#n. m. ⋯ answered

[ablobwhowrites]

More memes cause of transformers one

Every version of yandere transformers

When Vehicon m/n sneaks out and returns a little late... He made some scarfs for the team as a gift

Yandere transformers trying to kidnapped him in their vehicle alt modes.... M/n can't go to school or anywhere.

Can conform that SG vehicon m/n is like this.

also fun fact If m/n was in the base when the scraplets here hungry then m/n would certainly be dead but after that ratchet would do a checkup on m/n ever week cause he doesn't trust that m/n is alright (he never is)

also you guys know that scene in Steven universe when Steven was a baby and how pearl tried to take out the gem thinking rose was trapped? Yeah vehicon m/n had that moment once thinking it'll free him and make him human again but the bumblebee stopped m/n from doing it (and when the rest of the autobots found out, ratchet and arcee basically scolded him for even thinking of doing that) but m/n sometimes wonders if it'll actually work. Anyways back to the silly

I love to think vehicon m/n is a flight mode vehicon cause when m/n discovers that hes like. "I CAN FLY!" but then ratchet tells him he doesn't have a t-cog and m/n is like "oh...well that's sucks" also works for the regular m/n vehicon who has vehicle mode.

Miko: "man yo-"

Vehicon m/n: "Miko, I swear if it's another FNAF joke"

Vehicon: "we got this room full of cybertronians and then we got m/n, we rocking with m/n cause he's rocking with us."

also the other vehcion's just do shenanigans with vehcion m/n when he's on the ship but also starscream rants to m/n as like energon in servo and shit talking Megatron in secret to m/n as m/n doesn't really care and is spacing out.

vehcion m/n seeing soundwave or predaking in the sky

Vehicon m/n after finding out he would have to live on cybertron

[roosterbruiser]

I am thinking about Jake being uncomfy w touch from most people (and therefore being a little unknowingly touch starved) but doing small things to get your touch: leaning his head towards you so you play with his hair, gently touching your leg to get your attention, wrapping your ankles together under the table.

And the reader maybe not 100% picking up on it at first until he comes out and says it? Okay ily thanks for listening 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you've noticed it here and there--nothing outwardly in-your-face that screams help me! I'm touch-starved! no, it's much smaller than that. so much smaller that you don't realize it on your own at all.

like when you're at the grocery store and Jake comes up behind you, peppering your throat with kisses in the produce aisle as the sprinklers lightly wet the goosed skin of your forearms. like when he stands with his chest pressed against your back, arms caging you in, as he holds onto the cart and pushes as you do.

"looked heavy," he always insists softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

or when you're watching a movie at home, your feet resting on the coffee table beside his. he's always tucked up right beside you, his arm on the back of the touch behind your head. sometimes, during a more boring part, he'll gently drag his fingers through your hair and watch your face for a few moments. and when you catch him, he always squeezes your thigh, smiles coyly, and shrugs his way through a half-hearted apology.

"you're much more interesting than Bridget Jones," he'll say.

when you go to The Hard Deck with him, he's always hands-on. palm resting on your knee as you sit at the bar, chin on your shoulder while he waits for his turn in pool, body molded around yours as he teaches you how to shoot darts, lips against your cheek and fingers wrapped around your wrist when you excuse yourself to head to the restroom.

"don't be too long," he always teases, laughing when you roll your eyes.

right now, under the blue sky and before the dying fire pit in Maverick's backyard, you're beside Javy. the two of you are watching Jake and Rooster try and help Amelia do her first ever cartwheel in the grass, paper plates balanced on your knees.

"you're special," Javy says with a broad grin, waggling his eyebrows at you as you watch your boyfriend spot Amelia. "he's so whipped."

"oh, is that what you've decided?" you ask with a small smile, glancing at him.

"no, really," Javy insists. "that man's all over you."

you shift to look at Javy with a perched brow.

"yeah, that's the thing about being in love," you tease. "anyway, isn't he all over everyone?"

when Javy barks out a laugh, you bite your lip.

