want to give him a reason to. With a family like the Cameron's, there comes a lot of underlying responsibility and a lot of obligations and I never felt ready for all of that, no matter how much I loved Rafe. Well...until now, that is.

"I still think we would have been fine but that was then y/n," he presses. "What about now?"

"Are you actually being serious right now," you say slowly, thinking.

"Serious as a heart attack baby," he states coolly.

"Please baby? You know I will always take care of you and you know how much I love you. It's only a matter of time before you're a Cameron anyway," he smirks at you, leaning in for a kiss. I sigh into his mouth, knowing he's right and struggle to come up with any real reasons why not to at least try to start a family. It probably wouldn't happen right away anyway and I know how much having his own family means to him. I also know he will always make good on his promise to take care of me and to love me. So maybe now could be the right time?

"So I'm not saying yes but-," THERE'S A BUT!, he interrupts.

"Oh my gosh, eager much," I tease him, poking him in the ribs and smiling. "I'm not saying yes but if I were to agree to this, I want to hear you tell me that this just isn't just about sex. I need to hear you without you trying to put the moves on me that you really want this as much as you say you do Rafe because so so help me god, if you're lying to me just to get me to let you fuck me without a condom-," BABY he interrupts again.

"You know me better than that. I would never trick you like that! What kind of a jerky bastard do you think I am?!," he feigns in mock rage.

"I know that," you sigh apologetic. "This is just a huge step for us and I just really need to make sure we both want this for the same reasons."

"We?," he questions, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Yes, we," I say to him, smiling back happily.

"You know how badly I want you and to start a family together," he says taking his arms and draping them around my neck. I might have started out like a little bit of a jerk earlier but it's just because I love you so much and my need for you clouds my mind sometimes. And I know that sounds like a line but you know in your heart that I mean every word of it. The pleasure we'd feel would just be an added bonus y/n," he smirks at me.

"Is that so?" I say egging him on.

"Oh baby," he says raspily, his eyes filling with lust. "You have no idea how good it's gonna be."

I feel myself gulp as my eyes widen from his confidently naughty confession. My breathing gets a bit faster and Rafe immediately notices my body stiffen in front of him.

"What are you thinking, y/n," he asks me, resting his head against my forehead.

"That I want you," I immediately say and then blush. I can feel Rafe's eyelashes fluttering against my face and the way his breath begins to pick up. He presses his lips to mine in a sweet kiss and I can feel the smile on his face. After a minute he pulls away to look at me.

"What else do you want?," he asks me, his tone desperate to hear my words of affirmation.

"I really want to start a family with you," I tell him earnestly. I always have. I just wasn't sure we were ready for it until...," I look at him as the realization washes over me. "Well... until this exact moment. It just feels so right. The more I hear you talk about it, the more it just makes such perfect sense."

Before I could barely finish my thought his lips were on mine in a fevered panic, needy and wanting, as if he hadn't kissed me in ages. Between breaths he paused only to say how much he loves me and how happy I make him, confirming to me that this was absolutely the right path for us. As he lay me down on the couch, his body is pressed flush against mine as he puts my hands over my head and clutches my wrists. I sigh in complete content as he kisses my neck and I let my eyes close allowing that familiar feeling to start bubbling up inside me.

"Raaaaffeee," I moan out, letting him know how good he's making me feel.

"I know baby," he says in between biting and sucking on my delicate skin. He moves to my mouth and gives me a long, sweet kiss. His tongue melds with mine so perfectly, it makes me wonderfully dizzy and all I can think about is how in love I am with him. When he stops kissing me and pulls away it takes me a second to come back to earth. I open my eyes and find him smiling, staring at me and his necklace dangling right in front of my nose. I playfully grab the chain gently and he leans in and kisses me sweetly on the nose.

"What?," I say giggling. He's still looking at me with that goofy grin on his face and he once again makes me blush.

"Now," he says with a twinkle in his eye. "I just have to get you to agree to marry me."

[in1-nutshell]

Hi, can you please write a sequel to Susan's story. I thought and it occurred to me that it should go on like this: After the day described before, a week passes and little interesting happens during all this time. Unless, of course, you count the day when Susan assembled a detector from all sorts of junk that, in her opinion, should capture energy anomalies. To the annoyance of Autobots and children, these anomalies are Autobot life signals. All day long, Susan walked around the city tracking the Autobots, who barely managed to escape from the annoying schoolgirl. But it all ended when the Raf used equipment at the base to send a strong energy pulse that caused the detector to explode right in Susan's face. But after this excess, everything went back to normal. As the new week begins on Monday, Susan arrives at school handing out invitations to all her classmates to come to her house to watch the meteor shower in her backyard. For her, this is such a rare and significant event that she put on her special astronomer hat. And as you might guess, all of her classmates either lied that they were busy, or pretended to be interested but weren't really going to come, or outright refused or laughed in her face. The only ones who really want to come are Jack and the Raf (Despite Miko's warnings that this party is just a sophisticated trap) They thought it would be possible to go to this party at least out of pity (Jack especially saw this as an opportunity to apologize to Susan for the broken camera) But despite their wishes, they could not come because they had been helping the Autobots with a very important mission all evening. Which brings us to the backyard of the Farmfield house, lined with folding chairs and decorated with homemade decorations. Where Susan is sitting and waiting for someone to come. She waits and waits, but nothing. After a while, the sliding door opens with a sharp movement and Susan's mother comes out of the house. (A little clarification: After Susan's grandfather died, her parents moved back to house in Jasper to "take care" of their daughter. Although in fact they only moved because their business went bankrupt and they need a place to live) A woman looks around the backyard, looking at the decorations with disdain.

Mom: What is this all about, Susan? The woman asked with irritation in her voice.

Susan: Oh, it's all for my little party. One of the rarest meteor showers is going to happen today, and I thought it would be fun to share this rare phenomenon with someone. And I think if you and Dad join in, that would be it…

The girl happily tried to explain her idea until her mother unceremoniously interrupted her.

Mom: Susan, not me, not your father, and no one else in the whole world is interested in some stupid space-flying rocks.

The woman said with growing irritation in her voice.

Susan:Well, some of my classmates agreed to come, so they're interested.

The girl said with hope in her voice.

Mom: Ha, where are they?

She asked with mockery in her voice

Susan: Maybe… Maybe they're just late.

Susan: Maybe… Maybe they're just late.

She said clinging to the last shred of hope

Mom: Or maybe they just lied to you and you, being an empty-headed fool, took their word for it?

Saying this, every word is laced with poison

SUSAN: But… But they promised

Susan said sniffling, tears in her eyes

Mom: Oh my God, are you crying!? Stop it!

The woman shouted .

Susan: I'm sorry, Mom.

Susan muttered, trying to wipe away her tears

Mom: You know, it's because of your excessive sensitivity and your stupid hobbies that you can't make friends. You're just like your grandfather, a weirdo who will be laughed at for the rest of your miserable life.

Susan: I'm sorry

Susan mumbled even more softly than last time, still crying no matter how hard she tried to stop.

Mom: You know what, I don't care, live your miserable life any way you want.

The woman muttered at the end, turning around and walking back into the house. On the way there, she knocked over a couple of chairs and tore a couple of ornaments from the trees.

Mom:And take away all this garbage!

She shouted as she entered the house and slammed the door behind her.

