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[razzle-n-dazzle]

saw u wanted more Adam fics

Adam x f!reader

reader is trying to sleep but Adam keeps trying to show her and tell her stuff. “Like babe hey babe look at this!”

“Babe babe wait did I tell you?”

“Babe holy shit wait guess what!!”

*meanwhile she screams into her pillow*

ᯓ★ "Adam, Love, SHUT THE F-" Adam / Reader | Drabble-ish

ᯓ Do you know those days where you just need a little piece and quiet? Like after a long day of work, where your boss was being unreasonable and your coworkers were being even more unbearable than usual. A long day when you go out to eat for lunch and yet the place you decide to go is busy more than usual, and of course it's on the one day you just wanted an easy meal, so you decide to sit and wait. What is the harm of that? Apparently, a lot. Especially when everyone has a stick shoved up their ass today, and when running over your lunch would have been understood and excused any day sparked a fire from Hell in Heaven. And it was only my five minutes! You were late to the office by five minutes despite having been sitting, waiting for lunch for twenty out of your thirty allotted minutes, and doing work to be ahead of schedule for your boss! You were late by five minutes because the sidewalks had been unreasonably crowded for that time of day and you had sprained your wing rushing not to be late earlier that morning because your boyfriend wanted to be up your ass for an extra five minutes this morning!

ᯓ Safe to say you just proved that there could be bad days in Heaven, no matter what anyone else said and you desperately needed a nap. Or maybe you just needed to knock out for the rest of the day, you weren't sure, all you knew was that your bed was calling your name and that was the only thing on your mind right now. Well, it had been the only thing on your mind until you stepped foot into your shared apartment. "Oh perfect fucking timing, Sugartits, come here!" Adam, with an obnoxious amount of energy today, waved you down to the couch. "Hurry up! You know I love to see that ass move when it walks, but this is super fucking important." And what could entertaining your boyfriend before you went and knockout for the rest of the night do? You mean, it was only thing he wanted to show you.

ᯓ "Fucking, look. Look!" Adam exclaimed as you heavily sat down next to him, allowing for him to cheekily swing an arm around your shoulder. This promptly led him to lean against you as he stuck his phone out, a video pulled up. You watched it to entertain him and his little fancy for whatever he had found; Being able to snuggle into his side in the process and listen to his hysterical laughter during the whole venture. It wasn't nothing too exciting, some sort of slapstick humor video and you understood why Adam found it hilarious, but you just didn't have the energy to laugh at it today. So you gave him a small chuckle as his arm found itself crossing down your back and wrapping around your hip, his hand resting on your thigh. "Oh fucking shit! You see, now that shit if fucking humor, comedy gold!" You needed whatever acid trip Adam was on and desperately.

ᯓ You would hum briefly in agreement towards his statement, feeling as his chest quickly rose and fall as he choked out laughter. Even with such motions you couldn't help but be drawn in by his warmth, snuggling closer to him. And you're sure he noticed, as he was sneakily trying to coax you more and more, using the hand that now was daringly close to your ass, to sit on his lap. Against his harsher, more lively breath, yours was slower and shallow, and as Adam managed to get you to snuggle up to his chest while on his lap, he took notice. It was hard to not to, especially when the sound of you not laughing with him just hit his ears. So confused, Adam would pear down at you. A few nervous bits of laughter left him, a silent signal for you to take notice of how he noticed your odd behavior, yet he died down as you didn't seem to notice (or care) much. Which caused his eyes to narrow and his eyebrows to frown up, a worried frown tugging onto the side of his lips. "Uh, Babe, you good?" His question was accompted by his gravely voice, which was now lower in volume and a lot less sure of himself. "You didn't fucking laugh at the video."

ᯓ "You do know this is comedy gold right? Gold! Not laughing at it would be a fucking crime." Adam would wave his cellphone near your face, flashing you with the bright light which caused you to promptly turn your head away from him. He noticed as your face scrunched, yet you didn't use your wings or hands to knock the phone out of his hand like usual. And that's when he really started to become concern. You weren't acting as you normally would with him, you weren't laughing at the videos he founded or retorting to his antics with your own. You were just laying there, curled up onto his lap with droopy wings and a weak hold around his chest. "Holy shit, Babe, you're not dying are you?" Was the first thing that blurted out of Adam's mouth, being the first thing thought that crossed his head as finally took a real notice of how bad of a state you're in. How the feathers on your wings seemed all out of sorts, how one wing was a little more puffed than the other, how eyebags had began to form under your eyes, and just how tired and weak you looked.

ᯓ "...and you're not getting fucking ugly either are you? It's not contagious is it? Because I can't be fucking ug-" You were swift to cut Adam off, pressing one of your hands against his mouth to muffle any more stupid shit he had to say in this moment. To which Adam drew back a little and started down at you, a moment of shock before unamusement crossed his face. He was gentle, more so than usual, as he picked up your hand by the wrist and drug it away from his mouth. Though he didn't say anything for a good moment, silently (and a little anxiously) waiting to see if you would say anything to him. And maybe it was the nerves on being the on the battle field too many times, or the anxiety of losing another lover, but Adam grew more and more disturbed at your lack of communication or movement the longer the silence wore on. "Babe," He gently nudged you, watching as you just let yourself roll back into place. You didn't even give a hum that time. Now Adam could feel his stomach doing little backflips. "Babe." This one came out a bit more stern as he nudged you a little harder. Yet, you only rolled back into place, not acknowledging his efforts on trying to make sure you weren't dying. Were you fucking dying? Holy shit, that would not be something Adam would want to go through today. "Babe! Sugartits!" Adam shouted, forcefully shoving you away from his warmth by the shoulders, "Please fucking tell me you're not about to die on me because that would be really fucking traumatic!.. If you're going to die at least do it in like, the bedroom or something!"

ᯓ You knew Adam didn't mean it, that he was just trying to stir a reaction out of you to make sure you were alright, yet his comment kind of pissed you off. Less so than when he forcefully drew you away from your only source of heat and comfort from the cruel reality you had to live today. So, reluctantly, you gave our a murmur, "...tired... shut up.." and forcefully tried to lay against Adam again; Trying to just take a small nap, or simply hide from the day you had today in your boyfriend's arms and warmth. Even if one of his hands had been resting on your ass. "Babe, you can't be fucking tired, it's not even dinner. Who the fuck is going to cook because last time I fucking remember you telling me I couldn't." Adam asked in a huff, though was silently relieved that you weren't just about to die in his arms like some dramatic soap opera. So, he let you lay back against his chest. It felt nice to have your weight there anyways. "Adam... shush.." Again, you tried to hush your rather obnoxious boyfriend, even for a little. And you knew he knew that you were tired, on the verge of passing out; It was a dead give away when he fluffed out his wings and wrapped them around you, noticing had dead you felt against him.

ᯓ "But you're still fucking making dinner though, right?" He would quip, a snicker growing on his dumb face as he leaned down to the side, promptly laying you both down. Now you knew he was just being a dick about it, that or he was just glad that you weren't silently suffering and dying against his chest. But either way, you were going to leave his question unanswered as you buried his head against his chest. No matter how much shit Adam might give you, you always found comfort in his warmth and with him being near. It was kind of like having an annoying dog that looked and sounded all tough and scary and was sometimes a big dick, but secretly cared about you under all the gunk. "Fuck it, I'll just order in." Adam muttered, placing his chin on the top of your head (having to curl around you a little to do so) as you were sure he began to pull up menus of restaurants nearby that delivered. And as you drifted off to sleep, you liked to believe he did so, so you didn't have to worry about cooking when you woke up. But you knew that was only half the truth, the other half was that he was probably craving those lamb chops he absolutely adores. And you were fine with that.

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[callmearcturus]

The vinyl comes with... this. This is not the lyrics to the songs. I'm gonna transcribe it, because I think the first time you listen should be with this.

You are about to listen to an album by the Glass Animals. You don't always listen to albums from beginning to end, but maybe you will this time. It was written for you. (Linear Notes by Gabrielle Zevin)

SHOW PONY

You are a child. Before you were a child, your parents were children. Most origin stories begin with love, and yours is no different. Once upon a time, two people fell in love, and then it ended. It's the first love story you were every told, and it teaches you the one certainty in life is that all things end. From this point forward, you are not a romantic. They call you the cynic, and to protect yourself, you take on many forms.

WHATTHEHELLISHAPPENING

You are kidnapped. You are in the trunk of a moving car, fetal position, darkness, screech of the tires against the road, the scent of gasoline. You don't know how you got there, but it isn't the worst place you have ever found yourself, and in a way, it feels inevitable. You know you could die, so you find yourself thinking about all the people you have ever loved. The trunk is like a womb. You could live here forever but eventually you'd get lonely. Your relentless need for company is your hamarita.

CREATURES IN HEAVEN

You are a psychic. You ask your lover if they want to know the hour and the day that the two of your will part. They laugh at you, and they say they don't believe in psychics. You suspect that their failure to believe in your gift might be the problem that leads to the demise of your relationship. But who cares? This relationship ends in three months, and you may as well enjoy it. Evanescence can sometimes be a profound pleasure.

WONDERFUL NOTHING

You are a prizefighter who is in love with a boxer. You say, "It's a bad idea." (JAB, JAB, CROSS.) And the boxer says, "It's only a bad idea if it gets in the way of our work." (SLIP.) And you say, "Promise me you'll never pull any punches." (CROSS. CROSS. HOOK.) The boxer swears they won't. (SLIP. JAB.) But when you fight, the boxer always pulls their punches, and you never do. You're pretty sure this makes you a bad person. You're a prizefighter, and you do not love this boxer or anyone enough to pull punches. (JAB. CROSS. HOOK.) Just before throwing the knockout punch, you whisper, "I love you so fucking much."

A TEAR IN SPACE

You are a sock. You are an earplug. You are a miniature glass horse. You are easy to misplace. You are you, so you think you matter. You are nothing. No one even notices when you left the party.

I CAN'T MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE AGAIN

You are an astrophysicist. You believe you can use sound waves to control time and space. A song is a time machine, you tell your colleagues. If you sing the right song, you could transport the lover to a particular time and place. You could reverse time, and if you could reverse time, you could make them love you again. Your belief in science occasionally makes you pathetic.

HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE THE BOMB

You are a damsel, and you are in love with a monster. You're not sure how it happened. You'd been warned about such creatures by the fairy tales of your youth. But in bedtime stories, the monster always presented as monster. The beast was hirsute, the vampire had fangs, the wolf in your grandmother's clothing was clearly not your grandmother. But your monster is clean cut and has good teeth. They knock at the door. You invite them in, and just like that, you are fucking a monster. You should be upset about it, but you aren't. The thing they don't tell you about monsters is that they are sexy as hell.

WHITE ROSES

You are Proteus. You are a god and you can change forms when the situation calls for it. This is hand for work, but difficult when it comes to relationships. You have occasionally been guilty of taking a form that you knew would make you lovable to some unsuspecting mortal. But it always ends the same way. A terrible row at an inconvenient time-- say, just before you're about to leave for the airport-- and then, you're forced to reveal yourself. You don't always mean to change forms, but it's second nation for you to shift a bit here and there-- pretend you like a certain band, express an enthusiasm for sport. Are you shapeshifting, or are you concealing yourself, and is there a difference in the end? Still, you love making people fall in love with you. Every time you do it, you promise you'll never do it again. And they you do it again.

ON THE RUN

You are an escape artist. You are handcuffed, straitjacketed, loaded into a zipped and padlocked duffle bag, wrapped in chains, tossed into the bottom of the ocean. It is billed as "The Greatest Escape of the Greatest Escape Artist, and the Culmination of a Career of Death-Defying Acts!"

The spectators on the pier anticipate your deliverance. They are sure you'll surface because you always surface. They aren't fearful; they are waiting to be dazzled. What they cannot know is how bored you are of dazzling.

You exit the bag, careful to take the props of your confinement so there will be no remains. You swim to another, distant pier. You don't see the people on the pier cry. You don't read your obituary. It's no longer your concern.

A week later, you are homesick, and you concede that your plan has failed. You miss the people on the pier and your cat and your bed and your favorite restaurant and your wristwatch. You don't remember what problems your faked death was going to solve so you can't say if it solved them.

The greatest power in the universe is nostalgia, and it that's true, maybe the people on the pier will forgive you. maybe you could come back from the dead. Now wouldn't that be the greatest escape ever?

LOST IN THE OCEAN

Who are you, anyway?

Why are so many songs addressed to you?

It's simple, you think. The songs are for you because I love you so fucking much, and when you say you, you mean all the yours: the parents and the child, the damsel and the monster, the escape artist and the crowd on the pier, the sock and the one who forgets the sock, the prizefighter and the boxer, and the world that contains all these people. You are all the lovers you failed, and all the ones who failed you. You are the lovers you haven't yet encountered-- there will be many because this world is filled with people to love. You are the singer, and you are the song. And you conclude that the only way to resist the ephemerality of all things is by singing love songs to you, whoever you are, wherever you are in the universe.

