#thank you bob from maintenance

[hyvee]

I need to go to Jupiter. I need to be stupider. Look at this thing i had installed in my cubicle it covers the harsh flourecent light and gives the space a soft green hue as if i’m sitting under a tree in summertime.

[sweetimpurity]

i think i speak for alotta Miguel lovers...but we need more blue collar Miguel. Bots AND fics.

🍊 no.2

Whatever you like. Mechanic. Engineer. Construction. Welder. Bricklayer. Tiler.

Could be in a relationship with us or maybe just the guy who comes around.... Oh even a maintenance man. Handy man. Bob the builder. Nah. But we all know we'd love to see him working a car..

Thank you anon for all these wonderful requests! I'm working my way through them and consuming the necessary media to do these justice haha! I love it! 🍊

These bots can all be found on my profile: sweetimpurity on c.ai!

Blue collar husband ೄྀ---ˊˎ-

He’s tired and dirty after work…

He's tired and dirty, sore and achy. Coming home after an insanely long day and walking up the steps to the front door is his last big hill to climb. All he could think about all day was your pretty face. He absolutely hated leaving the bed this morning. Wanted to stay there with you in his arms. But his job is demanding and tough. A different construction sight, more shingles, new bricks to be laid all the time. But he does it all for you. Even more than for himself.

He finally makes it to the door, opening it with his key and stepping in. Relishing in the quiet of the apartment, knowing you're in here somewhere.

"Baby, I'm home..." He calls softly, putting his bag down, peeling his jacket off and the hat he was wearing pretty much all day. "Jesus..." He sighs, seeing the dust covering the brim of the cap, watching it fall off onto the carpet and onto his hands. "I'm filthy..."

Handyman Miguel  :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

He’s come to fix your pipes… 😉

The faucet is leaking again. Of course. Because as soon as you get someone to come fix your radiator, something else would break. With the cabinets under the sink wide open, towels scattered across the floor, the boards under the sink soaked and warped, cleaning supplies and things all scattered across the kitchen floor... you're just waiting for your savior to finally come. The plumber you called in a sort of emergency request to help stop your floor from completely flooding through.

So antsy you wait here. You live alone so there aren't any roommates sharing in your panic. Watching the pipes leak into a pan under the sink, checking it every half hour. Watering your plants on the fire escape with the water that collects. Then instantly putting the pan back under there to collect the water seeping out through the threads of the pipes. Feeling quite helpless.

Finally after this process continued all morning long, there's a knock at the apartment door. You're in the process of bringing the pan back to the sink when you hear it. "Just a second!" You call frantically, putting it down and rushing over to the door. Practically ripping it open. And delivering a long winded explanation of everything that's gone on all day, all in one breath, all in a panic.

The poor handy man stands there, listening to your panicked retelling of all that's gone on. His dark eyes slightly widened, looking down at you from his tall height with soft concern.

Extra! *ೃ༄

Firefighter husband 

Your lifesaver…

"Pa! Pa! Papa!" His little girl squeals, bouncing up and down as he pulls his jacket off and puts his bag down after a long day at the station. Some routine checks and a car accident on the interstate were what made up his day today and he's tired to say the least. But seeing his kids and you makes it all worth it.

"Hey mija..." He grins, picking her up as much as it strains his muscles. Giving her big kisses on her chubby little cheek as she instantly starts telling him all about her day. Soon after, he sees you and the other little ones emerge from the kitchen to greet him at the door. He's grateful for his family after a day like that. To see everyone's faces after the day he had is like heaven.

Kinda went overboard ha! I hope you like them! And if you have any critiques or the links don't work let me know! Love ya! More to come...

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HC that after the mission and the dagger squad gets closer, Mav ramps up his petnames game as he showers his adopted children with affection. He doesn't even notice he does it. The first few times everyone was embarassed, but leaned to it. However, they realized that Hangman seemed to be affected the most. Constantly blushing or looking down or shutting up whenever Mav gave him a particularly affectionate pet name.

Most commonly used by Mav/Ice to everyone: Buddy, Kiddo, Kid, Son, Baby

Some of the most used petnames for the squad (although he uses the same nicknames for the others, some nicknames stuck more to certain people):

---

The dagger squad stayed over for the night after movie night went on for far too long. Most of them still sprawled around the living room, some on the couch, air mattress, or straight up on the floor. Bob woke up the earliest that day and started up the coffee.

Mav clambered down a moment after, drawn by the scent and Bob handed him a mug.

Mav smiled at him and reached out to ruffle his hair, "Thank you, sunshine."

Mav clambered out the kitchen saying something about ordering breakfast for them, as Bob stood there blinking mouth wide open.

---

Phoenix and Mav were debating strategy regarding case studies of past missions that could be applied in the future. The argument got a bit heated as they couldn't decide on the best solution for one of the sections.

Phoenix sat down with a sigh, "Dammit, both have good points, both have flaws, but the only deciding factor would be the people doing the mission, but it's not like we have detailed information on the personnel for this case study!"

Mav chuckled, "Didn't expect you to get this riled up, how about we put our opinions on what kind of personnel are best suited for each mission, yeah?"

"Sure, Mav," Phoenix muttered. "Hand me that pen?"

"Of course, Firecracker," Mav said smiling as he handed over the pen. "Hey, how about we go on break? There's a bakery nearby I've been meaning to try, and maybe that would reset our minds, yeah?"

Phoenix blinked at the nickname, then started standing up when Mav mentioned a break. "Yeah, let's go, Admiral, you're paying though," Phoenix said smirking at him.

---

"Mav, I need some advice regarding some maintenance on my car, since I know you fix stuff up," Payback said walking beside the older man.

"Sure kid, what's up?"

They started troubleshooting the best course of action, and who to took too to get the plan approved and implemented. This went on for a while until they were both satisfied.

"Thanks, Admiral Mitchell," Payback said smiling shyly as he realized how much of the man's time he took up.

Mav snorted as he clapped a hand around the younger man's shoulder, "Don't start with that Admiral shit when it's just us, kid. Come on Champ, let's get that car of yours fixed up."

---

"--The different seasons of the show have a variety of reviews, personally I found the first season good, and it kind of went a bit downhill from there, but that could just be nostalgia talking--," Fanboy babbled on gesturing wildly as Mav nodded along listening as he got caught up on Pop Culture.

It was very interesting, and as long as Fanbog kept on talking, he'd be able to keep up conversing with the others.

"--and then there's also the movies which are a classic-- oh sorry," Fanboy said suddenly freezing looking down on his lap.

Mav frowned, "What's wrong, kid?"

"I was talking too much and annoying you--"

"No, you weren't," Mav said putting an arm around his shoulder. "Now, come one whiz-zy, tell me more about the movies I should watch."

The smile Fanboy gave him made him realize that he should probably get a Netflix account, now.

---

"8 ball to corner pocket," Coyote said before lining up his shot.

"You got this, kid," Mav said sipping on his beer as the younger man lined his shot up.

Coyote focused on trying to see the angle to bank the cue ball on the rail, to hopefully brush the 8 just enough to push it to the corner. If he messed up, he'd practically be setting Mav up to win.

He took the shot. 8-ball went in.

He gave a small cheer in celebration as he whirled around to look at Mav who gave him a salute with his beer.

"You're buying drinks, old man," Coyote said grinning wildly as he rested his cue stick on the wall.

"Of course, Cub," Mav said patting the younger man's back as he walked to the bar to order one of those fancy craft beers the younger man, liked.

---

Bradley woke up to the white ceilings of the sick-bay, where he was herded to with Mav after that suicide-not-so-suicide, mission.

"You up, buddy?"

Bradley turned his head to his side to see Mav, sitting up on his own bed, munching on, McDonald's?

"How'd you get, McDonald's-?" Bradley croaked out, squinting to see if this was real.

Mav snorted, before eating another fry, "Ice brought us some, here's your share, kiddo," Mav said standing up to hand Bradley his own greasy, McDonald's paper bag.

"Are you supposed to be standing up-? Are we supposed to be eating this?" Bradley said sitting up as he took the food handed to him.

"Hey, do you want the food or not?" Mav said , raising a brow.

"... Thank you, for the food, Mav," Bradley said as he munched on his fries.

Mav gave him a bright smile, before pulling Bradley in for a quick hug and a kiss to the forehead. "Of course, Baby Goose."

Bradley stared up at Mav wide-eyed as the older man pulled away and Mav noticing this, winced.

"Sorry, Rooster, I shouldn't have overstepped-"

"NO! No, it's fine," Bradley said looking down on the food on his lap as he tugged lightly on the older man's shirt. "It's fine, Uncle Mav."

He missed this.

---

Jake felt a hand run through his hair, making him humm in content as he leaned towards the touch.

"Hey, buddy, how are we doing today?" The gentle voice of his Captain said.

Jake blinked his eyes open, wondering why Mav was here sitting on the edge of the bed. Wait. Where is he?

"Mav?" Jake croaked out.

"That's me, buddy, are you feeling better?" Mav said continuing to stroke Jake's haid.