Leaving Susan to sit alone, feeling like she's the loneliest person in the universe.

I'm sorry if this is too much, I just got carried away.

And I'm sorry if I've already sent this request, my Internet is buggy.

I teared up a bit reading this.

Poor Susan!

Susan will be okay, I promise!

Hope you enjoy!

Jack, Miko, and Raf vs Susan Farmfield part 2

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Human reader

TFP

Susan was still the trio enemy.

…Well, more Miko’s than Jack and Raf.

Jack didn’t see much harm with Susan.

She couldn’t even hurt a fly.

The only thing he would count as Susan hurting someone is having them sit in a room with her for 24 hours talking about conspiracy theories.

Raf honestly felt sorry for her.

He had her as a science partner once and it was fun!

He even got a couple of cool stickers from her.

Raf just hated that she had to look into places that could expose the bots.

Miko straight up hated her.

She saw the other girl as her prime nemesis, like the Autobots saw the Decepticons as their nemesis.

She was DETERMINED to make sure that Susan never got a hold of anything related to the bots or anything on them.

At school… Jack, Miko, and Raf are walking through the hallway. They spot Susan getting her books from her locker. A couple of new band aids cover parts of her face. Raf: ���Susan? You, okay?” Susan jumps a bit, but smiles seeing it was the trio. Susan: “Oh yeah! I’m fine!” Jack: “What about those band aids from?” Susan: “Well, I was testing out a new invention I made last weekend. It can detect strange or unusual energy pulses. I hit a really big one the other night and it kinda exploded on my face.” Miko: “Well it was put out of its misery then.” Jack: “Miko.” He nudges her ribs a bit. The comment flies over her head. Susan: “But it did teach me to widen the range, but still back to square one. See you guys later!” Susan walks off. Jack and Raf turn to a smug Miko. Jack: “Is that why you told Raf to fire the energy pulse?” Miko: “Maybe, maybe not.” Raf: “Miko! That could have hurt her!” Miko: “So what? She’s the enemy.”

It was later that week when the trio found Susan passing something around the class.

It was an invitation to see a meteor shower from her backyard.

Jack and Raf winced as they saw students laugh and taunt in Susan’s face for making the ‘dumb party’ in the first place.

Other just made excuse not to go.

If there was one thing the trio, yes including Miko, could respect was that Susan was as stubborn as they came and followed through plans till the end.

Even if they blew up in her face.

Raf was the first person to tell Susan that he wanted to go.

The young boy had never seen Susan speechless and so happy at the same time.

Jack followed as well, mainly because he felt he owed Susan a solid after Arcee crushed her polaroid camera a couple weeks ago.

Miko reluctantly agreed, keep your friends close and your enemies closer right?

When the trio told the bots this, there were mixed reactions.

Arcee was curious on why the girl wanted to invite others to her home to watch some meteors.

It wasn’t a big deal.

Bumblebee was worried that it could be a trap, or Susan was going to do something to them.

Bulkhead did not want them going to Susan’s house. Point blank.

Optimus and Ratchet had mixed feelings about this human, but they both agreed to keep on optic out for her.

It was the night of the meteor shower when a couple of Decepticons showed up in a sector near an energon vein.

It was all servos and hands on deck.

The bots would go in the retrieve the energon while the kids would help keep visual and have the groundbrigde ready.

All three of them completely forgetting that they had plans that night.

Susan waiting patiently with a tray of homemade cupcakes and snacks in a lawn chair. Maybe everyone was running late. Or they forgot last minute, and they were getting ready. Her mother comes outside. Mother: “And what is all of… this?” Susan: “It’s for the Meteor shower party. You know, the one I told you about… like 9 times.” Mother: “Don’t you get smart with me missy!” She sneers at the décor and snacks. Mother: “And why on Earth would you waste all this food and paper for a party for yourself?” Susan: “No, I gave out invitations. They’ll be coming.” Mother: “Susan, if there’s one thing, I do know about you is that you have no friends. Just like your disgrace of a grandfather.” Susan narrowing her eyebrows. Mother: “Don’t give me that look! He had no friends because he drove them all away with his stories and lies!” Susan: “They were tru—” Mother: “SHUT IT!” Susan clamps her mouth and feels a familiar sting in her eyes. Mother: “Quite your crying kid! You don’t cry! Just quite it!” Susan: “What? Quite what?” Mother: “EVERYTHING! You think your going to get anywhere in this world by holding onto that weird little hobby of yours? Do you really think anyone will like you if they hear you spouting this nonsense? Look at yourself Stacy!” Susan: “Its Susan.” Mother: “Whatever! Just clean all of this junk up by tomorrow morning or I swear you will never see your telescope again!” SLAM! The lights in the house turned off. Susan slowly knelt to the ground letting out soft sobs while holding herself tightly. Maybe they were late… Maybe they got stuck in traffic… Maybe they… They… Following school day… The trio is walking down the hall. Raf: “I still feel bad that we didn’t go.” Jack: “I’m sure she’ll understand. We just had things to do.” Miko: “More important things than a meteor shower.” The stop when they see Susan again. She looks… different… Susan spots the trio and freezes a bit before slowly walking past them. Miko raises an eyebrow. Miko: “That was weird.” Raf: “She’s upset Miko.” Miko: “Please, Susan Farmfield never gets upset.” Jack looking at Susan going into the classroom with a defeated look on her face. Jack: “You sure about that?” Miko: “She’s just doing one of those sympathy tricks. Trust me the enemy will go back to normal when she sees her plan isn’t working.”

Since the party, Susan started having second thought about everything she had worked for.

Don’t get her wrong she still believed that there were aliens and unknown things that needed to be discovered.

But… what if part of what her mother was saying was right?

No, she came to far to start second guessing herself now.

Who needs friends anyway?

Susan Farmfield was going to find those aliens.

For her Grampa!

Susan was walking near one of the forested areas with her new energy detector. BING! BING! The machine had detected something. Something at the bottom of the gorge. Carefully Susan climbs to the bottom and gasps. It was a pod of some sort… Definitely alien origin. Susan pats the frost glass. Susan: “Hello?” The glass open startling the girl and she falls backwards and stares at the giant coming out of the pod. Groaning, a large bot sits up, stretches a bit before looking around and spots Susan. Susan waves awkwardly. The bot slowly waves back. Susan: “I don’t mean any harm. My name is Susan. Do you have a name?” The bot grumbles a bit. Susan: “What? Iroh eef?” The bot clears his vents a bit before giving a small smile. Ironhide: “The names Ironhide, kid.”

[ivohex]

hii i have a request

i think it would be super could to see how the guys, specifically sylus or rafayel’s (your choice) coming to terms with the fact that mc has moved on. like imagine them finally finding the one they’ve searched for, then they find out that she has a whole new life and is married/engaged

if you’re not comfortable writing this then that’s ok <3

Prompt: Rafayel finally finds you again after so many years... only to find you've gotten engaged.

Genre: Angst, a tiny bit dark

Word Count: ~600

Relationship: Rafayel/reader

Tags: takes place during Raf's Addictive Pain anecdote so is slightly canon divergent, stalker Rafayel, jealousy, one mention of fantasizing about self-harm (I'M SORRY), sad and angry Raf :(

Author's Notes: nonnie please forgive me for the direction I took this fic but I just know Rafayel would NOT be normal abt this 😰😰

He's always had a knack for finding people.