"sweetheart, he's not all over anyone any time--at all." when you look at him with an expression of disbelief covering your features, he nods to Jake. "we've been friends since the academy. I think he's hugged me...once? and when he saved Rooster's life? they shook hands. shook hands!"

with a peculiar sour taste on your tongue, you glance back at your boyfriend. and then it's suddenly clear as day--he doesn't really touch anyone but you. even now, as he's helping Amelia on the grass, his hands are merely hovering her shoulders. he's standing several paces away from Rooster.

"racking your brain?" Javy asks, arms crossed. "don't waste your time. I'm right!"

sticking your tongue out at Javy, you set your plat on the grass and stand up, starting for your boyfriend.

he notices you immediately--like he always does when you head in his direction. he's grinning immediately, one that eats all his features until he's just dimples and lips and teeth, hands resting on his hips.

Rooster, who's watching slyly, starts to casually hum the bridal march. Jake doesn't stop him.

"hey," you say softly as you approach. "get her into the Olympics yet?"

"almost," Jake sighs, immediately wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you against him. "she's just gotta believe in herself!"

Amelia, with her face red and her disposition less than sunny, huffs at Jake.

"I'm trying!"

Jake laughs, kissing the top of your head, resting his hands on your hips as he connects your bodies. you melt into him--just like he likes.

it feel so very natural to be up against him, being held tight under the dying sky. no wonder you hadn't exactly noticed that he isn't like this with everyone else--when he holds you, it just feels like something that's in his nature.

when you glance back over at Javy, he has his arms crossed over his chest. he's grinning from ear to ear, rapidly doing a whip motion in the air.

[bunnyrafe]

[espinosaurusrexex]

Can I ask about Bucky x reader? Where Bucky is hurt during mission and readers are hesitant to hug him, and he said "I'm hurting doll, please don't make me beg"

Bucky gets hurt on a mission

a/n: here's a small piece of imagination for this beautiful request 💗

word count: exactly 600

warnings: mentions of injuries, hurt/comfort, just super fluffy, Bucky being a needy cuddle bear

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

“Bucky!” You gasped with your hand on your chest. “What happened?” 

Your fingers reached out to touch him but retracted just before they connected to his scratched-up cheek. You didn’t want to hurt him more by touching his wounds, though your fingers itched to feel him benath them. 

“Oh, god. Are you hurting?” Tears threatened to spill on your cheeks when you watched his jaw clench. 

“I could be better,” the banged-up super soldier pressed past his teeth, biting his tongue when he moved his arm a little too fast for the injury he had yet to reveal to you. 

“What can I do- I don’t- I-“ you paced around him, attempting to reach for supplies, then halting mid-motion and doing it all over again.

Bucky just watched as your hands inched toward him just to pull back before actually stroking over his head or shoulder. He sighed with a heavy heart, just wanting to pull you into a tight hug, but he knew his body wouldn’t allow him to. 

“Water, can I get you water? When is the nurse gonna be here? Why is this all taking so long?!” Your eyes flew over his body again, taking in every scratch and bruise, every staggered motion - even though Bucky moved as little as possible. God, you’d never seen him like this and it scared you. 

His round and glassy puppy eyes stared up at you, following your every move and gifting a longing stare to your hands whenever they reached past him. 

You wanted to grab him and hide him under a big blanket, smother him with kisses until he was writhing for air, and then keep him in your arms until every bruise had faded back into the pale shade of his skin. But he was too hurt.

Bucky saw that there was something else bothering you. He could tell by the way your eyes twitched all over the room, your teeth digging into your lips as if unsure what you were allowed to do and what not. When your hands reached towards him again just to retract for what felt like the hundredth time, his shoulder jerked and he whimpered. Whimpered.

“Oh no, what did I do? Where does it hurt?” He watched as you fell to your knees before him, still hesitant to touch his legs as you stared up at him with worry and hurt. 

He released a careful breath as he moved his good arm and touched your cheek - just below your shiny eyes. 

“I’m already hurting, doll, please don’t make me beg,” he smiled, cautious not to deepen the cut in his lip that was already burning with the small movement. 

“I’m scared it’ll make it worse,” you confessed with a whisper that pulled a short-lived chuckle from Bucky’s chest. He stopped himself immediately, though, feeling his bruised ribs protest with anger. 

“You could never... everything’s better with you.” 