[maybe-im-dark]

Like a prayer

Based on this post

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The late-night fast food joint was nearly empty, fluorescent lights flickering above while Logan leaned back in his seat, shooting Wade a half-smirk over the rim of his drink. They’d barely made it to the end of their meal without bickering over something trivial, but Wade loved that—the arguments, the banter, the push-and-pull that made things feel like they were truly alive. Here, with greasy fries, cheap beer, and the warmth of Logan’s rare but genuine laugh, Wade felt a sense of peace.

When Logan stood to head to the bathroom, Wade barely registered the way Logan muttered something about Wade stealing his fries, watching him disappear down the hall with a grin.

Minutes passed. Too many.

The smile faded, Wade’s senses pricking with unease. He glanced around, half-expecting Logan’s gruff figure to stride back, maybe cracking a joke about Wade being paranoid. But the uneasy silence grew, stretching thin, and Wade’s heart began to pound. Something wasn’t right. He rose, pushing his tray aside and hurrying toward the bathroom.

As he entered, a metallic scent hit him—blood.

His gaze dropped, horror creeping up his spine as he followed the dark smears of blood staining the floor, leading to the open window. Logan had been kidnapped. The realization hit Wade like a fist to the gut. The panic sharpened into something harder, something cold and deadly.

The manager nearly choked as Wade pressed him against the wall, a gun held to his temple. Wade could only imagine what an image he gave off —a bald man with a face full of burn scars and blisters, eyes black as the night, aiming a gun.

“Security footage,” Wade hissed, his voice like a razor. “Now.”

Terrified, the manager stammered and scrambled to comply, showing him the footage. Wade’s stomach twisted as he watched the screen, where Logan had been ambushed—no, hunted. The men had moved quickly, mercilessly. They’d struck him with knockout gas, beaten him with lead pipes until he crumpled, helpless, his skull crushed, bones breaking with each brutal swing.

They dragged him, his body limp, leaving a trail of blood as they shoved him into a van. Wade could feel his hands shaking as he took down the license plate number. Rage surged through him, cold and fierce, as he turned and left without another word, the screams of the manager fading in the background.

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Wade’s contacts came through quickly, as he knew they would. They owed him, and he would’ve torn down their doors himself if they hadn’t. He found the address, a decrepit warehouse on the outskirts of town, the kind of place where shadows stretched long and secrets lay buried under layers of dust and neglect.

He’d expected to face this alone, but as he approached, he saw familiar figures—the X-Men—already there. Of course they had caught wind of what happened. They nodded grimly as he joined them, each one looking as angry, as frightened as he felt.

Jean’s soft voice cut through the tension, filled with sympathy. “Wade…I have to warn you, they’ve done something to him. They’ve tried to…erase him, turn him into a weapon again.”

Wade clenched his jaw, a chill creeping up his spine. The very thing Logan feared most—being stripped of his humanity, reduced to a monster at the whims of men who saw him as nothing but a weapon.

“I don’t care what they’ve done,” Wade muttered, his voice thick with pain. “We’re getting him back.”

A crash interrupted them, and they turned to see Logan at the end of the hallway. His eyes were wild, a twisted feral glint in them that sent a pang through Wade’s heart. This was not the Logan he knew, not the man he loved. His gaze was empty, filled with only rage and instinct.

“Logan…” Wade breathed, his voice a mix of shock and sorrow.

But Logan didn’t seem to hear him. He lunged forward, claws bared, each movement a brutal, calculated attack. The X-Men tried to hold him back, but he cut through them with vicious efficiency. Every strike, every slash—there was nothing held back, nothing restrained. His healing factor, paired with his berserker fury, made him unstoppable. Jean fell back, a wound across her arm; Hank was thrown against the wall, groaning as he tried to rise. The other X-Men didn't fare any better and they quickly retreated.

Wade’s chest tightened as he watched, desperation clawing at him. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t let them lose Logan again, not like this.

An idea formed, a wild, reckless hope.

“Wolverine!” Wade’s voice rang out, the sound echoing as he stepped forward, blocking Logan’s path to the others. “Come and get me, honeybadger!”

Logan turned, the wildness in his eyes flickering as he sized Wade up, a snarl pulling at his lips. Wade took a deep breath, leading him into a small, empty room at the end of the hall. He could hear Jean’s worried voice behind him, begging him not to do it, to let them help.

But Wade shut the door, closing himself in with the man he loved, the man who now saw him as prey.

Logan’s posture was predatory, his muscles coiled and ready to strike. Wade felt a flicker of fear but pushed it down. Instead, he looked Logan in the eyes, willing him to see, to remember.

And then, he did the only thing he could think of. He began to sing.

Life is a mystery

Everyone must stand alone

I hear you call my name

And it feels like home

The words spilled from him, shaky, his voice cracking with emotion. Logan stopped, his head tilting, a faint glimmer of recognition in his gaze. Wade’s voice grew stronger, louder, each word a lifeline.

When you call my name, it's like a little prayer

I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you there

In the midnight hour, I can feel your power

Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there

He was crying now, unable to stop the tears streaming down his face. This was the song they'd saved the world to, holding onto the raw strings of matter and anti-matter, holding each other's hands. It was theirs, a memory of a connection that could never be severed again.

Logan’s breathing slowed, his eyes softening, the rage melting away as he stared at Wade, the familiar lines of his face, the sound of his voice. Slowly, the haze lifted, memories returning as he saw Wade—his Wade.

“Wade…” Logan’s voice was rough, barely more than a whisper, but Wade heard it, heard the pain, the sorrow.

Wade stepped forward, his hands shaking as he took Logan’s face between his palms. Logan’s eyes were wet, shimmering with regret and grief as he collapsed into Wade’s arms, his entire body trembling.

“I’m…I’m so sorry,” Logan choked, clutching Wade as though afraid he’d vanish. “I couldn’t…they…I wasn't strong enough.”

Wade held him close, his own tears falling freely. He stroked Logan’s hair, his voice soft, soothing. “Hey, hey…you’re back. You’re with me. I’ve got you.”

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, as the darkness around them seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of their embrace. Logan’s sobs quieted, and Wade gently wiped the tears from his cheeks, pressing his lips to Logan’s forehead.

Outside, the X-Men waited, the tension easing as they heard the muffled sound of Wade’s song, the quiet murmurs of reassurance. Jean and Hank exchanged a glance, relief softening their expressions.

In that moment, with Wade’s arms around him and his familiar scent grounding him, Logan felt safe. The shame, the rage—they faded, replaced by something fragile, something hopeful.

“I’m here, Wade,” Logan whispered, his voice rough but steady. “I’m…I’m here.”

Wade’s voice was a soft promise, his words barely a whisper as he held Logan tighter. “And I’m never letting you go.”

It wasn’t an ending, nor a beginning. It was a moment suspended in time, where two souls found each other again, bound by something deeper than memory, stronger than fear. And as Wade held him, Logan knew, for the first time, that he was home. Because home wasn't a place, it was a person. And that person was Wade.

[healix17]

Whispers, Gazes, Mutters and Mumbles

For the sake for my Autobots.

Only for my Autobots...that's all.

That's why I'm doing this, right? Just for them.

He took a deep breath before stepping in.

Optimus walked towards the 'alter' made of gold and glass crystals.

The room was very well-decorated with roses made of the same matching combination of glass and gold, the translucent crystal window reflected his perfectly polished and flawless blue and red armour.

All optics were on him, he heard their gossips and whispers —Mostly KnockOut and BreakDown's.

The Autobots sat on the left, while the Decepticons on the right.

Even the humans—Jack, Miko, Raf and June—watched them through a small screen held by BumbleBee sort of like a video call.

Jack and Raf wore a black suit and tie while June wore a navy-blue dress and Miko wore a white dress with pink gradients at the end.

Blue, red, yellow, gray, green and purple optics—and eyes— were all over him.

But he didn't care, no he was used to people staring at him. His optics were only focused on those crimson reds staring back at him.

Primus, he could never get enough of that—now polished— silver armour.

A purple cape slid behind his back, fashioned with a matching purple Decepticon insignia pin. Optimus also wore a similar cape except his was red and fashioned with an Autobot insignia pin.

Both wore Laurels matching their optics and painted on designs on their armour, representing their past, present and future.

The main reason for their conjunx ritus—or how humans would call it 'marriage'—was for the purpose of bringing peace amongs both factions and the others in between.

And although Optimus preferred just a simple 'peace arrangement', the others however had different ideas of the word alliance, for they expected them to be Conjunx Endurae. And it definitely didn't make both the leaders happy.

But after some courtesy and convincing they both reluctantly agreed.

Megatron couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: awe, intimidation, passion, and fear. Optimus was everything he had ever hated and desired rolled into one captivating package.

"Good luck sweet rims." KnockOut whispered with a wink as he watched Optimus nervously take the steps towards Megatron.

The red medic couldn't help but bite his bottom lip as he waited for drama to unfold.

A part of him wanted Drama, consisting of the ritual ending horribly and a huge fight breaking out, but he also wanted some sweet romance.

And he wasn't alone, although a majority wasn't excited but fearing the worst.

Optimus ingnored the whispers and gazes of the others and continued walking towards Megatron flushed, it was pure chaotic reading their expressions and emotions.

"You look nice." Megatron whispered to him and extended his hand, a simple yet tender gesture.

"So do you." he smiled brightly at him. The guests looked at them with joyful tears and excitement—although some of them were crying due to envy— they had waited for an alliance for eons, now it was the day it came. It felt so unreal.

A worried expression on Megatron's face formed as they walked towards the suppose 'alter'.

"Is something wrong?" Optimus whispered "You look troubled."

Megatron couldn't help but return the smile, feeling a warmth spread through his circuits at the sight of Optimus.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions within him as they stood before their guests.

"It doesn't matter, we aren't supposed to look so gloomy." His words were out-of-character and surprisingly carefree "Shall we?" His voice shifted to calm and unfazed.

Optimus took his hand, this was truly an unforgettable moments of joy.

Together, they walked down the aisle towards the altar.

As they stood facing each other, hands clasped, Megatron couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and desire.

He had never felt this vulnerable or this alive in his entire existence.

Optimus could feel the tension in Megatron's grasp, mirroring his own nerves.

He took a deep breath and looked into those fierce, fearless optics. This was it—the moment they would seal their fates together.

"Don't overthink it too much Pri... Optimus." Megatron whispered to him "It'll will only make it worst."

Megatron's voice was surprisingly soft, almost tender. It was a side of him that Optimus wasn't used to seeing—or hearing—anymore. He looked up at Megatron, feeling a strange mix of emotions: gratitude, fear, and something else...could it be love?

Optimus questioned his own thoughts at this point, with a small shrug, his face plate flushing slightly. "You...we could have done this earlier," He said "It would have saved hundreds of lives." His grip on his hand slowly tighten "But why now?"

Megatron lifted his other hand gracefully to cup at Optimus's face, looking him dead in his eyes with his answer. "Because I've needed to see you smile, to see you be at ease. Once again, " he replied, leaning in once again. "I wanted to see you cheerful again, I didn't want you let go of your own emotions just because of me..."

There was a sudden pause between them. The words stuck up their throats.

Megatron wanted to continue, to reassure him....to look after him once again.

But he stayed silent...

Waiting for his reply.

"I...thank you," Optimus breathed out, taken aback by the sincerity and caring in his words. It was a side of Megatron he longed to see again, making him feel vulnerable and loved at the same time.

"Well let us continue." Optimus said with a chuckle "Before the crowd gets too over Zealous."

"Zealous, huh? You're right," Megatron murmured, his gaze distant for a moment as he seemed to be lost in thought. "I am...possessive. I don't like sharing what's mine with anyone else. But with you..."

He wrapped one arm around his sleek waist pulling him closer, his other hand intertwined with his' making it seem as if they were actually sharing a sweet moment.

"But with you, I don't feel the need to be possessive," he continued. "Because I know that you're mine, and I'm yours. And that's all that matters." He leaned in close, their faceplates almost touching. His clawed hand hesitantly cupped his chin, locking gazes with him.

His words too sweet to be true, yet not too bitter to be false.

The crowd faded away into a colourful blurr, as the others either drank or danced so they didn't even notice the collided Prime and Warlord—Except for Ratchet who gave them a venomous look.

Megatron followed his gazed and smirked slightly at the thought of the grumpy medic's disapproval. "I think he's just envious," he murmured, nuzzling Optimus' cheek-plate. "You know, for not being the one to catch your optic."

"He'll get used to it," Optimus said sheepishly. Megatron Turning his attention back to Optimus, he deepened their kiss, symbolising their offical bonded sparks.

The dark-plated mech purred softly into the kiss, his hands sliding down Optimus' around to grip his waist even tighter. As they pulled apart for air, he smiled widely at the other Prime. "I'm glad we could share this moment together,"

"It seems we've sparked more than just a simple alliance, haven't we?" he said, nuzzling closer to him.