But not always at the right time.

By the end of the first day, though, he can see it plainly in your eyes. He recognizes that look, because you'd once given it to him.

His world nearly falls apart when he catches a glimpse of something sparkling on your left ring finger.

If he had been quicker–if he had found you first–would it have made a difference? You're both so young, so who's to say it'll even last? But the evidence is undeniable.

You clearly intend on marrying that boy. Whoever the hell he is.

And now Rafayel doesn't know what to do. He knows what he wants to do—but he imagines you'd have a rather distasteful reaction to him storming over and tearing you over to his side, away from the wretch that always has an arm slung over your shoulders as you walk across the courtyard together to your next class.

He watches the pair of you depart in stony silence. Right now, he doesn't even have the energy to pretend to be invested in the smalltalk of his fellow professors.

He has a fleeting thought that he should fling himself into ocean and dissolve into foam right then and there. Too bad it's a bit of a drive to the coast from here. Besides, he's already started following you before he had a moment to really think about it.

A week later he runs into you in the hallway.

Really, it's more like you run into him. One moment he's stepping out of the stairwell, and the next you're colliding face-first into his chest. It takes a great deal of self-restraint on Rafayel's part not to crush you into his arms, but he manages.

"Ow!" you yelp.

"Ouch!" he says at the same, playing up his own hurt.

He takes a little too much enjoyment in how quickly you fluster.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you!"

He waits a beat. A wave of disappointment crashes over him when there's no spark of recognition in your gaze and you don't fling yourself into his arms, but he weathers it well. It's not the first time, after all.

"Your head is, like, super hard," he complains, rubbing the spot over his heart. It doesn't hurt, really. Not in a physical sense, at least.

You fluster again. "You came out of nowhere."

"I came from the stairwell," he corrects. "You were practically sprinting, so..."

You grunt, looking away. "Sorry. Again. I'm late for class."

"You're always late for this class, because you have to book it across the entire campus to get here."

A statement, not a question. He doesn't have to ask, because he's already memorized your school schedule, including the one window during your day where that little parasite isn't glued to your side because your classes don't line up.

At the look on your face, he laughs.

"Just guessing. Well, get going, little miss. Not all professors are as merciful as I am, you know."

He neatly steps to the side. You spare him a final glance, then bound up the steps two at a time.

Rafayel watches you leave in silence. But his mind is anything but quiet.

Two more weeks. He'll guest lecture here for two more weeks. And if in that time he can't ignite even a fragment of your memory, of your shared bond... he'll let you go.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

Even when he knows in that empty space where his heart used to be that he'll chase you to the ends of the earth if he has to.

[nadinefromwhere]

I love you even for 800 years and more (rafayel x reader)

hi guys so uhh im back after going poof for 2 months- BUT YEAH SO REGARDING THE SELF AWARE FIC IM HALFWAY DONE JUST 2K MORE WORDS I ONLY FINISHED RAFA AND ZAYNES PART BUT I PROMISE ILL TRY POSTING THE FIC BY THE END OF THE YEAR!! word count: 631 Warning: fluff, a bit of angst?, i only proof read this once- PLUS JOIN MY UPDATES GANG💥💥 fanfic updates

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“Then what does your home look like?” the girl's eyes sparkled in curiosity, looking at the young merman before her, staring at her back. They were only children when they first met, back then it was a warm summer night as the waves calmly crashed at the shore, their very first meeting.and probably the last.

It was a distant memory, now you, a grown woman who had been working at the hunters association for 3 years now, have always remembered that single moment back then when she was a child. Every night you had dreamt about that single moment, the other person's voice….it sounds familiar but eventually as time went by, his face became nothing but a blurred one in your dreams….

“RAFAYEL COME BACK HERE” you say as you chase him down the shore, his laughing echoing into your ears, the scene unfolding before you as if it had happened before…

Before you could reach him, something flashes before your eyes, a scene that you have never seen before. It was rafayel but.. He was holding a girl. She was barely moving and she stood still like a doll, the velvet red gushing out of her chest, with him crying with no response from the girl..

What the fuck is happening..

“Cutie? Cutie are you all right?” As you snap out the first thing you see was rafayel showing a sign of concern towards you, his bluish - pink eyes staring into your gray - colored toned eyes.

“Don't worry honey i am” You say returning a smile at him, which led to him being suspicious.

The dream has been occurring non stop since last week, first was you and Rafayel in the deep sea then after you both were in the desert. A dream that you did remember was the one in the sea, you had found yourself next to a sleeping Rafayel, his breathing calm as the sounds of water surrounding you both. 

Rafayel, he couldn't stand it much longer. He was concerned for you. What was in your mind? Did something happen back at the beach? Why weren’t you sleeping properly this past few days? 

“Cutie please…tell me what happened?” He asked one day as you both were in the couch just cuddling each other on a rainy morning

“There's nothing wrong i promise-” Before you could usher another word, he stops you, his eyes filled with worry about your well being.

“You've been saying you're fine for the past few days but you're not, plus you look like you barely slept the past week plus work has been keeping you busy and you like your going to get sick soon. So please, my love, tell me what's going on. I can help you. You don’t have to always have that strong facade 24/7 you know” 

“Raf i-”

“Please?”

“....fine but i just don’t know how to explain it…..”

Rafayel was on all ears. He didn't care about the artworks he had to finish by today or either Thomas calling him to finish. All his attention was on you, suddenly tearing up from what happened

“I remember…I remember everything that happened back then..” You say letting out a sob as at one point you couldn't hold it in anymore resulting to you bursting into tears

“Everything? you remember every single thing?”

“Yes raf. Everything”

“Even when…it happened?”

“Mhhm”

“Cutie come here” he says, going to you hugging. You hug him back, your tears staining his white shirt as he whispers words of comfort.

“I love you..i'm sorry you had to go through everything…just for me” you say still sobbing 

“I would do anything just for you,” Rafayel says, kissing your forehead.

Even after 800 years of waiting, he finally found you but at what cost? 

[witchofthesouls]

You got me hooked on the battle couple and since your the only dealer I'm making it your problem!

Imagine its not poetics or gifts or even battle prowess that wins miko over no. its his fucking musical ability!! Tarn gets it in his head to serenade his beloved with someones freshly removed head as a gift for good measure and for some reason that's what does it for miko who pounces him once the song is done. The next day tarn is walking with a limp hanging off her arm like a pampered trophy wife looking like he got mauled by a bear and miko looks far to pleased with herself.

It's funny because Tarn exhibits many qualities her kin appreciate, and frustrates her even more!

Her cousins would definitely roast her in a good-natured way because of the mysterious mech's dedication with fresh kills and lovely courting gifts.

Oh, and they match, too. Pink and purple complement each other!

Miko is sulking underwater because Cybertronians like to stay from it.

Of course, Tarn plants himself on the beach, bank, pier, or rockside to wait for her. If there's wide space, then he's writing scripts into the dirt and sand via his tank treads or using pretty rocks.

I don't know if it's funny or terrible if Tarn's ability doesn't injure Miko. Not out of fated bondmate bullscrap, but because her seablood heritage came out and sees it as not only a siren-like potential mate but entwined in the words are the undeniable score of her other half of a Soulsong.