His heart beat in his chest when you mindfully laid your hands on his knees, pushing yourself off the floor to step between them. The tingle your touch sent through his body worked well to cover the stinging on his skin. And when you pressed your hands into his back and head to draw him into your body, Bucky felt all the tension leave him. 

You felt his smile press into your chest, eyes closed and releasing a long breath, Bucky nuzzled his head into your touch and you smiled contently. 

“That’s better,” he whispered into your shirt, feeling your warmth consume him all over. There was nothing quite like your touch to make him heal.

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[b1mbodoll]

gulp…

[cloudysfluffs]

tickling your human host is SO unfair

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[ofthewhitewind]

this was suppose to be the wol's hot girl summer arc what do you MEAN “the eliminator”

[satorisoup]

EEEK good morning friends & happy sunday !! (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ) i hope all of yous have the bestest of days today n’ i’m sending out soso many smoochies !! MWUUUAH !! ꫂ ၴႅၴ

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

(I haven't watched Nightmare Before Christmas in years so bear with me! Also this comes with like two different topics! Did I mention this is about the new Asides video? well I did now!)

OK

So

obviously I have an obsession with Logan!

But I noticed something!

Logan kinda looked like the mad scientist from Nightmare before Christmas! (this is from memory)

So my point is if this was an AU (actively making it) Then Logan would be Virgil's dad ✨️

NOW!

Janus our favorite gay snake

Is obviously the theater mask (🎭 this is the emoji that came up after I typed so I believe that's what it's called) So to me, Janus is a theater kid no questions

Also i remember one time long ago I did a little thing with my own characters and where you could ask questions (I just need more drama in my life) should I bring that back???

~👾 [my brain is filled with art and writing ideas...I think Roman and Remus are trying to take over my brain]

You are absolutely correct Lo is supposed to be Dr. Finkelstein so huzzah for Papa Lo and Son Vee but although Jan is supposed to be The Mayor I B R E A T H E theater kid Jan so fuck Y E S to that (Also you absolutely should bring it back if you'd like)

[lalizah]

Hi ^^ 20 and 30 for Nate and Liz, and 2 and 13 for Mason and Liz, please? 💕

Hi lovely! Always nice to see you!

For Mason and Liz:

2) Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

Liz didn't really like Mason in the beginning. Like AT ALL lol. But he's so unlike everyone else she's met, especially since her best reference of relationships came from Rebecca and then Bobby. She's come to know (and fallen in love with) the fact that Mason's all about actions over words. He's never given her excuses. He's upfront and honest and there. She appreciates that he doesn't put on a front and he is who he is, and that he's a reliable constant in her life, someone she knows will be by her side and will come running before she even thinks of calling. It's funny that that is when she started thinking all the horny thoughts lmfao

Mason went from absolutely not trusting her to only trusting her lol. He appreciates how understanding she is, especially when it comes to him and to their relationship. He tries to express himself and fails miserably but luckily, Liz understands his silence and what he needs.

13) What is their go-to for making a partner feel loved?

Liz loves to bombard (and I mean BOMBARD) people she loves with affection and Mason is no different lol. Lots of touching, kissing, hugging, words of affirmation, etc. She doesn't hold back in expressing how much he means to her and while Mason may grunt and moan about it, he secretly enjoys it haha.

Mason pays extra attention to stuff she loves, even if he doesn't get it. He'll listen to her talk and talk about stars and the universe and try to engage, be curious. He's also one for physical affection, and constantly touches her, holds her and keeps her close.

For Nate and Liz!

20) When would they say “I love you?” Do they say it first? Do they say it often, or is it reserved for special moments?

Liz didn't hold back from telling Nate she loves him. She said it first, when they were researching the Annunaki. She tells Nate often, and doesn't wait for an occasion.

Nate told her at the end, (so really following the book's timeline) and tells her often as well, reserving the I love yous in different languages for more intense, special moments.

30) What completely petty topic (music taste, favorite food) do they find themselves completely at odds with their partner about?

