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olivia200312 · 4 years ago

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Onesie Party~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader

Plot: Y/N couldn't help but find it adorable and adore Y/N in her onesie pajamas.

Lol, I love onesies. I have like 4 or 5 pairs XD.

Note: the art goes to the owner!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Faceplate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eyebrow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Backplate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from overheating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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"Alright! I can't wait to start this sleepover!" Miko shouted with an excited and happy smile on her face.

The girl was wearing a rockish onesie pajama-style tonight. Why? Because she and her friends, Y/N, Raf, and Jack decided to have a sleepover at the Autobots base. It was all her idea and Optimus gave the permission. Ratchet, the grumpy doctor medic, went quickly to recharge before he'll hear screaming. Lol. He clearly hates to be disturbed, especially by Miko.

Raf wears a onesie pajama for boys that had a theme of technology. It honestly suits him 100%! Consider it since he's extremely smart about computers. Jack was just wearing a normal one with the theme of motorcycles since Arcee was his guardian.

And let's go to the wonderful Y/N. She wears a cute and very soft grey onesie that has stars.

(Feel free to imagine something else in your head.)

Y/N loves this kind of pajamas. She only wears them when she felt cold. After all, onesie pajamas were kind of like blankets. But she's been wondering about one thing: do Autobots know what onesies are?

"Hey, Y/N! I like your onesie!" Miko exclaimed with a smile.

Y/N smiled and said a quick thank you to the teenage girl. They had their room to have a sleepover thanks to Optimus. Sleeping mattresses were laid on the floor so that the humans can sleep comfortably. Y/N and others brought their sleeping bags so they had at least blankets, even though they're wearing onesies.

"So, what do you guys want to do first?" Miko asked.

The others told their ideas about what to do and eventually, all of them agreed to watch a movie. There's a TV here too. They went through some movies they brought and they decided to watch F/M. During the movie, Optimus suddenly entered the room, causing the kids to look up at him.

"Hey, Prime!"

"Hello. I decided to see how you all are doing," Optimus responded with his usual deep leader voice.

"Well, we're just watching a movie, then we'll go to sleep," Y/N responded with a smile.

Optimus then finally took a look at his secret human crush. Yes, he's crushing on the gorgeous Y/N. Basically ever since day one. He couldn't help but be interested in what kind of pajamas Y/N was wearing. He never saw those things before. He only saw normal ones like long sleeves and short ones. But this was new to him!

"Something wrong, Optimus?" Y/N asked when she noticed him staring at her. She's secretly blushing.

Miko snickered and left the room, dragging Jack and Raf with her, to give Optimus and Y/N privacy. She exactly knows what's going on.

"I couldn't help but notice a new pair of nightclothes, Y/N."

Y/N couldn't but let out a snort and a chuckle. "Oh, really? Well, my dear Prime, what you're seeing is what we call a onesie. It's basically like a blanket for us. What I'm wearing is really soft and comfortable."

Optimus became more interested. But then one question came into his processor. How would it feel to cuddle with it? He decided to test it out. He used his bipedal holoform and was now small, close to Y/N's height. The girl looks shocked.

"I n-never knew you can do this."

Optimus showed only a ghost smile on his faceplate, causing Y/N to look soft. She didn't want to see the widely known ghosty smile, she wanted to see a REAL smile! The girl stood up while the movie was still playing and watched how Optimus walked towards her. He honestly looks like a knight in shining armor. This caused Y/N's heart to beat fast and especially blush. She badly wanted to kiss him hard.

In the background, the kids were watching and the movie was a romance c&aroon, where the main characters finally kiss each other. When Optimus finally stopped in front of her, they stared at each other deeply into the eyes. Y/N felt into the blue ones where it's like you stare at the ocean. Optimus felt lost in Y/N's beautiful E/C eyes that remind him of (choice).

Both of them slowly leaned in until they finally kissed! Optimus laid his servos on her hips while Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck cables. The kids immediately left since it's like they're watching a mature movie. When the deep kiss ended, they stared at each other lovely and they both laid carefully on the mattress. Optimus pulled Y/N close and he, the might leader, started to suddenly snuggle. He couldn't help but purr by how soft and comfy it feels, feeling the contact with the soft onesie pajama.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle and wrapped her arms around her new boyfriend since his helm laid on her chest. "You wanted to snuggle and feel the onesie, do you?"

Optimus purred. "I also want to be in your arms, my dear."

What a cute sleepover ;)

#optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #x human reader #x reader #reader #romance #fluff #one shot #cute #onesie #transformers prime #transformers #tf #tfp

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angy-mouse · 3 years ago

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Rating Your Shameful Simps

DISCLAIMER: this is of course all /lh and my attempts to be funny. I have too many skeletons in my search history to really judge but that won't stop me from initiating some clown on clown violence with yall.

Let's get into it

Asra from the Arcana game

...really? That's the most shameful character you'd read smut for? A man with a pet snake? Haven't played the game yet but he's pretty cute I'm a big fan of the white hair on poc character design I think it's cool 8/10

ok not necessarily shameful but matt murdock 😳😳

Again, really? ik damn well y'all are freakier than that bc you're here aintcha. 10/10 tho I approve

peepaw afton

All that comes up in google images is Springtrap. You don't wanna admit you're a robot fucker, huh? 0/10

william afton😞

All that comes up in google images is that 8-bit grape fucker and a scrawny brunet in a Springtrap onesie... is this young peepaw? He's not hideous, I'd say a 4/10, 7/10 if I were straight

freddy fazbear (all of them) 🏃‍♂️

Fair enough, not my type but I can't judge much. I tried to get into Foxy in middle school and now I'm super into Monty and Sun/Moon so yk. 7/10 if youre into dilfy types

Todd from Eddsworld

Google says you mean Tord, who I'm told is a robot-building communist. I can't say shit bc I read some Tom fics back when i was super into Eyeless Jack, never learned anything about Eddsworld tho. 4/10 bc i dont really like the art style, probably 6/10 if he was real

Jeff the killer

You mean the middle schooler with no eyelids? Get some help and focus on your geometry homework, creepypasta simping is for middle schoolers questioning either their gender or sexuality and haven't gotten a diagnosis for their mental issues yet and I stand by that bc I'm a shining example, 1/10

epistemological anarchism itself

I googled it and still don't know, fair enough, 7/10

the dad from httyd or that one bald butler from cruella

Stoik is fair, if you're into dilfs thats very understandable and vikings are hot, 7/10, I googled 'cruella bald butler' and mans looks like a clean shaven babish who moonlights as Agent 47 4/10

Ron Weasley

Everyone knows the twins are the hottest Weasleys 2/10

Venom

ah, the vanilla's shame. 10/10 character, I'll be here when you

optimus prime and i’m not proud of it

you shouldn't be, everyone knows if you're gonna fuck a transformer you go for Soundwave or Knockout and if you fuck an autobot you go for Bumblebee. Shameful. 2/10