Instead of pain, it enraptures.

Think of it as some sort of seablood catnip to the average seafolk, but on Miko? She can't tamp down the instinctual urge to warble out her own part.

Tarn is delighted over the fact that they'll have a private duet. Meanwhile, the others (minus Raf, Jack, and June) are increasingly disturbed by the haunting, ethereal noise that is enemanting from everywhere and nowhere as Miko gets back into singing in sea-tongue.

Not even the exquisite temperatures of a hotsprings could overcome their collective anxiety over it.

Jack and Raf calls them out for it because they managed to go against robot Satan and hordes of the undead, and yet a mating call is what spooks them the most.

It's the ambiance, they said. It's the middle of wild nature with an eerie back-and-forth echo of lovely yet haunting notes. Nothing else is disturbed by their sensors. Where is it coming?

It's Miko. Underwater. She knows how to suppress herself and hide her presence. She's enjoys hunting.

Probably culminates into this:

Miko: "What if I fuck him?"

Jack: "Don't do it."

Miko: "But I do it in a way he wouldn't expect it."

Jack: "Miko, I love you, and we spent lifetimes together, but I'm finding out things I don't know if I want to know."

Miko: "I'm gonna peg his ass."

Jack: "... What if he likes it?"

Miko (not listening): "I always wanted to peg an ass."

Jack (giving up): "Find a good harness then."

Raf (who's been there the entire time): "Ask about lube. You'll need it for aft ports."

Miko: "Ratchet’s been running away from me. I'm gonna need a trap because I need more info."

(Cue a reluctant sex ed for Cybertronian frames starring Ratchet with special guests' input on war-frames from Soundwave and Knock Out.)

[jinwoosbabyboo]

So, you did a post of the boys being jealous, but I was wondering how would you rank each guy from most jealous to least jealous/possessive? Also, what kind of jealous are they.

P.S. Xavier's "It's nothing personal" still cracks me up. You're hilarious.

Most to Least Jealous

Who's the most to least jealous among the four of them? Here's what I think.

A/N: had to do a little switcher-roo w/ Zayne & Sylus because Zayne definitely gets more jealous than Sylus & it’s adorable

Xavier

Xavier without a doubt is taking first place here. This man was jealous when Jeremiah had his arm around MCs shoulder. He gets upset anytime MC compliments Lumiere. Xavier PLEASE Lumiere IS YOU.

Don't get me wrong I understand the notion of "He wants MC to love him for him not his Lumiere alter-ego" I get that. It's sweet that he's "Xavier .... Just Xavier" with MC.

Aside from him being jealous of himself though even in his myth he gets jealous when Jeremiah touches her or she speaks about Jeremiah he even blew in her eye because she "had a hooligan in her eye" referring to Jeremiah. He wants to be the only person in her eyes, mind, and heart.

Rafayel

Rafayel is jealous, but he's more clingy/needy than jealous (and I love that) He doesn't like being ignored by MC and gets antsy and dramatic when she takes too long to respond.

He wants all of MCs attention at all hours of the day. He wants to have her attention 24/7, but realistically he knows that can't happen so he just wants as much as possible.

Zayne

Zayne does indeed get jealous he’s not as jealous as Xav or as dramatic and pouty as Raf but he gets jealous. He isn’t as expressive with his jealousy but he still has a childlike jealousy vibe. He’s so smitten with MC he just wants all her affection he’s touch starved for heavens sake. He's secure within himself, but he finds the world itself boring and MCs vivacity makes his life interesting. So of course he gets jealous when something else is stealing his girls attention.

Also I imagine him being a little possessive when it comes to doing something for you because that’s how he shows his love. His actions are louder than his words.

Sylus

Sylus is extremely secure in himself he doesn't get jealous. At least that's probably what he tells himself. This man isn't "im gonna pout" jealous he's more of flash/zing of jealousy before setting himself straight like "Wait a minute ... she's mine ... I'm the whole loaf the rest of you are the breadcrumbs" and he's back to his confident self-assured sexy self.

If you want to see him get jealous change his pet name for you and when he asks "Am I the only one to call you that?" if you choose the "You should be" answer he's like "Who else is there? that doesn't matter you have me now" or something like that.

[chershire23]

What, he's adorable!

Rodimus was walking around base bored outta his processor. Optimus practically grounded him to base for a while after he and Miko's last stunt together. He doesn't understand though he's a Prime for crying out loud and Miko was just fine on the battle field with them. After all he had her safely tucked away in his subspace and she could watch all the action through a screen he provided her with while inside. But it doesn't do one well to dwell on the past for too long. He soon spots Raf the youngest of his human friends working on his computer.(when wasn't he working on the thing?)

“Hey Raffy boy! How's it going?” He asks a smile on his face as he leans down to see over Rafs shoulder to look at what the boy was doing. “Hey Rodimus, I'm just doing a project for some extra credit for a college class I'm taking. And please don't call me that its the same thing Vince calls me when he picks on me.” Raf says adjusting his glasses. “Huh, want me to rough him up for you?” Rodimus asks with a smirk, making Raf giggle a little. “I can handle Vince, besides you don't want to get into anymore trouble with Optimus than you already are.” Raf says turning back to his computer to begin typing once more.

“Oh come on whos he gonna tell about a giant robot that beat him up without ending up in one of your human psych wards?” Rodimus asks standing up straight to gesture to himself. He settles down afterwards and leans against the platform Rafs on his head laying atop his folded arms. “I have another question for you as well kid. Why do you take all these high level classes. No offense or anything but everyone knows how smart you are, your practically a real life young Sheldon. Without all the cowardice and spoiled attitude of course.” Rodimus says a soft yet curious smile now coming over his features.

Raf loses a bit of his smile before shaking his head. “Well when you live in a family as big as mine you have to do everything in your power just to be seen.” He says his voice filled with a hint of sadness. “And how big is your family exactly?” Rodimus asks as he picks up his head giving the boy his full attention. “I'm the youngest out of five children. And while there are families almost three times as big its still hard to get my parents attention at times.” he explains a frown having taken over his face. “So that's why I do all this stuff and take all these extra classes. So that I can one make my parents proud and be able to have their attention, even if it's just for a minute.” He explains.

“Now I gotta get back to work on this its due on monday.” Raf says before turning all his attention back to his work. Rodimus stands up his eye narrowed in thought. “Huh, well then I just might have to fix that.” he breaths out softly to himself.

(Time skip)

Bumblebee was in all honesty worried and confused it was almost time to take Raf home and he couldn't find his tiny friend anywhere. He makes it back to the common room and sees Rodimus leaning against the wall looking way to smug for anything to be good. “Rodimus, you wouldn't happen to know where Raf is would you?” Bee asks him his beeping tone low with suspicion. “Huh Raf? No I uh, I haven't seen him Bee sorry.” Rodimus says as he avoids looking into the slightly younger bots eyes. Bee narrows his eyes as he watches Rodimus’ arms seemingly tighten around his chest. Right in front of his subspace.