"Indeed we have." Megatron chuckled.

"Guess they're getting along." They could here the Autobots and Decepticons whisper.

"I thought this was going to end horribly"

"Huh, suprise they even agreed to this."

"Aww...I expected drama."

"We're witnessing history being made right now!" The mutters and mumbles were endless.

"Ohhhh.......They're so cute together."

"Pfft...I was hoping for sparks to fly."

"C'monnnnnnnn can you guys kiss again!?!I need to take a good pic!!!"

Megatron chuckled softly as he watched the others whispering around them, his arms draped possessively over Optimus' shoulders. "Let them talk," he stated simply.

For once he finally saw him. His Optimus.

The mech he cared for the most. The mech who was truly worth fighting for. The Optimus he loved. It was a complete blessing to be with him.

The bright crystal roses with the structure build of glass and gold platings reflected their beautiful collided selves.

The translucent windows and crystal decor made the scene look unrealistic.

Megatron smiled down at his lover, seeing the look of adoration there that he had been craving for so long.

It was illogical, on how they came to this point, especially when it all began with him just wanting to claim territory.

But now...

Megatron leaned in closer, their faces only an inch apart. "Let's have the whole world know who you belong to, shall we?" Megatron asked with an expression full of confidence.

"Yes, let's make it official," Optimus replied, nuzzling his cheek into the other leader's hand before they faced each other once again, hands locked in a firm grip as they exchanged their sacred vows in front of all of Cybertron.

They both opened their spark chambers in unison, the 'clank' causing all the attention of everyone to be with them once more.

"I Megatron, Lord High Protector do hereby pay heed to this alliance. Though it may last forever or be temporary, I vow to be your High Protector as long as you would be my Prime." He said that with absolute full flirtatious confidence, as if he wasn't nervous. Although he actually wasn't bothered by this.

Optimus took a breath, he couldn't frag this up, no he couldn't.

"And I, Optimus Prime, accept your vow as my Lord High Protector," he replied, his own tone echoing the same confidence as he spoke his part in their ceremony. "Should our alliance be temporary or forever binding, I will serve and protect you with all my might."

And before the others could even blink their optics and eyes, a bright soft blue light filled the entire room.

At the moment of their sparks' connection, Megatron felt a jolt of energy surging through him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a feeling of wholeness and completeness that made him realize just how much he needed this bond with Optimus.

The blue light bathed their faces in a warm glow, and Optimus couldn't help but feel his heart swell with love and happiness. The energy coursed through them, filling every corner of their being with a newfound joy and pride as they officially became one.

The light grew brighter and brighter until it was at a blinding level.

It went to a point where the others had the cover their optics to make sure they wouldn't because blind.

Even through the screen the humans had to cover their eyes with their hands, even closing them wasn't enough.

In a momentous event that ended the ages-old rivalry between Autobots and Decepticons, Megatron and Optimus Prime united in matrimony amidst the grandeur of Cybertron.

Surrounded by their comrades, their friends, from every corner of the universe, allies and former adversaries alike gathered to witness the historical event, a representation of power to love to transcend even the deepest of individuals.

Even the fraging DJD was here.

As they sealed their bond with a resounding clang of metal, the echoes sounded throughout Cybertron, indicating a new era of peace and solace for all Cybertronians.

"Woohoo!!!" A small medic applaud. Followed by the others.

"Heck yeah!!!"

"Bout damn time!!!"

"I took more than a hundred pictures glitches!!!"

"I'm telling my future sparklings about how I witnessed history!!!"

The sound of applause filled the air, so did their complements.

"Tooooooo....The Dance floor!!!" Another bot said. They couldn't make out who it was due to the colorful mess of the crowd, but they all followed.

Megatron huffed out a smile before pulling his lover into a small circle to dance along with the music.

The melody of the music filled the air, they just move with every sweet melody. All the attention of Drunk and dance-y Mechs and femmes were on them but they continued.

SoundWave was good at picking songs.

A million dreams, Rewrite The stars, Can't help Falling In love, Despacito.

Just to name a few.

A smile spread from their face plated from one cheek to another as they moved alongside the melody and beat.

The rest of the night faded away into a blurr, but it was indeed an unforgettable time.

Please read this before y'all say anything:

1. I only discovered the existence of Conjunx Ritus only like three weeks ago so I'm still doing my research.

2. I'm sorry if it's rusty, I got alot of undone assignments, and haven't posted in a while, so I'll probably edit/fix it later.

3. If it's illogical, read point 2 again 🥲.

Vote :)

[spectrechosts]

Maneater

What to do when a giant snake-woman decides your apartment is her new nest?

Full Series

Camilla's apartment wasn't great.

The rent was cheap, and the basement was bigger than the other units in the building, and she didn't have to drag shit up the stairs when the elevator broke on a bimonthly basis, so she liked it well enough.

But it did have that little ground level window with the broken latch that her landlord kept saying he would fix and never fixed.

Which was presumably how the bigass fucking snake got in.

She stood in the doorway of her bedroom, clutching a baseball bat that seemed increasingly useless as she traced over the body with her eyes. It was wider than her torso and seemed to go on forever, shifting and coiling around her furniture as she debated calling animal control.

She didn't really think they could do anything about it, she would just love for it to be someone else's problem. Maybe they'd even make her landlord pay for it, and then he'd fix the fucking window.

"Ahh?"

Huh? Who the fuck said that? Was someone in here?

She watched as a very naked woman rose up from her couch, and was suddenly less preoccupied with the giant snake and more with the pair of tits the size of her head. The girl was a knockout, what was she doing here? Did she need help? Was the snake after her? Were her and the snake friends? Were her and Camilla friends? Could they be more than friends? None of this made any-

The girl lunged forward, her rapidly uncoiling tail propelling her directly into Camilla. She grabbed the bat before Camilla could swing it and the wood splintered in her clawed hand.

"Human morsel in my nest?" She rasped, and Camilla cursed herself.

Good job falling for the lure, idiot. Have fun dying a fish's death.

"This is my house." She said, as if the creature would care.

"Noooo." The snake said slowly. "My nest. Why human morsel here?"

Camilla watched her mouth as she spoke. Her human-like lips were only part of it, she could see a seam traveling out from the sides and up her jaw.

The thing was going to unhinge her fucking jaw and eat her, because she got distracted by a big titty. Goddammit.

"I live here." She seethed. "Get out. I'll- I'll scream."

"Ohh?" The snake woman said, eyes wide. "Good! Love pretty girl screams."

Okay, not the reaction she wanted. Her voice died in her throat as the monster watched her, rapt. After a few moments of silence she pouted.

"No scream?"

Camilla shook her head.

"Hmmm."

The woman moved behind her, her tail ensnaring her in it's coils as she pressed her humanoid torso into Camilla's back.

Oh. S-Soft.

"Waaaaaarm." The snake purred. "Not hungry right now, you keep me warm, yes?"

"Y-Yeah, sure."

Okay, that was a step up from getting eaten. She had time now, to plan, to, uh.

Well, she couldn't move her legs, because of the coils. And the girl was hugging her from behind, and she couldn't get her arms out of her grip.

So mostly just to plan.

The two of them were entangled for hours before Camilla had a plan together, and then another 20 minutes or so after that because it had been a long time for her and she was really hot even if she wanted to eat her okay?

"Hey." She said, over the snake's gentle snores. "Hey!"

"Mmrh." She grumbled, hugging her tighter.

"You got money?" She asked.

"What's money?" The snake yawned, her jaw opening far further than Camilla wanted to see right then. "Mm. Hungry."

Okay oh fuck give the pitch fast.

"Money is-" Faster than that, idiot! "-It doesn't matter, uh, look: You want a warm, safe nest, right?"

"Yes, have that now."

oh god oh god oh god

"Listen, this nest is only going to stay safe and warm if you don't eat me, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I pay for the rent, and the heating. If you eat me, next month it's going to be cold and other humans are going to come kick you out."

"No, my nest. Found it."

"Yeah well, they won't see it that way. But if you don't eat me-"

"Hungry now, though."

"I can get you food, too. You can stay here and I will keep you warm and fed just don't eat me please."

"Hmmm." The snake hummed, and Camilla screwed her eyes shut and tried not to cry.

"Okay. Get food now." She said, and uncoiled from Camilla's body.

"Okay, okay cool." She said, shaking. "What, what do you want to eat?"

"Human."

She swallowed hard.

"Do you have a second choice?"

[isi567]

your gardening au is adorable!! I really love how you paint and colour your peices

What do you think is everyones favourite plant/flower?

Awwwwww thank you. I use watercolor for background and acrilic for characters. So let's see about favorite flowers.

For Decepticons:

Megatron: cactus. He likes that it's spikey like him yet so beautiful when it blooms.

Starscrem: He likes every plant but especially likes orchids

Soundwave: tulips. He likes how colorful they are.

Shockwave: cactus. Because it's easy to take care of.

Dreadwing: he mostly like cutting bushes but he adores sunflowers because they are "loyal to the sun" as he likes to say.

Knockout: roses. Because they are beautiful and elegant just like him.

Breakdown: poppies. They are really cute.

Airachnid: Venus fly trap. Because it has same hunting skills as her.

Vihecons and Predacons: everything, from daisies to cherry blossom, they even have some fruit trees.

Now autobots.

Optimus:Lavander. He likes that it relaxes people and it's colour

Ratchet: Aloe vera. Because it has health benefits.

Ultra Magnus: cactus. Not a big fan of flowers but having something that doesn't require a lot of maintenance and is decorative is fine to put on a desk.

Bulkhead: sakura. It reminds him of Miko.

Wheeljack: spider Lily. It was funny how thin it was.

Arcee: lotus. Because it's simbol of healing and change.

Bumblebee: nigella. Because it attracts a lot of bees.

Smokescreen: daisies. Just because they are cute.

This is my theory but I'm sure they all like all plants equally.

[femdomdiaries]

Kinktober 2023 Day 1: Macro/Micro

Sub!Knockout x Reader Drabble

Warnings/Tags: NSFW 18+ stuff, masturbation, weird car anatomy that i made up, 600+ word Drabble, PwP, gender neutral

Synopsis: You accidentally turn Knockdown on

It wasn't intentional; it was just a bit of clumsiness on your part. You were trying to get some much-needed shuteye in Knockout's backseat, sprawled out across the heated leather as he escorted you from town back to the Nemesis. He gave you a strict warning not to get drool on his interior, but other than that, allowed you to do as you pleased. As you slept, the hum of his engine became a calming background noise, along with Knockout going on about the most recent human film he'd seen—something about a train and zombies.

Your phone went off halfway through the ride, and the sound was so out of place it jolted you right awake. Unfortunately, it was resting on your chest at the time, and your erratic movement sent it flying under the front seat.

Knockout went silent for the first time in a while. You weren't sure, but you thought you heard a low moan come from the con. You didn't have time to dwell on it because he asked, "What was that?"

"Dropped my phone," you answered honestly.

"Be more careful, you clumsy short-life."

"Yeah, yeah."

It should have been an easy retrieval, but it was rather deep underneath, and it was too dark to see. You dropped down and stuck your arm as far as you could underneath, brushing your hand around the whole area to try and get a feel of the phone.

Knockout screeched to a stop so fast you nearly became one with the chair in front of you.

"Ow! What the fuck, Knockout?"

He transformed, pulling you from his interior so fast you nearly got whiplash. He placed you on the ground and turned his back on you, using a servo to prop himself against the side of the nearest cliff formation.

"Hey!" You attempted to get his attention, but he wouldn't look at you. From your position however, you could kinda see that he was moving his other servo rhythmically against his body.

"F-frag, (Y/n)," when he finally spoke his words came out breathless, followed by a low whine. Now you were concerned. Was he mending himself or something? "What's going on? Did I hurt you?”

You moved to try and get a better look at what he was doing, but he adjusted his position to keep you facing his back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to—”

"No, (Y/n), you didn't hurt me. I--" here, he whined again and then said, "Frag, I told you to be careful."

"Because…" The wheels were turning in your head, everything was starting to click. "Did I touch—was underneath the seat one of your—was it an erogenous zone?"

Upon receiving no response other than low moaning, heat rose to your face. "Oh." You cringed slightly in embarrassment as you realized that you had mistakenly given the mech a boner. As far as you knew, that wasn't easy to do. Or at least that was what you had heard from some of your other associates. But maybe Knockout was different because of his obsession with humans, which you were now beginning to doubt was as innocent as it seemed. "Do you want—do you need help with that?"

Knockout was a prideful mech. So when he nodded yes, you didn't waste the opportunity. You ordered him to come down to your level, so he turned and collapsed back against the cliff face, red optics peering down curiously at you. Now you had an unrestricted view of the problem at hand.

His cock—or rather his spike—was silver and looked to be made of a sort malleable metal material. It was stiff like a regular hard-on but also seemed to hold most of the other physical properties. It was leaking transfluid from the tip, covering the sleek shaft with a luminous energon blue. His servo was still at work, pumping himself desperately to try and ease his aching member.

