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gardens-light · 1 month ago

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Pulsing Sparks. Beating Hearts.

Days rolled by and before the Autobot medic knew it, a week had already past. And despite the odd arguments and sarcasm caused by the pair of you being stubborn at times- he'd always see you back in his medbay. Just as determined and eager to learn from him- if not more.

Compared to his previous interns, you indeed were a breath of fresh air to Ratchet. With your open mindedness, laid back attitude and that damn smile that he swears is now forever burned into his memory core. The medic slowly realized he began to slip into unfamiliar territory...

Contents: Mild Coarse Language. Events takes place during 'Transformers- Revenge of the Fallen.' Autobot Ratchet x F/Human Reader. Reader Insert. Fluff.

Word Count: 4,600k

Inspired Song: Hungry Eyes- Eric Carmen

Seris: The Intern- Part 1. Part 3

The hues of orange, pink and blue begun to fade, as the sun settled over Diego Garcia. Casting shadows across the multiple hangars of the N.E.S.T base, allowing the bustling activities slowly calm to a more gradual pace.

A small grumble rumbled deep within Ratchet's chassis, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Feeling the strain within his optics, caused by the long hours of exposure to the holographic screens of his console. The tension within his cables ached for rest, while he attempted to stretch his tired limbs.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, "that's all the information you need to know for today. We'll continue tomorrow."

Confusion etched into his faceplates, as an unusual silence greeted him. Ratchet looked over his shoulder, raising an optic ridge as your sleeping form came into view.

Hunching over your desk, arms crossed upon the stainless steel surface, using your forearm as a makeshift pillow to rest your cheek. Hair messily framing your peaceful face, as hidden exhaustion lingered upon your features.

Ratchet slightly shook his head. She needs to stop pushing herself to go beyond than what's necessary, haven't I already expressed that her current efforts is good enough? A small smirk teased his lips, as Ratchet fully faced you. Yes... I have, but her damn stubbornness and persistence always seems to control her motivation, rather than reason... Guess we're not so different.

"Valkyrie... Valkyrie... wake up."

A low grumble escaped your lips as you begun to stir, feeling Ratchet's digit gently poke your shoulder. Stretching your arms across the desks' surface, eyes fluttering and blinking away the tiredness. As your sleepy gaze lazily roamed over the Autobot, watching him crouch down as he possibly could, attempting to make his large frame appear less startling.

"O-Oh... sorry-ah!" discomfort winced across your features, as your tensed muscles caused pain to shoot throughout your back. Refusing to allow you to sit upright, without enduring the stiffness and soreness of being hunched over for so long.

Concern flashed across Ratchet's faceplates, "let me have a look at that-"

"N-No. I'm fine." You spoke through a weak smile, "just a little stiff-"

"Don't try and be proud, it won't get you anywhere in my medbay. Now... let me help."

"Ratchet, you don't- oh!" Your eyes flickered, as the Autobot ran the knuckle of his index digit against your back.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, like he knew how much pressure to use to ease the pain while not causing any further stress. Your posture relaxed a little as you leaned against his touch, a relieved smile framing your lips while a happy sigh escaped. The tightness of your muscles and stiff knots melting away, as his knuckle carefully dug and massaged along your spine.

Ratchet's spark slightly fluttered while you gradually straightened your posture, attempting to lean yourself a little more against his touch. The yellow and red Autobot bit the inside of his cheek, trying to fight a fond smile etching across his faceplates as another happy sigh escaped you.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah... thanks Ratchet."

Your loving smile almost made air get stuck in the medic's vents, causing him to swallow his emotions and clearing his vocal processor. Attempting to keep his voice to it's usual nonchalant tone, "you're... welcome. And... for future reference, I highly recommend that you don't fall asleep at your desk again."

A simple shrug rolled your shoulders, "guess I was more exhausted than I thought I was."

"Yeah well... next time I won't be so helpful. I'll leave you to suffer in discomfort-"

Ratchet swallowed as you gazed at him with a soft pout, your eyes teasing him with a childlike innocence. "Oh... but what if I need your touch to make me feel better?"

Small shocks of electricity zapped throughout his wires, his spark slightly pulsing out of rhythm. Damn it! W-Why does her smile make me...? -

A huff of defeat left him, Ratchet's voice reduced to a slight grumble. "Well... I suppose I could make... a exception-"

"So..." your voice still somewhat held it's teasing tone, as your smile widened. "I take it that I've impressed you enough to outlast your previous interns?"

A small chuckle bubbled under your breath, as your soft gaze noticed a smile teasing the corners of Ratchet's lips. "You've may hold the new record for the longest intern. But... don't think you're out of the dark just yet, the internship has still just started. There's still a chance that you could cut and run, just like the others."

"Don't count on it. I'm not going anywhere."

The Next Day. 6:30am

The soft melody of a familiar song filled the air, creating the soothing atmosphere which Ratchet has grown used to by now as he approached the medbay hangar. Tiredness slowly leaving his blue optics, as his warm gaze fell onto your silhouette.

Blissfully drawing away in your notepad, allowing the radio to envelop you in your own world as you sat at your desk. Occasionally sipping the mug of your usual beverage, which always remained within arms reach.

"You are aware that it's ok to have a lay in, right?"

Ratchet's spark fluttered as you looked up at him, greeting him with that soft, sweet smile that the medic has secretly grown to love. "And have you accuse me of being 'lazy' again? No thanks."

A small chuckle escaped the Autobot as he approached his console. Allowing the holographic screens to flicker to life. "That was a joke and you know it."

A subtle sense of pride slightly swelled in Ratchet's spark, as his blue optics roamed over your sketches of the Cybertronian anatomy. She's definitely improved since the last time I saw those sketches. I... shouldn't really be surprised of what she's capable of by now. Perhaps... she might be ready to assist me more in the medbay soon.

The medic raised an optic ridge as his gaze noticed a few dot points on the opposite page of your sketch. "If I may ask, what are you writing?"

"Just additional notes." You casually spoke. "I got... curious about a couple of things about your species. Honestly, was hoping I could possibly have a better understanding of you- more than just Autobot biology, I mean..." A frustrated sigh escaped you, tossing your datapad aside. "But the N.E.S.T archives regarding your species has missing information."

Ratchet paused for a moment, a flicker of surprise flashing within his optics. "And what... is that, exactly?"

"I've been trying to find more about this... 'Primus'... I hear you and the other Autobots mention his name sometimes. But... who is he?"

W-Well... I wasn't quite expecting that.

Ratchet composed himself, clearing his vocal processor before giving you his undivided attention. "Primus... was an ethereal being whom acted as a force of good and wisdom within the universe. It's foretold that our planet is made up of his very body, and that the AllSpark is the physical incarnation of his lifeforce. As you know, all living Cybertronians have a spark- our equivalent of a soul. All sparks are fragments of Primus' lifeforce."

"So... he's like a deity or a God?"

"Yes... you could say that, I suppose. But he's worshiped in different ways throughout Cybertron. Some view him as 'The Great Creator' or a guardian spirit, while others may believe he's nothing but a legend. But the one thing all Cybertronians agree on is that he gave us life."

Answering him with a silent nod of appreciation, as you jotted down abbreviated dot-points within your notepad. Curiosity begun to creep into your thoughts causing your eyes to flicker up at Ratchet, closing your notepad as you paused for a moment. "Can I ask... what about you? What's your view?"

Ratchet's mouth opened but a heavy sigh tumbled out instead of words. His blue optics studied the genuine curiosity upon your features, but also noticing the soft comfort which shined within your eyes. Almost like a silent reassurance, that you'd accept any answer- even if it was none at all. Making the medic's spark affectionately pulse within its chamber.

"I... never had much faith in Primus growing up." His voice was just loud enough for your to hear. "In my youth, I... preferred more scientific answers for questions about life and what happens after we deactivate- I still do. But... the older I got, and the horrors of war that I saw..." his optics flickered away from you. "I became more open to the idea of a god. I honestly never felt an affinity for worshiping him like some, but now... I do very least respect Primus for giving us life. After all... it's all we have here in this universe of war."

His soft gaze returned to you, only to slightly widen as you simply nodded in acknowledgement. Your gaze still holding soft curiosity- Ratchet couldn't detect any judgement nor scrutiny lingering within your eyes. For if other Cybertronians heard his views, the medic would have received a lecture. But here you were, not only perfectly accepting and understanding Ratchet's views, but... also showed deep interest.

Ratchet raised an optic ridge as he studied your features, as you briefly took a moment to ponder on a thought. Almost as if, you were carefully selecting your words, "w-with the... AllSpark destroyed and... you Autobots being so far away from home. Can you... Can you still 'sense' Primus?"

He paused. It was a fair yet complex question. Something that many Cybertronians struggled with, and even the medic had to admit that he was somewhat confused by the whole thing. "In a way... yes. The AllSpark may be gone... but as long as there are Cybertronians still living, we can still feel his presence. Even on this primitive little planet."

Your sweet, appreciative smile sent Ratchet's spark a flutter, while the gentle warmth within his chassis entangled his wires. Like how one would feel butterflies in their stomach.

"Thanks for talking to me, Ratchet. I know... culture beliefs isn't really a topic most are comfortable with, but... I appreciate you sharing with me."

A subtle smile teased the corners of the Autobot's lips, as Ratchet responded with a simple nod. It had been a long time since he'd had a serious conversation about the more sensitive topics of Cybertron, and... he'd honestly enjoyed it. He was... almost surprised at how easy it had been to talk you, of all people.

"No problem, Valkyrie-"

'Ping.'

A heavy sigh escaped Ratchet, rolling his optics. As a chime from his monitor interrupted the conversation. "But I'm afraid we might need to continue this conversation another time."

As the Autobot turned his back on you, a teasing smile crept upon your lips. "Well... now I know who to thank for giving you good looks."

D-Did she... just...?

Ratchet's spark suddenly skipped a beat. Like a spell, your words caused his body to stiffen, servos pausing in mid-type upon his console's keyboard. Peering over his shoulder, the Autobot's wide-eyed gaze saw your seemingly innocent demeanor, as you continued jotting down things in your notepad.

A gentle warmth rose beneath his faceplates as your eyes briefly flickered up at him. Breath got caught in the medic's thoat, as he noticed the flirtatious, mischievous sparkle within your eyes. The sound of Ratchet's cooling fans joined the humming symphony of monitors and computers, which filled the air of the medbay hangar.

It not like Ratchet wasn't used to the odd flirtatious comments. Before 'The Great War', many femmes would often give the medic such complements. Their voices dripping with a sultry tone that would rile up his spark, while their intimate touch would send an involuntary shudder throughout his frame. But this... this was different.

Whenever you were near, he couldn't help but feel like a moth drawn to a flame. It seemed like you unknowingly had this... way of drawing him out of his own head, making the Autobot forget about his worries and frustrations. Even if... it was just for a little while.

Ratchet would often find himself gazing at your eyes, as if a whole another universe lied behind the captivating colour.

By the AllSpark, why can't I focus?! A heavy sigh escaped the Autobot, as he hunched over the console. Realizing he's been lost within his own thoughts for the past hour. Perhaps I should run a diagnostics check.

But the medic's body freezes once again, as he turns towards his second monitor screen. His jaw slightly dropping, his wide-eyed gaze soaking in the movement of you shrugging off your military jacket and exposing your black crop top. His blue optics traced each curve and contour, while you used your jacket to pat away the sweat from your neck, collarbone and cleavage. Ratchet swallowed slightly and found himself staring at you for a few moments before finding his voice again.

"A-Are you... alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Your voice almost sound breathless. "Just... still getting used to the heat."

"Perhaps... you should take a break."

The Autobot quickly averted his gaze as you looked up at him. Trying to keep his usual, gruff demeanor.

"You sure?" you casually spoke, tossing your jacket over your chair. "I mean... it's still pretty early."

Ratchet simply nodded. "Yes, you've... been working all morning. You... shouldn't over exert yourself. And... Be careful with the heat out there. I'd hate to find a new intern just because you melted away."

Oh... that sweet melody laugh of hers...

"Noted Doc." You spoke between giggles, giving the Autobot a sweet smile despite him having his back towards you. "I won't be long."

The medic released a shaky breath, feeling a slight shiver throughout his frame. What's wrong with me...?

---

The familiar laughter of Lennox and his unit filled the air, drawing your attention to the pool, as they dog-piled and pushed one another into the water. While the harsh vibrations of Sideswipe and Ironhide sparring nearby, rippled throughout the concrete and gravel ground.