Uhhh, probably Soundwave from transforms (specifically from transformers prime)

correct. 10/10 (side note i loved transformers prime it was one of the first shows i watched when i got out of my 'im only allowed to like girly things' phase and theres so many hot robots but also i lowkey had a crush on both jack and miko if im remembering names right)

I've read smut for the ninja turtles, SPECIFICALLY the 2007 movie ones, and the 2014/2016 movie ones

Incredibly valid, I was like 13-15 when the 2012 cartoon came out and in love with Raphael, then the 2014 movie came out and they were 9ft+ and so strong and they all had their little personalized accessories like mikey had a seashell necklace and they were all in like kilts/loincloths and I decided I'd be okay with any or all of them we're gonna assume (read: pray) that theyre 18-19 100/10

Bahorel, from Les Miserables (not the musical. the book. he's not mentioned in the musical. i read 2000 pages of french puns and descriptions of the paris sewer system just to read smut about an arguably minor character. ask me about the battle of waterloo i dare you. please kill me. )

Dear God. 2/10 for the character, 10/10 for the dedication.

ya ever heard of A Monster In Paris? Singing dancing giant flea named Francoeur. yeeeeea

I cannot judge, I never watched the movie but I watched that clip where she's singing while he plays his little instrument 100 times when i was like 15-16. I'm gonna judge anyway 8/10 there are hotter monsters but he is a musician so

Finally, the big whammy

munkustrap from cats (be gentle on me)

Wow. Wow. Everyone take a second, open a new tap, google it. First of all: absolutely not. There is not enough personality in the world to get my to fuck this creature. Secondly: you can't even come back with 'oh i meant this character typo aha' because there is nothing you can replace 'munkustrap' with to make this okay, because it'll still be from cats. Shame on you, shame on your cow, shame on your whole family. -9000/10

#that concludes the roast #i mean rate #angymouse #minors dni #mousesqueaks

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dameronology · 4 years ago

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love in a time of p.t.a. meetings {marcus moreno} - 5/5

v summary: you hadn’t expected to find anything at a stupid p.t.a. meeting - but somehow, you found everything {series masterlist}

warnings: swearing, one very mild innuendo

there’s a long message at the end but...this is the last official part and i’m very sad about it. with that said, i hope you enjoy❤️

- j

Being a parent was tiring.

So much so that you hadn’t even made it to bed last night.

In fact, none of you had. The entire household was slumped together on the sofa; Marcus was in the middle, with one arm wrapped around Missy on his left side and the other stretched across you and Jack on his right. You’d completely flopped into his chest, with your kid passed out on you in a similar manner. The dogs (plural - but more on that later) were both stretched across the four of you on your laps, snoozing quietly. It had been a long week, clearly; between the school year coming to an end and the hot weather, you were all worn out. It had been a rush of finishing up projects at school, evenings in the pool and ordering take out. Marcus had been working late and your cooking skills were...well, calling them skills was an overstatement in itself.

You grumbled slightly as you woke - why the fuck did your neck ache so bad? Right, because you’d fallen asleep tilted sideways. You probably would have stayed passed out for hours more if it hadn’t been for the sunlight streaming through the blinds. The TV ahead of you had stopped now, displaying an are you still watching Friends? message. You’d started watching it at what...six o clock the night before?

Rubbing your bleary eyes, you sat up. Instead of waking up, Jack simply flopped into your lap, clearly not phased by the sudden movement other than letting out a tiny oof! as he fell. The kid had fallen asleep on the log flumes at Coney Island, so really, it wasn’t a surprise. Plus, him waking up would mean having to get up and make breakfast, which you really weren’t ready for just yet.

‘D’you know what day it is today?’ Marcus quietly muttered.

‘One year.’ You peered up at him, a sleepy smile spreading across your face.

‘So where the hell do you think you’re going?’ He pulled you back towards him, broad arm wrapping around your shoulders to trap you against his chest. ‘Happy one year, baby.’

‘Happy one year.’ You leant up to a soft kiss to his lips.

You stayed like that for a minute, head resting against Marcus as you gently ran a hand through Jack’s hair. It was sort of a moment of...reflection. A lot had changed in the last year and yet somehow, it felt like your life had always been like this. The four of you have had gelled together into a slightly chaotic but ever-loving entity and you loved it. With the combined antics of your energetic children, everything was in disarray practically all the time but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. It had been the thing you’d had all along and the very thing that Marcus had been looking for; you had been the one to bring it into his life and he had been the one to teach you to appreciate it.

The two dogs had brought a lot of chaos into your lives as well. After weeks of Missy and Jack insisting that the garden was too big for just Optimus Prime, you’d ended up traipsing to the dog shelter late on a Saturday afternoon. Bumblebee had become a valued member of the Moreno family within a matter of hours.

‘I love you.’ You murmured. You could feel yourself getting sleepy again.

‘I love you more.’

‘No, you don’t.’ You pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

‘At least that’s the only fight we’ve had over the last year.’ He reasoned. ‘What time d’we have to be at cook out?’

‘Twelve.’ You replied. Glancing at the screen of your dying Apple watch, you squinted at the screen. ‘It’s just gone eight.’

Every year, the PTA threw a cook out on the school field to celebrate the end of the semester. In previous years, you’d avoided it like the plague but this year you were actually excited. The last one had been in the very early stages of your relationship, and you and Marcus weren’t publicly showing affection when you’d been. There had been a lot of lingering glances across the field and knowing looks at one another but this time, you were solid. Everyone knew they were together and like hell where they gonna say things about you when you were with Marcus Moreno. Whether it’s because they’d suddenly got a newfound respect for you or because they were scared into silence by his reputation, you didn’t know, but you weren’t going to complain.

‘Do you want breakfast, hermosa?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, I’ll help-’

Having heard the b-word, Jack suddenly shot up. He was six now (too old, in your book) and just as much of a tiny, evil genius as ever. He’d upgraded from a Chewbacca onesie to an Ewok onesie, so that was something too, and you were proud of him.

‘- what’s for breakfast?!’ He demanded. ‘I want waffles.’

‘Then waffles we shall have.’ You stood up, sticking your hand out to him. ‘What about you two?’

‘I want waffles.’ Missy sleepily murmured.

Jack followed you through to the kitchen, swiping his iPad off the side as he did. Despite the fact you’d put it in a nuclear bomb proof case, he’d still managed to crack the screen. There had also been at least five occasions where he’d tried to take it in the pool. And this was the same kid who’d insisted he was responsible enough for his own hamster.

Marcus breezed into the kitchen a few moments later, pressing a kiss to your cheek and ruffling Jack’s hair as he went by. You heard him rustling around behind you for a few minutes whilst you prepared the food; he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed a terribly wrapped gift on the counter in front of you, head coming to rest on your shoulder.