Ahaha, Liz has the Pakistani virus of putting ketchup on everything, and her pasta is not safe from her precious tomato elixer, much to Nate's horror and disgust. Liz tries to secretly sneak ketchup into the warehouse and all's well until Nate's horrified gasp is heard from the living room when he hears the bottle's squirttt! She has to bribe Felix for the safe storage of her condiments 😁

[sapphic-supernova6]

I love to send your posts to my sub 🤭 he’s a cis man but we’re super into the sissy stuff so thank you for your service 🫡

can you fucking read the MEN D N I in big BOLD letters jesus on a fucking jammie dodger NO

[roosterbruiser]

hi! could i request something where jake secretly has an older daughter that he had with his high school sweetheart during their senior year and the squad finds out? i just love the idea of jake and his high school girlfriend being married and just as in love now as they were back then

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

Things hadn't always been easy with Jake--God, no.

Well, really, things had been downright blissful in the beginning. What were teenagers going to fight about anyway? You two just clicked--you knew you were right for each other.

Then you got pregnant. And for a while, actually, things had been really hard.

Between the fateful night of your graduation when your pregnancy test came back positive and the next eight months of your pregnancy, the two of you fought more than you ever had before. It wasn't just because he was trying to do the responsible thing by asking you to marry him--which, let's be honest; he had planned on doing that long before the positive pregnancy test--and the stress of planning the shotgun wedding you were trying really hard not to call a shotgun wedding. It was the hormones and the academy and the moving cross-country in the middle of a difficult pregnancy and all the growing up the two of you had to do so hastily.

The two of you had bickered here and there--which was bound to happen when you are devoted to someone from the seventh grade forward--but had never fought as passionately as you were while you were pregnant. It was senseless arguments, ones sprinkled in between trainings and morning sickness and job searches and taping boxes.

It wasn't even that the two of you didn't love each other. That's what the most frustrating part of it all was, really; the two of you were stupidly in love. Like the kind of love people really only see on screens, which you would never say out loud (even though you know it's true), and wish for but usually never get.

Everything changed the day Charlotte was born. You went into labor in the middle of an impassioned argument--one that was going precisely nowhere, not that either of you would admit it--and made it to the hospital to settle in comfortably for a very uncomfortable seventeen hours of labor.

Young as you both were, scared (terrified, really) as you both were, exhausted as you both were--everything else in the world melted away when you held that little pink, squirming baby against your chest.

Jake had been a wreck, suddenly realizing how absolutely out of his element he was as a measly 19-year-old with a wife and baby on the way, but had not left your side for even a moment. And when Charlotte, that sweet and loud little thing, finally settled with her chubby cheek against the red skin of your chest--something changed in his body. Already he knew that he loved you--God, he loved you so much. But seeing you there on the hospital bed with your hair plastered to your sweaty head and your cheeks flushed and your eyes swollen from crying, that love suddenly expanded and overwhelmed him. He felt like he was going to positively drown in all that love.

As if you sensed it, you looked up at him with an exhausted sort of awe-struck look. Your eyebrows were raised, your dry lips parted, your cheeks flushed, your eyelashes clumped with tears.

"She's got your big mouth," you had said to him, laughing breathily, cradling her against you.

You were shaking--not just from the sheer effort of pushing that baby into this world, but from the overwhelming amount of love coursing through your veins for that little stranger in your arms.

It had made all the nurses and doctors laugh as they still hustled and bustled around your open legs, but neither you or Jake even noticed them. You were looking up at your husband--who was suddenly not that flirty boy with the sweeping blonde hair that let you put your books in his locker, but a man with tears of pride streaming down his face as he looked down at his newly-expanded family for the first time.

He thought he was going to explode--but instead he just sobbed out a laugh. Then he leaned forward and pressed your damp hair out of your face, bringing his salty lips down on your forehead again and again. His quivering hand pressed against Charlotte's back and God, he loved her so much already. He hadn't even really seen her face for the first time, but he knew she was fucking perfect. He could feel it just under the pads of his fingers, could feel your laughter and your tears beneath his trembling lips.

"No more fightin', angel. I promise. I'm sorry," he whispered against your skin, resting his nose against your temple, sniffing hard. "Don't ever wanna fight with you ever again, okay? Love you too damn much to be arguin' all the time."

"I love you so much," you whispered to him, lips trembling as they pressed against his wet ones, bones aching with tired. "I don't ever wanna fight with you again."