"You guys haven't changed a bit."

Lennox looked up, greeting you with a warm smile while using his hand to shield his eyes from the harsh sun. "Ah! I see you've escaped Ratchet. How are you? Still putting up with that attitude of his?"

"Besides feeling a little warm... I'm ok. And Ratchet's not that bad." You spoke between chuckles, giving Lennox's bicep a playful punch.

A few men snickered at your words, as you and Lennox approached the side of the pool.

"You may outlasted the previous interns." The Major smiled, placing his feet into the pool. "But his attitude still sent a few running for the hills-"

"That's because they were incompetent pussies."

The teams snickers turned into full blown laughter, most giving you a simple nod in agreement. A wide grin spread across Lennox's features, his amused gaze flickering at you as you joined his side. Pulling up your camo trousers towards your knee, allowing the cool water to subtlety splash against your legs. "I'll give you that."

"In all seriousness. I'd... be lying if I didn't say that I've been on the receiving end of one of Ratchet's grumpy lectures, or felt him express his temper from time to time." A sweet smile teased the corner of your lips as your eyes flickered down towards the sparkling pool. "But... I do know that he doesn't mean it, and that his words actually comes from a place of care and concern."

Lennox nodded, "we've all felt Ratchet's temper a few times... but I gotta admit. Even though I've never doubted you for a second..." you could feel his soft gaze upon you. "I've honestly never seen him take to someone so well, like he has with you. I think... Ratchet's grown a bit fond of you."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I just... learnt how to get through his 'concrete walls'- which required a lot of patience, may I add."

Lennox shook his head, a small scoff escaping him. If only you knew how well you've broken through the walls of that grumpy medic.

"Thanks... for doing what you did to bring me here. It's... been great working with you again, Lennox."

"I wouldn't of had it anyother way. Having you here... has really helped break through the tension that's been hovering over this place for months-"

Clash! Bang!

The sound of Ironhide's and Sideswipe's fists clashing disturbs the air, as their spar now turned into an all out brawl. The flash of a silver fist collided with Ironhide's jaw, while he attempted to tackle the young Corvette Stingray to the ground.

You winced as Ironhide grapled his sparring partner into a headlock, "shouldn't we... stop them?"

Lennox perked his head up, but only to chuckle and wave your concern away with a dismissive hand. "Na it's fine. It's normal for those two to go all out with each other, the bots knows each others limits. Besides, you know me and my boys blow off steam from time to time. The Autobots aren't any different-"

"This... doesn't feel the same as your boys rough housing."

Worry begun to clutch onto your heart, giving it an uncomfortable squeeze as you watched the brawl between the two bots grow more heated and intense. Ironhide's features shifted into a scowl as he began to increase the force behind his blows. A breathless gasp escaped Sideswipe as the gun-metal Autobot punched him square in the abdomen, knocking the breath out of Sideswipe while he fell backwards.

A spine chilling echo of metal harshly creaking and warping filled the air. Your eyes widened as Sideswipe's features twisted in pain, attempting to cradle his ankle joint but also shield his torso from Ironhide's next blow, as he laid upon the ground.

"Man- Autobot down!" You yelled, quickly rushing to your feet. "Autobot down!-"

"Valkyrie?!" Lennox attempted to grab you by the hem of your cargo trousers, but the fabric just slipped through his fingers. "Ironhide! Sideswipe! Medic on field!"

Ironhide's optics widened as you came into view, his gaze instantly softening as realization came to him. Lowering his fist and taking a step back, shock flashed across his faceplate as you came between him and Sideswipe. Not that your height did much to separate the two metal giants.

"You shouldn't have rushed in like that!" Sideswipe protested. "You could of gotten seriously hurt!-"

"Well I didn't." Ignoring the silver Autobot's unamused gaze, as you examined his ankle joint. Gently running a hand over the metal plating which warped outwards, allowing you to see inside. "We're... gonna need to take you to the medbay." It's... not like I'm much help without Ratchet, don't think there's any bandages that comes in 'Autobot size'...

"I'm fine." Sideswipe muttered through his dentas, attempting to hide the pain that shot throughout his frame, as he struggled to get back onto his peds. "N-No need for dramatics-"

"You should know, that pride won't get you anywhere in the presence of a medic." You looked up at Ironhide, "please help him."

Snapping out of his daze, the weapons specialist attention returned to you. "Right... C'mon Sides..."

As Ironhide grabbed Sideswipe's arm, draping it over his shoulders, assisting the silver Autobot to take the weight off his injury. Lennox gently took hold of your forearm.

"Please... be more careful next time." He muttered into your ear, "I really don't want to explain to my higher ups, how our best intern gotten under the peds of an Autobot. And... I'd also rather avoid having that convocation with Ratchet..."

"You know me, Lennox." You spoke with a playful smile. "I'm a medic, of course I'm careful."

A heavy sigh escaped him, allowing your forearm to slip away from his soft grasp. Rubbing his temples, "since when have you been careful, Valkyrie?" I've known you long enough to cause me multiple heart attacks... You also haven't changed a bit.

---

"Ratchet..."

Briefly glancing over his shoulder, Ratchet's optics widened as you and the two Autobot's entered the medbay hangar. His gaze studying Sideswipe, as he leaned onto Ironhide to support his weight.

"Twisted leg piston, possible wire and cable damage within the right ankle joint." You briefly explained, gesturing towards Sideswipe.

A sigh escaped the medic, rolling his optics while approaching his injured comrade. "Let me guess. You and Ironhide got too competitive again?"

"Everything was under control." Sideswipe groaned, as Ironhide carefully sat him down on the medical slab. "Till your girl ran in between us..."

A subtle heat rose beneath the medic's faceplate, as his soft gaze briefly flickered towards you. My... girl? Ratchet quickly shook his helm before the thought could fully load into his processor. Schooling his expression and tone of voice back to his usual demeanor.

"Oh, I'm well aware of how 'under control' you two can be. And Sideswipe..." Ratchet purposely leaned over the silver Autobot, speaking in a gruff mutter as the medic reached for his tools. "She's not 'my' girl."

A low hiss escaped Sideswipe, as Ratchet carefully removed the twisted panel.

"Hold still and don't squirm." He lectured, "I can't fix you, if you're moving around all the time."

Peering into Sideswipe's joint, a small hum rumbled deep within Ratchet's vocal processor. Studying the tangled mess of wires and cables which had somehow got caught around the piston, while the piston itself looked as it was in danger of snapping anytime soon.

Bringing yourself onto your tiptoes, foolishly attempting to bring yourself more to the Autobot's height. Despite only reaching a little more to Ratchet's ankle. Now I know how an ant feels....

"Is there... anything I can do?"

Ironhide chuckled as your voice almost sounded like a concerned child. "That's very sweet, Dollface but Ratchet-"

"Could... actually do with some assistance." The medic interrupted after pausing for a moment. "Come here and take a look."

Ironhide's surprised gaze flickered between you and Ratchet. Before landing on Sideswipe, silently asking his injured comrade. Did I... just hear that right...?

Carefully stepping onto Ratchet's open servo, balancing yourself upon his palm as the Autobot knelt towards you. Unaware of how the simple touch caused his spark to flutter and butterflies entangled his circuits, as Ratchet gently placed you down upon the medical slab. Allowing you to gaze into the opening of Sideswipe's ankle, which almost came to your height.

"What you can do is gently untangle the wires and cables that are in danger of getting damaged even more. I need your... delicate touch, while I bend his piston back into place."

Your heart skipped a beat, warmth rasing to your cheeks as you looked up at the Autobot with a surprised gaze. "I-I'm flattered by the trust and confidence you have in me. But..." you lowered your voice to just above a whisper, "you know I haven't... I don't want to hurt Sideswipe."

Ratchet's gaze softened, his spark sending a subtle warmth of appreciation and... admiration? Throughout his frame. Indeed it was true that the medic very rarely allowed any assistance during situation's such as this- including his own comrades, but him allowing- let alone accepting the assistance of a human? That was unheard of!

But just as you continuously proved time and time again, you wasn't recklessly eager to jump into something which was out of your depth. You genuinely cared about not causing Sideswipe any more pain than necessary, and your expression alone spoke volumes of your concern of messing anything up or worse.

"You won't hurt him." Ratchet assured. "Just go slow and be gentle. I'll be right here."

A sharp hiss escaped Sideswipe, his ped twitching under your touch as your fingers ran over his knotted circuits. Swallowing his nerves, as the Autobot medic shot him a glare while easing the piston back into its proper form. Pink lightly dusted your cheeks and subtle warmth rose to Ratchet's faceplates, whenever your hands briefly brushed against one another. His spark and your heart almost fluttering in sync, as his optics wandered away from your hands to your face.

Finding himself studying your expression. The way your eyes seemed to focus, the way your lips were drawn into a concentrated frown. How your feathered touch effortlessly untangled Sideswipe's wires and cables.

A small smile tugged upon the corners of Ratchet's lips, as you muttered the correct order of each wire and cable as you untangled them. His spark pulsing within its chamber while his servos worked in sync with yours, his soft gaze traveling back up towards your focused expression. It was... like the brief time you've spent together in the medbay had became second nature for the both of you.

"Ratchet... this green wire needs soldering."

Pausing in his work, the Autobot simply gazed at which you were pointing to. Briefly answering with a silent nod, while grabbing a human sized solder-iron and holding it out to you. But only to be greeted by your surprised and wide eyed gaze.

"B-But I-"

"You'll be just fine." Ratchet's soft yet confident smile, sent your heart to skip a beat. Causing the light shade of pink to dust your cheeks even more, "we've gone over the basics of soldering. I trust you to do it yourself."

As you slowly began to solder the green wire back to its connection. Ironhide couldn't help but let a knowing smile stretch across his faceplate, noticing the look of silent praise and support creep across Ratchet's expression.

"There... how does that feel, Side?" you nervously looked up at the silver Autobot as he sat more upright. Gently twisting and bending his ped.

"Not bad... not bad at all. You've got some skill there, Toots." His supportive smile eased your fluttering nerves.

You looked up at Ratchet with a sweet, appreciative gaze as he let out a satisfied hum. "Well... I have a great mentor."

A small pang of pride made his spark pulse a little quicker within it's chamber. Sending zaps of electricity throughout his frame. Her... kindness, her loyalty to our cause, the care and concern she carries. Her... skills as a medic...

Ratchet returned your smile, his optics warm and his expression softer than usual. While placing a new plate to Sideswipe's ankle. "And... I have a pretty good intern."

"I noticed that." Ironhide's teasing tone whispered into the medic's audio receptors, while giving him a playful nudge.

"Noticed what?" A look of irritation sharpened Ratchet's expression. The usual gruff and sarcastic tone creeping back into his words.

The gun-metal Autobot simply rolled his optics, following the medic put away his tools. Briefly looking in your direction with a knowing smile, as Sideswipe carefully placed you back onto the ground. "The way you just looked at her. The look you'd give to... a sparkmate."

Ratchet felt his spark skip a beat at Ironhide's words, heat rose a little more to his faceplates, air almost getting stuck in within his vents. But he tried to shake it all off, schooling his expression to remain natural while giving his comrade a side glance. "Don't be ridiculous. I have no sparkmate..."

A frustrated sigh escaped Ironhide, "oh c'mon! Surely you've heard that every bot has a sparkmate waiting for them! That special someone created just for you, by Primus himself."

"Oh please, Ironhide. I thought you were more logical than to believe a romanticised idea such as that..." Ratchet briefly looked away from his comrade. "It's simply a myth-"

"Um... guys...?" your worried tone interrupted, causing both Autobot's to follow what you were pointing at. "Is the monitor screen supposed to be flashing red?"

A sickening feeling twisted the pits of your stomach, as fear flashed across the Autobot's expression. Their wide optics gazing at the screen as if the energon flowing through them suddenly turned cold. "What...? What's wrong?"

Ratchet's hunched form leaned over the console, a look of alarm forming upon his faceplates, optics widening in disbelief. Only a single word escaped from Ironhide, spitting it out almost as if the word itself tasted like poison upon his glossa.

"Decepticons..."

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starriegalaxy · 30 days ago

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Imagine: Your Eclipse being a wonderful husband and preparing bento box lunches for Y/N for work. He calls them "husbento" boxes. Y/N has accepted that enduring bad puns for all eternity is a small price to pay for some excellent food.