‘Happy anniversary, baby.’ He murmured.

‘Hey.’ You dropped the knife you were holding, turning around to face him. ‘You didn’t have to get me anything.’

‘I know we said we wouldn’t do presents but since you got me a present last night and-’

‘- Marcus!’ You clamped a hand over his mouth. ‘There is a child in the room.’

‘He has his headphones in!’ He protested. ‘Just open it, please?’

‘Of course.’ You smiled.

‘Jack even helped me wrap it.’ He said. ‘And decorate it.’

‘That would explain a lot.’ You replied.

Pulling the paper off it, you felt your heart drop in your chest when you saw what it was.

It was a bright red photo with random doodles in puffy paint; the photo itself was one of you and Jack from when you’d all gone to New York for the weekend a few months previous. You were stood on top of the Rockerfeller Centre, the Empire State in the distance behind you and Jack on your shoulders. You were both grinning despite how windy it was, and his hat had blown off seconds after the photo was taken.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t - ah, dammit.

‘I love it.’ You tried to keep your voice steady, but it wobbled despite your efforts. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’ He flashed you a lopsided grin, pressing another kiss to your forehead. ‘I figured we could hang it up in place of the one he managed to smash last week with the broom stick.’

(He’d recently watched Harry Potter. Don’t ask.)

‘Of course.’ You gave him one last kiss, before heading over to the empty space on the wall. It fit perfectly in the space, right between the photo of Marcus and Missy, and the sign that said 0 days since Jack’s last incident.

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Four hours later, and after consuming enough waffles to feed a small army, the four of you finally reached the school. Both of the kids seemed excited to see their friends, but you were a little nervous. What if people asked questions about you and Marcus? About your divorce? Or Jack’s behaviour, or whether or not-

‘You okay, baby?’ Marcus had suddenly appeared beside you, an arm coming around your waist. You’d been stood on the sidelines of the football field for way longer than you realised. ‘You’ve got eyes like dinner plates.’

‘I don’t know how to interact with these people.’ You murmured back. ‘They’re all...you know.’

‘They’re all what?’

‘Perfect. And shiny.’ You huffed. ‘Look at their cars! There’s not a dent in sight. And their kids aren’t wearing an Ewok onesie to a cook-out in July.’

‘I think Jack is admirable for embracing his unique sense of fashion.’ You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. ‘C’mon! They’re gonna run out of food if you keep longingly staring at their minivans.’

‘You’re right.’ You stumbled slightly as he dragged your hand, pulling you towards the crowd in the middle of the field.

‘I mean if you want a minivan, we can get one.’

‘Moving to the suburbs was already a big deal for me.’ You grumbled.

Marcus continued to laugh, pulling you closer into his side as you reached the other parents.

Naturally, he immediately jumped into conversation about one of the other dads with...actually, you weren’t really paying attention. You switched off as soon as you heard the word football. One thing you did notice, however, was his ability to be completely and entirely charming with anyone. You lacked that, normally shying away from talking to strangers. Especially strangers who had previously cast you out for being a single parent and constantly given you the side-eye. The only reason they’d stopped was because you and Marcus were together now.

You tried to remind yourself that it didn’t matter, that their thoughts and feelings weren’t relevant. They shouldn’t have been. You had the best guy in the world by your side and two amazing kids. The people most important to you were the ones whose opinions mattered - and they all thought the world of you. Marcus loved and supported you unconditionally, and Missy thought you were a bad-ass. Jack, though probably a little bias, thought you were the best parent in the world. That was what counted.

But still, you couldn’t help but feel a little angry. You’d worked your ass off to get where you were, to raise your kid and make him a semi functional human being. You’d single-handedly kept a roof over both of your heads and provided for your family, even when you’d been married to a dead beat husband.

Things were different now; brighter, happier, filled with more dogs and more love than you could ever have imagined. You didn’t want to linger in the past, not when everything else was moving forward. If anything, being here had just solidified your faith in your relationship. If all you wanted to do was go home and be alone with your partner, then that was a sure sign.

‘Mum!’ You heard Jack from across the field. ‘Can you get my football out the car?’

‘Duty calls.’ You finally spoke. Marcus had noted how quiet you were, having made a mental note to bring it up later. ‘I’ll be back in a second.’

‘Okay, baby.’ He pressed a kiss to your check.

The sun beat down on your back as you trudged across the field, Doc Martens kicking up grass around you. Your outfit was cute at least; a pair of denim shorts and an old tank top with one of your boyfriend’s plaid shirts thrown over the top. You hadn’t even realised it was his until the lingering smell of aftershave hit your nostrils when you got in the car. After that, there was no way in hell you were taking it off.

The car park was around the corner from the field -- it was nice to get away for a minute. Even though you’d simply stood beside Marcus like an older man’s sidepiece at a business meeting, just being in the presence of the people and listening to them talk about their kids was exhausting. At least he had been good at pretending to be interested in their sugar free diets and screen time limitations and how their French lessons were going. You, meanwhile, hadn’t even tried to look like it piqued your fancy. You’d been half-tempted to put your sunglasses on so they couldn’t see you roll your eyes.

Pulling Marcus’ car-keys out your pocket, you opened the boot and began to rifle around. His car was a thousand times more put together than yours, but it still accumulated a bunch of crap.

You jumped backwards when you heard the gravel crunch behind you.

Glancing over your shoulder, your eyes fell on Carol. It had been a while since you’d last seen her, but she looked a little worst for wear. What’s more was that she had a cigarette between her lips, despite being the one to run the entire school’s anti-smoking campaign.

‘I didn’t know you smoked.’ You commented, catching her attention as you slammed the boot shut.

‘Oh!’ She jumped, quickly throwing it onto the floor.

‘Hey, I’m not bothered.’ You leant against the back of the car. ‘A lot of people do it.’

‘I don’t normally.’ She stamped on the remains to put it out, dusting off her bright pink work-out jacket. ‘I’ve just been stressed lately.’

‘Are you okay?’ You raised an eyebrow at her.

‘I’m fine.’

You tossed the football between your hands, giving her a nod. ‘If you’re sure.’

With that, you locked the car and began to make your way back towards the cook-out. If you could wear Jack out by playing with him all afternoon, then you might be able to catch some peace and quiet that evening. Then, you and Marcus could celebrate your first anniversary by ordering take out and watching Friends.

(Which is ironically, what you’d done for the last four nights).

‘Y’know, I’ve always been jealous of you.’ You froze when Carol called after you.

‘What?!’ You turned around to face her, confusion etched on your features. ‘Are you talking to someone else, or?..’

‘No, I’m talking to you.’ She muttered.

‘Why me? I thought you hated me?’