Right, he was sick, Mav noticed, brought him home to sleep in his guest room for a nap..

"Hmmm, not sure, a bit I guess," Jake said. "What time is it?"

"Dinner time, are you up for some soup?" Mav asked as Jake shrugged.

"Not really hungry."

"How about some soup and hot chocolate?" Mav asked, smiling when he saw Jake perk up.

His hot chocolate was one of Dagger Squad's favorites.

"Can I have extra whipped cream?" Jake asked, eyes pleading up at Mav as he nuzzled towards the older man's side.

Mav kept on running his hand through Jake's hair as he pressed a smile to the boy's temple. "Of course, little prince."

---

Later on the Dagger Squad practically combusts when Iceman starts doing the same thing to them.

[callsign-dexter]

Surprise!

Request: Okay okay, you got me with protective Jake !! 😱This makes me think of an idea where the reader is his childhood friend but they haven't seen each other in a while due to his job. So you decide to surprise him at the base when he doesn't expect it, to tell him as well you're moving back to San Diego and he's more than speechless and unbelievable happy. So you catch up on the lost time and he gets always into protective mode when the other guys come near you but you become friends with all the daggers and Jake's mood lightened up 100% since you're here and it's all perfect ? 🫣

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Best Friend!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

San Diego, the sunniest and probably the warmest place on earth. You had just arrived and stepped out of your car in sunny San Diego. You loved it already and would continue to love it for the whole time you would be living there. The reason you were here was because you wanted to see your childhood friend, Jake Seresin, and you would be moving here after a wonderful job opportunity at none other than Top Gun. No, you weren’t a pilot but you were going to be the new maintenance supervisor for the F-18s. You were excited to say the least. You didn’t have a lot of stuff due to moving around. You needed a place to stay and quickly since you started tomorrow. First you needed to get to base and say hi to your bosses, which is where you were now. It was easy to get onto base considering you had your military ID. You knew that Jake was here and you were excited to see him.

As you walked into the building you passed many people in their military uniforms. You weren’t in yours considering you had just arrived. When you were halfway to Beau “Cyclone” Simpson’s office you heard a voice that you hadn’t heard in forever and a smile popped onto your face and you followed it. You walked over to the voices and saw the tall, blonde, and green-eyed man he was going on about something nobody had seemed to notice you besides a blonde haired and blue-eyed man with glasses and he smiled and waved and you waved back. As Jake took a break in his little back and forth, he was having with a darked haired woman you decided to speak up. “Don’t believe anything he says. He tends to over exaggerate on stories.” You said and you could see him tense up and started to turn around.

“How the hell-” He began and then he saw you and the tension melted away and had the biggest smile on his face “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked, bringing you into a hug that you missed so much.

“Well, I decided to surprise you! So, surprise! Also, I’m moving here.” You said and hugged him back and closed your eyes.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say.” He said as he pulled away.

“Bagman, not knowing what to say? That’s a first.” A man with a mustache said and everyone laughed as Jake flipped him off. “You gonna introduce us?” He asked but Jake couldn’t stop looking at you smiling and you shook your head.

“I’m Y/N “Galaxy” Y/L/N, the new F-18 Maintenance Supervisor.” You said

“I heard we were getting a new one but that was about it. Hi, I’m Natasha Trace callsign Phoenix.” Natasha said “Let me just add, thank you for finally getting Bagman here to shut up and it’s going to be so nice having another female around here.” She said and then pulled you into a hug and you laughed.

“I’m Javy Machado callsign Coyote. Jake here has told me a lot about you.” He said and you chuckled.

“All good things I hope.” You said with a chuckle and elbowed Jake you had rolled his eyes at you but the smile never left his face.

“I’m Robert Floyd callsign Bob.” Bob said and you smiled at him.

“I love the callsign. It is so simple and I love it. Plus, your glasses make you look cute.” You said and he blushed and ducked his head. There was one thing about you that Jake loved and that is that you said what you thought and took crap from anyone.

“I’m Bradley Bradshaw callsign Rooster.” Bradley walked over and took your hand and kissed it and you smiled and Jake did not like that one bit.

“Back off, Chicken.” Jake said, taking your hand out of his and pushing him away and you just shook your head.

“Mickey Gracia callsign Fanboy. Maybe that you're around Jake will lighten up and stop being well Jake.” Mickey said and you turned to look at Jake.

“Have you been a jerk to them?” You asked and he shook his head.

“It’s called tough love.” He said

“Tough love my ass. I’m Ruben Fitz callsign Payback.” He said and shook your hand.

“Galaxy? How did you get that name?” Natasha asked and you smiled.

“Jake gave it to me first then my old squad gave it to me despite not being an aviator. I loved looking at the stars and knew everything about the galaxy and space. I geeked out once and the name just stuck.” You said with a smile and so did Jake he remembered when it happened.

“I love it.” Natasha said

“Why thank you.” You said and then looked at your watch “I need to go and meet Cyclone. Jake, do you want me to show me the way to his office?” You asked and he nodded his head and put a hand on your back as you both turned and started to head off. “It was nice meeting you all. I look forward to working with you and hanging out with you.” You called over your shoulder as you got a chorus of ‘you too’ and ‘goodbye’.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Jake asked as you walked.

“I literally got the call about it yesterday.” You said and leaned into him briefly.

“I just can’t believe you’re here and staying.” He said and you smiled. Jake was like a brother to you. He was there through every breakup and every emergency trip. The thought of you two dating didn’t sit well with either of you so it was never pursued. You both were happy being friends. “Have you found a place yet?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Nope.” You said popping the p.

“Well, you’re in luck. I need a roommate.” He said

“Jake.” You started

“I’m not taking no for an answer.” He said and you sighed.

“Fine. I’ll meet you at my Jeep after I’m done here.” You said as you both arrived at the office.

“Deal.” He said as you knocked on the door and heard a faint ‘come in’ and you turned the handle and walked in giving Jake a smile.

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The meeting went great and as you said your goodbyes to Cyclone, Warlock, and Maverick you walked to your Jeep where Jake was standing and he smiled when he saw you. “How was it?” He asked and you smiled.

“Went really well! I'm excited to be working with y'all.” You said as your southern accent came out just a tiny bit like it always dies when you were around Jake.

“Great! Now I know my jet is in great hands under a person that I trust.” He said and gave you a little nudge. “Now let's get to my place where you'll be staying.” He said.

“I'll stay until I find myself a place.” You said as you opened the driver's side door and he shook his head.

“Not a chance.” Jake said and you chuckled.

“We'll see about that. I'll follow you.” You told him and he nodded as you got into your Jeep and him into his truck that was right beside yours. It didn't take long to get to his place and he lived close to the base and a bar called The Hard Deck which you think you'd really like. He pulled into the driveway and you pulled in right next to him. You were just about to get out when he opened the door for you.

“Now we can catch up and then meet everyone at The Hard Deck.” He said as you got out “We can unpack you later.” He added when he saw you looking at your stuff about to grab it. You huffed he always knew what you were thinking.

“Fine.” You said and followed him into the cozy little house and when you walked in you were surprised by how warm it felt.

“Beer?” He asked and you nodded.

“Please.” You said as he walked to the fridge as he set his keys down and you did the same. He grabbed two and then pointed towards the living room where you followed and sat on the couch. He opened the beer and gave it to you.

“So, what have you been up to? It’s been forever and I missed you.” Jake said as he took a drink of his beer and then looked at you as you took a drink of your beer.

“Well, let’s see I was last stationed at Naval Air Station Fallon in Fallon, Nevada and then we got deployed to South Korea for 6 months and then we came back and I got stationed at Top Gun. My mother died 2 months ago due to an incurable illness and then dad died a month after. My brother and sister never talk to me and they only showed up for the funeral and then left. My boyfriend of 5 months broke up with me because he cheated on me while I was deployed.” You told him and he looked at you with an unrecognizable look on his face, one that almost was of pity. “Don’t look at me like that.” You said and turned to look away from him as you took a drink of your beer.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Jake said not knowing what to say.

“It’s alright. I’ve always had a rough life so this is nothing new.” You said and looked at him and he shook his head.

“You don’t deserve this. Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve been down there in an instant.” Jake asked you set your beer on the coffee table and turned to look at him fully.

“Because we hadn’t talked in years. We saw each other at graduation and then you were heading off to basic training.” You said “I went two years after you. I was taking care of mom. I didn’t want to go but she didn’t want to hold me back and told me to go and so I did.” You said with a shrug and he sat his beer down on the coffee table next to yours and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m here for you now, Galaxy. You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, I promise.” He said and hugged him back and sunk into his embrace you truly did miss his hugs and his smell. You closed your eyes taking in the warmth and felt him drop a kiss onto your head. After a few moments of being in each other's arms you both released each other. You two stayed up and talked about your lives and just catching up in general and then you both ending up falling asleep.