Amary, I'm shaking you and maybe crying a bit ngl over how sweet and infuriatingly cute that is of an imagine... Husbento...... 🥺💕💕💕

Also, this seems more like a writing thing so lemme cook up a quick drabble.

Title : Husbento From Yours Truly

Tags : Fluff, intimate touches (non-se#ual), romance, romantic-leaning, suggestive themes (for only like 1 line-ish? but it's more to cuddles context lol), female reader, security guard turned office worker reader, Eclipse-centric

Rated : It's not exactly mature but let's say teen and audiences (?)

Synopsis : You realise that maybe being married ain't half bad. For the umpteeth time.

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Tagging @crabsnpersimmons @amarynthian-chronicles @hexcii

You wake up a few minutes earlier than your alarm clock to find your bed empty and cold despite being covered in a thick blanket. Where did your husband go? You try to smush your face back into your pillows to regain your precious sleep before inevitably giving up and just bringing your sorry behind to the shower. It'll warm you up in the meantime and you had work to prepare for so no more sleeping in allowed. Stifling a yawn with your hand, you wash your face and gingerly brush your teeth. Then, you stepped into the warm shower, letting it wash away your sleepiness.

Ah, bliss. Simple joy. Turning the shower off and drying yourself quickly, you put on your work clothes. It's snug and comfortable as you rush to tidy up your hair and then you were out of your shared room, almost flying off the stairs. Landing with a soft thump, you make way to the kitchen, where you find one of your husbands, Eclipse preparing your lunchbox.

Let's see what elaborate design he's prepared for you this time?

You peek over his forearm, not quite tall enough to reach his shoulder and hug him from behind. "Mornin, Clippy.", you murmur, zoning in on the food that was being organised. His extra pair of hands emerge, handling the food instead while he turns his torso and greets you with a quick kiss, hugging you back. "Good morning, Angel-eyes.", he murmurs upon your temple. You step back from the hug and he lets go, letting you sit down on the chair next to him. A hand delicately pets your hair before he puts in more things he had specially carved for consumption.

An assortment of patted down rice, some eggrolls sliced, cherry tomatoes and small orbs that were most like some form of fruit? You observed the colors and confirmed it to be watermelons and sneaked a piece. He gently swats at your hand with a, "Hey!" but not hard enough for it to fall. You eat it with no remorse. "What? It's just one...", you pouted while chewing. He rolls his faceplate in the semblance of an eye roll and continues his sorting.

There are cute toothpicks put on said cherry tomatoes and fruit while he was expertly putting tiny dots of sauce on the octopus-shaped hotdogs, placing them on top of the rice gently with chopsticks. It's cute as you study him, so concentrated. Eclipse's hands were steady, ultimately made for this kind of handicraft. He pinches your side when he's finished, crossing his upper arms with a satisfied sigh as he inspected his results. "Ouch!", you yelp, whacking his arm. "That's for stealing the watermelon before it was ready.", he side eyes you. Then, he leans down and plants a kiss on your lips. "That's for pinching you, love.", he chuckles.

You begrudgingly melt over the sweet gesture and turn away with a huff. "You can pretend you don't enjoy my kisses all you want but now, you're seriously late and should get going, sweetness.", he pats your back to get you to stand up. With a roll of your own eyes in retaliation, you arise from the chair as jokingly slow as possible with a steady expression. His eye twitches and he impatiently straightens you himself. You lean against him and he finds himself being swaddled in a hug again, this time, from the front. "Angel-eyes......", his voice box turns static-y, a touch of warning with the way Moon's voice seeps into it. You smile into his chassis that was covered by the frilly apron you bought him as a joke.

He ended up liking it too much, which was the opposite of the reaction you were hoping for initially. "Goodbye kiss?", you shyly lift your head and give him your best doe eyes. He heaves a long sigh, exasperated and smitten all the same. "You do know that I'm very bad at holding back.", he reminds you, the eye on his left turning red. A grin creeps up on your lips, smug as you continue to entice him consciously. Yep, consciously. You've long past seen his thinly veiled threats and were able to handle such things after awhile.

"...hm. Make up for it later then.", you tiptoe slightly to kiss his chin. He giggles and says, "Thank goodness." You giggle along with him. "Oh, oh! Before I forget-" You sound a hum of inquiry. "I finally know what to name these lunchboxes after some time.", he starts off. You wait for him to explain, wrapping your arms around his middle in anticipation, eyes wide with attentiveness. "It's a...", he drawls, giddy with excitement, quickly stifling it with a fake cough. "Husbento." One. Two. Three seconds tick by as you process. A hearty laughter comes out after the fourth and his rays spin happily. "Hahaha- no wait that's - pfffthahaha - perfect!", you laugh into his chassis. It was terrible in an endearing way. Of course! Of course it would be called that. It was so, so cute - Eclipse hums, "I'm happy to know that.", pleased with your reaction.

These silly jesters and their puns. Every opportunity was definitely spent well. You laugh away the last of your giggles and kiss him fully this time, pulling him by the ruffles, making sure he feels your smile. You lower back down with a, "Bad puns.... Honestly, a small price to pay for excellent food, I guess. I love you. Oh my gosh hahaha-", you clamp your mouth again with a grin instead and pull away. "Thank you though and oh - warm me up tonight, okay?", you wink flirtatiously, sending another flying kiss as you open the door. His rays spin rapidly this time as he catches the flying kiss with a dreamy sigh.

"Will do, Angel-eyes, have a nice day!" You send him one last grin before booking it to your car, your lunch - oh pardon - husbento in hand and carefully tucked into a lunchbag.

You were late but this was a great start to your day nonetheless.

The End.

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totally-not-fandom · 11 months ago

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Sup friend 👋

Nikpricegraves sleeping headcanons time!

Nik: despite being a very touchy and cuddly person when conscious, he tends to get night terrors if someone is holding him while he sleeps. He hates it. Back-sleeper. Occasionally snores if he doesn't have the right pillows.

John: privately devastated he can't cuddle Nik when they sleep, but he settles for holding onto his hand/arm. It works out in a way, since they both run warm and they don't want to sweat each other out of bed. Side or back sleeper. Snores, but not horribly.

Graves: Resident Ice Cube Alert! Will cuddle up to anyone warm nearby while asleep, so John has to sleep between him and Nik at first. But it works out bc now Graves can faceplant into John's chest to stay warm and John gets someone to hold. Front/side sleeper. Mumbles to himself (John finds this adorable).

I...very much enjoy this :)))

I am a firm believer that Nik runs hotter than a fuckin furnace so even if it was possible for John to cuddle with him while he sleeps, it would end up with Nik being thrown off the bed because John is sweating.

That being said, I also belive Nik is a napper and that when he naps, he doesn't go into a deep enough sleep to get dreams or nightmares of any kind. He is the kind of napper, however, that can and will fall asleep anywhere so when it's just him and one or both of his boys on a couch or chair somewhere, he will grab as much of them as he can and fall into a light sleep. This leads to about 15 minutes of good cuddles with a sleepy nik before it turns into the agonizing realization that the person in his grasp is sweating which, in turn, gets him thrown off of them

John definitely also gets nightmares and will cling to Nik's arm for dear life while he's sleeping, somehow still aware of the fact he isn't supposed to get into Nik's space too much. This often wakes Nik up when it happens but he doesn't mind.

Before Graves came along John and Nik had a very specific sleeping arrangement and were both so used to how it worked that they were a little thrown off by what to do when they realized they were going to have to fit Phil into it. They end buying another bed (like most poly triads [in my experience] do) and keep it separate from the other because three people all sleeping together isn't sustainable every single night. It goes on a kind of rotation between all three, John and Nik on one bed and Phil on the other, John and Phil on one and Nik on the other, and finally Phil and Nik on one and John in the other.

This seems to work out okay except for the nights it's just Phil and Nik in the bed. Graves like to go to sleep with Nik, sure, but lying in bed two feet away from him all night isn't tactile enough for Phil and so he ends up either crawling into the other bed with John or waking up John and dragging him to the other bed to cuddle next to Nik.

At first, Graves had a big concern about one of them having to wake up alone so Price and Nik decided that is one of them was sleeping separately then when they woke up they would join the other two so they could lay together in the morning or if they were both I'm the bed then when one of them woke up, they would wake up the other and both go get in whichever bed Graves was in.

I don't have much else to add other than I very much enjoy the idea of Graves mumbling in his sleep

Thank you friend :)

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #nikolai call of duty #cod nikolai #nikolai cod #john price #captain john price #captain price #phillip graves #nikprice #nikgraves #pricenik #price x graves #gravespricenik #gravesnikprice #pricenikgraves #ask #headcanon

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myriaderotica · 2 months ago

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There is a glaring lack of Bumblebee/ROTB NSFW with Bee in this world and I need my fix. If you're up to it, I would love something along the lines of a "first time" with human!reader (f or gn), but I'm honestly not picky. I haven't actually watched ROTB yet, so I would prefer nothing spoily 🙏🏻

Comfort in Yellow - Knightverse Bumblebee X (Female) Reader

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 728

Inside your spacious and vacant garage, you and Bumblebee resided on a pile of fluffy bed sheets and pillows. The floor was soft, and the air around you was heated and steamy. The faint scent of your own sweat swept into your nose. From below, you admired the sight of Bumblebee’s golden spike between your slick legs. After thirty minutes of foreplay, the two of you were finally well-prepped and ready for fucking. Still, thanks to his size, the yellow mech loomed over you nervously, hesitating with a concerned glimmer in his blue optics.

You paused a bit, wondering how to aid him in the best way. And then, smiling softly, you lifted a hand up to touch his warm, metallic cheek. Comfort could help. It seemed to work well for him, at least.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

Bumblebee whirred a little with drooping finials, using his radio.

“I don't…wanna…hurt you!”

You frowned. It was fair, you supposed. He was rather big. Besides, not only that, he was an alien. Who knew how his anatomy would impact your own? Nevertheless, you shook your head and chose to reassure him instead. You weren’t afraid, not of him.

“You won’t. I promise.” You retracted your palm from his faceplate. “We’ll start slow, okay?”

To display your trust in him, you spread your legs apart even further to accommodate his impressive girth. Slowly, Bumblebee nodded and buzzed, appearing more at ease from both your words and actions. With more confidence in himself, the cybertronian moved forward, the tip of his spike pressing against your wet folds.

Gradually, he pushed inside, only using his tip.

“Mm…ah!”

Soft and squeaky moans left your lips as you welcomed him gratefully. As you reached your hands upwards to grab whatever you could of his frame, you whispered his name, encouraging him to push inside you more.

He did.

While he stretched you, your pussy gripped him warmly and invitingly. The squeeze around his cock caused him to shudder and whirr. His optics flickered and glowed as he buzzed at you.

“Good, Bee.” You tossed your head back against the pillows. “You feel so, so good.”

It was the truth. He felt wondrous to you.

He thrusted inside you, slowly but surely increasing his speed. You heaved, shaking and trembling with every sway of his hips. Using your legs, you gripped his smaller waist as best as you could, holding him close to you as his dick pressed deeper inside of you. As your back arched, you made certain to move with his thrusts, observing as well as feeling the foreign, mechanical components to his exterior.

“Ahh!”

Your toes curled, and your eyes watered with tears. Although, you weren’t in any pain. No, quite the opposite, actually. Likewise, Bumblebee buzzed continuously, speaking his own words at you as he held onto your waist, his digits gripping onto your squish and leaving red marks.

“Fuck!”

You released a plethora of moans and praises, sighing with delight as you embraced him completely, never wishing to let him go. Judging by his actions, Bumblebee felt the same way. Faster and faster, he pumped into you, seemingly nearing his own orgasm.

“Bee?” You tilted your head, gasping. “Are you-”

Your question was answered immediately. The mech came, his fluids rushing inside your cunt. It was hot and sticky, filling every nook and cranny. Bumblebee didn’t hold back, not that he could. He buzzed, his optics fizzling and internal machinery whirring.

“Bee!”

You called out his name repeatedly, grasping his warm body and holding him near you, allowing him to unload. The feeling was so rich and so passionate that you orgasmed not long after. Your limbs shook as the wave of rapture overcame you.

“Bumblebee!”

The mech used songs from the radio to better convey his feelings.

“'Cause nothing compares…nothing compares to you!”

After a few more good thrusts, he retracted himself, causing the pink hue of his cum to spill all over you. You sighed, trying to find your own breath as Bumblebee trembled as well, venting heavily.

“Wow. That…fucked, Bee.”

He buzzed in response.