Considering its size in proportion to your body (you were nearly equal sizes), you had your work cut out for you.

Might do a part two when I do the rest

[milkyst4rs]

Opposites attract

a Zhongli x GN Reader fic (reader gets called 'pretty'!)

Yummy fluff mmm yes 💯

Not proofread SO IM SORRY 🙏🏽☠️

Zhongli is a very soft-spoken and wise gentleman. Locals will often see him strolling around Liyue Harbour, looking at shops and taking in the scenery. His looks stands out amongst the townsfolk of Liyue, as many men and women almost always do a double take when he passes by.

You are no exception, of course. Given that you are Zhongli's partner, you actually get to be with him instead of just oogle all the time. You are very proud of that fact.

"He is just...ARGGGG!!! He is just so adorable!"

You were at Third-Round Knockout with your two friends Ganyu and Keqing, fawning over your boyfriend Zhongli. You didn't care if people could hear your fangirl chants, they need to know how wonderful that man truly is!

"Yesterday, he brought me a bouquet of roses. I was obviously, like, really happy! So I asked what's the occasion? AND HE SAID THERE WASN'T ONE HE JUST WANTED TO SHOW HE APPRECIATES ME. That is the most romantic thing anyone has done for me..."

As you go on about the sweet gestures Zhongli has done for you, the two girls sitting opposite you giggle and squeal along with you.

"I'm really happy you found someone that truly loves you [name]...you guys are perfect for each other!"

Says Ganyu with Keqing nodding along.

Honestly, you were shocked that Zhongli actually liked you back. He is such a gentle and soft person while you are...well, you're a very energetic and loud person. When you two just started dating and people caught wind of it, some people were gossiping saying that both of you won't last given the difference in personalities.

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After your little lunch date with your two friends, you were back at home. Walking up to your front door you saw a familiar pair of shoes, immediately your eyes lit up. Zhongli is back home early!

You wasted no time opening the door, and there he was in all his glory. Sitting on your sofa reading a book. Hearing the door open, he turned back to look at you.

"Ah, hello darling. How was your afternoon?"

Archons, his voice...

You ran up and plopped yourself beside him on the sofa. Smiling up at him you said,

"It was wonderful! I met Ganyu and Keqing....."

As you rambled on about your day, Zhongli couldn't help but admire your pretty lips.

"-Li? Zhongli? Are you listening?"

Ah, it seems he lost focus staring at you.

"Sorry dear, you look...very pretty today."

He said, ears turning a bright shade of red.

The way you smiled at his little compliment, it added and infinite amount of years to his immortal lifespan.

Without hesitation, his hand gently cupped your cheek and he leaned down for a kiss. You indulged immediately.

"W-what was that for?"

Only this man can turn you into a flustered mess.

"Apologies dear, I'm feeling particularly bold today. Would you like to lay in bed with me?"

It was only 2.30pm in the afternoon but what the heck.

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You got changed into more comfy clothes and are laying your head on Zhongli's chest, you can feel the vibrations coming from it as he talks to you.

"It has almost been a year since we have officially become partners. I have to say, I find myself falling for you more and more each passing day. I have lived for thousands and thousands of years yet you...you manage to make me feel such a warm sensation just by being in your presence."

You look up at him and leave a kiss on his cheek. His face heating up.

"Getting together with you has been the best decision I have ever made in my life. Though some people still think that we are not suited for each other, I feel lik- no, I know we are perfect for one another. Don't you think so too Li?"

"Oh yes, I definitely do love."

He leans down a little to kiss your soft lips, his heart soars when you reciprocate. The two of you bathe in each other's affection, you will never get tired of it.

Pulling away, both of you panting lightly. You squish his cheeks and giggle,

"You, sir, are very cute. Did ya know that hm? I want to put you in my pocket and protect you from allllllll the monsters in the world."

"Oh? Well, I think I'm a bit to big to fit into your pocket. Though I thank you for your concern 🙂"

Ah, Zhongli and his talent for not understanding jokes.

[themculibrary]

BAMF! Peggy Carter Masterlist

Agents Carter (ao3) - justanotherStonyfan steve/bucky/peggy M, 7k

Summary: When he comes to her, he’s kneeling. Hands behind his head, eyes down, he’s kneeling in the middle of her office floor and there she is, gun in hand, pointing a weapon at something that looks a lot like someone she used to know.

“You have five seconds,” she says, “and then I’ll be required to redecorate.”

Always a Knockout (ao3) - momentofchaos peggy/daniel G, 1k

Summary: “Word is that Carter and Thompson are fighting in the main gym sir.” He stuttered it out, staring at his shoes while Daniel sighed.

“Not again.” The Chief murmured under his breath before dismissing his agent who practically scampered down the hall towards the gym. At a slightly slower pace Daniel followed, internally rolling his eyes and mentally preparing to deal with the both of them.

Or: Daniel is done with them both

A Refrain of Disjointed Time (ao3) - sonatine peggy/jack, steve/bucky T, 11k

Summary: The SSR agents encounter the Winter Soldier in the early days of his deployment. Forty years later, at a benefit in New York City, Peggy Carter and Jack Thompson are visited by this ghost from the past — although this time, they can see his face.

Flames We Never Lit (ao3) - roboticonography T, 75k

Summary: Peggy Carter is frozen in 1946 and awakened by SHIELD in 2012, where she reunites with Steve Rogers.

That's only the beginning of the story.

Flowers (ao3) - includewomeninthesequel steve/peggy E, 91k

Summary: She was light, warmth, and life.

She was everything he wasn’t, and everything that he didn’t know he wanted - needed - until this moment.

A Steggy love story inspired by the myth of Hades and Persephone, with more than one twist along the way.

From Sky's Edge at the Horizon to the Streets of Brooklyn That We Call Home (ao3) - TigressJade steve/bucky, peggy/daniel T, 31k

Summary: AU. Steve Rogers is discovered in 1945 by the Russians and held behind the Soviet line as WWII continues to rage. An invariable mistake leads to a quick escape enacted by the one person who has always managed to get Captain America out of trouble, with a well-placed right hook and a sniper's careful eye.

Haven't You Done Enough? (ao3) - a_boy_and_his_dog T, 18k

Summary: The Commandos go missing after a night on the town.

International Incident (ao3) - linascribbles steve/peggy E, 112k

Summary: Peggy Carter rose through the diplomatic ranks in the midst of the Incident and in her short career already stablished herself as a skilled and well-connected negotiator. Stationed in the Washington DC embassy, she's right on the front lines of the fallout of Project Insight. Governments get purged, new and unexpected doors open, and Peggy Carter is nothing if not resourceful.

As she gets plunged into a world of spies, mad scientists and superheroes, familiar faces start to pop up. Particularly one pesky Captain America, who seems to have no idea what international law entails and considers country borders mere suggestions.

Just a Charlie Foxtrot (ao3) - TheReviewess steve/peggy, peggy/angie T, 47k

Summary: Steve Rogers was not the second person to have the Super Soldier Serum. He was the third. The second person was a woman. This is her story.

Just One of the Lads (ao3) - Professor_Marvelous pre bucky/steve/peggy G, 23k

Summary: Over the following quarter of an hour, their plan took shape. And, it amounted to nothing more nor less than her showing her ability to meet or exceed the special skills of each individual member of the Howling Commandos. Someone else might have argued that their demand was unbelievable. It was certainly unreasonable. But, Peggy was all too able to believe.

“So I must show that I am, in myself, equal to the combined skills of all the men of Capt. Rogers’ team.” She raised an eyebrow and gestured expansively. “Well, and why not? After all, we know that women can do… well, everything better than than men.”

Peggy stood.

“Gentlemen,” she nodded perfunctorily, more dismissal than acknowledgement, and made herself stride confidently from the room even as, under it all, she seethed.

In which: Peggy proves she can do anything the men can do and that sometimes the rules are meant to be ignored.

Come for Peggy’s badassery; stay for Howard and the Howlie’s antics and the team-as-family vibes!

Lovers in War (ao3) - Shatterpath steve/peggy M, 13k

Summary: There is so much more to the tale of Peggy and Steve; their tale of love and war, of laughter and loss, of pleasure and pain. The more I watched their movie, the more I saw. That seeing became this.

We pick up with our heroes on the night after Steve has returned to camp with the liberated POWs. Hold on tight!

never, maybe, and for certain (ao3) - maundering peggy/steve, peggy/daniel T, 23k

Summary: Peggy Carter is never getting married. It’s simply not compatible with the life she wants, and she crafts for herself a flawless porcelain mask that she’s certain no one can break—just in case it wasn’t already clear she was a notch above the rest.

Peggy Carter: Code Name Polaris (ao3) - flyingfoxtopus E, 11k

Summary: Steve ‘Captain America’ Rogers had a job. Stop Hydra and the rest of the Nazi’s taking over the world. It was a hard job. Which was why it wasn’t Steve’s job to deal with the home front fallout of his plans. It was Peggy’s. And she was very good at her job. At least she had been up until now. This time Steve might be asking for more than even she could manage.

Steve wanted ‘Polaris’. The only problem was ‘Polaris’ wasn’t technically cleared to go to the front.

Peggy had questioned the code name when Steve had first given it to her. At the time it had felt more like a pet name than a proper call sign. It still felt like a pet name sometimes, even now that it was clear she really was guiding the Howling Commandos through everything.

There’s no denying, at least in Peggy’s mind, that she could help the boys out of whatever mess they’ve gotten themselves into. If Command will just let her… Or if it comes right down to it, if she manages to sneak out to them without official help.

Peggy Carter is a Howling Commando (ao3) - The_Marauders_Daughter steve/peggy M, 19k

Summary: It's 1944, and Hydra is giving the SSR a very hard time. Sometimes Captain America isn't enough for a mission. Sometimes what the mission needs is Peggy Carter.

Preserved (ao3) - Domenika Marzione (domarzione) steve/peggy N/R, 72k

Summary: After the rescue of the 107th, Steve Rogers cashes in all of his favors and makes what deals he can to get Bucky a medical discharge from the Army, sending him home to Brooklyn and far from enemies and curious scientists both. But Steve's war goes on until it ends badly, in an exploding plane over the Black Sea. Captain America is presumed dead, his shield recovered and returned to a grieving America while his body remains undiscovered.

Seven years later, a new danger is threatening to unbalance the already-roiling Cold War: a Soviet assassin let loose from behind the Iron Curtain. Peggy Carter isn't sure she wants to believe that the assassin is a super-soldier because of what it could mean, but she does know that whoever it is, she'll have to break her promise to keep Bucky Barnes far from danger.

So I Took A Faithful Leap (ao3) - odetteandodile steve/bucky T, 19k

Summary: Bucky doesn’t fall and Steve doesn’t crash. The Howling Commados take out the remaining Hydra bases…and then they go home, just like all the other allied soldiers. Throughout the war, they discuss what each of them would do if they make it back again. The only person Steve doesn’t ask is Bucky. He’s afraid of the answer.

Steve himself isn’t sure if he knows how to do anything but be a soldier and a weapon anymore, but remembering the promise he made he vows to try to be just a good man again.

He buys a farm in Washington state, and tries to relearn how to be at peace.

(Featuring: Steve as a bearded farmer, two rescued puppies, badass Peggy Carter speaking truth, the Howling Commandos doing the same, an apple orchard, soldier homecoming angst, and two dumb boys waiting way too long to talk it out–but don’t worry, they do.)

The Woman with the Shield & The Man with the Plan (ao3) - CaptainJimothyCarter steve/peggy G, 11k

Summary: “You followed us,” Steve observed instead of answering her question. He held his bruised hand out to her, slender with long artist fingers. “Steve. Steve Rogers, ma’am.”

There was that smile again, softer this time as she shook his hand in a firm grip. “Agent Peggy Carter, and yes, I did follow you."

This Ghostly Business (ao3) - Atisenia T, 5k

Summary: Peggy and Jarvis join forces again to find the last of Stark's inventions still causing problems in the criminal world. They chase after ghosts, tease each other and combat harmful assumptions.

tony and peggy's big day out! (ao3) - orphan_account G, 6k

Summary:

She presses on the communication device in her ear. “Mister Jarvis, do tell me you’re nearby.”

His answer is immediate. “I am but four blocks away, Missus Carter. What is it you need? A coffee, perhaps?”

“Oh, nothing of the sort,” she says, panting slightly with her rush. The screams of civilians ache in her ears, set her stomach rolling. She tries to find breath, force it into her lungs. Someone slams into her shoulder and she stumbles. Tony grips her hand doubly hard. She grabs him in a smooth motion, an arm beneath his bottom and a hand on his back, and his arms go around her neck impulsively, his nose pressing into the side of her throat. “Perhaps a pickup, if you’re not too busy?”

“Why, never for you,” Jarvis says. “What’s happened this time?”

“Just a bombing,” says Peggy.