Bee lets out a sigh before holding out a hand. “Let him out and hand him over Rodimus I Have to take him home now.” He beeps in frustration. “Oh come on wouldn't you like to keep Raf here at base with us? In fact wouldn't it be safer for all the humans to remain here with us. I mean Raf just told me his family barely pays any attention to him. So why don't we be his new family hmm?” Rodimus inquires trying to get Bee on bored with his plan. Bee just shakes his head and thrusts his hand forward agian. “Now Rodimus before I get Optimus involved.” He angrily beeps and Rodimus sighs loudly. “Fine but in my defense he's too adorable to not want to adopt.” He pouts and inside his subspace he releases Raf from the seat belts and opens it up to let him out.

Bumblebee takes Raf from Rodimus with a glare and cradles the boy protectively to his chest. “What can you blame me? He's adorable! Rodimus exclaims at a retreating Bee. Raf despite being a little shaken was very very amused.

thank you @callsign-relic for helping me pick a prompt! I would have had it done sooner if I hadn't had to help my mom convince my dad to go to the ER after he quite literally got yeeted through the window of a mini excavator. He should be ok but you never know with my dad as he likes to hide injuries when he feels there is work to be done.

[foundtherightwords]

As the Sun Will Rise - Chapter 6

Pairing: Grunauer (Overlord) x OFC, Beauty & the Beast retelling

Summary: After losing most of his unit in a disastrous D-Day mission, Derwin Grunauer returns to his hometown near Miami, body riddled with scars and heart heavy with guilt, only to find his neighbors shunning him due to his German name. He retreats into his family mansion and remains there, unwilling to rejoin the living, until the day Alba Reyes turns up at his door with a basket full of warm bread. As the daughter of a Cuban immigrant, Alba knows something of being an outsider, and when she offers to work for Derwin as his housekeeper, it is not only to pay off her father's debt to the Grunauers, but also because she feels some connection to the reclusive young man. When that connection develops into something more, they must overcome both the town's prejudice and their own doubts to find happiness.

Chapter warnings: mentions of bullying/racism

Chapter word count: 4.4k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Alba mentioned the alligator to no one, not even Beatriz. If Papi knew there was an alligator so close by, he would never let her and Beatriz leave the bakery, let alone go to work at a house in the middle of the swamp. So she only gave him the promissory note and explained the payment plan. Papi signed without reading it over. "That's two years of your life to pay for my mistake, daughter," he said with a heavy sigh.

"Don't say that," she said, tucking the note back into its envelope. "I told you, I'm happy to help."

That night, as she lay on her little bed across from Beatriz, Alba went over the events of that day. The encounter with the alligator had been, without a doubt, the most terrifying experience of her life, and yet when she thought back on it, the quickening of her heart had nothing to do with fear and everything with the way Grunauer had held her and kept trying to shield her with his body, even though he could barely stand himself. And when she was bandaging his arm up, he'd looked at her with such tender gratitude in his eyes that her heart just went out for him. It was probably the first time someone had treated him with kindness ever since the war.

She knew now, with certainty, that someone who did what Grunauer had done—protecting her, picking up a lost puppy on the bombed-out street of England, paying her extra even though he didn't have to—could never be a killer, no matter what people said, no matter how moody and withdrawn he was. She vowed to never listen to any gossip ever again.

She was almost sorry that she had to wait the weekend before going back to work. On Monday morning, she was unloading her things in the kitchen when she heard the shuffling footsteps accompanied by the familiar tap-tap-tap of the cane, and she turned around to find Grunauer coming in. He froze in the doorway at the sight of her.

"Miss Reyes," he said. "I wasn't expecting you so early."

Alba glanced at the clock. It was half an hour before she usually started. She must have been so eager to get back that she hadn't noticed the time.  

"I haven't even started the coffee yet," Grunauer continued, looking a little flustered.

"I can do it."

"Please, let me." He tried to take the coffee pot from her and added, awkwardly, "It's the least I can do."

"Be my guest," she said, amused, and handed him the pot. "Or, rather, be my host. I'm the guest here."

Perhaps this is his way of feeling useful in his own home, Alba thought, watching him busy himself with the coffee. She wondered if it was simply his physical disabilities that prevented him from the more strenuous tasks, or if it was something else. For some reason, she remembered her mother, who had been unable to stir herself after they received the news about Raf. Though doctors had insisted there was nothing physically wrong with her, she had simply wasted away and died soon after. Alba had seen plenty of men who came back from the war with vacant eyes, physically strong, healthy men who jumped at the sound of a car backfiring, who sweated and trembled when they had to navigate a crowd. Maybe Grunauer was the same.

While the kitchen slowly filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, Alba opened the box of cookies she'd brought. "Here's something different for you," she said. "Courtesy of my sister Beatriz."

Grunauer picked up one of the shortbread cookies with a dollop of guava jam in the middle and popped it into his mouth. His already round eyes went even rounder with delight.

"It's delicious!" he exclaimed. "What is it?"

"Torticas de Morón," replied Alba.

"Moron?" he repeated, perplexed.

"No, no, Morón," she corrected. "It's a town in Central Cuba. Torticas means cookies. The original recipe is just a plain shortbread cookie, but Beatriz added the guava jam." She gave a rueful grin. "Our father doesn't approve. He thinks we should just stick to the traditional."

"It's so good though." He ate another. "It's like the German Engelsaugen."

"The what?"

"Engelsaugen. It means angel eyes. My mom used to make them at Christmas, with raspberry jam. She would let me press the dough with my thumb to create the dip for the jam."

Enraptured by the cookies, Gruanuer didn't even seem to realize this was the first time he'd mentioned his mother to Alba. Alba didn't want to draw attention to it either. She didn't want to appear nosy. She only tilted her head, examining the cookies. "Angel eyes, huh? Well, if angels had eyes like that, I wouldn't want to meet one."

Grunauer chuckled at her joke. It was the first time she'd heard him laugh, too. Dios mío, a day of firsts!

"I guess we were going for biblically accurate angels," he said. "We're Germans after all. Sticklers for rules, the lot of us."

"But it sounds nice. Ojos de angel. We can certainly market that. Papi may not like it, but he has to move with the time."

Grunauer hesitated. He seemed reluctant to leave the kitchen and their conversation. "Is he strict then, your father?" he asked.

She shrugged. "He just wants what he believes is the best for us, that's all. Aren't all fathers that way?" She turned to him. "What about yours?"

That was the wrong thing to say, for the faint glimmer in Grunauer's eyes went out at the mention of his father. He mumbled some excuse and hurried out of the kitchen, leaving Alba to watch him go with a sigh. Will she ever learn to hold her tongue?

As the week went by, however, she learned that it wasn't her careless talk that sent Grunauer into one of his moods. It wasn't even the mention of his parents, or the war, or anything that she could think of. One minute they would be having a normal conversation, and the next he would clam up and scurry back into the study. He wasn't as irritated with her as he had been the first week, nor did he go out of his way to avoid her, but he remained shy, almost painfully so. He no longer fought with her over things in the house. He meekly agreed to her suggestion that he have his meals in the dining room. When she started clearing the garden and asked if she could have a vegetable patch somewhere—the garden had mostly fruit trees, oranges, guavas, figs, even an avocado tree, but no vegetables—he only nodded vaguely and told her she was free to do what she wanted. She never thought she'd missed it when he snapped and yelled at her, but at least it meant they would interact. Now, she no longer had any excuse to send him notes. Oh well. She was here to work and to pay off her family's debt, not to make friends with her employer.

And then something happened that distracted her from Grunauer and his bewildering moods.