Slowly, gradually, the two of you recuperated. You panted, your bare chest pressed against his own as you hugged him close. Pink fluids stuck to your thighs and tummy, prompting you to blush.

“Good job, babe. Now, let’s go, or else Optimus will be pissed.”

Divider Credit: @/inklore

#my fics #mouseyindulgence #bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #x reader #valveplug #minors dni #nsft #transformers rise of the beasts

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abiiors · 10 months ago

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can we get a little ross blurb where both of you are just innocently making love and you cry at the end and he comforts and praises you

(mdni, 18+ only // female reader)

okay so i've changed your prompt very slightly just because i've wanted to do a proper fluffy aftercare blurb for a bit. hope you don't mind ♡

every inch of you is covered in sweat, covered with rough kisses and hickeys and your brain is a haze. everything is happening all at once--every neuron, every pain and pleasure receptor in your body is on high alert and yet your head feels numb and so foggy.

it's been like this for minutes now--since the moment you came after being denied four times but ross is still going. although he's fucking you slower than before now, riding out his orgasm (and letting you ride out yours) by thrusting into you repeatedly.

you know how this usually ends--you collapse on top of each other, limbs tangled up and sweaty and covered in bodily fluids. you kiss, slow and gentle and intimate, and then you begin the clean up after cuddling for a bit. that is the usual. but today feels different.

your arms tremble, your thighs sting and the knot in your stomach tightens further. this doesn't feel good--none of this... just moments before you were screaming out in pleasure and now here you are, wincing and trying not to cry as he pulls out slowly.

he's saying something too--his voice is all around you, trying to penetrate the fog in your head but all you hear is snippets and broken sentences.

"...baby?...okay?"

"hey..."

and then soothing fingers trail down your spine. suddenly, you're well aware of how wet your face feels, of the salty taste on your lips and your dry mouth. oh god, it's like everything comes rushing in all at once and your arms give out from under you until you faceplant on the pillow, practically curling in on yourself and ross' worried face comes into view.

"hey, hey, darling look at me," he speaks in a hushed but rapid tone. there's sweat on his brow, on his forehead and his beard glistens with your slick but his eyes are full of concern.

"baby, what's going on? are you okay?" he asks, gently running his fingers through your hair.

you release a shaky breath and attempt to speak through the dryness in your mouth. "i'm okay, just... give me a moment."

ross nods and leans down to press a kiss to your forehead but he doesn't pull away entirely. instead he traces your features gently--first your nose, then your cupids bow, your lower lip all the way to the contours of your jaw till he's back to swiping his thumb on your eyelids and cheeks, wiping away the tears.

the roughness of the pad of his thumb is grounding. familiar. once you've composed yourself a bit, ross wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. "you sure you're okay, darling?"

well no, not entirely. the anxious knot still tightens in your stomach and you can't stop the occasional sobs and sniffles from escaping. every time you make a sound, his arms tighten around you and he buries his face in your hair, placing tiny kisses.

"you were so so good, my love. so perfect. i'm so sorry, i went too hard on you..."

your heart breaks at how worried he sounds, how guilty. "i-it's not you, i just--" you choke up slightly but clear your throat again. "just got a bit overwhelmed."

some of the rigidity in his body melts away and you feel yourself growing calmer too, a bit less shaky now that you can properly breathe once again.

"tell me what you need, darling. we can just lay here, no pressure. you've been so good for me, now let me take care of you," he murmurs, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

you manage a weak smile, and nod against his chest. "just stay with me, please. just for a bit."

"absolutely. anything else you want?"

you take a moment to think, to breathe in his scent to ground yourself further. "and can we have a bath in a bit?"

"anything for you, sweet girl," he speaks and you can finally hear a small smile in his voice.

you pull back a bit to look at him, to give him a sweet kiss and feel his strong, steady heartbeat against the palm of your hand. you're okay, you realise. you're okay as long as he's here, as long as he's holding you and cuddling you. and judging by his tight hug, he doesn't plan on letting go anytime soon.

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT #✉️#ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #♡: ross blurbs

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eight-cats-in-a-box · 8 months ago

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I did some Megs fluff bc I was bored

No use of Y/N, Cybertronian reader, unspecified Megs

Megatron x reader

No warnings that I can think of

Enjoy

"Megatron? Are you awake?"

Megatron looked up blearily, mildly confused and more than a little pissed. Both of these things faded to make way for concern when he saw who had disturbed his rest- he could never be angry at you.

"Yes, I'm awake. What is it, sweetspark?"

He untangled himself from the blankets, and as he walked over to where you were standing, Megatron saw tear-tracks running down your face. His spark sank as he came to the only logical conclusion- that your recharge had been haunted by the horrors conjured as you slept. “Nightmares again?”

A nod was all the confirmation Megatron needed to wrap you in a bone-crushing hug. He heard you say something, but it was lost, having fallen on deaf audials. He asked you to say it again, and you murmured, more audibly this time, "Is it okay if I recharge with you tonight?"

His optics widened, surprise etched across his face. But it certainly wasn't a request he would turn down. "Of course, darling." Megatron carefully scooped you up, minding your kibble, and deposited you on his berth, clambering in after you.

Megatron tugged the blankets over you both, pausing his movements as you snuggle close to his chassis. He could swear he felt his cold spark melting at the sight of his sweet conjunx-to-be cuddled up against him. "Better?"

He felt you nod against him, your audial pressed soundly to the metal above his sparkchamber. "That's good. Try to get some rest, sweetspark." Megatron felt you freeze against him, and concern welled up in him. "What's wrong?"

"Did...did you just call me sweetspark?" Megatron blinked. It seemed an odd question, but perhaps you simply hadn't heard him right. "Why do you ask?" His voice is quiet in the dark room, rumbling like thunder.

"...No reason. Just surprised is all..." You sighed quietly. "I'm still a little bit...not-used to the nicknames and stuff." His engine revs, coursing through his frame, and displeasure flickering through him. "I see. Well, perhaps I should use them more often," Megatron grumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehelm. "I see no reason not to. You are certainly worth it, my dear." He smiled as he heard you snort, pressing more kisses against your faceplate. “Not to be dramatic or anything, but I would fly into a cliff for you.”

You gasped. "Megs! Don't you dare!" He laughed. "And why not, darling? If it would save you from harm, I'd do it in a sparkbeat." he murmured gently, and snickering when he heard your affronted noise.

"No. No flying into cliffs! You'd scare me too bad and I'd think you died or something!" You scolded him, flicking his nose. He laughed fully, pressing his derma to yours. "Are you comfortable?"

You rolled your optics. "Yes, I am comfortable," you giggle. “You’re a good pillow.” He snorted at that. "Oh, am I now. Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. I knew it was a matter of time before you'd demote me." Megatron snickered as he felt you smack him playfully, wrapping his arms around you carefully and nuzzling against your finial.

You sighed, content. "You and me are going to rule the world. Just you wait," he murmured against your audial. He pressed a gentle kiss to your derma, smiling when he felt your engine purr. "But for now, recharge. You are safe here, with me- and nothing will change that."

Masterlist

#leo dont use excessive amounts of italics challenge #level: impossible #SUCCESS #hes such a dork #leo writes #megatron x reader #fluff #megatron #cybertronian! reader #struggling to tag this rn

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darling-answers · 5 days ago

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I'm thinking of a dragon!reader with genji and hanzo (maybe kiriko?). I just thought it'd kind of be funny or cute 😭

Have a nice day! -🍓

Day Nine

A Dragon Seriously?

Side note: thank you strawberry anon for always being so kind and patient and being one of my loyal fans from the beginning I hope you are doing okay and I’m so sorry for having this be so delayed.

Short one again. I Iike the idea of genji dragon having it own personality and it own sets of emotion outside of it owner personality.

Genji day was going very much fantastic. Angela had fixed up his robotic arm that was causing trouble among missions because of the reflexes were slower than his other arm. So he didn’t have to worry about calculating his stances and reaction time among missions.

His mission for stopping talon was successful with no civilian harmed physically some may have trouble with there houses being destroyed but insurance and helped from the government could cover that payment.

His relationship with his brother was strong as ever this morning before the mission happen his brother and him had went to a small cafe and caught up on his life, how he had been doing, what they plan for the future and obviously Hanzo considerate and pleading for Genji to allow him to repay him for almost killing Genji. Which Genji politely said no.

So why on one of the most fantastic days of his life could he not find his partner who for the rest of the day he wanted to spend quality time with, soba his dragon wasn’t helping much either as right when he walked into there share apartment instantly made a beeline for there bedroom so that soba could relax on the cat bed they got for the dragon and bask in the sunlight.

The house seemed empty with no odd noises that would be an insight for someone being there. Nothing was untouched from when they went to bed last night. Which concerned Genji. You had always gotten up Atleast made coffee or at-least had your dish from this morning making breakfast in the sink. Waiting for you to put it in the dishwasher when you got home.

He had known you were a grown adult your life was your own you could do whatever you want legally with no repercussions but why did today, how the house felt seem off and abandon. A small noise was heard in the bathroom. He would shrug it off about it just being sobs if it weren’t for the fact Soba came running back out with a scared expression roaring in terror. The only other time Soba had did this was when he was slashed down by his brother and was caught off guard.

His medal footsteps clank on the hardwood floor as he instantly rushed to the bedroom to see the commotion. Looking inside the bedroom with his sword unsheathed he sees what cause sobs to be frighten a big dragon laid on the bed spread out on it. The head of it laid on the pillow while it body curled and twist on the bed with the tail hanging off the bed.

His face that didn’t have his faceplate on showed his shocked expression his eyes looked around for his partner as he was careful not to startle the dragon, he slowly puts his sword back in it sheath as he took a step back. Soba let a yelp and a hiss out waking up the dragon. Genji let out a deep breath using the technique he learned from Zenyatta as he was ready to face this dragon if he needed to.

The dragon lazily looked over at the dragon and the man. Gave a lazy tongue sticking out and rolled it eyes. Rolling over using the blanket to cover themselves they try to fall back asleep but to no avail cause of there massive size and the staring they gave another look at Genji as they realized the man wasn’t being funny or laughing. Looking down they raised their eyebrow before looking up. In an instant his partner appeared and the dragon was gone and disappeared only leaving behind pink twinkles in there presence.

“ I guess I have a lot of explaining to do.”

They recounted the whole story about how they got turned into a dragon proving there point by showing there dragon that hanged off it shoulder on command. There unimpressed gaze at Genji shocked one, as they answered multiple layers of question as when he finally had no more questions a sighed was realized placing a hand on their face. They hope it satisfied Genji.

“ so yeah… i can command and turned into a dragon i hope this doesn’t make it weird and awkward… I’m surprised your shock about me being haft dragon and being able to turn into one but not the Talking Gorilla and the intelligent hamster that has an attitude worse than all mean girls combined together.”

A laugh was on there lips as they covered there mouth. Joking about the situation and being so relaxed. It was normal for humans to be concerned and shocked about stuff out of the norm but when was Overwatch daily lives ever in the true norm.

The power that they wielded were both impressive but also very powerful. In future battles now knowing they don’t have to hide it anymore from anyone, they knew the future to come with missions and fighting side by side would be successful.

“ Soba and your dragon must do a competition to see who the true winner of coolest dragon!”

“ sorry genji but i think our dragons would get the title of most laziest , both of them force us to carry them to get there food. That the most uncalled for thing i have seen in a long time.”

There were grumbling dragons in the next room as they heard one of their owner talk about them being lazy. Both were curled up next to eachother basking in the sun as they had a tongue sticking out at there owners who teased them for there laziness.

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #darlingfics #Fluffnovember #FluffList #Genji x reader #dragon!reader #genji shimada #Genji Shimada x reader

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howlingday · 6 months ago

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Day 6 of "9 Days of Lancaster"

The Lancaster Discord ◇ Hoodie Thief

Weiss: Just saw Jaune buying flowers and I told him that tulips are the most romantic flowers you could buy. Yangers: Did you tell him to press the tulips together? Weiss: Shut up, Yang.

Yang snickered as she met her quota for the day with Weiss. For some reason, a day where she didn't annoy Weiss didn't feel right. Looking over to her sister, who was gaming freely on her bed, laying down and staring up at the screen as she tapped the buttons and moved the sticks. For some reason, though, she didn't seem as focused as she usually was.

"Doin' okay, Rubes?"

"Huh?" The screen flashed. "Aw, crap! I died!"

"Seem pretty alive to me, Little Sister." Yang snickered.

"Shut up." Ruby groaned. She shuffled her pillow a bit. And tucked it? Yang walked over.