‘Because I was jealous of you.’ She said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

‘Carol, you’re the perfect one here. You’re married to your high school sweetheart, you’ve got a big-ass house - with a gate! - and your kids are perfectly well behaved. And you drive a fucking minivan!’

‘Oh, please.’ She groaned, falling back against the nearest car. ‘My husband is married to his job and my kids are more interested in their iPads than me!’

‘So’s mine-’

‘- you’ve always provided for yourself.’ She continued, cutting you off. ‘Always put your kid first and just did what was best for you without worrying what anyone else thought. That’s..admirable.’

‘Thanks?’ You furrowed your brow. ‘I never really gave it that much thought.’

‘I never thought I’d wish for your life.’ She muttered.

You gently approached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. With caution, obviously. You know that she had a tendency to be vicious and bite. Like a chihuahua.

‘My life isn’t perfect.’ You said softly. ‘There’s a difference between happiness and perfect. And if you keep trying for perfect, you’ll never be happy.’

‘That’s deep.’

‘Actually, it’s a quote that you shared on Facebook.’ You snorted. ‘You just gotta appreciate what’s around you. Your house, your kids, your husband.’

‘Maybe you’re right.’ Carol nodded. ‘You’re a good parent. A good person. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel less than that.’

‘I mean...you were an asshole, I won’t lie. You’re nosey as fuck and you got involved with my kid, but I’d probably be doing the same if I wasn’t satisfied with my life.’

Okay, so you didn’t mean for that to sound so rude, but who could blame you? The woman had given you nothing but crap. You’d already felt bad for her, but now you felt worst.

‘C’mon.’ You stuck your hand out to her. ‘You have two lovely daughters and a husband waiting for you back on the field....you family waiting for you back on the field.’

Dragging Carol off of the car, you dusted off her arms and forced a smile. It didn’t make you happy that she was miserable, but at least offered an explanation for her behaviour. The fact she’d envied you this entire time didn’t make up for what she’d done - the rumours the spread, the things she said - but it at least helped soothe you a little bit.

‘Can we be friends?’ She asked quietly, traipsing beside you.

‘...maybe in a few years.’

---

As it turned out, Jack did not pass out early. Instead, the four of you ended up having another night on the sofa -- this time with an extra large pizza, just to celebrate the special night.

Your head had been spinning since your conversation with Carol. You were glad you finally had closure on the whole thing, but it had completely fried your circuits. She was the queen of the hive, the perfect mum, the perfect wife. Her kids wore matching outfits to school and they never had a hair out of place. Her Facebook was filled with family photos of their international vacations and outings to all their activities. Was she not the blue print?

It made you take a step back and look at your own life, which was something you hadn’t done in a while. In fact, last time you’d done it, you realised you’d weren’t happy with your ex-husband.

Now, it was the opposite. You were in love with somebody who was better than you could have ever imagined; he wasn’t perfect - he snored and he never did the dishes and he always forgot to put the bins out - but he was everything to you. You had a kid who, although was undeniably a tiny meddler, you loved with your whole heart. You had Missy, who had welcomed you into her life with open arms and embraced the chaos you brought. You had dogs, and a house with a fucking garden.

You didn’t blame Carol for being jealous because, even though it was from perfect, you didn’t need it to be. You had everything you ever wanted and heck, you would have been jealous of it too if it wasn’t completely and entirely yours.

For the first time all day, you finally had a moment to yourself. You were stretched out across the couch, feet propped up on a pile of cushions; Marcus’ shirt was still on, only now you had changed out your shorts for leggings and your boots for socks fluffy enough to be dangerous on the wooden floors.

‘Hey, baby.’ Marcus quietly greeted you, shutting the living room door behind him. ‘Kids are asleep.’

You gave him a doubtful look. ‘Even Jack?’

‘Okay - Missy is asleep and Jack is on his iPad.’

You opened your arms to him, grinning. ‘I’ll take it.’

Marcus dropped onto the sofa, an equally big smile falling onto his face as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you. He wound both of his around your waist, lifting you off of the couch and into his lap. It always reminded you of when you’d kissed on your first date -- it seemed like worlds away now.

‘Has it really been a year?’ You murmured softly, resting your forehead against his.

‘Yeah.’ He shyly smiled at you. ‘I don’t know how I got so lucky.’

‘We both got lucky.’ You reminded him. ‘I got lucky that Carol guilt-tripped me into that fucking meeting.’

‘And I got lucky that you were the person I chose to victimise with my small talk.’ He chuckled. ‘You know you’re my whole fucking heart, right?’

‘Yeah.’ You slowly nodded. ‘And you’re mine.’

You’d completely changed each other’s lives - blown them apart, and used the tiny pieces to rebuild everything back into one. Neither of you had even been looking and you’d still managed to find one another. You’d been hurt before and he’d been patient. He’d lost a lot before and you helped him find it again. What he lacked, you had. What you lacked, he had.

Above all, Marcus had embraced what everybody seemed to encourage; he saw value in the things you’d been insecure about and when he fell in love with him, so did you. In return, you brought an energy and light to his life that he didn’t even know he needed. In one another, you found unconditional love and support, and a feeling of security that you’d both lacked for so long.

This was it. And it was everything .

OKAY i’m actually so sad this story is over -- i’ve written over the course of maybe 2 weeks but when i TELL YOU i have become so attached? u better believe it. if you check out the series masterlist, you’ll see that there’s a few little fics i’m gonna write to fill in the gaps that were in the time skips between chapters, so that’s still something to look forward to!

thank so so so much for all your support on this series; it’s been so much fun to write & your comments are what encouraged me to finish it so quickly.

- jamie xx

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#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno imagine #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno imagines #pedro pascal character headcanons #pedro pascal characters

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izziegs · 8 years ago

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TBT with 8 month old me because look I was a pumpkin and I was adorable 🎃 March 23, 2017 -- 82/365

#365 selfies #they/them #selfie #im actually wearing a onesie in both pics bc yknow some things never change #i tried to find pics of little me in a superhero shirt to compare #but the closest i saw was me in my easter mass dress w an optimus prime figure #i was sick yesterday and tried to sleep it off but had nightmares so lets try this again shall we #i found pics of me and this guy ive been friends w since birth #and everyone thought we would end up together but surprise #we both ended up gay

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mandiemegatron · 5 years ago

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1 5 17 22 39 46

1: Do you have a crush on anyone?

mmmmmmmperhaps.

5: What was your last kiss like?

Awful. I was out with a friend at the bar and some fuck thought I was into him because we were dancing and kissed me. Lets just say it ended with me punching him in the nose and getting us kicked out. cant go back to that bar anymore.

17: what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?

a motherfucking onesie. idk honesty clothing is just... clothing? its the person wearing the clothing that I find attractive?

22: Fictional Crushes?