But as he cupped your cheek and nuzzled his nose against yours, peppering kisses all along your tears and flushed skin, you knew that he meant it. No more arguing. You knew something was bound to change, knew it would probably change once Charlotte was born, but you hadn't expected it to be so immediate. But you were radiating love now--so happy you felt like your heart was gonna fall out of your chest.

And the two of you, as devoted to each other and your daughter as you are, kept the promise with a fierceness. No more fighting--you meant it and so did he.

Now that you're used to deployments and special detachments and moving and all the rare beauty that is attached to life as a Naval aviator's wife, everything runs smoothly.

He loves that you still send him a picture of Charlotte every single day while he's not home--something you'd done since his very first deployment when she was a few months old. You never missed a day--like ever, which he still didn't understand the logistics of--and always wrote a paragraph about yours and Charlotte's day.

When she was little, it had been something like:

Today Charlotte and I went to the park. It was that cute little one by our house, the one with all the dogs and food trucks. She's getting really good at holding her head up on her own! And she's not so fussy anymore about tummy time, which is a relief. I got to read a little bit of my book while she napped on the picnic blanket. She wore that sunhat your mama got her (as seen in the attached photo) and laughed at a dog that came to investigate her. She's a big fan of animals--might be something to consider, huh? Right now, she is talking my ear off about you, telling me all about those bedtime stories you read and how your voices are so much better than mine. I get it--I'm obsessed with you, too. We miss you. Gonna go pray at the shrine we made for you, I guess. Get home safe, okay? We love you.

But right now, as Jake sits in The Hard Deck only a few days after the successful Uranium Mission, he's smiling as he scrolls through the emails you'd sent him that he's only just now able to read.

He's nursing a beer, shoulders slumped and lips pulled faintly upwards as he basks in the warm evening sun filtering in through the window. It's noisy as ever all around him--Rooster pounding away on the piano with Maverick right there next to him, Coyote and Fanboy shooting the shit as they play a truly pathetic game of pool, someone being thrown overboard--but everything's white noise when he reads your emails.

Your emails are a little bit different now--especially now that Charlotte is twelve. She's less apt to let you take pictures of her now, going through the make-a-face-at-the-camera phase or just running away at the first sign of your lens facing her. You managed to snap a good one the other day, one where her green eyes are glimmering in the sun as she sips on a lemonade. Jake looks closely at the picture and decides that the two of you are at that little bistro by your house that you like to walk to.

Your daughter's glossy hair is longer than it was when he left and God, if she isn't growing more and more beautiful everyday. She looks just like you. She's got your exuberance and even though he would never say it to you or Charlotte, she's even got the little crinkle between her brows that seems to just pulse when she's frustrated.

He rereads your paragraph again.

Well, good morning to you, Lieutenant Husband. I woke up this morning to your daughter's dog peeing on the rug outside the bathroom. And your daughter thought that was the funniest thing in the world until I made her clean it up! I'm a mean mom, I guess. But I made up for it because we walked down to Frankie's and I let her get the bottomless lemonade. Currently writing this during her fourth bathroom trip. Think we're gonna catch a movie in a little bit and then maybe get some ice cream after. We miss you, baby. Can't wait to hear your voice again. And even though she won't say it, I know Charlotte can't wait to take you up on that beach day you promised her. Be good, stay safe, stay alive, okay? We love you more than anything in the world and you're definitely gonna have to re-potty train Sandy when you come home!

He missed you two more than anything in the world. But what he missed the most was just the domesticity the two of you had blissfully settled into. What he wouldn't give to wake up to Sandy peeing on the rug outside the bathroom, to back you up when Charlotte groaned about having to clean it up, to walk down to Frankie's with the two of you and tease Charlotte for using the bathroom so many times, to go see whatever stupid Kristen Stewart movie is playing, to eat a cone of mint chip ice cream and take the long way home. He ached for it, really--even if he knew there was only a few more days until he'd be back in it.

He could hardly wait.

"Who's the teeny-bopper?"

Jake nearly jumps out of his skin, jerking back against the wooden booth and snapping up to look up at the squadron that has suddenly gathered all around him. It's Payback that's asked, his eyebrow perched as he leans in to get a closer look at Charlotte.