"Everything okay, Rubes?"

"Eep! Fine! Everything's fine!" Ruby said, clearly suspicious looking. Yang was about to look into it when suddenly...

BUZZ! Pyr: Jaune just came back with a bouquet of flowers for each of us! PnckQueen: I got pink ones~! Ren: He's heading over to RWBY's dorm. Shadows: Got it.

Looking up from her scroll, Yang saw Blake already at the door. She opened it to find one Jaune Arc holding his hand up to knock, now lowering it back down. He had a sheepish grin.

"Uh, hey, Blake!" He chuckled. "I guess you heard me coming, huh?"

"In a way." Blake looked to the bouquet in his hand. Roses, tulips, lavenders, and daffodils huddled together in their own groups. "Are those for me?"

"Oh, uh, yeah! Would you like one?"

"Sure." Blake nodded. "By the way, where's your hoodie?"

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. Yang looked over to find Ruby with her scroll on the ground, having faceplanted from her supposedly relaxed position. She groaned as she sat upright, then looked away when she saw everyone was staring at her.

"You okay, Ruby?" Jaune asked.

"I'm... I'm fine..." She answered. "I just... tripped."

"From on top of your bed?" Yang asked.

"Y-Yeah..." Ruby refused to look anyone in the eye.

"So, uh, Blake, which one did you-" Jaune noticed that both Blake and the lavender were gone from sight. "Oh. Uh, alright, talk to you later, I guess." Yang chuckled as Jaune stepped in and walked towards her. "Would you like a flower?"

"Oh my~!" Yang fanned herself. "Aren't you bold, asking a girl something like that~?" Suddenly Jaune got flushed, his eyes darting around the room. Yang stood up and he flinched. "I'm just messing with ya, Vomit Boy." She took the daffodils and smiled. "I'm gonna go find some place to put these in."

Yang left the room, leaving Jaune and Ruby alone inside. She was about to whip out her scroll when she noticed everyone was in the group chat. Going inside, the chat was on mute, and the camera was on. Tonight's feature presentation was Jaune and Ruby alone in a room with a bouquet.

"H-Hey." Jaune greeted.

"Hey..." Ruby replied.

"I, uh... I got some flowers." He lifted the bouquet to her. "If you want them."

"I love flowers." She smiled, taking the roses from inside. "Mom used to have a garden of them."

"She did?" Jaune sat down, setting the flowers aside. "I don't know a whole lot about flowers. Except that tulips are the most romantic."

"What?" Ruby snickered. "How?"

"Well, I just thought... You know, like, tulips together, and..."

"That was terrible." Ruby shook her head. "I actually think roses are more romantic. Tulips do mean love in a way, but red roses mean true love."

"O-Oh..." The two looked at each other for a while when Ruby jumped with a yelp.

"Uh, before I forget!" Ruby climbed to her bed and moved her pillow away. "This got mixed up in our laundry." Climbing down, she held out Jaune's signature hoodie to him. "I, uh, I've been keeping it warm."

"Oh, uh, thanks." Jaune took his hoodie. "Uh, do you want the tulips, too? I mean, I thought you'd want them, too."

"What about Weiss?" Ruby asked.

"She said she doesn't like flowers."

"Well..." Ruby picked up the remaining tulips from the bouquet. "You can have them, Jaune."

Jaune's face flushed a bit. "Uh... Thanks..."

Again, the two stood there, staring at one another, unsure of what the next move should be. That is until someone burst in from the door.

"WILL YOU TWO KISS ALREADY?!" The discord chat laughed at the sudden reveal.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #9 days of lancaster #lie ren #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #pyrrha nikos #nine days of lancaster

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dragonjesterwrites · 9 months ago

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hey dj!! if you find and time/motivation, would you write a sun x moon thing? i love em sm, and u write them rly well!! preferably a first kiss or confession or something if that’s okay! i’m a sucker for the getting together parts, and there’s not much when it comes to these two :(

again, if you’re not feeling it dw! but thanks anyway, love ya!! <3

Paris my beloved (platonic) 🫂 I'm sorry this took so long!! You get two stories, because I misread your ask originally (I'm illiterate) and wrote something cute but unrelated- then I fixed it and wrote a whole 'nother story! (I'll put the Ao3 links to both stories at the bottom)

Anyway, I hope you see them and enjoy 💛✨️

Circuit Board Sparks (+ Origami Kisses)

Word Count

Circuit Board Sparks: 5,759

Origami Kisses: 1,434

Pairing: Sun/Moon

Summary/Genre

Circuit Board Sparks (Angst, fluff, suspense): Fazbear Entertainment strictly prohibits their animatronics from forming romantic attachment. Thankfully, Fazbear Entertainment is stupid, and will do anything if it means saving money.

Origami Kisses (Fluff, minor suspense, a wee bit suggestive 😳): LGBTQ/worker's rights win! The robots are slacking off work to make out in the closet

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Sun didn't know why he did these things to himself.

He held the pink, heart shaped card aloft, rubbing its glittery edge idly with one thumb and causing a small sprinkling of white and red sparkles to fall down on his faceplate.

But he didn't react, except with a simulated sigh, as he stared at the picture on the paper. A delightful little doodle of him and Moon, separate and standing on either side of Ava, one of their little regulars. Everyone was smiling and holding hands, and they were all standing on a grassy, flower-filled field, with blue skies made purple by the pink of the paper and scribbly, rosy-white clouds.

My dads and me, read the caption above- well, a few letters were backwards and the ‘a’ on the ‘and’ was missing, but Sun was accustomed to the wonky handwriting of toddlers and translated it with ease.

They weren't the girl's fathers, of course- that honor belonged to Ava's two lovely and hilarious mothers that she followed around like a little duckling, but during her time without them at the Daycare, she'd decided that she needed two fathers as well… preferably ones in a relationship like her mothers were. As many times as Sun and Moon had tried to gently dissuade her from referring to them as her married fathers- it wasn't allowed- they weren't allowed- she was resolute, and they'd taken to answering any suspicious probing from upper management with a shrug and a cheerful kids, am I right?

It was a little troublesome, sure. But they adored her anyway, and besides, they'd gotten good at being convincing.

If only Sun was as good at convincing himself. The truth was, he would give anything to be free from this wretched mall, and have kids of his own, and… and marry Moon. The thought made his processors stutter, his fingers twitching against the back of the card and triggering another tiny glitter shower.

He'd tried to bury his love deep. He'd almost tried to rid himself of it, make himself forget. Maybe he had- it's not like he'd remember. But if that were the case, it had come back, and with force. Sun would often lay awake on the rickety bed they'd constructed together and wonder if the squeezing hurt in his circuits was at all comparable to what the humans called heartache.

What he'd give to raise little ones with Moon. He'd be such a good father, Sun just knew it. They could have a big, big house somewhere, with a big ol’ bedroom filled with all the blankets and pillows Moon desired. A big kitchen too, Sun thought. He could make so many snacks for the kiddos! Like cookies, and brownies, and homemade candy… go upstairs, past all the pictures of them together, and walk into the room with a trayful of treats, only to find them all cuddled up and asleep. Sun could just see it.

A storybook in Moon's gentle grasp, still open and drooping towards the plush carpet. His music box, chiming softly in the cozy dark of the room. String lights and nightlights casting rainbow reflections on the walls. And all their kids, snuggling up on Moon's chest where he cradled them, or nestled comfortably in his lap, or laying next to him on the massive, starry beanbag in the center of the room.

And Sun would set the cookies down as quietly as possible, and pad over to give each child and Moon a little kiss on the temple. He knew he'd linger on Moon, keeping his grin pressed softly against his love's faceplate for at least several seconds, before pulling away to fetch his charger. Sun would want to savor the contact, to make up for all the times he-

…to make up for all the times he couldn't.

Like now.

The squeezing grew tighter.

Sun sighed again, though this time it was more of a strangled huff. He shook his head wordlessly, the heart beginning to tremble in his grasp.

With a flurry of clicks and whirs, he abruptly stood, and marched over to the arcade machine- behind it sat a small plastic chest Moon had pilfered from the old supplies that were to be thrown out. It had a crack in it that Sun had patched with outdated bandaids, hiding, for the most part, the contents inside.

He brought it out from its hiding place, opened it up, and placed the heart inside, along with all the other offered-up notes, doodles, and gifts from the kids that even remotely suggested he and Moon might be in a romantic relationship. The chest was getting a bit full, now… they'd need another soon.

Sun stared down at the heart for just a moment longer. It rested on top of the stack, the newest addition to the collection of something that never could be. Perhaps never would be, anyway- after all Sun's internal strife; his daily cursing out of the company, their backwards, restrictive policies, and their penchant for electric punishment- he had no idea if Moon even liked him back.

He dropped the lid, and it shut on the heart with a snap!

Once again, Sun decided as he dragged himself back to bed, he would bury his feelings. Everything hurt, the shocks would hurt more, and it was late. Flopping into the bed face-first did nothing to alleviate the pain, but Sun knew something that would. He reached out blindly for his charger, patting the blankets for it. There.

It slipped easily into his charging port, and he let himself relax into the bed with a series of discordant click-tick-clicks as the charger's influence began to take over him. As his programming slowed, the hurt ebbed away with everything else, until he was nothing more than simple code in a dreamless void.

~~~~~

Click. Click. Click.

Moon tapped the pen against his carved teeth, reading over what he'd wrote.

There were two things, actually- two letters, one to Sun and one to management. Moon sincerely doubted they'd listen, even though he made some very good points about the cost-effectiveness of his idea, but it was worth a shot. He'd never stop trying for this favor in particular.

A tiny bit of red glitter swirled down on to the letter, and he paused his tapping to watch it come to rest on the word separate.

Hmm. Moon set down the pen and reached up to his grin to scrape at it with his fingertip, only for more glitter to join their lost piece on the page. When Moon pulled his finger back, it, too, now sparkled with little bits of red and white, and Moon let out a fond hum, tilting his head at the sight.

“Up to some arts and crafts, were you, Sunny?” He asked the empty room. His voice echoed back at him, and he huffed quietly, looking down at his letter. With any luck, he'd soon never have to hear his own voice come back to him again. With any luck, their room would be filled with shared giggling, and teasing, and songs sung together after a long day's work.

The idea filled Moon with both an incredible softness and a deep, deep longing. It was dangerous to want like this, he knew that. Didn't stop him. As long as he wasn't open with it, they wouldn't punish him, or Sunny. As much as it killed Moon, he'd keep it in.

He could still be friendly with Sun, though. Management didn't order them to hate each other, just forbid them from expressing romantic feelings. So Moon got away with what he could, putting little blue hearts on his ‘i's (it wasn't like they were red, humanity's typical symbol of romantic love) asking Sun how his day was, and bringing him gifts he hoped he'd like from the lost and found.

He wasn't half as good at arts and crafts as Sun was, but he attempted that from time to time, too, sometimes spending hours cutting out paper dolls and doodling silly things to make him laugh. And if little heart sequins somehow found their way onto the paper and cardstock with the rest of the glitter, well, whoops. Total accident.

Moon lifted the letter to management and gave it a good shake, sending the red and white bits of glitter down onto the letter to Sun. Hm. Speaking of arts and crafts…

He left the letters on the floor and headed for the balcony. His cable came when called, clipping onto his back and allowing him to soar down to the supply closet.

He was back five minutes later, the supplies necessary bundled into his long arms. He set them down besides the letters, spread them out, and got to work. Moon was careful, each snip of the scissors and swipe of the glitter glue's brush deliberate and slow.

He was probably pushing it. If management found out, he was sure they'd have some questions. But after Moon finished up, and as he headed down to both return the supplies and drop off the letter to the Parts and Service supervisor's office, he thought of what he should say if questioned. By the time he was back at the Daycare and sitting in front of his finished piece, he decided he was content with his defense, and plugged in for the night with only a little bit of unrelated anxiety sparking in his circuits.

Sun's letter and Moon's gift sat by their bed, ready for Sun in the wee hours of the morning.

~~~~~

“Hey, Sunny.”

Sun couldn't help but wince, despite the little ones sitting beside him at the craft table. He knew that tone. The helper approaching him was friendly enough, but her tone was not one of camaraderie.

“Why, hello, Julia! How are you this fine morning? Would you like to join us? We're making paper puppets!” Sun said, wiggling his fingers. A few of them fell off, and he let out a dramatic gasp, making the kids laugh.