“At three in the afternoon?” says Jarvis. “Frankly, how rude.”

[melishade]

98 it is then!

This ask game

I'm skipping ahead in the New Age Anthology, specifically after the Aftermath of chapter 93!

Ratchet slouched backwards in his seat, his optics flickering from exhaustion, while his servo rested over his mouth. His pede tapped rather impatiently on the floor of the medbay. He was looking for some sort of sign. Anything. Any change in Optimus' state, but...

Ratchet grimaced at Optimus' body lying down on the berth in front of him. The Prime's chassis rose and fell and his spark was still beating on the monitor. Honestly, the sounds of the monitor was the only thing keeping Ratchet sane, despite how monotonous it sound. But the extent of Optimus' injuries broke him. The Prime had suffered internal leaking from blunt force and the gaping wound in his side which was patched up as quickly as possible. Ratchet and Knockout managed to seal the wound with a pump that would insert energon into his systems. Multiple wires were hooked up to his body. He had suffered cranial trauma and blunt force trauma on the rest of his body. Nothing remained of his mask, so Ratchet had to remove the mechanism that activated it in the first place.

His optics shifted downwards to the smooth floor, remembering just how much of Optimus' energon had stained it when he and Knockout were working together to stabilize him. So much of Optimus' energon had stained his servos as well. Ratchet found himself furiously scrubbing the energon off of his servos in a panic once they had managed to stabilize Optimus.

Ratchet was...conflicted when he had first heard the reports of Optimus being alive from those humans who sent that message. The Autobots ultimately decided to pursue it because Wheeljack and Arcee were in some sort of danger. But the world that they found, these Colossal Titans, Optimus and Megatron being alive and working together, and even with the power of the titans gone, he still had to understand the logistics of it in order to confirm it would be gone forever.

But the medic never felt such relief when he saw Optimus wield the Star Saber. To know that Optimus was alive and that it was truly him brought him so much happiness, almost equating to when he saw the newsparks appear after Optimus had dived into the core of their planet. Even with the chaos surrounding them all, Ratchet held onto hope that they would make it out of this, that they would catch up and talk and Optimus would finally be home again.

But even after the Colossal Titans faded away, he heard a strangled cry of sparkbreak over the comm. link system that threw everyone off-guard, even the Decepticons with him on the Nemesis. Then he heard the panicked screams from Bumblebee and the others...and...then...

Ratchet rubbed his optics, wanting to forget the feeling of despair and panic he felt. He didn't want to think about the energon.

"Staring at him all day isn't going to get him to wake up." Ratchet groaned as he saw Knockout enter the room with a datapad in servo.

"Don't patronize me," Ratchet warned.

"Ratchet, I say this from a place of care: you look like scrap," Knockout bluntly stated as he walked over to the computer to scan Optimus' vitals.

"I already took care of that," Ratchet informed him.

"I'm sure you did," Knockout hummed in response, "Megatron is healing just fine on the Nemesis, in case you were wondering."

Ratchet scoffed at that. "I don't care about his condition."

"Well if he is going to be brought back to Cybertron for judgement, it would be imperative to know," Knockout reminded, "Although..."

"Although what?" Ratchet demanded.

"Never mind, a passing thought." Knockout waved off.

"Knockout, you provided Megatron with a spacebridge-!"

"Because a human was willing to come to his defense," Knockout cut him off, "Besides Soundwave, when was the last time you've heard of anyone coming to Megatron's defense?"

Ratchet scoffed at that. "We'll be discussing Megatron later."

"I'd expect nothing less," Knockout declared, "Before then, you need to rest."

"I. Am. Fine." Ratchet enunciated.

Knockout rolled his optics as he set the datapad down, walked over to Ratchet before bending down and holding up four digits. "How many digits?"

"Knockout-!"

"How many digits am I holding up?" Knockout demanded.

Ratchet wanted to respond, but he couldn't tell if it was four or eight digits.

"That's what I thought." Knockout stood up, "You need to go rest."

"I cannot rest-!"

"Well as a doctor, I'm telling you to do so," Knockout interrupted.

"Optimus needs help-!"

"He hasn't woken up in days!" Knockout reminded, "His condition isn't going to change right away the longer you look at him."

"I need to be here when he wakes up," Ratchet declared.

Knockout sighed in response. "Ratchet there is a lot going on right now, and we both know how hard it was to be the only medics on a team of soldiers that were constantly put in danger. If you fall, I can't do this on my own."

Ratchet was quiet before he sighed in defeat. Knockout placed a servo on Ratchet's shoulder before pushing him out of the medbay.

"Knockout-!"

"Take some energon, go rest. Pits, schedule an appointment with Rung! I'm sure he's dealing with Starscream today!" Knockout shoved him out of the medbay, "And if you come back in here without my knowledge, I am going to force you to manage your self-care routine."

Before Ratchet could respond, Knockout shut the door, causing the medic to groan in frustration. Maybe....maybe Knockout was right. Maybe he needed to step away from this. He trusted the medic, despite how vain he was. He wouldn't hurt Optimus.

Knockout waited until he heard Ratchet step and walk away from the medbay before turning his attention back to Optimus. Knockout walked over to the Prime and patted him on the arm.

"You'll be fine, Big Rig," Knockout said before picking up his datapad and accessing the security cameras. He saw Megatron strapped to a berth on the Nemesis with a tube connected to his open chest, optics still closed. He didn't really need to install the cameras. There were guards posted that would alert anyone if Megatron escaped. Still...what would those humans think of Megatron's fate?

(This was a fun one! The rest of the questions are free game.)

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Ch. 108 // Another Girls Day // Day Off

Contents (Warnings): What's wrong with Underkin? (Fluffier than usual, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 5,600+

Song I correlate to this Chapter: None unfortunately

Author's Note: THANK YOU ALL FOR WAITING. I appreciate the support, sincerely. AND I HOPE IT'S COHERENT.

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(Jan. 31st, Tuesday)

Lynette

I read over the text again, sitting in the parking lot. 

Lev: Don't worry, Lynette, I didn't forget about you. I'm preoccupied at the moment and will make time for you soon.~  10:30 a.m.

I tapped my head to my phone. Great.

Today, like most days, I considered myself lucky.

His vendetta against Alexander overwrote whatever he planned to use the five hours he won during our poker game. 

I'm surprised Xander didn't lock Lev's human case sooner. I didn't know if it was Alexander being "sportsmen-like" or if he hadn't considered it before. 

I'm surprised he didn't given how much he complains about losing. I mentally waved the thought away. I should be happy Xander doesn't use his magic often. 

I exited my car, ensuring my knife was strapped and my phone was in my pocket beside the keys. Lev poses more of a challenge to me, anyway. 

I patted my punch bug.

Alexander lost his edge to me—his threats held little weight. Not that he'd let me get away with everything, but he backed off more. And regardless of our bickering, a part of me, slim as it was, trusted him.

I've known them for almost six months after all. We moved so much when Padre came back, I rarely knew people that long.

They still scared me. Lev more than Alexander at this point, yet the thought of reaching my hand out to them stayed.

"Give up on them, Lentils." My head imagined Wicks saying.

I sighed, taking slow steps ahead. They aren't like Claudia and Drake. I can't just...

Every bone in my stupid little body refused to give up. There were times, I wanted to, it's probably my need to prove people wrong.

Or a strong strive for self worth.

I faced the apartment building.

Do you really want to do that for Lev, Lynette? He's done nothing for you. Lately, he'd been getting on everyone's nerves like he was a harpist plucking at strings correlated to each of us.

I assumed it was for his entertainment.

Alexander didn't seem to care about Lev, unlike Drake. He complained about Lev every other weekend. The only person Alexander complains about is me. I shoved my hands in my hoodie pockets. Not that I'm any better sometimes.

I approached the opulent C.P.P.A. apartment complex known as New Horizons Complex. It resembled a high-class hotel. Big and grand imposing architectural jetted features. The balconies elegantly overlooking the parking lots and lush greens leading to the small lake across the way.

This is such a beautiful place, especially up close.

I walked to the entrance that was adorned with my favorite, pink knockout roses. I lacked the green thumb required to grow them myself.

I stopped next to the wall by the sliding doors. My phone buzzed erratically in my sweater pocket right under my fingers.

I rested back on the white wall, to use the shade of the under hang to read the messages easier.

I hope they're not canceling today. 

I unlocked my phone and saw it was the pizzeria group chat. Most of us didn't talk much in the main chat unless Edgar made an announcement or someone brought something to everyone's attention. 

Unlike our night crew chat. Our chat consisted of mocking, bets, or Claudia and Drake sending memes.

Is this about the resort?

Edgar: Hello everyone! I know I told those affected and wanted to keep it a secret for everyone else. However, I have been reminded I'd need to tell everyone to come in at the same time, much like the festivals, at 8 a.m. Thus, on this coming Saturday, we will be going to my wife's resort to serve our pizza that night for a celebration, and the day after you'll be free to explore! Technically, the morning of the first day will also be a free to roam period after the tour! 11:30 a.m.

June: 🤗 I get to hang out and see all my friends, sweeeeet!!! 11:30 a.m.

Alexander: 👍 11:30 a.m.

Viola: 👍 11:31 a.m.

Elliot: 👍 11:31 a.m.

Tila: 👍 11:31 a.m.

Lev messaged before I joined the chain.

Lev: Will we be sharing rooms again? 11:32 a.m.

Edgar: The top floor will belong to us, exactly 10 rooms. So, June and Elliot, Tila and Claudia, Zilla and Zane, and Alexander and Lynette will be sharing with one another. 11:33 a.m.

June: Yay!!! 11:33 a.m.

Zane: Bunking with my dear sister again 😍 11:34 a.m.

Zilla: Great 🙄 11:34 a.m.

Zane: 🥺 11:34 a.m.

Alexander: 👎 11:35 a.m.

I was tempted to put a thumbs down emoji too.

Edgar: Be nice guys. I put you together based on your current supervisor status. 11:35 a.m.

Drake: What he said out loud wasn't nice.  11:35 a.m.

Alexander: DON'T. 11:35 a.m.

I wasn't amused. I take back everything I was thinking earlier.

Edgar: Be civil. 11:36 a.m.

Tila: That's still one person without a roommate. 11:36 a.m.

Edgar: You're all adults so I trust you'll be fine if I share a room with my wife on the floor below. You'll have moderate supervision as Sandra and Tristan are on your floor. 11:37 a.m.

Edgar: If not I can share a room up there with Drake. 11:37 a.m.

Drake: We're adults.👍 11:38 a.m.

Edgar: Great! If you all have any questions or concerns let me know! 11:38 a.m.

Everyone gave a thumbs-up, including myself. I can't wait to talk to Wicks about that more tonight.

I pushed off the wall and twisted to the main entrance—they were sliding doors, similar to those at hotels and stores. I expected passcodes, or having to ring to get let in. Since most of the c.p.p.a. members live here, it'd be crazy to try and break in.

It opened to a main lobby. A few residents or those I assumed were residents, talking amongst one another on armchairs, holding drinks they got from the giant fridge with glass doors near them. There was a counter with coffee and ingredients for that, too.

I barely shifted my gaze to the right to see a front desk because someone's yell interrupted my thoughts and shoved down the softer ambiance.           

"GINKOOSE!" 

I watched Garter's lanky yet fit body throw itself over the counter.

My fingers itched for my knife as he ran at me. I was used to him running at me during training. I settled down once he overtook me in a giant hug. He lifted me off the ground as he did so.

He pressed me into his uniform so I couldn't turn my head.

"Nice to see you too, Garter." I said, unable to move my arms up to hug back because he pinned them.

He squeezed tight.

He's acting like he hasn't seen me in years when we trained yesterday. I welcomed his affection regardless.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, resting his chin on my head.

I stared at the painting on the wall beside the front desk, unable to look anywhere else. "I'm here to see Claudia and Tila; we're having a girl's day."

I felt Garter's snicker vibrate across my dome. "You're seeing the funny girl with those extra super long noodle arms and the other with dead eyes?"

Tila's eyes aren't that dead...well she does lack emotion most of the time unless she's talking about monster-related jabber.

"Yeah," I agreed, "also, those are Claudia's wings."

"They don't have feathers." 

"Some wings don't have feathers!" I said. I pressed at his guard uniform, trying to tilt my head to see him. I moved my toes like they were on the ground and could help me.

"And Garter, I love hugs and all, but I also like being on the ground too."

Garter denied my request. "No, I'll carry you all the way up." His long, straight black hair slapped my face when he shook his head no.

I squirmed further, "Garter," and blew at his hair over me.

Another voice called from the counter, "Not without checking her in!"

I couldn't see them properly but figured they were the second guard at the desk alongside Garter.

"Fiiiiiine."

Garter loosened his grip, bending himself enough so my tippy toes could touch the ground.

He let go, and my tennis shoes plopped against the floor. Ah, hello, my old friend. I looked at my feet, doing a little march, enjoying the solid ground beneath me.