One of the reasons Alba was so eager to work at the Grunauer place was that it allowed her to avoid Grant. She would wake at five as usual, put in an hour or two at the bakery during the morning rush, and leave for the Grunauer place before eight o'clock, and that was far too early for Mr. Gastin Grant. Ever since that Monday morning when he told her the rumor about Grunauer, she hadn't seen him again. It made her careless. One evening, she was on her way back from the Grunauer place by the main road—the summer rain had flooded the back lane and turned it into a river of mud—when she heard the familiar roar of a car engine behind her, accompanied by ear-splitting honking. She didn't have to look around to see who it was. Grant's cherry-red Aston Martin drove up and crowded her bike to the side of the road, boxing her in until she was forced to either come to a stop or crash her bike into a willow bush.

"There she is," he said. "You know, you're a hard girl to find, Allie."

 "Are you blind?!" she screamed, wheeling around to face him. "You could've killed me!"

"I wouldn't have to do it if you just stopped when I honked the horn," he said, unapologetic. He reached up to fix his sunglasses, although the sun was already going down.

"If you insist on wearing those stupid sunglasses at night, no wonder you crash into people," she said tartly, and Grant's smile wavered a bit. He pushed the glasses up his forehead in what he clearly thought was a sophisticated gesture.

"How's Grunauer treating you?" he asked.

"None of your business."

"I thought working at the bakery was bad enough, but housekeeping? Really, Allie? You know I can take care of you. Why do this to yourself?"

"You wouldn't understand," Alba said through gritted teeth. "You've never worked a day in your life."

"Excuse me, I've just finished my work for the day."

She snorted. "Yeah, right. Doing what?"

"Surveying."

"Where's your equipment then?"

As if to answer her question, another car lumbered into view, an ancient Ford Model T. The driver, a short, rotund young man with watery eyes and a nose almost the same shape, size, and color as an heirloom tomato, jumped down, mopping his forehead with a dirty handkerchief.

"Why are we stopping, Gastin?" he asked. "Are we taking more photos?"

"Shut up, Bozo," Grant replied with barely-concealed contempt. "Take the stuff back to the office like I said."

"Are you going back to the office too?" Bozo asked.

"Never mind where I'm going, just do as you're told!" snapped Grant.

The other man recoiled and went back to his car, looking like a kicked dog. As he opened the door, Alba could glimpse a camera and a tripod on the backseat, and, confusingly, several cans of red paint on the floor.

Before Alba could contemplate the meaning of those paint cans, Grant turned back to her. "There's a plan to build a large airport just west of Miami, you know," he said. "It's the way of the future, they say. So they're widening the Tamiami Trail through here, to connect the new airport to downtown."

Alba's face went cold, as if he'd just slapped her with a block of ice. "Through the swamp?"

"That's what I heard," said Grant, pleased to have her attention. "Get rid of this nest of mosquitoes at last, eh? Once it's done, this area will be connected to the heart of Miami. We'll build a high-rise right about here. My father's promised the penthouse for us..."

Alba hardly saw his leer. Her head was swimming with images of the swamp drained and destroyed, the cypresses razed to the ground, the birds and the snakes and the alligators gone, concrete poured over everything. "I have to go," she said absently, wheeling the bike around Grant's car.

"Hey, do you have Saturday off?" Grant called after her. "How about I pick you up for dinner and a movie?" She didn't look back.

Grant's revelation upset her so much that she didn't even realize she'd arrived home. She helped Beatriz get dinner ready without knowing what she was doing, nodded to her sister's happy prattling about the bakery without hearing any of it, and sat down to eat without tasting anything. Finally, when her father asked her to pass the black beans for the third time, Alba could no longer take it.

"Papi, have you heard anything about the plan to build an airport and widen the Tamiami Trail through here?" she asked.

She was hoping that he would say no, to assure her that it was just a baseless rumor, but to her dismay, he nodded solemnly. "Yes, I have," he said. "Apparently, it's is going to be runways and highways through this whole area."

Beatriz dropped her fork. "Through Cypress Grove?" she squeaked. "But what about the bakery? Where are we going to go? Where are we going to live?"

"Don't lose your head, Bea," Papi said, patting her hand. "It won't be for a few years yet. And I'm sure we'll get enough compensation to reopen the bakery elsewhere."

"You forget, Papi, that we don't own the land," Alba reminded him in a dull voice. "We're only renting it."

"All the more reason not to worry, right, girls?" said Papi. "We can move anywhere, to a better location even."

Alba slowly got up and started clearing the table. As she'd suspected, Papi and Beatriz didn't understand. All their concerns were for the bakery, which were valid but not really serious. As Papi said, they could go anywhere. But for the animals whose homes were destroyed, where would they go?

The weekend had never felt so long. On Saturday evening, Grant actually showed up at the bakery for their "date", but Alba sent him packing with some choice words. Sunday was worse. It seemed the news of the airport construction had spread through Cypress Grove, and in church, people could talk of little else. Already they were discussing selling up their properties to get a better price, instead of waiting to be forced out and receiving a meager compensation from the government.

It was with a heavy heart that Alba arrived at the Grunauer place the following Monday. She was making lunch—yellow rice with sausage today—while gazing out the window at the swamp beyond, trying to tell herself that there was nothing she could do to prevent its destruction and it was pointless to grieve, when Grunauer's voice jolted her out of her reverie.

"Miss Reyes," he said behind her, "the pot's boiling over."

Startled, she turned her attention back to the stove and gave the rice a quick stir, before lowering the heat and putting the lid back on the pot.

"Are you OK?" Grunauer asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He seemed to be in a gregarious mood, and after carrying around the fear for two days, Alba felt like unburdening herself.

"No," she sighed. "Do you know anything about a plan to build an airport near here?"

He thought for a moment. "I think I've heard some rumbling, yes," eventually he said.

"Then it must be true!" she almost wailed.

"Calm down, Miss Reyes," Grunauer said, frightened by her distress. "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" She gestured at the swamp outside the window. "All that is going to be destroyed, and you asked, what's the matter?"

"It's the price we must pay for progress," he said.

"You sound like one of those politicians!" she muttered, attacking the pot of rice vigorously with the spoon. He was just like Papi and Beatriz and the rest. To them, the swamp was just a breeding ground for bugs and dangerous animals like snakes and gators, or worse, a waste of space, where houses and farms could be built.

Grunauer was studying her curiously. "You really care about the swamp, do you?" he asked.

"It's not just the swamp, it's everything—" Alba tried to explain how she felt, but couldn't find the words. She settled for a memory instead. "There's this place near our hometown in Cuba called Lake Guanaroca. It's a bit like the swamp here. Well, not really, because it's mostly mangroves and not cypress, but you get the idea. You can go there to watch flamingos and other birds. My father took me and my brother there once, when we were little." She looked out the window again, lost in reminiscence. "The water is so clear that even from afar, you can see streaks of pink reflected in it. And when you get close, it's like there are two flocks of flamingos, one on top of the other. Then you get closer, closer, and they take off over your head—like petals in the wind, but instead of falling to the ground, they're going up to the sky. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. And here is something just as beautiful, and they're going to destroy it. And for what? For airplanes and cars. They're all in such a hurry to get somewhere, they never stop to look around them anymore—"

Realizing Grunauer was being rather quiet, she turned around. He was gone. She'd let her mouth run on and scared him off again. With a sigh, Alba went back to cooking. It seemed nobody in her life understood.