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The next morning you both got up early and had breakfast together and then you both were heading off the base. Neither you, Jake, or any of The Daggers saw each other throughout the day, due to you being busy getting into a routine and meeting your teammates that you really liked and everyone got along unlike your last squad. Before you knew it, it was time to leave while packing up getting ready to leave Jake and The Daggers showed up and you smiled when you heard Jake calling out your name. “Hey, Galaxy! We’re heading off to The Hard Deck. Wanna join?” He asked and you smiled.

“Of course! Let me finish up here and I’ll be there.” You said and went back to finishing up what you needed. He turned to the others.

“You guys go on. We’ll meet you there.” Jake said

“Woah! Jake waiting up for someone? That’s new.” Mickey said and Jake rolled his eyes.

“I can be nice when people deserve it. Now go on. We’ll meet you there.” He said and they left. You smiled and shook your head and in no time you were done and you both were heading off to The Hard Deck.

When you reached your destination he opened the door for you and the both of you walked in and straight to the bar. You saw a nice blonde haired woman working and she smiled at Jake. “Jake, I see you finally decided to join! Who is this you have with you?” She asked.

“Penny meet Y/N. Y/N meet Penny. She is the owner of the bar.” Jake said and you and Penny smiled at each other.

“Hi Penny! Nice to meet you! You have such a lovely place.” You said and she smiled.

“Oh don’t flatter me. What can I get you?” She asked

“Let me see if I still remember it.” Jake cut in and you tipped your head in a motion like ‘go on’ with a smirk “She’ll take a Long Island Iced Tea with lemon and put it on my tab.” He said, looking at you as you nodded.

“You got it.” Penny said

“You actually remembered.” You said

“Of course. How could I forget?” Jake said as Penny came back with your drink and what you were assuming was his original.

“Thank you, Penny.” You said and smiled and nodded and you both headed over to the group where you all greeted each other.

“Where have you been all this time?” Natasha asked and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” You asked her.

“Ever since you have come here, Jake has been so much happier and so much more friendly and he hasn’t been leaving anybody hanging.” Natasha said and everyone agreed.

“She makes me happy. I would do anything for her.” He said and you nodded and it was left at that. As the night went on you had been hit on more times than you could count or liked but you didn’t have to worry about it for long because Jake was always there to scare them off and you were grateful and you weren’t looking for a relationship right now. You were quick to make friends with everyone especially Bob, he was quiet and reserved and you really liked that and he didn’t try to hit on you.

As you mingled about with the squad Jake stood back watching and smiling. He was definitely glad to have you close and it was true you did make him happy. He was a little protective when the guys tried to hit on you and he was there ready to step in but you handled and they quickly backed down. Everyone quickly became protective of you especially when it came to strangers coming up to you and trying to get with you and let Jake back down on his protectiveness some but not all the way. Jake was just happy to have his true friend that he had known for years back in his life and he was not letting go this time.

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[attapullman]

The Boys Are Back / Whodunit? Origin Story

Summary: When best friends and childhood sleuths Bob Floyd and Mickey Garcia grow up, everything seems less fun. Thankfully things are about to completely change for these two hometown goofs.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, 80s inaccuracies, sci-fi opinions do not reflect that of the author

A Note From Mo: As would be the only appropriate gift for providing the inspiration for Whodunit?, happy birthday @bobgasm! Thank you for loving these two as much as me and helping make their story as fun as it is. Wishing you the best birthday on New Zealand time (we'll be celebrating America time as well, don't worry 😉)

origin story / prologue / whodunit? masterlist

“Are you really trying to convince me that Return of the Jedi is better than The Wrath of Khan?” Mickey couldn’t wipe the look of disgust off his face at this zit-faced teenager at the counter. The two fairly recent box office hits were a common disagreement, and this kid came in thinking he knew all that and a bag of chips.

“Force lightning? Luke trying to redeem his father? Dude, George Lucas made the last two movies true masterpieces, cinematic perfection!” 

Rolling his eyes, aware that this knucklehead has no clue who he’s going against (all the best film geeks in town knew to not go against Fanboy Garcia and his sci-fi knowledge), Mickey dropped the copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark into a plastic bag along with the receipt.

“The Wrath of Khan brought people to tears. Invested us deeper into the characters we’ve loved for years, grown up with. Spock’s death shocked an entire nation, no doubt about it. And don’t be stupid, Vulcan nerve pinch defeats Force lightning every time.” He slides the bag across the counter with a scoff. “Movie is due back Tuesday. Come back with some real ammunition next time, airhead.”

Cheeks red, the teen grabs his bag and scuttles out of the Blockbuster. The bell chimes and suddenly the shop is empty. 

While the access to new releases and movies in the break room were great perks, Mickey was so over this job. The blunderhead teens with their gnarly opinions, the bratty moms who always complain about the return dates. It’s just renting a movie for a week, not that complicated. When was his cousin going to get back to him about that maintenance gig at city hall? The sci-fi fan slumped against the counter and continued watching the copy of Legend they just got in.

Across town, Bob was also struggling with his work day. When was everyone going to realize he didn’t set the price of parts? He wasn’t even really a mechanic, just a guy who needed a summer job in high school and never stopped coming in. A star employee, he enjoyed the puzzle of putting components together and the purr of a perfectly oiled engine. 

It may not have been his dream job, but the free parts for his ’65 Mustang and the content silence he and his uncle worked in wasn’t horrible.

Two more customers come in and try the haggle the price. Neither are impressed with the calm way Bob explains the cost of labor and parts, rubbing his greasy palms impatiently on his coveralls as he breaks down why he doesn’t work for free. And when he asks if they’d like him to undo the work to cut the cost, pocketbooks are pulled out and he’s got money in his pocket for beers later.

His uncle is long gone by the time Bob locks up the shop with a heavy padlock on the garage door. His boots scuff in the dirt as he makes his way to the Mustang, her blue paint shining in the late summer sun. She was stunning.

The breeze whipped through his hair - too long for his mother’s liking - as he drove across town. Mickey was just opening the door to The Alibi as he parked on the street. The best friends tip their heads in greeting.

“Bobby.”

“Fanboy.”

The two slap their hands together. Palms first, then two slaps from the back, before looping around to fist bump. A handshake from elementary school that somehow has carried on twenty years. After a few drinks a shimmy will make its way into the mix.

They take up residence at the bar, the same spot they’ve occupied a few nights a week since they walked out of that Navy enlistment meeting and never looked back. The bartender always knows to hand out whatever’s cheapest unless they’re holding paychecks.

“How many people confuse Star Wars and Star Trek today?” The cutting glare Mickey gives him says it all. Probably not the best time to make a Darth Khan joke.

Lost in the clatter and whoops of the bar, the best friends mull over their meaningless hourly jobs and contemplate the meaning of ‘the man’. Bob’s leather jacket hangs off the stool back, the sticky air of the bar clinging to the twentysomethings’ skin. One beer becomes two, two becomes three as the weekend arrives.

A loose curl hanging over his forehead, Mickey makes eyes contact with a babe across the room. He’d happily spend the evening with those beautiful eyes. The only perk of this dingy bar is it’s the only one in town, and a mix of old classmates and new-in-towns keep the dating game fresh.

Bob himself does a quick look around at the night’s prospects, doing a double take. No, it couldn’t be. When did the police captain’s daughter get back into town? She shoots an amiable smile and nod back before turning to her own drink and friends. 

Mickey raises his eyebrows at his bud. Bob shoves him off his stool on the way to the bathroom.

As the night progresses, only the young and the young at heart (and alcoholics) are still in their seats at The Alibi. The best friends are a handful of beers deep, leaning across the bar to chat with Mickey’s childhood neighbor, Tom - a gruff guy with a beer gut and a penchant for belching when he laughs. They love making him laugh.

“I tell you two about the rocks that keep showing up on my doorstep?”

Mysterious rocks? The boys lean in closer, their light denim-clad pelvises nearly over the bar top. Shaking their heads, all ears, they urge Tom for more information.

“Been happenin’ for months now. At first I didn’t think anything of it. Animals maybe? But they keep getting bigger and bigger. Tripped over one the size of a melon yesterday, stupid fucking rock. Belchhhh.” The boys snicker into their beers. “Can’t figure out who’s doing it. Gonna end up breaking my front step with a mountain one of these days.”

The boys exchange a look as they contemplate the conundrum. Who would just leave rocks on Tom’s doorstep? Wouldn’t it get old after a few weeks? And rocks of all things?

“It’s not that big of town. Who could it be?” Mickey cocks his head to the side. Tom has always been a nice guy. A little oblivious, but harmless. “Your ex-wife back in town?”

The bearded man shakes his head, scratching the underside of his belly as he realizes it’s time to call it a night. 

As Tom goes to pay his tab, Phil, who’s been manning the bar at The Alibi since before LBJ was in office, spoke up. “You two solved mysteries as kids, yeah?” 

The young men give him a perturbed look, confused why he’d bring up their silly sleuthing games from decades before. Hesitant, Bob nods. Who could forget the years spent hunched in random hiding spots, notebooks and binoculars at the ready. Mickey still had a scar from falling out of the second floor stairwell in the community center.