Garter left my side, going back behind the counter. I tracked him and scanned over their computer, mailboxes holding several names, and the large digital clock.

I smiled at the guy beside him. He reminds me of Wicks with those dark, deep, dark circles under his...wait, whoa. His eyes were the faintest green I had ever seen, a mint-ish color opposite my dark ones.

He reflected back a customer service smile. "You guys know each other, huh?"

He brushed some of his long blonde bangs behind his ear, disregarding the messy bun his hair tie barely kept back. 

"Yeah!! I train her!"

"Reeeally?" The male leaned further over the counter to look at me. He was not as tall as Garter, but was he closer to Lev or Alexander's height?

Garter answered, "She's a classless."

That's right. The other lie I was told was to tell someone if they asked. I'm a "classless magus in training classless."

I bobbed my head, "yep."

He raised a brow, skeptically glancing from Garter then to me. "I see..."

Can he tell I'm not? Don't most monsters think I'm a magus because of my energy?

There were exceptions—Drake and Alexander, who said they could tell the truth immediately. The others admitted they wouldn't have known if Alexander wasn't the one to invite me.

The pale guy scratched the back of his neck and shrugged, "Well, if you know her, I should look over her to prevent biases." He beckoned me to get closer to the counter and walked to the open side.

Garter obediently waited behind it.

When I closed our distance, he pressed his lips together like he swallowed a container of torpedo's sour candy.

"Are you alright?" I sheepishly asked.

Though kind, he weakly nodded, and his smile made him look like he was baring his teeth at me.

Are those fangs? Is he a vampire? Or a vampire beast like Drake? It would explain why he'd doubt me being part of the C.P.P.A.

No, he doesn't have red eyes.

"Do you have any magic items on you?" He held up a hand before I could speak, "Any that you aren't using for impaired assistance? If so, you'll have to leave them here and retrieve them once you leave."

He said it in a calm and rehearsed apologetic manner.

I undid my holster and handed it off to him. "I only have this," Wicks told me they'd have to take it when I visited Claudia and Tila.

They were both here on a reform list. Claudia for lying about her certification to work, and Tila for helping her get the c.p.p.a certification illegally.

And Tila got that from Zetsu. I hadn't seen him since what happened with Andras. I hope he's doing okay. Last I heard from Wicks, he was going to go through the reform and was staying here too.

The male took it gently, avoiding my touch. Like Alexander does or did, especially when we first met.

He handed it to Garter, who put it in a locked safe under their desk. Without fully looking at me, he asked, "Are there any other weapons on you, magic or not?"

I shook my head, "no." 

His head tilted slightly, something I associated with Drake, and took my answer after, "Okay." 

While he pulled a stamp pad out from one of the drawers, I curiously whispered as quietly as possible. "Were you listening to my heartbeat?"

He half-smirked and opened the breast pocket of his black security guard uniform. It drew my eyes to his name badge that read Giovanni and then to the stamp he retrieved. "You've met another vampire, huh?"

"A friend I work with is a vampire beast." 

He pressed the stamp into the neon pink ink pad, "Ah, the bigger, battier versions of us?" I contained my giggle, and he put the back of his hand on his forehead. "Sorry, that was stupid."

"It was funny," I reassured him, looking over his features again as I lifted my hand to allow him to stamp it. "Are you wearing a human case to look normal?"

"For my ears, yeah," Drake told me that normal vampires have much bigger and pointer ears.

"Not your eyes?"

He pressed the stamp down firmly. "Not all vampires have the same eye colors if you're wondering why they aren't blue, brown, or stuff like that." He lifted it up and inspected the stamp. "Our eyes are usually lighter during the day if that's throwing you off."

I looked at it when he was satisfied and read the words 'Visitor Pass' in a faint pink glow.

"I didn't know vampires had different eye colors. All his family has red."

Giovanni chuckled, "Ha, yeah, vampire red." When our eyes met, his smile lowered, "You're serious? I've never seen a vampire with red before." Is Drake really unusual for that? "Besides the vampires in those cheesy movies."

"You're talking about the ones your sister married?" Garter asked.

GARTER. Don't talk about that here; he doesn't know Wicks and I are related.

"Yeah," I tried to change the subject. I tapped the mark on the back of my hand. "Is there anything else I need to know, Giovanni?" I shouldn't have said his name like we're friends!

His brows knit, confused at first, and his head looked down at his badge.

"That mark means you are free to go. Garter will escort you to the room." He gestured for Garter to come over. "Once you enter the room, the mark will alert us and tell us who you're visiting. Do not go out in the hall too much unless you want to leave, because we'll know. And you won't be able to stay the night if you're visiting a reformie. Visiting hours last from 10 a.m. - 7 p.m."

I understood. "Thank you." I looked at Garter, "I am ready when-" Again, he scooped me up when Giovanni side-stepped out of the way.

...

Viola couldn't make it, nor could her partner Elise. I still didn't know if I wanted to meet her since Drake looked annoyed whenever she was mentioned.

I gathered he refused to get along with her because she was a giver.

Knowing what Drake used to do for Andras, I understood why he disliked anyone else offering their blood to him or other people. He also, much like myself, doesn't want to be seen as weak and needing handouts. 

Without them, our group consisted of Claudia, Zilla, Tila, and me. Beatrice wasn't invited because, as Tila said, "I'd never have that wasp in my home."

Their apartment was a blend of contemporary chaos—modern furnishings littered with whimsical clutter.

Papers were stacked haphazardly on several of their end tables, and glass coffee table in front of the T.V.

I pivoted around the pages at my feet. They mainly were handwritten notes, sketches, and half-finished manuscripts. Scattered amongst those were books—vividly illustrated about monsters, all colorful compared to the room's neutral palette.

I peeked at the few lying open, seeing...intricate details of monsters and their eerie habitats.

I saw the familiar shelving unit behind the velvet couch where Zilla and the pillow pile stayed. It was barren compared to the one I visited at Claudia's home months ago. It held a small collection of bundled dried herbs, giving the area an earthy scent like I was ripe for a burial. That's in bad taste! Think of Claudia.

I sat at the top of the pillow pile, soon falling over when Claudia defied me for the throne.

Most of our time together, we watched terrible movies. Claudia brought out some cake she got during a C.P.P.A. bake sale. All of us got our picks ready for the T.V.

However, after finishing my first thin slice of the absolutely delicious satiny vanilla cake with whipped cream topping, strawberries, and homemade strawberry glaze, I was told I had to stop due to the energy content. I still fought to have the crumbs, and Claudia cruelly licked all the plates clean in front of me.

I see why Xander calls you a little demon. I joked in my head.

The first movie was from Claudia; she misunderstood the game and picked her favorite and beloved classic, Alone Abode. I chose one of the worst Super Rangers movies I could think of. It made the characters act incredibly and uncharacteristically dumb. They would never openly play soccer by the cage that held Froinlee, nor would they put the goal right next to it and risk hitting the release button!

Tila picked a monster movie to criticize the hunters and the monsters throughout it. It sparked all of us to join her, even though it was clear Claudia and I were making up facts, and that sent Tila to the moon with frustration.

Zilla's movie later sparked an idea in Claudia's head. Hers was about a hair salon that had to do a thousand haircuts in a week to save it. They used crazy tools to make themselves faster and, at one point, accidentally murdered a client and stole their money to make quota. 

Claudia, now inspired once the movie finished, popped off the couch and stared at Zilla. Claudia clearly intended to make her wild mane of fluffy, razor-cut hair into her new muse. 

"You have a lot of hair," Her mischievous grin was in full swing.

Holding a pair of scissors in one hand, Claudia snipped at the air.

Zila flipped her hair back over her shoulder, "you're not cutting my hair."

"But," she flashed her best puppy dog eyes.

"Besides the fact that Zane would absolutely kill you for undoing his handy work," Zilla ran her fingers through her locks, "I love the style. It fits my band's brand."

Band? I sat up on the couch, "you have a band?"

Zilla's violet hue shifted to me, "fuck yeah I do. Our temp name is The Outer Shells. We're small now, but I've been doing a few gigs here and there. That's where the pizzeria money goes." 

Huh. I hadn't spent much of the money I made. I've only been paying my half of the rent, buying a few clothes, and sometimes groceries. The biggest purchases I made recently were a few new indie games. 

 Curiously, I asked, "Do you have any shows coming up? I'd love to see you."

Turned to me on the couch, she half chuckled, "You'd wanna come see me perform?"

I faced her back, "I can tell you have strong vocals by the way you talk, so it'd be a treat to hear you in action." I wonder if Wicks would want to go to that. 

Zilla's confident bravado fled. Her face almost looked innocent.

She smiled, though sheepish, playing with the hair behind her ear. "We have a show coming up, so if you're…" She paused. Her enthusiasm drained. Something was wrong. What happened? 

Her eyelids fell, and her eyes darted back and forth. She contemplated her next string of words. 

Her speech slightly slurred, "You know, I'm not s-so s-sure the shows are quite your style." Zilla turned back up to see me.  

I didn't know what suddenly changed her mind. Is she worried about me? Why? Is it because there are monsters there?

"Even if I don't quite like the genre of music, I-"

"You shouldn't come." Zilla interrupted me sharply, almost like she was…pleading? She puckered her lips and turned away, her heels tapping against the wood floor. "Forget I said anything." Her smile returned faintly, and she shook her head. "You'd get eaten alive at our shows." 

I accepted it. "I'll take your word for it."

Zilla hadn't cared much in the past if someone suggested I go somewhere with monsters. There's also no way she's worried I won't like it. She's too confident for that.

Claudia, who failed to convince Tila to get her hair cut, moved to me. She stood at the couch, her face beaming as she hummed my name, "Hey, Lyneeeeetttteee."

I don't like when people do that anymore. Lev always hummed my name like that, so I only thought of him when someone else did.

"Yes, Claudia?" 

"Can I give your hair a snip?" She snapped her scissors together, not that far from my face.

Do I really have to agree to this? She's my friend. I scanned the cluttered apartment, hoping to find some small hiding space, but Claudia and I had a small height gap. There was nowhere I could go that she couldn't. I'm also sure she's lighter than me. 

She tapped the closed scissors on my head, "Lynette?"

I gave her an excuse, "My hair's pretty curly; it'll probably be difficult to cut for your first time." I had my dad's curls, though my mom's hair genes kept them from being as bad as his. From what I remember, her hair was  straight or maybe not? Why can't I picture it? 

It hurt to think harder about it. My mind wanted to linger on everything else that happened. It was a wretched, physical pain I couldn't fully comfort. That's why I'm grateful for Madre and them. They soothed it, and as weird as it was, most of the morning crew, Claudia, Garter, and Drake, did too. 

Claudia had moved during my silence. She stole Tila's desk chair and wheeled it to me. She patted the seat. "I don't know if I can until I try."

I looked at the seat and then back up at her, "What if I say no?"

"You won't." She repeated the phrase she heard Wicks use on me, "because you love me."

I chortled and shifted my butt from the couch to the desk chair, "you are a friend I care for." I didn't quite say love yet. I valued my time with Claudia, especially outside work, as she often brought a playful spirit to the pizzeria.

Wicks would get jealous if I told another friend I loved them anyway. I smiled, holding in a laugh. 

She swiveled the chair and pushed it forward, rolling me through the apartment. She narrowly avoided a few books and got me over the bump leading into their guest bathroom. 

"Claudia, be careful with my chair!" Tila shouted as she and Zilla followed.

The fae positioned me over the sink at the mirror. "Perfect!" 

I let her brush through the few tangles in my hair.

She got ready to cut, and I peered at her in the mirror.

My body stiffened when I saw her wings coming out of her human case. She handed the scissors off to one clawed hand, and the other grabbed the top of my head to keep me still.

"hey," I attempted to hide my distrust and flinched at the first snip. "Claudia, are you sure it's a good idea to use your wings to give me a haircut?"

No matter how much I wanted to support her, at the same time, I liked my head attached to my neck.

"Don't worry if I mess up, I'll brew a hair growth potion so all your hair will grow back super fast!"

I was relieved. "Oh, good…" Then my shoulders slouched slightly, "Claudia, do you mean ALL my hair or just the hair on my head?"

She continued snipping with wild abandon—bits of my curls flew about. "What do you mean? Do you grow hair in other places?" 

Behind sealed lips, I let out a muffled scream in anguish. If Claudia messes up, I either tell her it's okay and I'm left with bald spots, or I take the potion and become bigfoot. My lip quivered. They'd probably all make fun of me at work and me smallfoot. 

Tila, who bobbed her head, watching Claudia's cuts, responded. "Humans grow hair all over their bodies, including their face, arms, legs, armpits, back, privates, and feet. Some abundances vary depending on their genetic make-up."

Claudia detested that claim by poking my cheek. "Lynette doesn't have hair anywhere else," she slid the normal hand down my face like she was going over a countertop for dust. "She's smooth." 