The tapping of the cane made her look up. Grunauer was coming back to the kitchen, a little book in his hand. "Here," he said, holding it out to her. The title said Walden, by Henry David Thoreau. "He was a naturalist who went off into the woods to live by himself for two years," he explained, answering her look of silent questioning. "You may find him a kindred spirit."

What Alba wanted was a solution, not a book, but she found it touching that he was trying to help in the only way he knew how. "Thank you," she said, taking the book and tucking it into the pocket of her apron.

"And about the airport," he continued, "I think you don't need to worry. The Seminole people still live in the swamps, so it's a protected area. They won't allow an airport to be built so close to it."

Alba stared. Of course! In her distress, she'd forgotten about the Seminoles. Frank's mom still lived on the reservation there. If they were removed, they would not simply lose their houses like the people of Cypress Grove. They would lose their living from the land as well. "Are you sure?" she asked, cautiously hopeful.

"Pretty sure."

She didn't know if he was telling the truth or if he only said it to reassure her, but she clung to the hope. "Thank you, Mr. Grunauer," she said, breathing a sigh of relief. "That means a lot. And thank you for the book as well."

He nodded and turned to go. As he pushed open the swing door leading into the kitchen, he paused. "Would you please stop calling me Mister Grunauer?" he said out of nowhere. "It makes me feel ancient."

Alba was pleasantly surprised. "What should I call you then?" she asked.

"Just Grunauer."

"But that sounds... disrespectful." Growing up, she had been taught that every grown-up was Señor this and Señora that, and it was a difficult habit to shake off. Besides, he was her employer.

"I can assure you it's not," he said, turning around to face her. "That's what they called me at school and in the army."

"Well, you're not in the army anymore, are you?"

A strange, bitter look briefly crossed his face. "No," he said, almost inaudibly. "I'm not."

She was losing him again. "Can't I call you by your first name?" she said quickly. She realized she was being forward, but she didn't want to drop this fragile olive branch that he was extending toward her. "What is your first name, by the way?" The contract and the promissory note had only referred to him as Mr. D.F. Grunauer.

"I guess you can call me DF," he said reluctantly.

"That's not a name, that's a spy alias!" she said. "Meet DF in CG at oh eight hundred, keep it on the DL."

He rolled his eyes. "You watch too many films, Miss Reyes."

"Hardly. And if you want me to stop calling you Mister Grunauer, then you have to stop calling me Miss Reyes. Call me Alba. Or would you rather stick to the initials and call me A.R.A.?" she added, encouraged by a twinkling she'd just glimpsed in those dark eyes.

The corner of his mouth twitched in an almost-smile. "All right, Alba it is," he said, and Alba grinned. Finally. She'd cracked through his wall. "What does the second A stand for?" he asked.

"Alvarado, my mother's surname. In Cuba, kids always have both parents' surnames, father's first and then mother's, but here it can get confusing, so we just stick to Reyes. What does DF stand for?"

With a grimace, he sighed, and said, "... Derwin Frances." He looked away, apparently waiting for her to laugh.

But Alba didn't laugh. A sense of déjà vu ran through her, rooting her to the spot, the same feeling she'd had when she first glimpsed his eyes on the top of the stairs. "Derwin..."

And with that name, the memories came back, as clear and bright as the Florida summer sky—schoolyard noises that resolved into taunting jeers, as cruel as only children can be, a punch coming straight for her, followed by the harsh sting on her upper lip, along with another pain, of fear and loss and not knowing where she belonged, and at last, a pair of soft brown eyes, timid and gentle, like those of a puppy, looking into hers, soothing the ache in her heart.

Where did you learn to punch like that?

She stared at Grunauer now, at those same brown eyes. "That was you?"

***

Derwin was starting to regret his decision. Asking Miss Reyes to address him more familiarly may prove to be a mistake. She was never going to stop until she learned his full name. And yet... and yet... there was something irresistible in her gentle teasing and questioning, and he found himself wanting her to know, wanting to open up to her.

He'd fully expected a laugh or at least a snicker when he told her his name—after all, that was the standard reaction—but she only tilted her head and repeated his name under her breath, and then her eyes widened in recognition. "That was you?"

"What was me?" he asked, confused.

"The one that the kids called De-worm."

He made a sour face. He hadn't heard that name in fifteen years. Yeah, this was definitely a mistake. "How do you know that?" he asked.

"West Miami Primary School, Miss Steiner's class," she said. "They made fun of my accent, and you told them to stop it, so they turned on you instead. I punched one of them, he punched me back, and you pulled him off. Miss Steiner put both of us in time-out."

Derwin stared at her. The memories came rushing back in a flood. For fifteen years, he had avoided thinking of them—those dark, blurry days when his mother's illness had nearly reached its end, the anger and helplessness he'd felt at seeing her slip away little by little each day, as if pulled by an invisible tide, the anger which had exploded when the bullies turned their jeer on him yet again...

Spic! Retard! She can't even talk right!

Shut up, Evans. You can't either.

You shut up, De-worm!

De-worm! De-worm! Spic and De-worm! Spic and De-worm!

¡Cállate!

Did you just punch me, spic? You need your girlfriend to fight for you, De-worm? I'll show you. I'll show both of you...!

Leave her alone!

That's enough! Alba, Derwin, time out, both of you!

But, Miss Steiner—

"Whenever I think about it, I'm still angry at Miss Steiner for that," Miss Reyes—Alba—was saying. "It was so unfair."

Derwin looked at her eyes, and now he remembered those same eyes, their green brilliant despite the tears, peering at him from a tear-stained face.

Where did you learn to punch like that? he had asked her.

My hermano—my brother, she'd answered, haltingly.

"You taught me how to punch," he said, almost in a daze. In that short hour he spent with her in time-out, he'd forgotten about his problems. They had played and laughed together, which rather defeated the purpose of being in time-out, but thankfully Miss Steiner hadn't noticed. For an hour, he'd had a friend. The only friend he'd ever had. But his mom had died later that week, and the black cloud of loss and grief had shrouded everything, and he'd never thought of her again, of the one friend he'd made during that hot, perfect, sunlit afternoon.

Was this fate? It wasn't even that strange of a coincidence, given that most kids in Cypress Grove went to West Miami Primary School, but he liked to think that something had conspired to bring them together again.

"I never realized that was you," Alba said. "I thought you went to boarding school."

"I did, a few months after that," he replied, his voice muted. "My mom died."

"Oh." She reached out a hand toward him, only to drop it again. "I'm so sorry."

Derwin shrugged. It felt like such a long time ago.

She peered at him with those alluring green eyes. "Why don't you like Derwin? It sounds nice."

"How can you say that," he asked glumly, "when you know that they used to call me De-worm? I mean, what kind of a nickname is that? It doesn't even sound similar!"

"They were ten years old. That was the best they could come up with," she said. He supposed it could have been worse. They could have called him Der Fuhrer, like his fellow soldiers had.

"I used to be so angry with my mother for naming me that, you know," he said. "I would ask, why can't you give me a normal name, like Jim or Johnny or Mike or... something?"

Alba tilted her head, looking at him sympathetically. "And what did she say?"

"She said the name has a special meaning, and I should be proud of it."