Tom is delighted, his drunken eyes lighting up. “Any chance you two could take a whack at figuring out who’s leaving all these fucking rocks on my doorstep? There’s a twenty in it for ya.”

It’s been…years since they last solved anything. Petty crimes from other classmates, some neighborhood drama, but that was before puberty. Did they still have the gift?

“Sure man, why not?” Shoulders are shrugged, hands are shook tipsily. They’d stop by in the morning before their shifts. Natural curiosity has them dying to see the assortment of rocks.

Tom heads out and the boys clink the necks of their bottles together, enjoying the last sip of the night. Who knew where this was going, but they were always up for a challenge.

A week later, the two returning sleuths are hunched over behind a bush with a pack of pretzels and a six-pack, mud caking Mickey’s new Air Forces. There’s cigarette stubs in the dirt and they’ve been arguing over the best flavor of Fanta for an hour.

In the wee hours of the morning Tom’s next door neighbor sneaks into his garden to place a rock roughly the size of a pumpkin on the front step. The shared fence issue Tom thought to be resolved? Definitely not. 

Another neighborhood drama solved. Twenty dollars in their pocket.

But with the solve comes a burning itch that Mickey can’t scratch. Keeps him up at night, lives in the corner of his brain while he rents movies to bored-face teens. A blazing fire that can only be tended, not extinguished.

“What if we started our own detective agency?”

Bob spat out his ginger ale on Mrs. Garcia’s freshly cleaned granite countertop. Was Fanboy tripping?

“C’mon man, why not? Put up some flyers and solve whatever rinky dink shit comes up in our free time? Make some extra cash? We might actually be able to move out on our own. Don’t you want freedom?” 

They’d been bitching about it for months, wanting to get out of their childhood bedrooms and actually do something with their lives. So the Navy wasn’t for them, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t serve their community in other ways. Maybe this was the answer to their unsure futures.

Bob grabbed his best friend’s hand, the decade-old handshake turning into a brotherly hug. “Just promise me we won’t get into anything too crazy. I like my Sundays on the couch.”

In six months they’d raised the cash for their own apartment, a small two bed in the dusky pink modular building off Main Street. In a year the amateur sleuths had been in the local paper twice. And two years and several police case assistances later, they stood across from the police captain’s daughter, not a smile in sight.

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[hermannsthumb]

hiiiii im a HUGE fan of your work. i was wondering if you would care to do #23-bonfire or #15-bobbing for apples off the fall prompt list?

23. Bonfire

from autumn fic prompts here

i had enough time today to bang this one out really fast, because i desperately wanted to write something halloweeny after spending all month working on the hallozine! take a short fic with some dumb boys (the best kind of boys) making out! (ALSO THANK U!!!)

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Newt usually doesn’t bother hitting up Shatterdome parties, mostly because he’s become too high-strung, like, 80% of the time to actually enjoy himself at anything that cuts into time that could be spent doing something useful in the lab (he can’t believe he’s actually saying that), but the flyers posted semi-discreetly on corkboards around the base for this year’s Halloween bash caught his eye. A rooftop Halloween bonfire. The brazenness of advertising something so clearly a massively illegal fire hazard impressed him, and in the spirit of sticking it to the man Newt felt like he was obliged to go.

He half-asses a costume an hour before the bonfire starts with the help of some random shit he finds around the lab and shows up fashionably late with a six-pack of low quality beer he shoved into the back of the lab minifridge a couple months ago. The bonfire is being held at the same rooftop he and Hermann sometimes sneak off to to bitch at each other in private when they need some fresh air, to Newt’s surprise, since he’s been operating under the assumption for several years now that they're the only two who know about it. Hermann was the one to pick the lock on the maintenance access door, after all.

The bonfire is more of a controlled campfire in a metal fire pit and being heavily monitored by a j-tech with a poker in a Frankenstein’s monster costume, but Newt finds it admirable all the same.

He trades his six pack in for something that looks moderately less awful from a booze table and takes in the party. There’s Halloween party garland and orange-purple string lights strung around the railings, a few lit up Styrofoam jack-o-lanterns smiling on the snack tables, and generically spooky instrumental music blasting from someone’s Bluetooth speaker. Most of his fellow partygoers are unrecognizable in their costumes.

Well, not everyone.

He’s more than slightly astonished to see Hermann hunched in on himself at the far end of the roof (their spot, Newt would call it, if he wanted to get all sentimental about it), illuminated by string lights, the hood of his massive green parka tucked down low over his face and his fingers wrapped tight around what looks like the same kind of beer as Newt. Hermann doesn’t really do stuff like this, you know, the whole socializing, making an effort to make an effort thing, and—on top of that—he scoffed when Newt tried to subtly imply yesterday over lunch that he should tag along with Newt to the party. Fire hazard, he said, I have no desire to be written up by the Marshal because I’m a huge kiss-up nerd with absolutely zero Halloween spirit, Newton, or, you know, something like what.

Newt makes a beeline for his colleague before Hermann can look up and make a beeline of his own straight out of here. Then again, Newt was the one to invite Hermann in the first place, so he has to imagine the guy won’t completely mind breathing the same air as him for a few minutes.

“Nice costume,” Newt says, sidling up next to Hermann. Hermann doesn’t bother greeting him like a normal human being, just sighs in the put-upon way he likes to direct at Newt alone. “What are you going as, a big nerd?” He plucks at the sleeve of Hermann’s parka. “How are you not dying in that thing right now?”

The Octobers here are very different from the quaint, chilly little New England falls Newt grew up with: warm and humid, and absolutely way too warm and humid for Hermann’s ridiculous big coat. Hermann ignores him, so as payback Newt steals and takes a swig from his beer while Hermann makes a noise of protest. "Did you at least sterilize that equipment before coming up here?" he finally says. “I don’t believe anyone will be very pleased if you get kaiju slime all over the punch bowl. What are you meant to be, anyway?”

“Obviously I’m a mad scientist,” Newt says. He snaps his work goggles down awkwardly over his glasses and pops the collar of his white labcoat, which he’d painstakingly splattered with some blue dye that vaguely resembles kaiju blood. (He was tempted to use actual neutralized blood for authenticity’s sake but ultimately decided that would be a stupid, possibly biohazardous idea.)

Hermann arches his eyebrows, apparently unimpressed.

“Whatever, dude, at least I put in some effort,” Newt says. He pushes the goggles back up and makes a face at Hermann. “I thought you weren’t gonna come to this thing anyway?” Hermann had been pretty adamant about it being a stupid idea.

“I wasn’t intending to,” Hermann says, scowling, and in retaliation swipes Newt’s untouched beer. “I happened to be here when it started—I didn’t realize it was being held at this particular rooftop. I thought I may as well stay. I haven’t got anything better to do, after all.” He takes a sip of Newt's beer.

“Ooh, you party animal,” Newt says.

He tugs Hermann’s hood down off his head so he doesn’t have to think about how bad Hermann must be sweating under it anymore. Beneath it Hermann’s hair is messy and a little staticky, sticking up in the back, and his cheeks and ears are flushed red from either alcohol or heat or both, visible even in the low light. It’s really pretty cute.

Feeling bold, Newt tugs him forward by the parka’s zipper and kisses him. He feels Hermann’s frown gradually smooth out to a stoic just-there smile beneath his lips. Hermann taps his chest gently. “Newton, not in public,” he mumbles.

Pavlovian response to kiss Hermann, Newt thinks; they make out here at least every other week. And anyway, it’s dark enough and they’re far away enough from the crowd around the bonfire that you’d really have to squint to tell who they are, so it's not really that public. Newt recognized Hermann immediately, obviously, but that’s because he instinctively looks for Hermann upon entering any given location on the base. Newt’s being so sentimental tonight. He’s not sure what’s gotten into him.

“You can just admit you wanted to check out the bonfire,” Newt says. “That’s a significantly less weird reason for lurking around in the dark than being too stubborn to leave when everyone crashed your super emo brooding time. You can have fun sometimes, Hermann.” Newt could maybe use that reminder too. “We can have fun,” he amends.

“I wasn’t brooding,” Hermann says.

“Then what were you doing?” Newt says, and at the little embarrassed flick of Hermann’s eyes to the ground, he quickly develops a hypothesis. “Dude, were you waiting for me to get here? And in our spot? Why didn't you just say you changed your mind?”

“I was not,” Hermann says, but he’s the one to close the gap between them this time. Hermann always kisses a little hesitantly at first, like he’s not sure if he’s doing it right, or that Newt is suddenly gonna change his mind three seconds in, but he also gets into it just as fast, and the payoff is always worth it. Soon he’s sliding his hand up the side of Newt’s face and toying with the strap of his safety goggles, his lips parting under Newt’s.

In public! Newt thinks to exclaim, but that’s definitely enough to cut things very, very short, so he keeps his stupid thoughts to himself and grabs the front of Hermann’s parka. “How long do you think we have before they shut this down?” Newt gasps when Hermann slides down to kiss under his jaw. “The—the bonfire, I mean.”