I exhaled, feeling partially embarrassed, "I don't really get anything on my face, but I still shave everywhere else."

Claudia's face read betrayal—for a few seconds—it quickly returned to her factory reset joy. "Ooooh, yeah, you're going to be coooovered in hair. Like a stupid amount." She did a few more snips. "That means I can cut more after!" 

I immediately begged. "Or-or-OR, you can do an amazing job today and I can come back to you next time I need a cut!"

"DEAL!" 

...

I planned to stay longer, picking at what remained of my curls. 

"It looks better than I anticipated," Tila said, eyeing it. 

My head was lighter, for sure. I hadn't had my hair this short since I was little. I usually kept it at mid-back for prime braiding, but now it barely reached my shoulders.

"She has talent," I said, heavily impressed that she had cut it coherently in a V shape. Didn't I cut it all wrong the first time I tried cutting hair?

I moved to tug another curl and was reminded of what Zilla said about Lev's nervous habit. My gaze shifted to Tila next to me. She was pushing around her two giant and curled piggy tails on either side of her head.

She's the best person to ask about the Underkin thing.

I casually pulled back from the sink, avoiding the tufts of my hair on the ground. "Uh…you know a lot about monsters, right?"

Her eyelids drooped, matching her sudden frown. "Are you attempting to insult me?"

I denied it adamantly, "No, I-I-uh-" Way to go, Lynette. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, "Sorry, no. I wanted to ask if you, perhaps, know anything about underkin?" There has to be a reason Lev gets touchy with them. 

Tila was quiet. She's never quiet.

I looked back at her, expecting something akin to disgust.

Instead, her eyes flooded with emotion. These were much wider and more expressive than her usual sarcastic or dead eyes.

Her small, tight lips grinned. "KNOW THEM?" Her exasperated and excited huff sent her smile higher, looking far creepier than she intended. "It's been some time, but our species were once well acquainted. We were even considered 'kin' to them." Her feet stammered in joy. 

"Our history goes way back to the first Underkin born of the higher being, Dra. They were of his kin, unable to use magic, unlike the Tamielkin with flames, Obracikin with water-" she wheezed a chuckle, "You get it."

She tapped her chin, "Underkin were around when Escora, like me, were heavily hunted," She shifted her head to each shoulder, "A few thousand or so years ago?"

A few thousand or so? A thousand years is not a few. "Right, right, just a few." I laid my back on the wall near the light switch and door.

Tila agreed, nodding, "The first Underkin swore to help one of my kind, and because of its heavy exposure doing so, it became what most beings call a "magic eater"."

Some take magic, too? "There are monsters that eat magic?"

Tila laughed, slapping the counter lightly, "Oh no. Magic is volatile. Why do you think people get hurt by it. No other monster has successfully been able to absorb or eat magic quite like them. It's said to work because their scales are-"

Claudia's voice popped beside me, making me jump off the wall. She leaned her head through the door. She escorted Zilla out after Zane called and begged her to go back home.

"There's a monster that eats MAGIC??!" Her different-colored eyes sparkled in wonder. 

"Do you know nothing of-" Tila turned her head and sighed, "No, your coven told you very little, didn't they." She cursed under her breath. "Such barbaric ways."

Impatiently, Claudia gripped my shoulders from behind, softly shaking me while talking to Tila. "I wanna know about the monster!"

Tila continued, looking at me and ignoring Claudia. "Underkin were known for their beautiful black jade-like scales, dark as the night." She lifted her hand and waved it in front of us. Unlike Magus's, I noticed other monsters like her didn't need their eyes to glow when they used it. 

In the air, black dust expelled from her fingertips. It took shape as she watched it, forming into a dragon, different from what I had seen in books. It's so realistic yet small. 

Claudia and I trailed it with our eyes.

"Overtime, their scales got faintly lighter, as taking magic is no easy task." The dragon's pigment shifted slowly. "Their bodies adapted to more of a dark midnight blue." 

"I'VE SEEN ONE BEFORE!" Claudia exclaimed, going closer to the figment. "On Yexodele, before I met you, I saw one in the sky..." She sulked, putting her chin on my shoulder, "Hendra had one of their arms too."

Tila yanked her hand back, and the dragon projection vanished. "AN ARM?" She spat in disgust. "So she killed one?"

Claudia shrugged, "I guess so…" 

From what I knew, Hendra was a different kind of collector than Andras. Andras would rent or sell monsters off, while Hendra tore them apart for stronger pieces to add to her body. 

Claudia lifted her head and sliced the air, "That must be how she cut mine before. She used that arm to take my magic."

Tila's nose wrinkled, " Like us, Underkin were hunted when monsters found out their scales held so much value." She looked out the bathroom door. "Not a single species can do what they can, absorbing and using the magic they get from another." She turned back to us, "Amalgamations are the only other species that come close, but they're magic-resistant."

I took it all in the best I could. Being a magic eater would make fights easier. I joked in my head. That doesn't explain why Lev dislikes them or doesn't look very Drakin-like.

"Lev's a Drakin, too, yeah? I didn't know they looked like dragons since Lev doesn't." 

Has Lev ever said anything about that?

I brought a snicker to her face, sardonic as it sounded. "Oh. That's not his actual form. Drakin's adapted much smaller ones, which is probably how you've seen him. From what I understand, they tried to look friendlier to the magus we had living amongst us at the time."

"Magus's lived with you guys, too?"

"Yes, back when Magus's had no means to defend themselves against monsters, magic or otherwise." She lifted her head proudly. "My species taught them how to drain energy as well." She let out a breath. "And because Drakin's are one of the biggest species to ever exist on Yexodele, they couldn't fit into most places, as the average monster stands between fifteen and thirty-five feet. Thus, they created a smaller form. It works in their favor when fighting opponents like Magus's, and they're stronger because their bodies are condensed down."

So, how big is Lev? 

"How did you know about Underkin anyway?" Tila finally questioned. 

I glanced at Claudia, who looked like she was trying to measure the heights in her head. Claudia might tell Lev if I say it's because of how he acted hearing the name. 

"Just wondering about different species besides Lev's." That didn't answer her question, and I waited for her to say that. 

"Okay." 

Okay? She accepted that?

She pointed at the back of my hand, and I peered down to see the "visitor pass" flashing.

"What-?"

We all heard a knock at the door after, and Claudia raced to answer. Tila's pressed her hand at my shoulder, stopping me.

"Did you hear it from Lev?"

She knows I didn't want to say it with Claudia around.

"Yeah. I don't think Lev likes them. He looks like he wants to kill me when I say Underkin."

Tila's hand slipped from my shoulder, "Tamielkin don't have a good history with Underkin because Underkin would pretend to-" Tila raised her finger, dropped it, raised it once more, and continued to do it several more times. Eventually, she let out her inquiry. "Lynette, you've seen Lev's form before, correct?"

"Y-yes? Red scales." I confirmed nervously.

"Any trim around his scales? Or do they jet out more than usual?" She did a slightly tilted pose with her hands, "possibly stick up a little?"

I couldn't remember now that I was being prosecuted. "Possibly? I think they have a slightly darker outline?" It's not like I had much time to get a good look at them; I was usually more focused on what he was doing than how he looked. 

Her ever-serious gaze consumed her once excited glow. Garter's voice at the door asking for me interrupted our conversation. She cleared her throat. "Thank you." 

I quickly looked back at her standing in the door frame, "is everything okay?"

"Fine as always," her eyes darted behind me, and I tensed up. "Lynette."

Garter grabbed me and twirled me around until he could adequately hug me. "Time to go!" 

"Garter, hey!" I kicked my feet lightly in protest as he waddled toward their front door with me.

"I can walk on my own!" I shouted in defiance. Claudia teased me in the background, laughing aloud and waving goodbye. 

On the other hand, Tila pushed her chair back to her desk and ordered Claudia to clean up the mess in the bathroom. 

When Garter and I left their apartment, there was a sudden weight of anxiety stirring in my stomach.

Why do I feel like this is going to come back and bite me later? 

...

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[rewritingcanon]

ok here are some of the revised one-part melbourne hpcc play highlights (part two yah) in an attempted chronological order:

part one

part two

the whole dark wand dance was such a fucking knockout everyone was popping their whole pussy to it. i wanted to twerk.

polly chapman also had a cute little bob in this era. i don’t know why they changed wigs for her but i guess she’s emo in the dark world

craig was carrying this big ass book and when scorpius went up to him trying to ask where snape’s classroom was he squeaked and tried to HIDE BEHIND THE BOOK like twice 😭 he only emerged to sideye the shit out of scorpius for being weird

when scorpius was talking to snape and snape was writing on the class board, i was close enough to see what he was writing and it was mostly random scribbles but he did write “E=mc?” 😭😭 bro is doing the calculations

ravager ron 🥵🥵 (aka hottest mf in the hpverse idc idc)

also snape was the biggest comedian ever? bro did not care if he was dead in the other dimension, he just started immediately roasting hermione and ron because ofc he has to

remember when i said scorbus mirrors romione? yah well they do it again with the dementors with ron and hermione fighting beside each other, and scorpius having albus emotionally fight beside him (as he will confess to him in the owlery later)

snape didnt tell scorpius who hes giving up his kingdom for but asked it instead, and scorpius said “im doing this for albus i-i think” boom timeline change

scorpius went to tackle his dad in a hug after returning from the dark world but he was dripping wet so draco just thrust out his cloak in between them to protect himself lmfao

he was like “daaaaddd 😆😆😄😙😯☹️ aw ☹️” nah draco was not gonna get water on his valentino white bag for anything

yann starting the fuckinng gossip

yann doing a fucking backflip over the staircase to spread more gossip

and i was sitting on the side a bit and could literally see matt holly who acts as yann run up a disappearing staircase and just leap off into the darkness of the wings 💀 idk if every yann is like a fucking stunt man or just this specific one

james and karl comforted rose when mcgonagall started lecturing hermione about the time turner by saying her kids didnt exist

rose looked like she was about to cry for the entire duration of the scene and hermione looked so ashamed of herself as well. which when you’re up close u can see how the bg characters are still acting, and it made their hug at the end of the scene all the more meaningful

meanwhile scorpius the whole time hermione and harry were being roasted by minerva was enthusiastically emoting like 😗😨🫢 bro could not believe the headmistress was just flaming the minister of magic like that

also when craig, karl, yann, rose and james were listening to mcgonagall… idk this was really minor so it COULD be a coincidence but when mcgonagall focused her attention on albus (because she was flaming harry and hermione first for a while) and started with “albus you were very brave,” james put his hand on the rail and leaned in closer to listen, like he was smushing his face against the rail trying to listen when it involved albus and idk. i thought that was very cute if that was purposeful

then the fucking owlery scene. omfg the owlery scene. the gayest ass place in the school for these nerds.

scorpius told albus in the owlery that (its literally a fucking love confession atp) he’s been doing everything for him and that he makes him stronger and was fighting alongside him and albus was like “y-yeah? 👉👈🥺” and then scorpius was like “yeah” and he leaned in and then ALBUS LEANED IN all very hopeful and then scorpius ruined it by saying “AND saving cedric wasnt a bad idea” COMPLETELY oblivious smh. which made albus flinch away and scratch his neck all sheepish and very adorably embarrassed. but basically it was a near kiss. and i’m not over-exaggerating just because i like the ship, albus wanted to kiss that boy 💀💀