Yoosung Kim from Mysme, Optimus Prime from Transformers. dont judge me, hes been the love of my life since I was like 8 ok?

39: kittens or puppies?

both?! also I love reptiles, i’d love to have a snake or gecko one day.

46: Favourite Liquor?

Sailor Jerry’s spiced rum. and Gordon’s smooth Gin.

#mandiespeaks #answered ask #answered anon

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stretchmanhogan · 6 years ago

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Transformers Generations Scourge ... chillin in my Optimus Prime onesie drinkin' Spinach, Kale and bok choy on this beautiful Saturday night https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs17cAenpJg_Q-hcziYhE2h1OsnFvM63fdXWtI0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cncjb07u5xcp

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the-energon-hole · 7 years ago

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Can i have a cute tfp scenario with Optimus, ratchet, and bumblebee? Reader is a kid around raf's age and the humans decide to have a sleepover at the base. Reader couldn't find pjs because all of them are dirty and the only thing left to wear are panda onesies. They wear it and get embarrassed when miko takes picture as she laughs and reader runs to one of the bot's rooms to hide there from embarrassment.

Optimus Prime

You crept so slowly and quietly into his chambers that his sensors almost didn’t alert him of an intruder into his private quarters- almost. He turned his optics back on as he felt the rest of his systems begin to restart after being awoken prematurely from recharge, he was more curious than he was of anything when the tiny human sat on his chest looking extremely defeated and upset.

“What is troubling you?” He asked in a quiet tone while you let out a small sigh.

You didn’t want to sound ungrateful, you begged and begged for weeks to be allowed to have a sleepover in the base with all of your friends together- but the evening wasn’t turning out like you had wanted it to. You blamed everything on the fact that laundry wasn’t done at your house, if it was then maybe none of this would have happened!

You told him about how Miko and Jack were laughing and taking pictures of you while coooing at you like you were a baby, saying things about how cute you were and how this is the best thing to happen to them all night. It made you feel very insecure, on top of making you think that maybe you were insignificant in their eyes, a stupid child only there to take up space.

Before you got deeper into your emotions, as the threat of tears began to sting behind your eyes, you felt Optimus place one of his digits next to your face while in his baritone voice he said “They do not mean any harm in their teasing, little one, they are simply being too friendly while forgetting about your boundaries.”You sniffed a little.

“They will always be your friends, your family even, no need to be upset- they mean nothing by it.��

You smiled at that, as you knew he was right. Jack and Miko are much older than you are, so there is a little disconnect there, which means they can sometimes treat you poorly. They mean nothing by it- you love them and they love you.

“Thanks, Optimus.” You yawned as you found yourself drifting off to sleep on top of the warm metallic chest of the Prime.

Ratchet

He was busy messing around with a few personal experiments in his quarters, since you kids effectively kicked him out of the main room of the base. You didn’t kick him out in the literal sense, you kids were just so noisy that he couldn’t focus on all of his work the way he wanted to. He was against this sill, what was it, “sleep over” but you and Raf were so adamant about it how the heck were they supposed to say no to you?

He was so caught up in his work, he didn’t hear the door to his room open nor did he hear it close. It wasn’t until you called his name quietly that he was jolted out of his focus with such a violent reaction that it made you feel a little guilty for intruding into his space. He collected himself in a short few seconds, muttering the words “I needed that”, it would have made you smile if you weren’t feeling so bummed out.

“What could you possibly need now?” Ratchet asked a little miffed, until he turned around and looked at your saddening face.

He immediately regretted his harsh tone.

You took a deep breath and let the story fall from your mouth- the lost pjs and the panda onesie, the mocking and the pictures, the insecurities and the sadness. All of it was released in a fast, almost incoherent, story consisted of a little whining and a few tears. You felt awful, Jack and Miko had no right to say those things, you aren’t cute! You are just like they are- kids thrust into a world much bigger than they were.

Ratchet was able to keep up with your words, but it took him a second to think of what he wanted to say. Initially, he wanted to tell you to go bully them back and prove to them you aren’t a cute little baby- but that wouldn’t be a long term solution to your problems.

It also wasn’t the best advice he could give you, he knew that.

“Listen, kid” he began “Jack and Miko, well, they are just teasing you. They don’t mean anything by it.”

“Yeah, but it still hurts…” You said as you began to hug yourself a little.

“True, but you have something that they don’t have anymore- you know what that is?”

“No?”

“Me, now come help me- I could use a smaller set of hands for this.” He said as he lifted you up onto his work table. That wasn’t a complete lie, Ratchet thought, you were in here and they were out there. Hopefully this will help distract from those bad feelings you are experiencing.

Bumblebee

He had moved into his quarters after he began to feel to tired to keep his eyes open, on top of their not being enough room for him to recharge in the main room where all the kids were hanging out. He had a patrol earlier in the day, so he was feeling a little more tired than he usually was, and wanted to hit the berth a little earlier than the others wanted to. He was there for most of it- the movie marathon, the barrage of snacks and video games, and the toy car races that were more exciting than he thought they would be.

He was barely able to get his optics to go offline when he swore he heard little footsteps around his berth. He ignored it- it could just be his over worked processor trying to shut down for the night, but once he heard a soft voice call his name quietly it awoken him rather quicker than he thought it would.

At first he thought it might be Raf requesting to bunk down with him, but when he shifted to be on his side to face him it turned out to be you- adorning some very cute pjs. He didn’t say anything about it though, as he saw the sad and defeated look on your face- something was wrong he could tell.

He beeped quizzically at you- and thought you were not as versed in Bumblebee as Raf was, you can always get the jist of what he was saying or asking. You sighed as you sat cross legged in front of him as you explained what was going on after he left. Everyone changed into their pjs- and you were horrified to find out your family packed you the wrong pair- the dreaded panda onesie. You told him how humiliated you were when Miko started poking fun at you, which was followed by Jack talking to you like you were a baby. It felt so cruel and malicious, you slipped out as soon as you were sure they wouldn’t notice you gone.

You heard Bee give you a sad beep in response as you felt the tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

“I’m not a child! I mean I am- but I’m more mature than that! How can they be so cruel?” you bellowed as a few drops fell from the corners of your eyes.

Bumblebee took he hand and placed it gently on your back, as he let you cry softly next to him as you leaned into his touch. “Ugh! Me crying about it makes me seem even more like a stupid baby!” You yelped in frustration as you tried to stop your body from producing more tears.

But being frustrated and angry only made it worse.

Bee just let you cry, giving off comforting sounds trying to calm and comfort your frayed nerves. He figured it was better to let you have it out than for you to hold it in- it’s never good to keep in such strong emotions, it’s what causes unrest for yourself and your team mates.Once you let out a final sniff, and you wiped your eyes on your sleeves, you look up to see Bee still patiently looking at you.