“Not very long,” Hermann says against his throat. “I’ll be fast.”

[abilouwrites]

DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKED AT YOU?

Me when Trevor Zegras 😽😽😼😼😻😻😻

I’d never seen him with such a fondness in his eyes. Watching with such focus as I lap around the arena. Stretching tall and lifting legs in preparation of a short routine. His teammates simply talk between each other but he doesn’t utter a word.

I see him in the corner of my eye, crossing my legs to gain speed. I let myself glide for a moment before an axel. The music is in my ears, hair fluttering in a ponytail.

The sharp twists and turns never give me whiplash, nor make me dizzy. It’s the sore of my knees and the shouting of my coach that make this much harder than it needs to be.

“Spin god damnit!” She shouts, “You look like a Floppy Turkey! Use your core not your knees” her hair is neat and straight. Bobbed and she’s wearing a thick coat even as I’m sweating through a tank top.

She doesn’t even let me finish before she sees my knees buckling and kicks me off the ice. She sternly marches onward, “get your knee looked at or I won’t let you on the ice. Do not make the same mistakes I did”

I know she means it from the heart but it still hurts. After giving something your all and still not being good enough. Even though she doesn’t say it it still sucks.

I see him again, still watching me as I plop down next to him to put my guards on. “You were good out there. Really uh delicate on the ice”

I purse my lips and smile and nod deciding to take my skates off and put in my shoes. “Thank you, I’m sorry we took so long. I heard your rink got closed for maintenance” I apologize and make idle conversation with him

“Yeah, don’t be sorry, the boys weren’t to keen but I think we should all be grateful to be skating, right?”

I smile and nod, “y/n” I introduce myself

“Trevor.. maybe I’ll uh see you around” he smiles, “oh do you have a pen?”

I nod and give it to him, he takes my arm and writes his number on it, “I really hope you don’t have a boyfriend”

“It’s a good thing I don’t I guess”

[sombrashe]

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𓉸ྀི the glory hole confessional

𓉸ྀི Adam Faulkner-Stanheight

𓉸ྀི content gender neutral!reader, chubby!reader, glory hole, blowjob, reader and adam had a one night stand before

Huffing your loafers nearly have you slipping down the stairs. Skidding a little you use your grip on the handrail to keep from fully falling on your ass. Making your way down the stairs you enter the dim bathroom. Ignoring the blaring red flags that come from a bathroom like this you shove your way into a stall. Taking a few precious seconds you cover the seat in a wad of toilet paper. No part of you was touching that seat inadvertently or purposefully. When you feel comfortable with the barrier you created you can finally go. Not even a few seconds into your piss and you notice a decent-sized hole in the wall. Oh fuck, do not tell me my building has a glory hole. Finishing up you want to get out of there as fast as possible.

Going to leave you nearly shriek as a cock is pushed through the hole. You're just about to high-tail it out of there until you notice a dot on the tip of the cock. It was dark so it made it hard to see but you know that birthmark. Kneeling you make sure not to touch any part of the dingy stall. Reaching, you take a closer look and on further inspection, you definitely know this birthmark. This dude in your building took your picture one day last week and one thing led to another and ended with your ankles hoisted over his shoulders. Well hell, you might as well take the opportunity.

Dancing your fingers across his cock it brushes against the top of the hole and you have to grab it to keep it steady. He's already groaning and you chew on your bottom lip to keep from laughing. He was a lot more reserved when you had sex so it's nice to listen to him let go a bit. Lowering your head you take a moment to lick at the birthmark before you're sucking him into your mouth. Bobbing your head slightly unable to fully commit out of fear of bumping against the wall. Making sure to focus solely on his tip has him groaning out. His sounds have you growing a wet spot through your bottoms.

You let out a few small moans and deep groans, the vibrations sending shockwaves up his spine. He can't help the babbling that escapes his mouth. He's only slept with one person who focused this heavily on his tip most just trying to stuff as much of him down their throat as possible. He wondered if it was you down on your knees sucking him off. He was nearly pressed full body against the stall wall only his face hung back as he panted into the air. He can feel that coil in his abdomen starts to tighten. He can barely comprehend it before it's unwinding and he's cumming into your warm mouth. Breathing heavily to himself he pulls back and shoves his limp cock back into his briefs. It doesn't take you more than two seconds before you're barreling out of the bathroom and he hears the heavy door slam after you.

As you walk up the stairs back to your apartment you can't help but thank God for it being maintenance day.

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[oneforthemunny]

Can I please request teacher reader buying Eddie flowers, or something that is low-key but ends up bringing him to tears because he feels so loved?

(He’s also totally the guy who saves every piece of the kids art from finger paintings to their little projects from school)

I hope you're ready for pain bitches (and by pain I mean such tender sweetness it will bring tears to your eyes)

It was a small promotion. Eddie had brushed it off like it was nothing, focusing more on the pay raise and diminishing the rest, but you wouldn't hear it. Squealing and wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tight to you as you rocked him back and forth with pure glee.

The superintendent had wanted to meet with Eddie, a fact that only a few hours earlier had him wracked with anxiety. Instead of the impending doom of being "let go" like he'd worried himself sick about, it was the opposite. A promotion.

The school needed to hire a maintenance worker for the middle school too, but the budget was tight. Not enough to pay an entire other salary, but enough to promote Eddie to janitor of the elementary school kids, and do some oddball maintenance work for them too. He supposed the time in the shop with Wayne had helped, the pay increase showed him that. The superintendent boasting on him about what a great job he did, they just needed more of him.

Eddie was thrilled, grinning when he told you, still a little shy and bashful about bragging on himself, promising that he'd finally get to take you and Oliver and Olivia on the vacation you deserved. You ignored his negative tone, cupping his cheeks and peppering his face in kisses. You were proud, so fucking proud. Beaming in adoration at him and he basked in it.

"Babe," Eddie called, plastic bags full of detergent and milk you'd sent him out for, kicking the door shut gently. "I got the stuff."

Eddie's ears perked, hearing the quiet shushing tones and tiny giggled from the kitchen. His brow raised, living room lacking tiny children watching cartoons or playing with toys.

Eddie called your name, fishing out his keys to sling them in the bowl, brows furrowed when he turned the corner. "Baby, are you-"

"Congratulations!"

Eddie startled, stepping back at the sudden sound, eyes rounding in surprise. The three of you, his tiny, perfect family, all stood in front of the kitchen table. Oliver on a chair, your hand on his back protectively, Olivia on your hip, clapping and gargling excitedly in her little baby blabber that always had Eddie's heart turning to mush. In the middle, a small pan cake. Strawberry frosting that read 'Congratulations Dad!' in sloppy frosting writing- no doubt Ollie's, judging by the sticky residue on his shirt.

"Look, Dad!" Oliver grinned. "We made you a cake!"

Eddie felt it coming, the burn of tears, throat constricting and strangling his words in his throat. "You did?" He lilted as best he could, clearing his throat lightly, too overcome with emotion.

"Uh-huh!" Oliver bobbed his head, too caught up in his own excitement to see how emotional Eddie was getting. "Mom let me break the eggs in, and-and stir it, and we both decorated it! Olivia tried to help, but she kept hitting it with her hands and it got everywhere." Oliver giggled, looking at his baby sister.

"We just wanted to say congratulations." You beamed, rubbing Olivia's back gently. "To show you how proud we are of you, and how happy we are for you."

Eddie pressed his lips together. He refused to cry. He couldn't. Not in front of the kids. "Wow." Eddie choked out, swiping at his nose as casually as he could. "I-I... I don't know what to say."

"Do you like it?" Oliver's voice was softer now, shoulders drooping in defeat.

"No, no!" Eddie said frantically, shaking his head. "I mean, yes. I just... I was really surprised." Eddie said genuinely, setting the bags down slowly. "And I am really thankful you guys did this all for me. So thank you." He nodded, jaw flexing to keep his tears from spilling.

"Congratulations, honey." You muttered, leaning up to press your lips to his in a short, sweet kiss over Olivia's head.

Eddie's hand found your cheek, stroking it lovingly, eyes swimming with emotion. Olivia squealed, squirming and reaching for her father, grabby hands at him that made Eddie smirk, hoisting her onto his own hip.

"Thank you, you guys." Eddie ran a hand over Oliver's head, pulling him closer to his chest. You beamed when you looked at them, Eddie's arm raising to let you in, so you were snuggled to his side, arm over Olivia's back, scratching Oliver's head gently. Eddie's lips pressed to your head, nose lingering over your scalp, breathing in the familiar scent of you to calm his emotions, heart swelling and bursting with love and pride. His little family.