(in this moment i also realised that albus literally only really laughs around delphi and scorpius. and he only really goes soft and quiet with scorpius ☹️)

then delphi comes in and literally plants herself in between al and scorpius… which is an interesting choice of placement

and scorpius sideyes her as aggressively as rose was sideyeing him at the start of the play lmfao i’ve never seen this boy look so disgruntled before

delphi actually screamed in delight when she betrayed scorpius and albus. like she shrieked and it was echoing as the scene was moving and fading to black it was SO GOOD

ron’s voice is like gruff and low and stuff mm (when he said “oh shut up will you” to hermione when trying to propose 🤭)

hermione also spoke in a specifc tone with ron when shes scolding him. like its lower and really fast. an example is when she said the “ronnotnow” moment when hes picking on dracos ponytail 😭😭 she’s so funny bru

ron getting down on one knee and saying “marriage renewal 🥰” with empty ass hands

ginny walked in on ron and hermione making out and then hermione got all flustered and did a little run up to draco and slapped him on the shoulder 😭😭 and he flinched too… you know that man still remembered her punch in third year

albus got down on all fours as soon as delphi turned her wand onto scorpius after he said “do your worst.” he literally BEGGED delphi to not hurt scorpius before she started torturing him. and then he was full on crying when it did happen

delphi taunting al by saying “if you want to stop me from hurting your FRIEND then do what you’re told.” and the emphasis on the word ‘friend’ was really taunting and sarcastic bc SHE KNOWS. it’s literally a fuck you to the ridiculousness of the queerbaiting in the og and i love it

ofc the change of albus’ weakness going from “friendship” to “LUVVVVV” (the actress had fun emphasising the queerness of it all i swearrr)

when draco, harry, ginny, ron and hermione are all in delphi’s room trying to find evidence of her identity, draco cuts hermione off by bellowing “SPECIALIS REVELIO” and then nothing happens. nothing happens. then ron goes “MUMBALIS RRRREVVVELIO” really dramatically in a thick accent to bully him 😭

ron is constantly bullying the shit out of draco for the entire play lmfao and the delivery is so fucking funny. draco cant say nothing either because he knows he deserves it deep down 💀

scorpius and albus’s hostility towards that one scottish station master on the platform was absolutely wild. albus looked innocently confused but scorpius cant mask for shit. bro was giving him a bombastic confunded look as he was speaking, leaning in to hear him better and staring flabbergasted at bro as he walked off 😭😭 14 year olds are brutal gawd

idk this might be the usual case for every cursed child play, but tom russell played both james sr and james sirius which insinuates james sirius looks like the og james which is so …

harry looked so small in the scene with dumbledore and him in his office and very boy-like. the positioning of the stage made it seem like harry was still looking up at dumbledore for guidance and when he started crying it just seemed like he needed a father mannn. phenomenal acting but bro 😭😭😭

and dumbledore looked so in pain too, and so GUILTY and because paintings are “nothing but paint and memories” makes it mean that dumbledore had felt that guilty and pained about treating harry like that in real life 😭 kill me now it was just a horrible time for everyone

all the drarry shippers deserve a medal for predicting that draco’s canon way of comforting harry or being nice to him is to literally just insult him more 💀 bro comes in and sees harry sobbing and just stands there like “my son said i was head of magical law enforcement in the other reality 🧍‍♂️ maybe this will be my office one day🧍‍♂️”

it makes it even funnier if youve read the script and know that the next direct line is a stage direction saying “harry is consumed in his grief”

when draco took out the time turner he owned to show harry he was like “yeahhh 😏real gold 😏😏 just the way the malfoy family likes it 😙” HELP

scorpius facing the audience, talking very softly about how he and albus should lean over the baby (harry), and so they both do, and then scorpius just starts screaming “HELP HELP HELLPPPPP” over audience members omgggg 😭

“it might traumatise the baby slightly 🤔”

scorpius got so excited about albus’s plan with the blanket and love potion that he tried to do a cartwheel and landed flat on his ass 😭

scorpius said “theres a rumour bathilda bagshot believed in never locking her doors” and then opened her front door with his bum 💀 he just playfully sticks it out on her door and he nearly fell inside bc it actually opened

ginny’s actress deserved an oscar for her scene with harry in albus’ room… like she was actually sobbing and shaking and yelling at harry, it was such a powerful scene for her character as a grieving sister and a grieving mother too. only scene that almost made me cry. katie jean-harding. remember the name fr

cue me pissing myself and just completely overreacting when the crew went to godric’s hollow and harry, hermione, ginny and ron were all talking about the dreary memories there and draco was just geeking out over how the houses had thatched roofs and that theres a farmer’s market 😭 his whole face just lit up when he spotted the market lolll he’s def thinking about a holiday home there or sum

get you a man (ron) who will hold a grudge (against draco) for you (hermione) for decadesss because of the things he said to you in your youth (very loyal husband material… hermione fr the smartest hp character, she saw the vision)

albus and ginny just throwing themselves onto each other and hugging and then harry just jogs up to albus, stops himself, and excitedly pats his shoulder

draco saying “we can hug too if you want” and scorpius slowly reaching out to him like the uppies meme

after the chat with ginny in the church in which ginny tells harry that albus needs to feel specific love from him, and albus was explaining the plan to defeat delphi, he says something like “and we should do this because do you know what im good at? polyjuic—” then harry yells behind him wayyy too loudly “I THINK THERES PLENTY YOURE GOOD AT ALBUS” and they all stare at him and ron just gives him a big thumbs up

and later when harry is trying to convince draco to go along with the plan to transfigure himself albus butts in saying “you should trust my dad, draco because he won’t let us down” and harry gets SO happy from it he and ron literally high five and he does a little jump in the background

also scorpius was constantly looking at draco when harry was talking about transfiguring himself into voldemort and it was fucking priceless. scorpius was so animated in his expressions he was literally staring at his dad like 😨 whilst draco is silently watching the whole encounter like 😐

when ron said “blimey theres two of them” when referring to scorpius and hermione, it literally had scorpius’ face LIGHT UP, hands over his mouth, and his posture straightened. i find it so cute how much he idolises hermione!

when harry turned into voldemort everyone flinched a step back except ron who went like “bloody hell! 😯” love him

the dramione scene was so minor, but it’s probably the biggest dramione moment to happen between the two of them in the entire hp series so im actually so surprised dramione shippers dont talk about it

breaking it down: draco says “im being bossed around by hermione granger” and theres a silence in which ron stops and looks at him very threateningly. then draco says “and im mildly enjoying it” with this big flirty ass grin on his face 😭😭😭 and then hermione has to HOLD RON BACK AND DRAG HIM AWAY LMFAO

draco the only type of guy to shoot his shot at a woman in front of her husband and his motherless son 💀💀

the fight scene with delphi and harry (+co) was hottttt and i dont mean in an attractive way but in the sense that it was literally fucking sweltering like i could feel the hot ass fire on my face as they were throwing spells at each other. i dont know how the actors could simply just cope on stage

albus was hiding behind ginny during fight scene with delphi and she was holding him close behind her. idk if it was because he hid behind her of his free volition or if she dragged him behind her but it was cute asf either way

when voldemort walked down into the middle aisle he stopped randomly and started staring at this random poor woman for a moment 💀

im sorry i know it wasnt funny but when everyone was witnessing voldemort kill lily and she was heart wrenchingly screaming “NO NOT MY BABY” voldy was like “step aside u silly gal 🙄” i fucking shat myself omg 😭😭 he’s so unserious 😭😭😭

and then they’re back at hogwarts and everyone’s having a good time after bearing witness to all this trauma and what do you see? - polly chapman trying to fight THE minerva mcgonagall by boinking her with a big ass textbook. rose had to intervene and stop her 💀 girl wanted all the smoke

the last scorbus scene. oh my gawd. people talk about this but not in enough detail so i WILL QUOTE IT for you because i remember it by heart (and i also wrote it down immediately after the show ended so my memory was fresh). i haven’t seen people actually quote it so far so maybe i’ll be the first (unless someone else has already done it and i just didn’t see it), because people are literally missing out if they don’t go see the play themselves. it is a bit long and i dont want to make an already long post longer so i will leave it here if you’re interested in scorbus at all

but also, if you go read it, just take into account the way they’re speaking to each other. ive seen the play a total of three times, twice in two part and once in the revised one part and you can just tell it’s romantic from the way theyre talking to each other. the actors know what theyre doing

and ofc the coming out scene between albus and harry with albus saying “scorpius is the most important person to me, and he might ALWAYS be the most important person to me” and harry saying “i think thats a very good thing”

also not to brag but during roll call draco looked at me 😻😻 and ron looked in my general direction (he was smiling at the people in front of me because i think he knew them personally since the first three rows are like VIP (sorta) tickets and not open for general public sale but it was close enough)

anyways those are my notes! if youve read this much im impressed by you fr

[somepotatoes]

Its a LOT:

2. First time masturbating? 

3. First sex toy? 

6. First time having sex?

7. Biggest turn on?

8. Biggest turn off?

10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on?  

12. Ultimate fantasy? 

18. Rough or sensual sex?

28. Last place you had sex?

29. Where would you most like to have sex? 

32. What’s your biggest kink? 

36. Do you like orgasm denial/forced orgasm? 

41. Do you have any strange or extreme kinks?

44. What do you masturbate to?

45. How often do you masturbate? 

48. Do you go for multiple rounds or settle at one or no orgasms?  

55. What’s your breast size?

56. How often do you go braless? 

65. Do you get sleepy after an orgasm?

67. How do you prefer partners pubic hair?

68. How many orgasms can you have in a day?

70. What do you wear to bed?

71. Any funny sex stories?

74. What’s the weirdest porn you’ve ever seen?

75. Do you often get horny in public?

76. Ever used something that isn’t made for sex in the bedroom?

77. Have you ever walked in on somebody or been walked in on?

2. Pretty sure I was around 10, I was humping pillows

3. My first one was a little rose looking vibrator from Vush

6. I was about 21 or 22 and it was with my bf at the time, we were so nervous at first but I’m glad it was with him

7. Biggest turn on is a gentleman that can also take control, as well as nice arms and hands

8. Biggest turn off is someone who is unhygienic; unclipped fingernails, oily hair, clothes are untidy etc.

10. This is definitely a confession but a weird turn on for me is porn that have animatronics or monsters, or something fantasy like, just bc of the movements that they make (I like the rhythm)

12. My ultimate fantasy is definitely pretty basic but it’s either a little bit of cnc play or a MMF threesome

18. It honestly depends on the person for me, I’m pretty dynamic when it comes to sensual or rough but if I’m ovulating I’m most likely leaning towards rough

28. Last place I had sex was in the back of a car

29. Sex is overrated (obviously with the loml in our big bed and comfortably sized house with our pets and kids sleeping soundly)

32. Biggest kink is a man with nice strong arms and hardworking CLEAN hands

36. I have yet to explore such kinks like orgasm denial or forced orgasm, probably bc every time I fuck someone they just cum

41. I don’t think I have any strange or extreme kinks except for cnc

44. I masturbate to pov amateur videos bc I can’t fantasise about my crush

45. Sometimes every night, sometimes I can go a week or so, just depends on my mood

48. Alone, I can go rounds but with someone else they’re usually finished after the first (starting to realise I choose shitty sexual partners)

55. My breast size are DD

56. I don’t wear a bra anytime I’m home and sometimes occasionally when I go out but my top has got to be tight

65. If I’m super tired I will knockout straight after but sleep is so much better after a good flick of the bean

67. I honestly don’t mind hairs, as long as you keep yourself clean that’s all I care about

68. I could probably have a few if I didn’t have responsibilities for a day

70. I don’t wear anything to bed

71. I don’t think I have any fun sex stories, probably some embarrassing ones I’ve tried to forget but none that I can think of

74. Weirdest porn I’ve ever seen probably a snippet of a horse and a woman, I didn’t watch it but I couldn’t avoid the snippet either. It was definitely traumatising

75. In public I’m quite innocent just minding my own business but if I were to walk around with the loml I’d definitely fondle him here and there just bc he’s so hot and handsome to look at

76. I’ve used a hair brush and an electric toothbrush but gone are those days bc ya girl actually has sex toys

77. Luckily I have never walked in or been walked in on while doing anything sexual bc I am careful and too anxiety ridden to allow that to happen

[petitelepus]

Knockout cub tries everything to get her dad's memory back to the point of putting herself in danger with the rogue lion again

This was a mistake. You thought you could help your sire to remember who your carrier Knock Out was who you were, but you didn't expect to put yourself in danger's way.

"So you're the new heir of the Decepticons." The huge golden lion said as he looked you up and down. It appeared that he couldn't even remember that it was you who stopped him from killing Megatron.

This was really a mistake. You growled and hissed at him in a sad attempt to scare the huge lion away.

"Leave...!" You hissed when suddenly a blue lion, your sire jumped between you and the golden lion. The enemy looked at your sire up and down, "And who are you?"

"This cub's guardian...!" Breakdown hissed, "And if you know what is good for you, you leave now...!"

The huge lion stared at the two of you until they sighed and nodded, "I will, but only because there is no honor in killing a cub or a wounded warrior."

And just like that, they left. You were beaming with joy. Breakdown came to save you! Your sire was there for you!

You were going to hug him when he turned to glare at you.

"Little one, you should watch yourself!" Breakdown snapped, "That lion could have killed you if it wasn't for their honor or me stepping between you two!"

"B- but I just..." You stuttered as tears rose to your eyes and he snapped, "What!?"

"I- I just wanted my sire to remember who I am!" You sobbed, finally crying out loud. "Carrier is always talking about you and now that I have you back, you don't even know who we are!"

Breakdown kept glaring at you until he found himself unable to. Slowly, he pulled you against himself in a hug.

"I'm sorry..." He started, "I may not remember you... But that doesn't mean I don't care about you."

"But... How can you care about me and carrier if you don't know who we are?"

"I- We can learn." He started with a soft smile, "I swear, I won't let anything happen to you."

You sniffled, "Okay... Must carrier know about this?"

"I'm afraid he must." Breakdown nodded and you sulked, but he smiled, "Or, we could go and hunt some gazelle for dinner?"

You smiled, "I would love that."

[bird-bureau]

We are three for three on the perfume samples being knockout hits. Rose Atlantic is absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could smell like the opening all the time -- it's cool and marine like a strong wind off the coast, airy and salty and fresh. The rose plays so nicely with the freshness of it, too. I am such a sucker for a good salt note in a perfume and I know that's influencing my opinion of this but I simply do not care. I adore this