If Julia picked up on how forced his cheer was, she didn't say anything. She did grimace a little, however. “Yes, but P and S want you. I can take over- I'll save you some supplies for when you come back.”

At once and in unison, the kids groaned, and Julia's eyes narrowed, ever so slightly, at Sun. Sun shrugged subtly back at her- he understood why she'd be suspicious. Honestly, training the kids to guilt trip the adults is exactly the sort of stunt he'd pull, but he was pretty sure it was just because he'd been even more active with them than usual.

Throwing himself into his work was always a good distraction.

“Don't take Mister Sun away, Miss Julia!” One of the kids cried, pouting at her and throwing down their supplies. “We just got started!”

“Don't worry, kiddo. Mister Sun will be back before you know it! Well… by the end of the day at least.”

Oh, no. End of the day? It was only eight in the morning!

Sun picked up the kid who'd cried- Percy- and held him up, to Percy's surprise. “Oh, can't it wait just a little longer, Ms. Julia? Just until Percy and I have finished our puppets!”

Julia's sympathetic twist of the mouth became a frown, and when she spoke she'd lowered her volume to a murmur. “Sun. C’mon, man. Don't do this.”

Sun met her stern and mildly disappointed gaze with an innocent blink, but then Percy began to squirm.

“Mister Sun, I can't finish my Monty puppet from up here.” Percy protested, kicking his legs a little.

Sun closed his eyes and sighed, setting the boy down. “No, I suppose you can't. Very sorry, Percy, go ahead and keep creating! I'll be back to see it before you have to go, okay?”

“Okay. I'll watch your stuff.” Percy said, pulling Sun's craft towards him. Sun had no doubt the little Moon puppet would vanish before he returned, but even in the midst of his anxious despair, he appreciated the thought.

“Aww, thank you Percy!” Sun stood and clapped his hands together, briefly catching the attention of the more focused toddlers. “I'll see the rest of you superstars in just a few hours, okay? Have fun, and be good for Ms. Julia!”

A chorus of okays and bye-byes was offered to him, and he returned each and every one as he swapped places with Julia.

It was only once the kids had returned their attention to the crafts, and he couldn't drag it out any longer, that he turned and let the cable take him to his room. The Parts and Service tech was waiting for him at the door, and they waved the keeper device over his upper right arm. It deactivated the boundary lock that kept him within the bounds of the Daycare and Theater, and simultaneously activated the tracker that the company could use to, well, track him and Moon down if they ever managed to escape.

It was a too-short walk down to Parts and Services. He fiddled with the heart locket Moon had made him, hidden safely from suspicious eyes in the deep pockets of his jester pants. It couldn’t ease his anxieties entirely- just having it on his person brought its own little pang of anxiety- but Sun was glad for it regardless. It was probably the closest he'd ever get to holding Moon's hand.

The tech escorting him hadn't told Sun anything about the apparently lengthy procedure planned, and Sun hadn't asked. He was just too nervous, he didn't want to know.

But as the tech opened the door for him, and Sun walked into the room to be greeted by at least a dozen techs turning their heads to stare at him, he really wished he had.

“Alright, let's do this.” Lance, the ever-blunt and irritable head of Parts and Service began giving orders, and the techs scrambled to obey. “Daycare Attendant, go ahead and get in the cylinder chair. Irene, Max, go in with him. Strap him down and turn him off, then get his measurements. Tyler, Muhammed, you're on cutting station, Flor and Charlie- wiring…”

Sun walked as slowly as he could without attracting attention for it, quiet but rapidly puzzling over all the information he was taking in as fast as possible. Too many techs- training? No, they're too quick- professional. Why bring in professionals? And why so many? Different stations; metal-cutting, wiring, endoskeleton-

Oh. Oh, no. They're not- surely they're not decommissioning us?

He squeezed the locket and chuckled as he got into the hard plastic chair, the sound high-pitched and nervous even to his own audio receptors. “You know, I forgot to ask- silly me, hah- what is all this fuss about, hm?”

“It's a surprise, if that makes you feel better.” Irene told him with a smile, Max nodding along as he tugged Sun's hand out of his pocket so he could wrap his wrist in the restraint.

Sun's voicebox crackled with a hummed laugh. His now empty hand flexed under the newly tightened restraint, before he dropped it so his fingers could tap out a shaky rhythm onto the chair rest. “Oh- no, that's quite terrifying, actually.”

The pair of techs laughed too- they must have thought he was joking. But before he could say more, Irene reached up to the back of his faceplate. “You'll be fine, big guy. Gonna turn you off now, alright?”

NO-!

Then he woke up. Woke- woke up! Oh, thank every star in the sky-

“Alllrighty, bud, up you get.” The tight pressure around his wrist released, and he turned his head to see Max and Irene, looking significantly more tired and dirty, their uniforms spattered and streaked with grease and machine oil. “Moon's turn.”

“Moon's turn?” Sun repeated. He looked down at himself and through his software, examining inside and out. Unlike the humans, he was clean- not just that, he was completely unchanged.

“Yeah, he- ah, right. We didn't tell you.” Max chuckled. He lifted his arm, pointing at the opposite side of the glass cylinder. “Look for yourself.”

Sun turned, and if he had had a jaw to drop-

Moon stood on the other side, staring at him through the glass. His eyes glowed blue, so brightly Sun was amazed he hadn't noticed the glow reflecting off of Max and Irene. They grew even brighter as Sun met his gaze, and Moon tipped his faceplate, wiggling his fingers at Sun in enthusiastic greeting.

Sun was out of the chair in a flash, vaulting over the armrest to press against the glass. “Moon. Moon! Moony, is that really you?”

The glass muffled Moon's response, and Sun flexed his fluttering rays at him in half confusion and half delight, but then Moon stepped closer and pressed his hand against the glass, too, so that only two inches of glass separated their palms. It's me. I'm here.

“Hey, Sun, you can talk to him for real if you use the door.” Irene's amused voice snapped him out of it, and he whipped his head around, first at her, then at the door.

“Then tell him to come in for us.” Max added.

“Yes- yes, of course!” Sun took one last look at Moon, and watched his eyes flash, his faceplate tipping to the side. A sense of playfulness gripped him, and he dropped to a crouch, preparing to dash out. Moon did the same, and Sun ripped his hand away, booking it for the doors.

He almost crashed into Moon, and reached out to catch him. Moon grabbed onto him in turn, large hands warming Sun's casings, and they both burst out giggling, clutching at each other, overwhelmed with joy.

“Hey! What did you do to them?” Lance called, exasperated. “Why are they acting high?”

“They're not high.” Erica- one of the techs that had been by Moon- laughed. “They've got the zoomies. It's like- two excitable dogs meeting each other for the first time.”

“Well, you can throw them a ball later. We've got work to do.” Lance said firmly. “Daycare Attendant Moon, get in the cylinder.”

Moon's laughter died down, and he glanced first at Lance, then at the cylinder, eyeglow dimming significantly. “Right. Yes, sir.”

Moon's voice wasn't at all what Sun had expected, but Sun loved it regardless. It was soft, and raspy, and crackly, and it made its home in Sun's processors right away. But he pushed the rush of adoration aside for the moment, focusing instead on assuring his counterpart.

Sun squeezed his arms, prompting Moon to look at him. “Hey, Moony. I'll see you when you get out, and I'll be right here, waiting for you, okay? Not gonna move an inch, no sir!”

Moon eyes regained most of their original brightness, and Sun heard his fans whir a little faster. “Okay, Sunny. I'll see you soon.”

Sun barely resisted the urge to press his forehead against Moon's, instead squeezing him again before letting him go. It took the last remaining scrap of his self-control to do so, and he watched him go, eyes never leaving him for a second.

He didn't have to wait long to touch him again, thankfully. The techs were just finishing up, running tests on them both to make sure Moon worked right and Sun still worked right after the techs had gone poking about his gears and wires, moving things aside so they could compare their bodies as they built Moon's.

Sun told them he'd never felt better, but they still insisted on running the tests on him too, which he put up with only after another brush against Moon as he passed him back into the cylinder, the contact making his wires buzz.

And then, once the restraints had come off again, he jumped out and all but ran to Moon, who beamed at him before turning away. Sun followed his gaze, landing on Lance standing nearby, frowning down at a clipboard as he flipped through its pages.

“Okay, you're good. Get out of here.” Lance ordered, after just a minute more.

Moon whipped back, faceplate spinning in delight, and grabbed Sun's hand. Sun had barely a second to register the feeling of Moon's hand slipping into his and holding him tightly before Moon was pulling him down the hall and towards the double doors.

It only took, oh, about ten seconds for his processors to catch up, but when he did he let out a joyous laugh to match Moon's adorable giggles, and put on a burst of speed, which Moon was happy to match.

They ran all the way to the Daycare, and it was only once they reached it did they slow to a stop.

“Oh, goodness.” Sun peered through the netting, letting his gaze sweep the empty, clean Daycare. “I- or, well, we, I mean- must have been gone the whole day!”

“They did a good job of cleaning up without us.” Moon said. Sun felt his rays flutter just hearing Moon speak, and he turned to him right as Moon did the same, his eyes brightening again. “I guess that means we get to spend time together.”

Spend time together. His words, and the sweet, tender way he said it made Sun feel all fuzzy and gooey and warm inside.

He chuckled, his rays fluttering again. They might not have stopped, actually. Is this what being drunk felt like? “O-okay.”

His processors caught up a second later, and if he wasn't holding Moon's hand, he'd have slapped himself. Sun, you fool! Say something else! You're programmed with over 170,000 words, surely you can come up with something more eloquent!

His voicebox only stuttered once before he managed to get it working. “I would love to spend time with you, Moony.”

Moon's eyes brightened, and he stepped closer, so close Sun could feel the heat his fans were pushing off him. Moon reached up, his hand making gentle contact with Sun's cheek, and Sun melted further, letting his faceplate roll into the touch. Oh, if only Moon knew the effect he had on him.

A little bit of doubt crept into Sun's mind- what if Moon was just being friendly? What if the barely-held-back need to grab him and kiss him silly- as best he could with his immovable grin- was all his own?

But Moon chased away Sun's worries with little brushes of his thumb over Sun's cheek, and Sun reached subconsciously up to hold Moon's wrist, fingers sliding between the bells and making them ring quietly. Moon leaned in even closer, eyes dimming into something soft. “Hey, Sunny?”

“Yeah, Moony?” Sun breathed.

Moon's voicebox buzzed almost inaudibly with the beginning of a sentence, and then his eyes flickered brighter, and- Sun thought- moved briefly to the side, but he wasn't sure. Moon tore away and spun with a clean pirouette, leaving Sun stunned and only able to watch as Moon then pranced over to the slide.

“Race you to our room.” Moon taunted, before grabbing the top of the Slide Into Fun! sign, picking his legs up, and launching himself down like a blue and white torpedo. “Last one there is a rotten egg!”

For a moment, all Sun could do was stand there and listen to Moon's cackles echo up the slide, hand still hovering in the air where he'd been holding him. He took in a deep artificial breath, then glanced to the side. Doors. Right.

His heart wasn't really in it, but he still vaulted over the railing with ease and speed, then booked it down the stairs three at a time. Moon crashed audibly into the ball pit by the time Sun reached the doors, which were pushed easily open and then kicked shut behind him.

Moon was wading noisily through the pit, and Sun caught his eyes flash as they locked gazes. Sun called for the cable, but Moon was faster and closer. It dropped from the ceiling, clipping onto Moon's back and pulling him up and out. “Ooh, too slow!” Moon teased, and despite the worry and emotional stranglehold on his circuits, Sun still huffed, amused by his counterpart's antics.

The cable dropped Moon off on the balcony, and Moon took one last lingering look at Sun over his shoulder before disappearing between the curtains.

The cable came for Sun next, having logged his ping. It clipped securely behind him, and brought Sun soaring up to the balcony next. He listened for Moon as it detached, noting the sound of his machinery heading further away- he was probably heading into the second room via the tunnel.

The carabiner released fully, and Sun pushed through the curtains, looking around the room before heading down the short steps. “So!” He called, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “What do you want to do first? We could do arts and crafts- that's what I was doing with the kids before I was called to Parts and Service.”

Sun reached the lip of the plastic blue tunnel that connected the rooms, and began to crawl through. “Ooh, we could also build a pillow fort! Or play cards, or read together.” He got out, standing and brushing himself off before continuing. Odd, but he couldn’t see Moon anywhere.

“We could also play one of our board games! I just found a game called Battleship collecting dust in the supply closet-”

“Actually, Sunny... I had something a little different in mind.”