He beeped a few times, which you could translate into “It’s more mature to let it out and display your emotions, than to bottle them up and let them eat at you”. You smiled at Bee and thanked him for listening, as you made yourself comfortable for the night right next to his warm metal frame. He was glad he could help- even if it was just to sit here and let you cry on his shoulder.

#Transformers Prime #Optimus Prime #Ratchet #Bumblebee #Cute #Hurt/Comfrot #Drabble #Long Post #Maccadam

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mycarhasasecret · 7 years ago

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*walks up in a jack skellington onesie* trick or treat

Ey! Imma do something for TFP Autobots:

Who loves Halloween: Smokescreen; Bumblebee; Bulkhead

Who hates Halloween: Ratchet (Darn these young whippersnappers!); Arcee

Who doesn’t care: Ultra Magnus; Wheeljack; Optimus Prime

#trick or treat #whos who #TFP #transformers #Transformers Prime #smokescreen #Bumblebee #bulkhead #ratchet #arcee #Ultra Magnus #wheeljack #optimus prime

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compaculaaa · 2 years ago

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Never knew how much I needed sparkling op in a sharkticon onesie

#self indulgent art #I need a name for this au #the onesie was made by bota btw #op is clearly a mamas boy #and trion is very proud of his little bean #transformers #transformers animated #tfa #tfa optimus prime #alpha trion #fuck it there are fandom tags now imma die on this hill #also for organisational sake #sparkling siblings au

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dameronology · 4 years ago

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love in the time of p.t.a. meetings {marcus moreno} - 4/5

summary: after a few months of slightly chaotic bliss, you & marcus start to think about the next steps in your relationship. {series masterlist}

warnings: swearing

this is up a little later than i wanted & i do apologise, i once again stayed up all night and i cannot recount a single thing i’ve done. enjoy!

- jazz

Things between you and Marcus quickly fell into a routine.

You kind of had to when you both had kids; their lives needed structure. Depended on it, in fact. It wasn’t long before both of your lives were entangled in more ways than one, mostly for the sake of Missy and Jack having security around them but also because things between you were so good. Neither of you were trying to rush by any means, but when it worked, it worked. You were both good at communicating with each other - not that many issues really cropped up - and you both understood that your children came first. Things progressed easily and naturally, and he made you feel secure enough that you didn’t have to question whether or not it was too good to be true.

Five months had quickly passed and you were both comfortable. Marcus Moreno was your boyfriend and it wasn’t a big deal. Okay, it had been at first - especially the first time he planted a kiss on your lips in front of the minivan brigade - but now? It was normal. It felt like he’d always been there, and you took it as a good sign. You got on well with Missy, especially since she’d witnessed your spat with Carol and started to think the world of you, and Jack...well, he was obsessed with Marcus. You couldn’t blame the kid.

‘Jack! Put the soup down!’

It was another one of those mornings. It was a Sunday, so you didn’t have to worry about getting up early for school or work but you’d been at Marcus’ till late the night before. You and Jack ended up spending a lot of time at his; there was a swimming pool and a big garden for Optimus Prime to run around in, so it tired both of your tiny spawns out, which worked in your favour.

Even when the kid had spent four hours swimming last night, he’d still risen that morning at 6AM like Jesus Christ on the third day. You’d woken to find the kitchen covered in smashed eggs and ham, then your oven had broken and the toilet was blocked again.

You’d been halfway through reversing the problem when you’d heard Jack shuffling in the kitchen. You were stood in the hallway, still in your pyjamas, with a toilet brush in one hand and the other balled up into a fist.

‘Jack, the soup is about to-’

You paused mid-sentence, watching as the bowl he was trying to reach for toppled straight off of the counter. You’d only washed his hair ten minutes ago, and you might as well have not fucking bothered because it was now covered in chunky vegetable soup. And the Chewbacca onesie he loved so much? Trying to peel that off him for the next few hours to wash the Heinz out of it was going to be a whole task in itself. You’d only just been to the laundrette the day before, and you’d gotten to the point in life where having a place with its own washing machine was a sign of success.

‘Mum, there’s soup in my hair.’

‘It’s okay.’ You took a moment to breath. ‘We are not going to cry.’

‘I’m not crying.’

‘Wasn’t talking to you, buddy.’ You rubbed your temples for a moment. ‘C’mon, let’s go hop in the bath.’

So much of parenting was just...stopping to breath. Stopping to take a moment to remind yourself that although your love for your child was unwavering and unconditional, you sometimes felt like screaming. All you’d done for the last five hours was go in circles, cleaning and lecturing and cleaning some more. It made you wish you were at work that day, because at least then you could have conversations with people that weren’t about what cheese they wanted for lunch or what cartoon they wanted to watch.

‘I just had a bath.’ Jack muttered.

‘Yeah well, you need another one.’ You took another deep breath. ‘I’ll be there in a minute-’

‘- I don’t want a bath!’

‘And I don’t want a kid that’s covered in soup!’ You shot back. ‘C’mon, buddy. Just do as I say, please?’

Your conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. You frowned for a moment - you weren’t expecting anyone. There was no post on Sundays and you hadn’t seen your landlord since the day you’d moved in. Your nosey neighbour knocked sometimes, usually asking about the noise (he didn’t have kids, clearly) and you were this close to telling him to mind his own fucking business.

‘I swear to god, if that’s David again, I am going to shove this can of soup up his - Marcus!’ You almost did a double take when you saw your boyfriend stood at the door - he really chose his times, didn’t he? You hadn’t even had time to put the fucking toilet brush down. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey, baby.’ He greeted you slowly, eyes slowly taking in your appearance (and not in a sexy way). ‘Were you not expecting me?’

‘Shit, did we have plans?’ Your eyes widened.

‘No, but Jack called. He said you’d asked him to ask me to come over, but I realise half way through that sentence that starting with Jack called probably means you had no idea.’ He offered you a goofy smile. ‘He said that the sofa had exploded and that you needed help.’

There was a lot to unpack there. When had Jack done that? More to the point, when had he learnt to use the phone? How had he worked out your phone password? The kid couldn’t do up his own velcro and now he was a Russian hacker, apparently.

‘Oh my god.’ You groaned. ‘I am so sorry. Things have been batshit here this morning and I’m sure he had my best interests in his weird little heart, but he made you come all this way-’

‘- Marcus!’ Speaking of the devil.

Jack pushed past you, wrapping his arms around Marcus’ waist. He leant down to pick him up, lifting him off the ground - albeit at a distance, due to Soupgate.

‘Hey, buddy.’ He greeted him. ‘You been causing trouble again?’

‘Not on purpose.’ Jack replied. ‘Mum says I need another bath.’

‘I think she’s right.’ Marcus said. ‘Why don’t you go pick out some clothes and come back in a minute, yeah?’