[alacritysparked]

@gladiatorspxrked || continued from [ X ]

❝ As much as she would hate to admit it, she had been stunned a bit when he had come to her defense. The war had ended, and she had been on the Autobots side at the end of it all, yet it seemed for some, her reputation of being an ex-con trumped any bit of she good. Once the troublemakers scampered off, she focused her attention on the smaller mech in front of her. A frown stretched over her lips while cleaning his wounds - though a small laugh escaped her at his question. "I'm alright, thank you. It's been quite some time since someone stepped in to help me with a... disagreement." She hummed, her concern coming back a bit, "Are you okay, though? I didn't think they were that close to swapping blows yet." When he introduced himself, there was a spark of recognition. So this was Bumblebee. "It's Steamtrack. Nice to finally meet you face to face Bumblebee - though I just wish it had been under better circumstances." Another soft laugh left her as she continued cleaning him up. ❞

Now that the situation seemed to be under control and de-escalated successfully, Bee hissed as his new companion wiped energon away from ragged plating. Damn, he'd have to bother Knock Out later to help him make his arm look less like a chew toy.

"I'm sorry no one's helped you before, but I'm happy to be here now." He knew loneliness and he knew being on your own. It solidified his goals in this strange new world and maybe, it gave him a purpose. "Don't worry, I've had worse. I'm more annoyed that a certain someone is going to give me a long, boring lecture about my 'abysmal aesthetic maintenance.'"

Ah, there was the look. He was ready for everything that came with his reputation, but as Steamtrack continued like nothing changed, a big, genuine, relaxed smile stretched across his face. "Same, but either way, I'm happy we could meet. At this point, there's not many Autobots I don't know by face. So this is the best kind of surprise." Since the rest of him couldn't really move, his doorwings flicked and bobbed excitedly. It wasn't often Bumblebee truly made a new friend, and his excitement bled into his EM field.

"So before those idiots rudely interrupted, where were you heading?"

[thehomophobe]

Latest & Greatest Chapter 7: Superior Bots, Secondary Barrage, Super Besties

Through bustling streets and the chatter of people, you moved through the metropolitan underground. The GPS on your phone kept glitching in and out. (Wow. To this day and age, technology still has bugs.) You must've restarted your phone seven times after you left the hospital. You checked your messages to see if Vanessa ever responded back

(Y/N): Why? What do you need?

(Y/N): Where's the observation tower?

The messages on your phone was left alone and unresponsive. She didn't even leave you on read. She must be busy with whatever's going on at the tower.

Speaking of tower how is it so hard to find a tower in a city? Strike that, how is it hard for you to find a tower in a city? It's a tower for God's sake. Now you're here relying on your GPS on your shitty phone.

The screen glitched at you in jest. "Stupid thing." You cursed.

The app finally accepted defeat, allowing you to see the map clearly. The tower is just a few blocks down. Thank god! You thought you were turned around after all that fuss. You looked up from your screen, trying to pinpoint which tower is it. There's one made of glass with tinted windows covering the inside. There's one made of brick and mortar which was shorter than the rest. That one looks like a factory. It can't be the steel building on the left. Maybe the one with a satellites and electrical rods on top. No that probably the news broadcaster. 

There's no point in guessing, you got to get moving fast before Vanessa yells at you. 

So turns out the one with the satellites was the observation tower. You should've known. (Fucking dumbass) At least you didn't walk into the strip club that was neighbor it. 

Inside the tower were dozen upon dozen of radios. And not the kind you would have outside on windowsill. We're talking ginormous radios, the size of the IBM, with large microphones and headphones connected brings thin brightly colored wire. The broadcaster wore brown and each sat next to each other, tuning in and tuning out of different channels. They would plug in one wire and take out another. Their words jumbled together in egregious harmony, all asking and responding to whoever was beyond the headphones. It reminded you of the radios used during WW2, where the communes would sit together in a cramped dark room telephoning the soldiers out on the battlefield. You couldn't make out a single word from anyone's conversations. It wasn't until a woman in a beige sweater vest, brown pants and a bob took off her headphones and swiveled her chair to face you.

"Can we help you?" She chided, adjusting her glasses. She looked at you like you're retarded.

"Dr. huh..." You don't remember Vanessa last name. "Vanessa asked me to come here for something important."

"Go up." She pointed to the elevator. 

"Thanks." You said. She immediately puts her headphones back on and continued working. How sweet. 

As you rose from the bottom, what was the common darkness later revealing the shining light of the metropolis. You could see the roofs of the suburban housings, the dusty gray tops of facilities and shops. The shopping district lit up like a golden coin in the ocean. The maintenance facility looked like a kingdom on the horizons. The citizens looked like ants in the dirt. It was nice; it probably looks even better at night, when all the shops have their lights to contrast with the dark. A view like that, and to share it with someone you love, what could be better.

Your quixotic dreaming stop when the artificial lights go out and the wall of darkness greets you again. The elevator slowed to a halt. You made it to the top.

The doors open. If you thought there was a lot of radios on the first floor, get ready for this. 

Rows of radars and radios roll through the room.  The screens were dark with different patterns and circles color coded, tracking and predicting things that you don't quite understand just yet. Their lights being the only reason you could see since the blinds covered the daylight. In the middle was a map of the global spotted with little red dots that moved like particles on a science simulation. The hologram was colossal; with the top floor being massive, it looked like an observatory. Well obviously, it's called an "observation tower" (Fucking dumbass). 

"Where have you been?!" A familiar voice shouted. "I asked you to get here early and you just come walking in like a fucking dumbass."

"Hey! I texted you that I was coming. You never responded back!" You argued. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you proved your claim with evidence. The same two text were there followed by another one.

(Y/N): Found it.

"Ugh I can't even argue with you right now. Just come here." Vanessa ordered. Sadly you obeyed the scientist, even if she was a bitch. 

"So what's up?"

"I've been analyzing your video, trying to accurately distinguish how far you searched. The factory line. Was there any reason you investigated it?" 

"The survivor needed to find someone in there."

"Did you find them?"

"Like I said, we were attacked. The raptures flushed us out the doors before looked any further." Vanessa hummed at your response. "What's wrong?"

"I was concerning about the sudden rapture population. It increase by 3.89% in the past few weeks. That means the at least over 7 million raptures have inhabited the world by now, with here having about 1.2 million rapture across our territories."

...

Y-You weren't confused. You were just running the numbers...

"And?" 

"And," Vanessa finagled with the hologram, zooming into the conquered areas the Final Nation acquired. Another button sorted the map into pieces, the territories the chief commanders had declared. "it has been reported that hoards--or as you said "hives"--of raptures have been inhabiting large spacious areas like factories and power plants." The map showed videos of other commanders: Schmidt, Conners, Baroulette, Fitzgerald and other surnames you've never heard of labeling the holographic map with their record data. You could catch the other androids in combat and investigating the ruins left on the world. "Squadrons were asked to bring home as much evidence as they can for the science center to compare. Pieces of raptures parts, strange machinery, any that didn't look man-made." You felt a little jealous. These commanders look so cool...way cooler than you did...

"What did you find?"

"That those rapture pieces are significantly stronger than the ones originally. Which means--"

"They're getting stronger?!" You completed her sentence.

"Exactly." Vanessa nodded. "Somehow, the steel we use here on Earth fused with the raptures' armor created a harder shell for them. Thus, it be harder for regular guns like ours to penetrate their bodies." She concluded. Guess the pistol you got from Beatriz is useless now.

"Does that mean the android fighter guns won't hit their shells as fast as before?" You asked, worried about your comrades. 

"Yes, but the science center and the research lab planned for this enhancement. We've tested the new artillery already and donated it to all androids. The V.7 squadron was the last ones to get the upgrades." Vanessa commented. Well that's good. At least your squad won't be left behind. 

"Speaking of those guys, I hope your keeping an eye on them." The researcher crossed her arms. "I'm not letting the science center and research fund the repairs for them. It's your responsibility so don't come crying to me when one breaks down." She chided. 

"Of course. Thanks Dr. Vanessa." You smiled.

"Yeah yeah get out of here." 

After pass by the glaring eyes of the telecommuters, you couldn't stop thinking about the raptures. "Somehow, the steel we use here on Earth fused with the raptures' armor created a harder shell for them." They figured out a way to fuse with our materials and now they multiplied even more.

And their spreading.

You remembered seeing the news broadcast showing dozens of raptures stampeding over people. The camera catches glimpses of their claws gashing through the flesh of people. The reporter had to shout because the screams of the people and the call of the military muted his voice. He shouted about the war, the monsters, the horror. The innocent lives of woman and children. The camera was splashed with human organs. And then pitch black. 

*Rrr Rrr*

Hm?

You pick up your phone. A red notification alerted your messaging. A new but familiar person popped up on your screen, greeting you with a warm message.

Freddy: Hello Commander!

                                                                                                                                                                           (Y/N): Freddy?

Freddy: I am glad you responded to my message. I was worried you would "leave me on read."

You swore he had to be a dad in his past life.

                                                                                                                                                             (Y/N): I wouldn't do that to a friend.

You were half-lying. 

                                                                                                                                                                     (Y/N): Did you need anything?

Freddy: I came to ask where is your location and if you were not busy at the moment.

                                                                                                              (Y/N): I just came out of the observation tower. And I'm not busy.

Freddy: That is great Commander (Y/N). The concern is about Daya and their living quarters.