He barely had time to turn around before Moon was stepping into view and into Sun's personal space again, both hands taking his faceplate. “Wh-”

Moon closed the distance and kissed him, hands coming around the sides of Sun's faceplate to weave through his wires. Sparking electricity shot through Sun's circuits, his whole body suddenly buzzing with warmth. The same joyous delight from before gripped him, but this time it was so strong he locked up, unable to move.

Moon broke away several seconds later with a quiet pant, like he'd actually run out of air kissing Sun. “Sun, I… Sunny? Are you okay?”

Sun meant to say something along the lines of yesI’mokaypleasepleasekissmeagain, but sadly, the only thing that came out of his voicebox was a lame wheeze, and Moon's eyes grew bright and wide with what Sun presumed was alarm.

“I- I'm sorry, I should have asked.” Moon stammered, pulling his hands quickly away. “I just- are you- do you- are you alright?”

YesI’mfineI’mfinekissmeagainpleasepleaseplease-

Sun tried again to speak, but this time instead of a wheeze, his voicebox produced only a static crackle. Hmmmm… alright, maybe I'm… not fine.

Moon hesitated only a moment longer before grabbing Sun's hand and tugging him over to the bed, pressing on his shoulders to get him to sit. Sun's concern for himself all but vanished with each touch of Moon's hands on his body, and was completely forgotten when Moon's trembling fingers tangled through his head wires again.

“Stars, what have I done?” Moon muttered as he poked around. “Moon, you idiot. Kiss him without asking, break his voicebox.” He raised his voice a little from its low growl, becoming something softer and apologetic. “Sun, I'm sorry- I can fix it. T-the second thing, at least.”

Sun tried to respond, but still nothing. Then there was a click! in the back of his head, as much a sensation as it was a noise, and his voicebox beeped in his chest. Reset.

Moon scooched quickly back, the blankets rustling as he moved. Sun turned to look, watching as Moon began to fiddle with a section of one. “Are you okay? Does it work?”

“Mmhmm. It works.” Sun confirmed.

Moon sighed in relief, joints clicking as he deflated. “I'm glad. And I'm sorry again, truly, I just- I was so excited, and I really like you-”

Sun got up, and all but tackled Moon back down, wrapping himself around the other animatronic. Moon let out a surprised grunt, bouncing on the bed a little and blinking up at Sun with bright blue eyes as Sun began to ramble.

“Oh, Moony, I like you too! I was so worried you wouldn't, I was so excited to finally hear you and see you and touch you and kiss you but I didn't know if you liked me back, and I didn't want to scare you off, and-”

A giggle, soft and crackly but growing louder, caught Sun's attention, and he faltered, peering down at Moon beneath him. The lunar animatronic reached up for him, eyes bright and frame trembling with mirth. One shaky hand caressed Sun's cheek, ghosting over the rounded silicone. “I'm sorry, I just… I love you so much.”

Sun's processors came to an abrupt halt, clearing any other thought but that one out of his mind. “You… you love me? You really love me?”

Moon took a proper hold of Sun's cheek, cupping his face in his hand while his eyeglow softened, along with his voice. “I do. I love you a lot. More than words can say. I- ooh-”

Sun dropped, smashing their grins together in an overjoyed kiss. He wrapped his arms around Moon, holding him tight, as tight as he possibly could without crushing him, and his circuits sparked when Moon returned both the kiss and the embrace, pressing his grin back into Sun's and laying his hands on his back.

It was Sun who broke the kiss, though it was only so he could press kisses onto every other inch of Moon with a pronounced mwah! between declarations of love. “I love you! I love you so, so much and you have no idea how long I've wanted to say that- well, okay, maybe you do, but- I'm just so so so excited to say it, I want to say it forever, and hug you, and kiss you, and hold you forever and ever-”

Moon, for his part, was reduced to a flustered mess, giggling like mad and barely able to reach up and pull his hat over his face- but with each delighted spin of his faceplate, he had to let go of the brim of his nightcap, and Sun could see just how brightly those beautiful eyes glowed.

Moon's laughter made Sun giggly too, and it wasn't long before the dizzying euphoria stripped him of words, and he ran out of untouched casing to nuzzle and kiss. He kissed him all over a second time anyway, just to make sure Moon knew how cherished he was, but eventually collapsed on top of him, panting between pleased chuckles and little extra nuzzles against Moon's chest.

Their laughter exhausted itself eventually, and they settled into each other's embrace in the cozy, afterhours quiet of their room, holding each other as close as possible and purring just loud enough for the other to hear. After a few minutes, Moon shifted ever so gently, and Sun moved his faceplate to look up over at him, rays fluttering.

“I love you too, Sunny.” Moon's voice was thick with affection, and he nuzzled against the top of Sun's faceplate, eliciting a louder more rumbling purr from the solar animatronic. But then Moon sighed and averted his gaze, eyeglow dimming, and Sun searched his face with increased attention, worried.

Was… was I too much? He wondered, but then Moon continued. “...We'll have to hide it, of course, but-”

Oh.

“No.” Sun shook his head, rays pulsing. “No, we're getting out of here.”

Moon's eyes brightened, then dimmed again, just as quickly as they'd lit up. “How?”

“I don't know.” Sun replied. “But we are. I absolutely refuse to live in a place that won't even let me hold hands with the love of my life. I mean, it's ridiculous!”

Seized by indignation, he sat up, and Moon let him go, watching him with brightened eyes as Sun stood and began to pace up and down the dusty floorboards. “Can't put ideas into the kids heads,’ they say. As if there aren't plenty of kiddos with gay parents already! No, no, it's not that. They know if we fall in love, we won't stand for seeing our partners suffer at their hands. We're used to getting hurt ourselves, but seeing each other receive the same treatment?”

He growled, shaking his head to clear the image of Moon writhing in pain. “I'd- oohoohoo, I'd do something I might regret, that's for sure.”

“Sunny.” Moon's soft call of his name made Sun falter, and he turned to look at Moon. The sight of him laying there in their bed, head propped up in his hand as he watched Sun with those beautiful eyes of his made Sun turn to absolute mush, anger fading and guilt taking its place.

“I'm sorry.” Sun said, making his way back over to the bed. Moon scooched back and opened up his arms in invitation, and Sun gladly accepted his embrace, laying down on his side, facing Moon. With the hand not settling on Sun's waist, Moon brushed his knuckles against Sun's cheek, and Sun sighed, closing his eyes. “It's just… I love you, and I hate them, and I couldn't stand to see you hurt. The very thought makes me furious.”

“It's alright.” Moon murmured. His voice was so kind, so gentle even underneath the static crackling, and Sun felt more of his anxieties fade. “I love you, too, and for what it's worth, Sunny... I share your sentiment.”

The kindness had dissolved in those last words, replaced by an underlying growl, and they were punctuated too with a squeeze around Sun's middle. But then Moon huffed, and when he spoke again, he just sounded a little bit tired. “But yes… we will escape. We'll have to bring the others with us, it would hardly be fair to leave them behind… but once all is said and done, we can enjoy our freedom. Maybe find a nice big house out in the middle of nowhere to make our own.”

Sun could feel his casings grow warmer, despite the efforts of his fans. “Aww. I had the same idea.”

Moon chuckled. “Great minds think alike.” He pulled Sun closer, and Sun obliged him, snuggling up. “We can make plans later, though. For now, how about we just enjoy each other's company? All the humans have gone home, and there are no cameras in here. We're safe, Sunny, and we're together.”

“Yes. That does sound nice.” Sun whispered, and Moon lowered his hand, then leaned forward to gently press the top of his head to Sun's.

“I love you, Sunny.”