‘Okay!’ Seemingly impressed by the newfound trust in him to choose an outfit, Jack wriggled himself back down to the floor, trotting towards his bedroom. Seriously, how did Marcus do that? Perhaps his ability to have authority over your archaic child was another hidden power of his.

‘You look like you need a break, baby.’ He reached out, gently running a hand down your arm.

‘I’m fine, he’s just been a lot today.’ You sighed.

‘You have soup on your shirt and fluff in your hair.’

‘Couch stuffing.’

‘Huh?’

‘It’s couch stuffing. Except that was Optimus Prime and not Jack, which makes a nice change.’ You muttered.

‘Look, Missy is at her abuela’s today and she’s been begging for ages to see Jack again.’ He said. ‘What d’you say I drive him over there, you clean up and we hang out? Just us, no kids, no dogs, no stress.’

‘That sounds like a fucking dream.’ You couldn’t help but smile. ‘But Optimus has consumed half the couch and I gotta keep an eye on him-’

‘-we can bring him with us!’ Marcus grinned. ‘He loves the garden.’

‘Are you sure? Because I remember you saying you had work plans today and I don’t want you to cancel them on account for the fact I can’t control my own kid. Or life.’

‘You two come first.’ He said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. ‘Three, including Optimus Prime.’

In the time it took Marcus to drive Jack to his mum’s and get back to yours, you were able to clean up. The apartment was still a state, but it hadn’t been properly tidy in...how many days had it been since Jack was born? Because it hadn’t been clean in exactly that many days. You felt a little bad dumping him on Anita when he was still covered in soup, but if anyone was able to wrestle him into the bath and some clean clothes, it was her. You’d met her a few times and she was absolutely lovely, but you had no doubt she could be terrifying when need be. She was the sort of woman you aspired to be.

By midday, you were driving out the city. There was music playing quietly over the radio and you were watching the houses go by; even though it was cold out, you had the heater on and you were bundled up in a leather jacket, Marcus’ scarf snugly around your neck. It smelt faintly of his aftershave, which had become one of your favourite scents over the last five months. The time had gone so quickly. You’d seen each other practically every day since then, and having the kids meant you’d been fallen into being domestic pretty quickly. The simplicity of it all - him and you and getting to this point so easily - was overwhelming in itself.

Your first relationship had been so complicated - so finicky and filled with unnecessary arguments. That should have been a sign early on, but then you’d gotten pregnant with Jack and getting married had seemed like the obvious thing to do. His presence meant you wouldn’t have changed anything, not for the entire fucking world, but it made you a little sad to think about how long you’d wasted on what had clearly been the wrong person. Meanwhile, Marcus’ situation had been entirely different; he’d had the right person the first time around and then he’d lost them. You never felt like a replacement to his wife, or even thought about the notion, really. That had been another part of his life. You were a new part and it didn’t mean he was forgetting the past. The two could co-exist without taking away from each other.

‘You’re deep in thought.’ Marcus observed. He moved one of his hands to rest on your leg, giving it a light squeeze. He did that a lot, usually whenever you were sat beside him at the table or on the sofa. It was just a him thing.

‘Yeah, sorry.’ You tore your gaze away from the window. ‘My brain always goes a little into overdrive when things are quiet.’

He chuckled. ‘What’s on your mind?’

‘You, actually.’ You tangled your fingers with his, thumb brushing over the back of his hand. ‘I was just thinking about lucky I am and how good things are, and how it almost feels too good to be true.’

‘Better believe it, baby.’ He replied. ‘Because it is true.’

‘I know.’ You peered over at him with a smile. ‘It’s just...my only perceptions of relationships were based on the single one I’ve had. Everything was so complicated and exhausting. This is completely different and it’s so nice. And normal. And I don’t know, that sounds stupid-’

‘- it’s not stupid at all.’ Marcus peered over at you, shaking his head. ‘It’s natural to be a little apprehensive after a bad relationship and if there’s anything I can do to help, you just have to tell me. You know that, right?’

Maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe it was just him, but you knew for certain that he meant that. There was sort of a silent agreement now that you were both in this for the long haul. Your mum had always said that you’ll know when you know but you’d always written that off. Mostly because you hadn’t known the first time round. But, now you did. You did know and though you weren’t going to admit that to Marcus, you never doubted him for a second.

‘I do.’ You said. ‘But he’s in the past now - and hopefully it’s where he fucking stays.’

‘I have contacts. I can find him and set Miracle Guy on him.’ Marcus’ grin had returned. ‘Just say the word.’

‘You make a tempting offer.’ You smiled back at him. ‘But the past is the past and I’m ready to...slam the lid on that dumpster.’

‘Do you think he’ll ever want to come back into Jack’s life?’

You pondered for a moment. ‘I don’t think so, but if he did, I dunno if I’d let him. I never wanna be the person who stops someone from seeing their kids but what he did was...it was unforgivable.’

‘You don’t have to make that decision until it actually happens.’ Marcus gently said. ‘And I’ll support whatever you choose.’

He pulled into the drive way of his house - his nice, clean, sofa-stuffing-and-soup free house. Optimus Prime leapt out the car as soon as the door was open, practically tearing past the two of you and down towards the yard. There was a moment of silence and then a splash!

‘Guess he found the pool.�� Marcus commented. ‘At least it’s heated, I s’pose.’

Truth be told, he loved having the three of you at his house. It felt like whatever had been missing before was slowly making an appearance as your relationship progressed. The irony was that you brought nothing but chaos and clutter with you, but that was exactly what made it feel like a home. It was small things; the painting that Jack had done for him at after school club was now hung up up on the fridge, and there was a photo of him and Missy on the fireplace with Optimus Prime. Half of the thousands of blankets of pillows that had been at your place had ended up on his sofa, thanks to the countless sleepovers.

If he could have it his way, Marcus would have you live with here all the time. The energy that you and Jack brought made everything feel complete. He loved the evenings where Missy and Jack would play out in the pool, and you two would sit back inside, complaining about the cold. Then there were the nights where you’d take both the kids back here when he was working late, and he’d come home to find you piled on the couch watching an old movie, with your burnt cooking abandoned on the stove, surrounded by boxes of left over take out. It was the kind of thing that was so simple and so domestic, but it was everything he wanted.

That was probably the flashpoint moment when Marcus Moreno realised he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He already knew he loved you - he’d worked that out about three months in, when you’d fallen asleep in one of his shirts whilst trying to wait up for him - but he hadn’t said it. He’d hinted at it and made back-handed comments but he’d barely admitted it to himself, let alone to anyone else. He knew what you and Jack had gone through before and it broke his entire fucking heart. You both deserved someone who stand by you and support you, someone who would embrace you both for the craziness and warm energy you brought everywhere with you. More than ever, he was realising he wanted to be that person who gave it you. After all, you’d made his life so much brighter without even trying.