Daya? Who's Daya? 

Wait...

                                                                                                                                                                                                   (Y/N): Daya?

Freddy: Yes. Daya Panaglan, the survivor we've rescued from our first mission together. They have been properly healed from their ailment and lefted the hospital. 

Freddy: They wanted me to speak to you about their new living quarters here in the plex.

Oh shit. You completely forgot about that. You meant to return to your place and find a vacant place for her. It wasn't until Vanessa called for you when you got sidetracked. And you can't you use your phone to open the browser. (God you really need to fix your phone. Or get a new one.) You're surprised the messaging app even works.

You didn't respond to Freddy's text, unsure how to answer him. 

Freddy: Commander?

                                                                                                                                                                                   (Y/N): Yea Im still here.

Freddy: That is good. Daya would like to speak to you as well.

Oh god. The hell are you gonna say? "Hey sorry you gonna have to live on the streets for while cause i forgor :)." You can't leave Lorelei homeless like this. Maybe there's still some time to---

Freddy: hey sergeant shithead

Oh god...

Freddy: now about that "luxurious" housing...

Freddy: i got the stuff needed to register. i just need some help finding a good place

Freddy: we're outside the leasing office of one of the apartments

Great. At least they did some window-shopping without you. A link to the location was sent followed by the website for the apartments. Great, more shit with the GPS. At least this time you have a better sense on where it is; you've seen the complex before so there's no doubt you'll get lost this time.

You're glad majority of the places here are at walking distances. It's like New York City. You've been to New York many times before: from vacations to meeting family to visiting your brother while he was away at college. You remember walking through Manhattan, through Times Square, biking in Central Park, eating at Joe's Pizza, the view from the Statue of Liberty. You always thought New York was beautiful---an aesthetic in of itself. If it wasn't for how expensive it was to properly live there, you would move happily inside a cubicle of an apartment.

But it would've put you at a disadvantage against the rapture invasion.

When they came, majority of the people thought that they would be safe staying in New York due to the skyscrapers, subways and water-locked boroughs that can be traveled by the ferry boats. If only they left when they had the chance to. Airborne raptures snatched those who climbed the towers of fragile glass and weakened steel. Burrowing raptures cut off subway systems and power lines, they drilled through those who was prepped to be bury under the earth. Nautical raptures destroyed ferry boats and docks, making the people unable to flee the concrete jungle.

It was a massacre.

Only 10% of New York's population escaped the raptures.

And only 3% made it underground.

You thanked the Lord that Benison made it out of there before he was killed. 

"Commander (Y/N)! Over here!" A burly voice called out to you. You look to see Freddy waving over to you. Alongside him was a short, stout Filipina dressed in all black: A tank top covered by a long, heavy cloak, ripped jeans revealing the scabs of survival in the sand and boots with shin guards covering even more scarring from the surface. Her hands were in her pockets but you could see gloves outline the wrist and forearms. 

"Hey guys." You smiled, happy to see Lorelei on her feet.

"Hello Commander (Y/N)." Freddy greeted. "I'm glad you're here to aid Daya in finding them a new place to call home."

"Did you get it?" Lorelei asked.

"Get what?"

"The loan."

What loan?  "What loan?"

"You didn't get a loan?!" Lorelei shouted. What loan? Were you supposed to get a loan. All you remembered was to help Lorelei window shop for housing once you got to the complex. You shook your head.

"Lorelei assumed that you had the money to pay for their housing. Once I told her that you were never meant to get paid since it was your first mission on the surface, we conspired that getting a loan was your route of choice." Freddy explained. "However, I could see that you made neither option."

"You thought I had the money to pay for this by myself?!" Lorelei scorned. Of course you didn't, you knew---or at least assumed---that everything she owned was either burned or shredded by raptures. You didn't think she'd be making the decision today AT THIS VERY MOMENT. 

"I thought you wanted to look at all your options first..." You said meekly. 

"I don't have that kind of time sergeant shithead!" She's right. Dusk was slowly rolling in. The day was slowly ending. "So I'm gonna need that loan."

"...Right..." Yeesh. Today was not your day.

"Where are going to stay for the night Mx. Panaglan?" Freddy asked, equally concern for the safety of the survivor.

"A night" Lorelei looked at you as if you just grew a second head.

"Won't that hurt your paycheck?" She raised a brow. "If you even have one." 

"Just for the night until I get the loan for you." You thought this was the best solution for now. Either that or another stay at the hospital.

"Fine. But you paying for food too." You could live with that. Hopefully...

"Finally. Home sweet home." You sighed, groggily heading to the showers to clean yourself off. You had to get the loan for Lorelei tomorrow, she was already upset you couldn't get her a home on the first day and bulldozing through all your credits. Now you've got less than 3,000 credits left. (Fucking broke ass. Yeah you thought joke was over huh?) And you really got to get a new phone, this stupid thing couldn't work for shit! You cursed at your phone, staring into the dark screen menacingly.

*Rrr Rrr*

A notification popped up on your phone. "You've been invited to the group chat!" You open your phone again, looking at the number of messages underneath a new chat name: V.7 Squadron.

Chica added Freddy to V.7 Squadron

Chica added Montgomery to V.7 Squadron

Chica added Roxanne to V.7 Squadron

Chica added Sun to V.7 Squadron

Chica added Moon to V.7 Squadron

Chica added (Y/N) to V.7 Squadron

Chica: Yay everyone's here! ^0^

Freddy: Indeed we are Chica.

Montgomery: wtf is this

Roxanne: Chica why did have to put the dumb commander in the chat?

Ouch.

Freddy: Roxanne, you shouldn't insult the commander like that.

                                                                                                                                                                    (Y/N): Yeah even if I'm here.

Montgomery: fuck off meatsack

Montgomery: nobody asked you

Freddy: Monty please! There's no need for this.

Chica: I just wanted to invite everyone from the squad :(

                                                                                                                                                                           (Y/N): Thank you Chica. 

You assumed Sun and Moon were busy at the hospital and weren't allow to respond while working.

Freddy: Yes. Thank you Chica for inviting all of us.                                                                                                   

Chica: :D

Chica: I wish sun and moon didn't have to work some much at the hospital so they can join.

Montgomery: the last thing i want are those two clowns in here too

                                                               (Y/N): Those "clowns" are your squadmates Monty. You shouldn't bad mouth them either.

Moon: Unless you want your jaw ripped off your face. That could be a solid option.

Sun: Moonie don't say that!                                                                                                                                             

Freddy: Sun? Moon? Aren't you two at the hospital?

 Moon: We just left. We're heading back to the orphanage now.

Sun: Right before we pick up some things for the little ones!

Montgomery: tf with the exclamation points

Roxanne: Ok can we please do something about the chat name?! Its bugging me.

Freddy: What is wrong with the name Roxy? Are we not the V.7 Squadron?

Roxanne: Its just so naisc.

Roxanne: *basic

Montgomery: it is kinda dumb

Chica: We should make it cooler! like The Elites or The Super Soldiers B-)

                                                                                                                           (Y/N): If want to make a team name it has to unique to us.

Roxanne: Well there's nothing cool about you so mayeb you should sit this one out.

Freddy: I believe we could create a better name for this group chat. Especially if we're going to use this to communicate with each other more often.

Chica: How about "The Rolling Thunders"?

                                                                                                                                             (Y/N): That doesn't really sounds right for us.

Chica: "The Behemoth Squadron"?

Freddy: We're not exactly giants.

Montgomery: yeah the fleshbag only 5'3 

Chica: "Classified Reconnaissance Crew"?

Moon: We're too infamous to be called classified.

Chica: I'm running out of ideas guys =[

The chat when silent as everyone tries to create the new name for the group chat.

Roxanne: Hye does anyone else notice these letters on thme?

Roxanne: *them

A picture of what looks like a shoulder revealed bar code-looking print. You couldn't read the numbers--if they even were numbers--but two letters stuck out to you the most. SB

Montgomery: what's sb

Roxanne: Don't know but I just saw it todoay.

Roxanne: *today 

Roxanne: These damn claws

Chica: Hey I have that too :-O

Freddy: As do I.

Sun: Me too! And Moonie!

Montgomery: aye meatsack. know what that means.

You never seen those letters before. You never really pay mind to the androids like that. It feels wrong, especially if it's something on their body. 

(Y/N):  Sorry I've got nothing. 

Chica: Since we all have it, how about we name out squad after that! :D

Roxanne: The Superior Bots.

Moon: When have we ever gain superiority?

Roxanne: Sinve when we were created obviously.

Roxanne: *Sonce

Roxanne: *Since 

Roxanne: Fuck!

Montgomery: i like it

Montgomery: shows us how much better we are than everyone else 

                                                                                                                                                                                (Y/N): I'm not so sure about it.

Chica: Me neither :/

Freddy: How about The Secondary Barrage?

Montgomery: what's a barrage?

Roxanne: And why are we the second one?

Freddy: A barrage is a heavy barrier of artillery fire to protect one's own advancing or retreating troops or to stop the advance of enemy troops.