“I love you too, Moony.”

~~~~~

Ao3 Link to Circuit Board Sparks

Ao3 Link to Origami Kisses

#sun x moon #sun x moon fnaf #celestial boyfriends #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #not sywsar related

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writesology · 2 months ago

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happy birthday to everyone's favorite bitch boy ace trappola <33 it's not his birthday for me yet but it is somewhere

yes i posted this on ao3 but i wrote it in tumblr drafts so i feel like i should post it here too. big thanks to @shiamiko for going insane about ace relaxing room card w me <3

After almost a year of dating, Riddle likes to think he's learned a lot about Ace. Unfortunately, one of the things he has learned is that Ace is entirely incapable of getting out of bed until ten minutes before the start of class, and if his second-year thinks he'll get any clemency for it, then he's sorely mistaken.

Right then; it's time to start his routine. "Ace. Ace, love, get up." Riddle shakes Ace's shoulder with all of his physical might (and a bit of his magical one too), but the second-year barely budges. "Come on, Ace. There's twenty minutes left before class, and you know what Professor Trein will do if you're late again."

Ace lets out a small huff, and for a moment, the redhead has hope that his boyfriend will wake up. Instead, Ace rolls over on his side and turns away; amidst the anger rising on his face, Riddle silently tells himself that he will not lose his temper. It's much too early for that.

The redhead reaches over Ace's body and grabs one of his embroidered pillows, smirking as he holds it with both hands. "You leave me with no choice, Ace. Know that you brought this upon yourself."

He brings the pillow down on Ace's side, leaving his second-year spluttering, and once more near Ace's shoulder. Ace, for his part, weakly raises an arm to defend himself, but it doesn't do anything to stop Riddle's onslaught.

"Ow ow– rosebud, Riddle, stop! I'm up, I'm up..." Ace begrudgingly sits up with a groan and opens his eyes. "Why do you always feel the need to do that..."

"If you got up the first time, I wouldn't." He brushes Ace's bangs back and presses a kiss to his second-year's forehead. "Good morning to you, Ace."

Ace sleepily returns the kiss. "G'morning. When's class start?"

"In fifteen minutes."

Riddle watches the gears turn in Ace's head, and when it finally clicks, the second-year's eyes go wide. "F-fifteen?! Already?!"

"Yes, love. If you hurry, we can still make it."

"Okay, okay!" Ace throws the blankets off and runs straight into the bathroom, changing into his uniform with a flick of his pen as he shuts the door. Riddle gathers books into his arms while water runs behind him, and before long, Ace emerges with his face still dripping wet.

"...Love, please don't tell me you just splashed your face with water again."

"Hey, you're the one who said we don't have that much time!" Ace tugs his headband off and wipes the rest of the water away before staring at Riddle with pleading eyes. "And can you please fix my hair while we walk? Gift for your favorite underclassman?"

Riddle grins, stifling a laugh at how bright orange hair sticks out every which way. "But of course. Let's be off."

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Ace's hair is incredibly soft, something Riddle marvels at while he runs his hand through it to tame the mess, but for all his efforts, it doesn't end up looking any better.

He pauses in the middle of the path, his other hand reaching up to try combing it out, when Ace stops walking and nearly faceplants straight into the dirt.

A quick burst of magic saves the second-year, given that both of Riddle's hands are occupied, and the redhead stares at the other in concern. "A-Ace? What happened, why did you–" A weight plops onto his shoulder, and Riddle immediately realizes what's happened.

Ace is snoring away on his shoulder, and through his thoughts of the audacity his card soldier has to fall asleep while the queen is treating him, Riddle can't help but find the sight unbearably cute.

Unfortunately, their professors wait for no one, so Riddle's forced to wake him.

He ruffles Ace's hair one last time before deeming it neat enough for one of his card soldiers, and Riddle gently nudges his boyfriend awake.

"Hm..?" Ace yawns and stretches his arms. "Riddle? We're not at class yet?"

"We would've been, if someone hadn't fallen asleep." The redhead smiles teasingly as he pokes Ace's chest. "Was my playing with your hair truly so relaxing for you?"

"Wh– did I really?!" Ace scoffs and turns away, neither of them mentioning how red his cheeks are. "I-I'm just tired, 'kay? It had nothing to do with that! Not my fault classes start this early..."

"Whatever you say, love." Riddle hums in amusement as he strides towards the main building. "By the way, I hope you know that your suit makeup is smudged."

"Hah? I don't think it was–" He's cut off by soft lips on his cheek, and as soon as Riddle pulls away, Ace pouts and flushes even redder. "...Oh. Thanks."

"My pleasure."

#my fic #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #ridoace #acerido #they're domestic and in love i don't make the rules #i love that it's canon that ace oversleeps without an alarm. riddle would be his alarm i think <3 #can't snooze ur dorm head. idiot

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xplrvibes · 11 months ago

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Favourite 3 Colby moments in any Sam and Colby videos (including both boys personal channels)?

Favourite 3 Sam moments in any Sam and Colby videos (including their personal channels)?

I think I've had this ask for a while but it got lost in the shuffle that is my half broken inbox...my apologies!

Its really hard to pick a favorite moment for each boy, since thats such a broad term, so I just wrote down the first three that came to mind:

Colby

There is a moment in the first truth or drink video where Colby is just blotto, as the kids used to say back in my day - seeing double, feeling no pain, etc - and he and Sam both go to take a shot and he has a really tough time swallowing the thing down. He then looks over at Sam and goes, "Are you alright? Oh, you didn't drink yours yet," and idk, just something about his drunk ass still being all worried about the people around him, even when they should be worried about him cause he's about to faceplant into something is oddly endearing lol. (There's also a moment in that video where he is talking about something and he says, "We're gonna say something, and it's gonna come out of my mouth" and that's on my Mt Rushmore of things snc have said about their relationship that weirdly define the undefineable. Actually, that whole video is one big Colby moment after another, just watch the whole thing lol)

That time he macked it up with the ghost lady at the Mizpah (main channel video). I'm sorry, but the fact that he's in bed giggling with this ghost, flirting with her, rolling around in her essence like it's cat nip while everyone else is having the worst time ever? Hilarious and very Colby Brock-like to me.

Amber redoing his room and finding his old Kansas pillow, and him thinking that it was a major save to announce that the other pillows on the bed that he was using were left there by the previous homeowners. It's an interesting look into what a typical gross boy he is, while also showcasing how weirdly sentimental he is about stuff.

Sam:

I often think of how he got drunk with the babushkas at Chernobyl, cried about their perceived loneliness in life, and then passed out in the car on the way home. I think Chernboyl was a big life goal for him to explore, being fascinated with abandoned stuff...but I think he was genuinely surprised and touched by the humanity of it all and that made that video very sincere and gave it a lot more depth than you'd expect. Those babushkas taught him a lesson and hit him right in the heartstrings, and you could see that in that moment. Getting out-drank by 90 year old babushkas was just the icing on the cake.

I don't remember what video it was, but I distinctly remember a time where Colby asked Sam who he preferred between him and Kat and without hesitation this man went, "Well obviously you." Aside from that being stone cold towards his then-girlfriend (sorry lol), that was such a sweet little moment.

That car drifting video they made during 25x25. The voicemail 16 year old Sam left his mom: "Hey mom, I crashed my car. Ok, bye" like...that makes me laugh every time I come across that video. Ending it with this sad little "ok bye" just...come on, that's comedy.

#asks #sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach

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magicalqueennightmare · 1 year ago

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Sins & Amends Chapter 59

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: Your wedding day arrives

"Y/N I swear, if you don't go to sleep you won't make it to the wedding!" Karen's hollow threat made you crack up laughing even harder. You hadn't seen the point of spending the night before the wedding apart but Frank being Frank insisted you and Billy do something in line with tradition considering Maria had been pregnant yet they spent the night before their wedding apart.

That meant that while Billy was sound asleep on Curtis' couch that Karen was listening to you having a case of the nervous giggles. "Kare! What if I trip?" You whispered in the dark the mental image of doing a faceplant causing tears to slip out the corner of your eyes from how hard you were laughing. "Curtis won't let you fall! Now go to sleep before I go sleep in Adi's room with her!"

You went quiet for a few seconds and she thought you'd finally fell asleep until you poked her shoulder. "What?" She asked turning to face you with a laugh.

"Thank you for being in my life Karen. When Maria died I never dreamed of being that close to someone again or seeing Frank as happy as he is. You've helped us all so much just by being you" her smile turned less joking and more serious "I'm glad I wandered into yours and Frank's life. I have a family now and I wouldn't trade any of you for anything in this world. I love you, that being said go to sleep so we aren't late to the venue in turn causing our guys to go into full panic mode worrying something happened to us and Adi"

That mental image made your eyes widen in horror "Jesus those two would tear New York apart" you smiled at her then turned over willing yourself to be soothed to sleep by Billy's cologne that still clung lightly to his pillows.

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You were up the next morning downing your third cup of coffee by the time Adi woke up and came stumbling into the living room where you were waiting. "Mommy? Where's aunt Karen?" You smiled and picked her up onto your hip "Aunt Karen went to meet aunt Alice and aunt Kenz at the venue. They're making sure everything is set up. Me and you are heading there as soon as you get dressed" she grinned up at you as the two of you walked back into her room "Are you excited mommy?" "Oh I'm very excited babygirl"

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The venue had a room for you and any attendants to get ready and one for Billy but considering your wedding party was so small the rooms were basically being used for those invited before the actual wedding to spend time together and plot photos before the ceremony.

You were sitting in front of a mirror while Alice and Karen did the final touches on your hair and Kenzie did Adi's. "Billy is so nervous it's adorable" Kenzie spoke from her corner of the room and you couldn't hide the smile on your face "Billy? Nervous? Someone may have to snitch me a photo" Alice caught your eye in the mirror and shook her head "You know the rule ma'am. He's not allowed to see you therefore you're not allowed to see him either"

You playfully stuck your tongue out at her "spoiled sport" she laughed and placed the final touch on your hair. "What do you think Y/N?" You turned sideways and smiled "I love it!" Kenzie turned the chair Adi was sitting in around to show off her updo "Mommy look!" You smiled at her "Oh baby, you look beautiful"

Kenzie grinned then said "I'm going to go find the photographer, see what shots she wants before the ceremony then afterwards you can round up everyone for group shots" "can I go show uncle Frank my dress?" Adi asked and Karen shot you a look before she said "I'll go with her to make sure she doesn't accidentally mention that her dress matches yours" "Thanks Karen"

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Once it was just you and Alice in the room she sat down on the bench next to you and put her arm around your shoulders "You know I'm going to do my best to embarrass both you and Billy during my toast at the reception right?" You laughed with a nod "I wouldn't expect anything less" she laid her head over on your shoulder for a moment before finally saying "I'm glad he didn't actually ever want to hurt you. I've never seen you happier than with him. You two are made for each other" "Thanks for always being in my corner" you said and she leaned up far enough to leave a feather light kiss on your cheek "Always babe. Always"

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Billy was pacing the small room reserved for the groomsmen and was fairly certain Frank would've already knocked him out had it not been for ruining wedding photos by the groom having a black eye. "Bill" Frank called his name and he stopped in his tracks "What Frankie?"

"She's been in love with you this long. I don't think she's gonna run today ok?" He half laughed "I know. I just never thought this day would come, now it's dragging on" Curtis laughed then a knock at the door drew all of their attention "Can we come in?" Karen's voice drifted inside so Curtis opened the door.

Adi came running in first,her dress billowing around her "Look uncle Frank, look daddy!" All of Billy's nerves took a backseat seeing his little girl all dressed up and with a smile that big. "You look so beautiful!" He told her as he caught her mid air. He spun her around once then she turned to look up at Frank who said "Lil bit you're prettier than anyone here" Adi smiled big "Mommy looks so pretty! Aunt Karen says daddy's gonna cry!"

Frank tried and failed to hide his laughter at Billy's expense but Billy didn't doubt that emotions were going to run high when he finally saw you at the end of the aisle. "Oh did aunt Karen?" He asked with a smirk and she shrugged innocently "I live with Frank, I know you pretty well by now. You're gonna cry but it's ok. You're around family"

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After taking photos of you and your girls in the bridesmaids room the photographer suggested moving outside onto the grass for a few shots. Karen and Alice went out first to clear the path of Billy.

You didn't realize they were doing a first look of sorts. You didn't have any blood family but when you stepped outside Frank and Curtis were standing there and smiles spread across both of their faces and you could've sworn they teared up just a little "So what do you think?" You asked after doing a little spin. Frank pulled you into a hug first and whispered into your ear "You look beautiful Y/N. I wish Maria could see you today" you smiled then leaned up to kiss his cheek "I got you and Karen here in person and I know she's watching us all"

Curtis grabbed you next and said "You're trying to take Billy on out aren't you?" You laughed and shook your head "Maybe just a few skipped heartbeats nothing serious"

You hadn't realized the photographer had been clicking until she told Alice "oh yeah. I got some great shots" you turned to look and Alice grinned "Just cause you're not traditional we needed a few of the usual shots! You should see the ones of Billy and Adi!" Your eyes lit up but the photographer shook her head "No ma'am. I've been promised to not let you see until after the wedding" you sighed "Fine then!" But was smiling regardless.

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You were fine when Leo came back to give Adi her flowers and guide her to the head of the aisle, you were fine when Karen headed out but when Curtis came to the door of the room you found your hands shaking when he held your bouquet out. "You nervous Y/N?" You shook your head "Just don't let me fall Curt, ok?" He laughed and held his arm out "That's a deal"

You took a deep breath then let Curtis lead you into the small chapel. When you finally raised your eyes they found Billy's. You felt yourself calm immediately just seeing him. Every day since you met him had lead to this and now even after so much you were finally marrying him. He smiled when he saw you and sure enough Karen was right, a few tears slipped down his face "You good?" Curtis whispered and you nodded as the music started.

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Billy felt more than saw you and Curtis. The moment he looked up he felt tears spring to his eyes as a smile slipped onto his face. God you looked absolutely beautiful. Every memory he had with you flashed through his head, from early days as friends through nights before holding you in his arms. Through giving you every reason to leave him behind you never stopped loving him and were now going to become his wife. He had only dreamed of this day and now it was finally here.

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Adi stood next to Frank as the justice of the peace said "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride" and shouted "KISS HER DADDY!" which made everyone crack up. Billy glanced back at you and smiled before pulling you into a kiss. When he pulled back you both had tears in your eyes "I love you Mrs Russo" he said and you gave a watery laugh "I love you too Mr Russo"

Everyone started clapping so you and Billy turned to face them as Adi came running over so Billy picked her up. She looked over everyone and loudly announced "MOMMY AND DADDY ARE MARRIED! LET'S GO GET CAKE!"

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The reception was beautiful. The cake was perfect, the dance floor was off the side and everyone was in good spirits.

You were talking to Matt and Foggy when Billy came by and slipped an arm around your waist "Sorry you two I need to steal my wife for a bit" "I think he likes saying that" Foggy teased with a grin. Matt smiled and held out his hand to Billy "congrats you two" Billy shook his hand then glanced back at you "Thanks Matt"

You didn't know why Billy had come in search of you until you heard a glass clanking and looked up to see Alice, Frank and Curtis at the head of the room. Karen was standing to the side with Adi and a smile on her face "Oh this is the toast part of the evening isn't it?" You asked and Billy nodded before handing you a glass "Might as well go along with it. If we fight they'll get more embarrassing"

You shrugged and turned to face the trio. Frank winked at you before taking the microphone "All of you here know me. You know how I know Y/N and Bill. I'm gonna keep it short and sweet. I went too many damn deployments hearing him whine about whether she was gonna ever give him a chance. These two have went through it since then but they're still standing today. I love them both even after knowing em this long so Bill, Y/N congrats"

You clapped and hugged Frank when he walked over and Karen came to join all of you with Adi swinging from Frank's arm then it was Curtis' turn. He smiled at you then said "Y/N is one of the best people I've ever known. When I lost my leg she helped me a lot. She has served this city as a paramedic for over a decade. If you're lucky enough to be her friend you always have someone in your corner willing to fight for you" everyone awed then he said "and yet for some reason she's in love with Billy" and a laugh went through the crowd.

"C'mon Curt!" Billy hollered playfully. Curtis laughed then said "ok ok, on a real note. These two? They're fighters. They don't know the meaning of giving up on anyone they care about. They've loved each other for most of their adult lives and I'm proud to call them both my friends"

Everyone toasted then Alice took the microphone "last but not least" she smiled at you then turned her attention to Billy "The day I met Billy he came to the station house to take Y/N for a cup of coffee. He followed her around like a puppy. I knew that boy was whipped from day one. I got to watch them tip toe around each other and eventually get together. Like Frank said they've went through so much but even when I wanted to let my feelings get in the way as Y/N's friend the love between them was still so very plain to see. They found their way back together and now share a beautiful little girl. I'm sure everyone here joins me in congratulating them and wishing them many happy years"

Adi jumped into Billy's arms so he pulled you into them as well holding both of you as everyone cheered. He pressed his forehead against yours and whispered "I love you Y/N" you smiled "I love you too Billy"

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

#au billy russo #billy russo x y/n #billy russo au #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #sins and amends masterlist

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