"God, she looks just like you," Phoenix adds, narrowing her eyes on what is essentially Hangman's mouth and nose on a much smaller face. "Younger sister?"

Everyone's staring at Jake now.

It isn't even that he's been hiding the two of you--he loves showing you off. But it's just that it hasn't come up and quite frankly, they've been a little busy the past few weeks.

Bob's always been good at reading people--so when he studies the photograph and then studies the redness in Hangman's cheeks and the way he wets his tongue nervously, Bob knows. Bob knows before anyone else--besides Maverick and Coyote, that is.

"How's my niece?" Coyote asks, clapping Jake on the shoulder with a sly grin.

Jake sighs, shaking his head softly at Javy before submitting to it all--thrusting his phone forward to let the squadron read your email and look at the picture of Charlotte.

"Niece? No way," Fanboy exclaims, brows furrowed. "No way."

But now Rooster is holding the phone, his mouth agape, zooming in on Charlotte's face and it is suddenly undeniable to everyone there--that is absolutely the spawn of Jake Seresin. Right down to the dimples and the green eyes, that is his daughter.

"Charlotte," Jake says softly, trying to choke down all that pride that is inching its way up his throat. "She's twelve. And she's the best person that's ever lived, obviously."

Phoenix would've snorted if she hadn't been so totally awe-struck.

"You taking all the credit for that?" Rooster quips, shooting a playful smirk Jake's way.

But Jake just holds his hands up in surrender, sighing as he shakes his head.

"I'll give that to the wife," he says fondly. "She's also the best person that's ever lived. Better than all of you combined."

Coyote takes a sip of his own beer before nodding.

"Oh, absolutely," he agrees at once. "That woman's a saint for putting up with you and raising that Hellion."

Javy's joking of course--he'd actually never seen a more communicative, loving relationship than yours and Jake's. And he'd never met such a well-rounded girl as Charlotte. She had a good head on her shoulders, put there by her parents. Javy was even sure that Charlotte knew more than he did already and she hadn't even finished middle school.

"A wife, too?" Bob asks softly, smiling as he reads your email.

"And a dog," Fanboy adds softly, scanning over your paragraph.

Jake hums, nodding, trying not to look too pathetically in love with you. Even though he is, in fact, pathetically in love with you.

"Going on thirteen years," Jake says. "Thirteen happy years."

And everyone knows that he means it, especially when he just glances back at his phone in Rooster's hands and smiles softly to himself. He is thoroughly in love with you and with your daughter--Hell, he just loves your shared life. He's itching to go home, even if a poorly house-trained dog is waiting for him.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Phoenix says, bumping him with her eyebrows furrowed.

"And when can we meet them?" Payback adds.

Jake is grinning now--just the prospect of his Navy family meeting his real family makes affection swarm his heart. He shrugs.

"Maybe we could figure something out before everyone has to go. I'm sure we can get Charlotte out of school for a couple of days. Family's a good enough reason for me--bet it will be for the wife, too."

He's gushing with pride--he's not even trying to, but he really is. Coyote is used to the way Jake practically glows when he talks about you and Charlotte. Hell, he even gets it. You're beautiful and funny and kind and whip-smart. You hold it down and make it look easy. And Charlotte is a perfect balance of the two of you, striking every single genetic sweet-spot.

"I'm shocked," Rooster says. "You're so...gooey right now."

"Yeah, Bagman," Phoenix says with a smile. "Going all soft on us."

Hangman wants to roll his eyes again. Really, he does. But he just can't. So he takes another sip of his beer, thinks about the way you would be cuddled into him right now and quipping back at Rooster as the two of you watch Charlotte sweetly order her third lemonade from Penny, and shrugs with a grin tugging on his lips.

"I guess I am," he smiles.

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[bunnyrafe]

girls when they are so sleepy ‘n cute ‘n dreamy…

[that-sunny-pup]

Hey Solar, spell "Me"

"...? M-E, why?"

[didderd]

Hi Alex! I was wondering what the boys would do if they were trying to go out with someone who's super oblivious (or maybe just thinks that there's no possible way that someone actually has feelings for them) and they just weren't getting the hint?