Snapping out of his trance, Marcus looked over at you. You’d already ditched your shoes and dropped onto the sofa, pulling one of the blankets with you. This was exactly what you needed. A quiet house, your favourite person and a cable knit blanket.

‘Hey, baby?’

You looked over at him, smiling at the name. ‘Yeah?’

‘You know I love you, right?’

You blinked in surprise, sitting up. ‘I know.’

‘You do?’

‘You’ve never said it, but I can tell.’ You nodded, before offering a smile. ‘And I love you too.’

‘I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.’ He slowly approached you, dropping onto the sofa beside you and taking your hands in his. ‘I think I just got so caught up in everything and feeling everything that I forgot.’

‘Why are you apologising?’ You couldn’t help but scoff at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. ‘It’s your actions that say it, Marc. Hearing it is good but you showed it a long time ago.’

‘I know, but really you deserve to hear it everyday.’ He smiled against you, helping you move onto his lap.

‘You do tell me everyday, with the things you do.’ You reminded him. ‘Like meeting me in the parking lot with coffee, or bribing Jack into going to bed early with video messages from your superheroes, or doing my grocery shopping when you know money is short.’

‘Why wouldn’t I do those things?’ Marcus seemed genuinely confused. ‘It’s you.’

‘I love you.’ You repeated the phrase.

‘And I love you.’

He pulled you into another kiss - this time it was a little firmer, not unlike your second declaration of love. Marcus did all those things without thinking, simply out of his intense want for you to just be happy. He was the same with Missy, always doing little things to make her life easier just because. It was just part of who he was, and it made him happy to see his loved ones happy.

With your body pressed against his and your hands tangled in your hair, Marcus realised he didn’t want you to ever leave again. He didn’t want you to have to drive home in the dark at ten because all of your stuff was on the other side of town. You did stay over sometimes, but then you’d have to creep out at 6AM with a sleeping Jack in your arms to get home in time to get ready. He wanted you here all the time. You should have been here all the time.

‘Move in with me?’

He both did and didn’t mean to say it out loud. He did because he wanted you so badly to be a permanent fixture in the house, but he also didn’t because the idea might have been a little absurd. Was it too soon? What if you didn’t want to leave your place? He knew you loved your apartment. It was your home and had been for a long time.

‘What?!’ You suddenly pulled back from the kiss, eyes wide.

‘I mean...if you want to.’ Marcus slowly said. ‘Hell, Missy and I can move to your place if that’s what you want. It might be tight but she loves the dog and I just want to be with you-’

‘- hey!’ You cut him off, planting your hands on his shoulders. ‘You’re rambling again, but that’s besides the point. I would love to live here.’

‘You would?’

‘I would.’ You smiled.

It made sense. Aside from the glaringly obvious fact you wanted to, it was also practical. It was closer to the school, closer to your work and it had a fucking swimming pool. Marcus was already clearly financially secure and moving in wouldn’t mean relying on him, but it would have meant that things for Jack were a lot more stable. Missy loved the company of you both, and it meant she would finally have the dog she wanted so bad.

‘Missy would be okay with it, right?’ You asked.

‘She was the one who put the idea in my head, actually.’ Marcus admitted. ‘I’d thought about it but then she kind of asked in passing why you don’t live here, and I couldn’t give her an answer.’

‘Your kid is smart.’

‘D’you think Jack will-’

‘- I’m going to stop you there.’ You cut him off.

‘Right, I probably don’t need to ask that question.’ He chuckled.

‘Exactly.’ You pressed a kiss to his nose. ‘Don’t forget the dog, either.’

‘How could I? I can literally see him peeing on my lawn right now.’

‘Our lawn.’

Exactly three weeks later - and after a hefty amount of paperwork and hours of sorting through Jack’s endless amounts of crap that he insisted on hoarding - moving day came.

Anita had insisted on having the kids again. They were both excited, but perhaps a little too much. They were probably more likely to get in the way of things if anything. Children, a dog and large boxes? It seemed like a match made in hell. Plus, she had a whole ass training course in her back garden and if that didn’t wear the kid out, then you were definitely going to take him to the Heroics to get tested. The thought alone was enough to tire you out.

You didn’t have too much stuff to move. You’d been half-moved into the damn place before Marcus had even made the formal proposal, so that made things a lot easier. You were keeping your sofa for Jack’s room, but the rest was going to Goodwill. Most of it had come from there in the first place.

‘I think that’s the last box.’ Marcus announced, exiting the bedroom. ‘I didn’t realise that a five year could own so many variations of storm-trooper toys.’

‘Oh, yeah.’ You replied. ‘There’s the original trilogy ones, sequel trilogy ones, dark troopers, shock troopers, clone troopers - and I realise half way through listing them that you don’t care.’

‘I never said that!’ He placed his hands on your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. ‘I’m excited to learn.’

‘I’m sure Jack is excited to tell you.’ You grinned.

Then, it faltered slightly with the realisation you were actually leaving this place. You’d never intended for it to be your permanent home, but it had still been the centre of your entire universe for half a decade. Every room told a story; the crayon marks on the bathroom wall, the dents behind the TV from, the crack in the living room mirror. All caused by Jack, naturally. The last five years was contained entirely within these four walls and you got bleary eyed at the idea of it becoming someone else’s.

‘Hey, don’t cry.’ Marcus gently wiped away a tear from your cheek.

‘You know, the rent is still paid till the end of the month so we could revisit the idea of you and Missy living here instead.’ You tearfully smiled.

‘You’re kidding but you know I’ll do it.’ He pressed another kiss to your nose, grip on your arms tightening.

‘It’s okay.’ You moved so that the kiss landed on your mouth instead, capturing his lips in a brief kiss. ‘I knew we were gonna outgrow this place. I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.’

‘I know. Still kinda feels like it all came out of no-where, huh?’ He replied. ‘In the best way.’

‘You’re right. In the best way.’ You firmly nodded. ‘Can you believe I was 23 when I moved into this place? I found it on Craiglist within ten minutes of finding out I was pregnant.’

‘Do you wanna take a minute before we go?’

‘No, it’s fine.’ You shook your head. ‘We should get going.’

The apartment was just that: an apartment. And the house you were going to was just that: a house. But the people you were with? That’s what made it count. It wasn’t about the four walls or the roof over your head, or whether or not it had a big yard and a jacuzzi bath tub (though, that did help). It was about the laughter and warmth inside; the faces in the photos on the wall and the people you came home to after a long day. It was the smell of your burnt cooking and the pizza you’d ordered in place. It was Jack’s toys left in the exact place where someone could trip and it was Missy using all the hot water in the morning so that Marcus’ showers were practically arctic. It was everyday things that reminded you of the people around you; the people that made it home, and how lucky you were to have them.

That was home. And you’d found yours.

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