"My mother used to say the same thing about my name."

"What does your name mean?"

She smiled, wistfully. "Dawn. I was born at sunrise." Dawn. How fitting. "What does your name mean then?" she asked.

"Dear friend, or something like that. My mom came across it in a book about medieval England."

"See, that's lovely. So can I call you Derwin then?"

He gazed at her, wondering why he'd never seen the beauty in his name before, he who could see the beauty in every written word. Perhaps because he'd never heard it spoken out loud in that gentle voice with its trace of Cuban accent, which gave everything a lyrical, romantic sound. As soon as she said it, he knew he'd want to hear her call his name, again and again and again.

"Yes," he said. "You can call me Derwin."

Chapter 7

A/N: Lake Guanaroca is a real place in Cienfuegos. I chose Cienfuegos as the Reyes' hometown because it was my favorite place when I visited Cuba. And yes, I did go to the lake to watch the flamingos:

Also, in case it isn't clear, Bozo is the equivalent of Le Fou, Gaston's sidekick, in this world. Since "fou" means "fool" in English, I thought I'd give him a "clown" nickname.

Taglist: @kitkat80

[earthstellar]

it is time to be old on the internet: TFP Ratchet's hatred of 2010 era human tech is hilarious

every time Ratchet complains about shitty human technology in TFP, it's so funny to me, that shit is so good

because, I mean, I grew up with the first computer in my house being a fucking Tandy 1000, which to be fair wasn't exactly the hottest model even then, but still LMAO

the first modem I ever messed with as a kid was the wood box phone receiver type, the acoustic coupler ones, which was my dad's, and he only had it because his job at a local university meant he could borrow one from their tech lab (so we didn't technically own it)

if I remember correctly, the one we had ran at 300 baud, which was fucking amazing for such a set up at the time. slightly later AOL dial up looked like lightning speed compared to that shit.

my first chat rooms were BBS/Usenet (whenever I could connect) and IRC chats. now everyone has Discord and I still don't understand how that shit works lmao but that's more of a me problem and less of an age problem, I think

we got dial up (in the "modern" sense of it being AOL dial up service with the infamous hell noises) in my household in 1994, back when it was pretty much a brand new thing (at least for AOL), and I remember the Eternal September Usenet rush, lmao

imagine if TFP took place in the 80s/90s, oh my god

(I'm assuming TFP takes place in roughly 2010 because that's when the show premiered, and Miko has some kind of Razr-inspired flip phone, so if we assume it's supposed to be based on the first model of Razr, then at the earliest that places the show in 2004)

Ratchet would have gone completely insane with old school internet capable consumer level human tech

Ratchet: "How do I look at photos on this monitor?"

80s Raf: "what"

Ratchet: "what"

oh god now I want an 80s/90s TFP AU so fucking bad. imagine 80s Raf. it's so good

oh god, IMAGINE 90s RAF. just getting traumatised by terrifying shitty mid-90s FMV horror games. this poor boy. but imagine his hype when the PS1 would come out in the USA in 1995. the hype would be so fucking real. lmao

also for those of you who are Younger and Blessed With Good Internet From An Early Age, if you want a good idea of old school internet shit, go ahead and watch WarGames (1983) and look up 2600 Magazine and Mondo 2000 if you don't already know about those.

(personally I consider WarGames and Hackers (1995) to be the two best simultaneously dumbest and best movie depictions of computer bullshit in their respective eras, although Hackers was more of a thing that informed cyber culture after it released rather than reflecting actual hacker culture as it was at that exact time but anyway, please watch them if you have not seen them already, you will love this shit lmao)

I assume almost all of you already know about this stuff, but just in case, I want to mention it. those two movies are really good. lol

anyway, Ratchet dealing with early internet. early shitty human tech. or at least the 90s shit. imagine Ratchet having to listen to the fucking dial up screeching. the kids having to look through geocities webrings to see if any images of the bots had been leaked on any conspiracy websites. just 10/10 lmaooo

"I hate talking to machines" Ratchet, buddy, you have NO IDEA how bad it could have been!!!

anyway I'm old, I guess that's the point of this post LOL

[aebebanreb21]

"A Jealous Encounter"

Short fanfic

Featuring: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier

(I feel like Zayne girlies would like this more, it also has little bromance)

A/N: I honestly don't know how I typed this but I kinda liked it 🤓 This is impulsive writing.

This is inspired from this video on tiktok:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFfyoHB7/

...

"Dr. Zayne! Please pass me the toy!"

Zayne's lips quirked a little and he bent to pick up the toy while at the same time also hiding his smile.

"Here you go"

*Swish*

"I got it!"

Rafayel suddenly appeared in front of MC and caught the toy instead and immediately Zayne's amusement turned into a scowl and slowly walked in a threatening manner towards the unsuspecting fish still celebrating his bounty and teasing MC on how he now got MC's toy.

"Uhm Raf-" She tried to warn the fish but the Icy snowman was already behind him.

Rafayel felt a hand firmly grab his shoulder and Zayne's deep voice spoke near his ear.

"It's rude to take someone's belongings"

Rafayel looked back at Zayne and chuckled nervously his eyes drifting back to MC who was starting to blush deep red probably because of how they look like to her perspective and he remembered that MC once mentioned that she kinda liked reading BL manhwas in the past and a wicked idea lit up in his head.

He slowly tilted his head back to stare at the doctor and purposely made his gaze sensual. "How about you do 'rude' things to me doc?"

"Uhm guys-" She tried to stop the incoming storm but she suddenly felt a head rest on her shoulder and come face to face with Xavier's sleeping face.

"Ugh Xavier, now is not the time to take your hourly nap" She was sweating now in nervousness because she felt the air thicken around the two guys who was about to start a wrestling match and are now glaring daggers at the sleepy boy beside her despite the fact that Zayne is at the process of restraining Rafayel with him having Raf's arm tight in his hold and twisting it so it's at an odd angle behind his back enough to make the Fish uncomfortable and submit.

Xavier, who is able to sleep even while standing nuzzled his head further on MC's shoulder causing Zayne to twist Rafayel's arm further and the latter let out a yelp and swiftly broke Zayne's hold on him and immediately came to MC and smacked Xavs head away from MC's shoulder. "Hey!"

Xavier stumbled and managed to regain his balance, while rubbing the sleep from his eye "W-what-?"

"Rafayel!" She reprimanded him and grabbed his shoulder but another hand settled on her shoulder and made her step back to come face to face with Zayne's back.

Zayne grabbed the back of Raf's collar which made him stumble back. "Hey watch it doc! This shirt is expensive"

"So are the medical expenses you'll get after I'm done with you" Zayne's icy gaze pointed at Rafayel before turning back at the clueless Xavier who was unaware of the impending danger of the Doctor's wrath about to rain on him.

"Hm?"

"Sleeping shouldn't be done while standing especially not on a girl's shoulder that is smaller than you" Zayne crossed his arms and glowered at Xavier.

Xavier tried to look at MC behind Zayne but the doctor's large frame is literally enough to cover the sight of MC in Xav's point of view. "Sorry about that doc."

Without hesitation, Xavier rested his head on Zayne's shoulder and proceeded to continue his nap there.

Rafayel bursts out laughing while the MC beside him is about to faint at the situation she's forced to witness.