*pushes up my nonexistent glasses* heheh *starts clacking away at keyboard*

(gonna kinda mimic @/wishing-stones formatting style wif these sorta asks n harness their good writing energy)

(these got... super long, so under th read more 't goes. (fkn. Tou's and Snaps' take up my whole screen each. i have no self control lmao.) also jus a heads up. Snaps' mentions ~sexual relations~ lol)

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Tic is subtle and has a hard time being straightforward. He'd built up the courage to tell them several times, over several months. Each time, pushing himself to get less subtle about it.

The first few were mixed into bad jokes. "knock knock" "who's there" "a sphinx" "a sphinx who" "a sphinx I like you". Every time, they laughed and blushed, but then assumed it was just a joke.

The last couple of times weren't even mixed into jokes, yet they still assumed he was just messing around.

This time he goes all out. He brings them somewhere beautiful, maybe under a starry sky, and after watching the stars for a bit, he grabs their hands and tells them he loves them. And when they still don't believe him, he brings them close. Inches from a kiss, and tells them he's 100% serious. He shuts them up by closing the gap before they can deny it again.

Tac has been very obviously flirting with this person for about a month, but he guesses he flirts with a lot of ppl, so it's not too farfetched to think he's just like that, so he steps up his game.

He gets more romantic with it. He gets them flowers and asks them out. (He'd asked them out a few times before, but they thought he was just being his usual flirty self. Which wasn't entirely wrong, but doesn't mean he wasn't serious.)

When they think he's just messing around again, he pulls them in with a hand on the small of their back. He assures them that he's 100% serious, and brings them into a deep kiss.

Tou is already very physically affectionate with his friends. Anything they'll allow. Holding hands, kissing their forehead/cheek, friendship cuddles. But with his best friend/crush, he always lingers longer than with the others.

He's absolutely ecstatic that they like the physical affection, but he wants more. He kisses their cheek often, and wishes he were kissing just an inch or two over, but they just don't see what his constant physical affection and lingering touches mean, so he gets more verbally affectionate.

Tbh, his verbal affection was already strong too, so this doesn't do a lot either, but he'd thought if he's now constantly calling them cute, beautiful/handsome, stunning, etc, they'd get the hint.

One day he leans into them, grabs their hand, and calls them the most attractive person he's ever met. He thinks surely they'll have to get the hint now, but they still think he's just being nice.

He gets a little frustrated and picks them up, tossing them over his shoulder, and ports into his room. (He rarely ports outside of battle training.) He sits them on his bed and sits next to them, grabbing their hand and leaning in a lot closer this time.

He kisses their hand, not breaking eye contact for a moment. He tells them he loves them, and that he's not just being friendly, and once they finally get it, he brings them into his lap for cuddles.

Snaps honestly takes a very long time himself to realize he actually wants to be with this person rather than just fuck them. Anyone else would have realized he has feelings for them far before he did.

They've been friends with benefits for months before he realizes it (with some help from his boss).

Once he's done having a crisis about having emotions he was sure didn't exist in him, he goes straight to their apartment and tests the waters.

He makes them a nice breakfast before they get up (tics not bothering him this time, as he's too focused on making it good for them). He holds their hand while they watch TV instead of holding their thigh/waist. He kisses their hand before they leave for work, and sneaks in the pet name "honey" rather than the usual "bunny" as he sees them out.

All of this, they only seemed mildly suspicious of, or flushed at and waved it off, so he gathers that he has to go further with it.

When they get back, he greets them with flowers at the door, dressed well, in a nice button-up and some dress pants. (Tho, he's still wearing his fingerless gloves.)

He leads them to the table, where he'd set up a candle lit dinner. (Food delivered from one of their favorite places, bc he wasn't confident he wouldn't mess up a fancy dinner.)

When they assume he's just buttering them up to ask if they can do something new in bed, he chuckles and assures them this isn't about sex anymore (tho he wouldn't mind that after dinner). His eye light appears, and he leans in, grabbing their hands, and he tells them he wants to be more with them, that he thinks he loves them.

[dnangelic]

You got Adam brothering them, now you get Scott fathering them.

@aston1sh1ng

DAISUKE WAKE UP IT'S OUR WORST NIGHTMARE

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