Freddy: Secondary means coming after, less important than, or resulting from someone or something else that is primary.

Roxanne: We aren't second best. We're the latest androids of the final nation. The gratest androids.

Roxanne: *greatest

Freddy: My apologies. I shall look for other words to replace "secondary". 

                                                                                                                                                               (Y/N): You don't have to do that Freddy.                                                                             

Sun: How about Super Besties?!

Chica: I like that one! ^o^

Montgomery: i veto

Roxanne: Me too.

Sun: What?! Why?!

Moon: I veto as well.

Sun: You too Moonie?!

Moon: Too cutesy

Moon: And we're not well acquainted enough to be considerd "besties".

Sun: (˘･_･˘)

Chica: Aww :[

                                                                                                                                                                             (Y/N): How about we sleep on it?

                                                                                                                                                                                             (Y/N): It is getting late.

 Moon: Adults should get more then 7 hours of sleep.

Moon: It's 10:56 PM. You should've been sleeping instead of being on your phone.

Freddy: Then we shall put this conversation to an end for now. Goodnight Commander (Y/N).

Chica: Night commander (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Sun: Sleep well sunshine!

 Moon: Goodnight commander. Makes you get your proper rest and sleep earlier tomorrow. 

Montgomery: get to bed meatsack

Freddy left the chat

Chica left the chat

Sun left the chat

Moon left the chat

Roxanne left the chat

Montgomery left the chat

You did what Moon said and head to bed.

[historybunnny]

About me - Simblr Edition

Thank you so so much for the tag @moonfromearth <3 it always means so much to me to get tagged in things like this!

rules: you can use any sims game to answer these questions!

your 3 traits: loner, creative, & (admittedly) high maintenance with honorable mention to freegan

your aspiration: inner peace

in-game world you'd live in: henford or tartosa!

favourite townie(s): so i had a realllly big crush on lilith pleasant as a kid so probably still her with honorable mentions to bob pancakes, bella goth & thomas bell (creature keeper).

most used pack(s): cottage living probably? it fits with historical gameplay a lot (though, really, i actually think you can make any world fit, you just have to be creative & do research into what other parts of the world were like!) and it's also what got me into playing the sims again!

favourite decor object (no cc): the basket of cozies from cottage living finds it's way into my builds always. i also really like the art cart 'look what i drew' display from growing together and then any of the ripped / disheveled wall & floor stains things from various packs; i just feel like they add a lot of personality.

something you want in the game: i really want more like blue collar careers. so like mechanics, welding, electricians, etc. i guess you can kind of allude to that with manual laborer but it's not a full time / well paying job when a lot of blue collar jobs are. i also really think trade school would be interesting even though that'll probably not happen in ts4's run. and i also really want a dentist career (i love / collect teeth) and actual gameplay surrounding caring for your teeth! and i'd really like to see a kit or pack that actually directly caters to elders. like canes, more wrinkles, thinning hair options, etc. yes you can get a lot of this through mods but i want it to just be in the game.

what colour is your plumbob right now; bright bright green! i just got back from london this past week and got engaged! ^.^ so i'm very over the moon, all smiles over here.

I'll tag @applesaucesims, @rinseesims, @aheathen-conceivably, @smurfingg & @come-hell-or-high-water, even though i'm sure most have already been tagged. if you wanna do this, you can also say i tagged you!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

It's a seashell

@cilil, my beloved, friend...You've suggested Ulmo x Manwë and I thank you so so so much for not freezing the poor bugger.

Here goes nothing :D

Words: 1094

Characters: Ossë, Uinen, Manwë x Ulmo

Warnings: Nudity, Tulkas' foot fetish, implied sexual tension

"It's a seashell," Ossë declared confidently.

The pealing snigger from Uinen deflated his triumphant demeanour in a single instant though and his brow puckered in confusion.

They had only just finished their work on their lord's latest contribution to the extensive agglomeration of pools and other pleasant spaces.

A discreet cluster of bubbles at the centre of the deep blue water filling this beautiful basin alerted Uinen to the imminent arrival of Lord Ulmo himself.

"Come away, you farceur," she giggled good-humouredly and led a quietly grumbling Ossë down a verdant path towards their other installations in need of maintenance.

"A seashell, indeed," Ulmo muttered and peeked out of the gently rippling water carefully.

"Ulmo?" A thunderous voice resounded from afar. "Can you imagine that there was no chaise longue to be had?"

Emerging in his full glory, Ulmo gave the Elder King an apologetic shrug.

"Arien is being generous today," he smiled, "and, as this part is not yet open to the public, I can vouch for you being able to lay claim to every single chair you see."

Drawing closer at great speed, Manwë gave a delighted wheeze at the sight of his friend's newest invention.

"Why, Ulmo," he gasped, "if my eyes do not deceive me—which they never do—this is a birdbath!"

Mirroring the elated grin of the one he held so dear, Ulmo spread his arms wide, the gleam of unadulterated pride shining brightly over his unfathomably enchanting visage.

"I've seen the Children remove their garments before bathing—should I do so too?" Manwë asked and—when Ulmo nodded encouragingly—he shed his light robe and threw it to the ground along with the towel his wife had so caringly provided, heedless of their fate in his impatience.

Flapping his wings excitedly, Manwë pushed himself off the ground to float above the crystalline surface of the pure waters—weightless as a feather—before alighting gracefully on the smooth edge.

The whole pool was shaped like a huge bowl, intricately ornate, and Manwë yearned to trace every etching and decoration in silent awe.

"Come in," Ulmo invited eagerly, "I have made sure that the water is refreshing but not cold."

"You're always taking such good care of me," Manwë cooed and dipped his naked foot—thanking Eru the One for Tulkas' absence—into the perfectly temperate liquid realm of that inviting vision in shimmering blues and greens before him.

"Dearest," he then murmured tentatively, "I am not entirely sure what to do now."

Ulmo frowned, taken aback. The oceans and rivers of this world and every other were his natural habitat and part of his very essence—he had never wondered how to approach or breach them as he was so uniquely attuned to them.

"Just...slide in?" he ventured hesitantly.

Never one to be daunted by challenges, Manwë launched himself into the pool—only to bounce off the surface and bob awkwardly on it for a humiliatingly long moment.

"Huh..." Ulmo exclaimed in profound astonishment.

He had not considered that the relative lightness of the Lord of Winds would prevent him from breaking the water's surface.

Mumbling something about density, he slid towards Manwë who was still skidding in a very ungainly manner across the smooth water.

"Take my hand," Ulmo encouraged and thus managed to halt the wobbly trajectory of the Elder King.

"It's lovely," Manwë said hastily, cupping his elegant, strong hands and pouring tiny amounts of clear water across his chest and down his muscular back. "I cannot thank you enough for sharing this marvellous creation of yours with me!"

"Manwë," Ulmo interrupted this frantic attempt to cover up the glaring failure of his plan with idle chatter, "my king, my friend, my love. Will you trust me?"

"I do," Manwë replied readily, a broad, joyful smile blossoming across his face.

Columns of water—delicate as drafts of air and smooth as the finest, coolest silk ever crafted—rose on either side of him and wound themselves around his body and limbs tenderly.

A small sound of surprise and earnest pleasure escaped Manwë as he felt the gentle embrace of the Lord of Waters pull him downwards carefully.

Soon, he was fully immersed in the cool lagoon—he could feel the feathers of his wings shiver as if caught in a sudden gust of wind and yet, his whole body felt heavier than it ever had in flight.

"Do not be afeared," Ulmo whispered into his ear, "I've got you."

"I am unafraid," came the cheerful answer. "This is very amusing indeed—it's strangely akin to flying and yet entirely different. I see now why the Children are so eager to gain the best spot by your waters and I shall resent them no more."

Blushing at that unexpected praise, Ulmo unwittingly tightened his hold on a being so powerful and entrancing that he had to fight the urge to keep him thus, entangled in his essence, forevermore.

"If you let me go," Manwë suddenly asked, "would I pop up like those round things the Children love playing with?"

"Yes," Ulmo laughed, flowing around the other caressingly and feeling the steady, happy beating of his immortal heart echo through the very core of his being. "You would."

"My wife is not here," Manwë said in a conspiratorial tone. "There is really nobody who would hold it against us. Should we try?"

Even though he was not strictly known for his playful nature, Ulmo was far from immune to light-hearted, innocent fun and thus, he gave Manwë a forceful tug downward before letting go of him.

Surging out of the water as if expelled, the Elder King soared into the endless sky that was his realm and domain like a shooting star—glorious in his nudity—and seemed to hang there for a perfect, unending moment.

His forbidden beauty eclipsed sun and moon and all his wife's stars to Ulmo, but saying so was a risk he dared not take.

Consequently, he merely opened his arms wide to catch his beloved as he plummeted back towards the pristine waters, evidently trying to cleave them by sheer willpower.

Maybe, Ulmo thought, the sound of Manwë's delighted hooting was not enough to quench the burning desire, churning within his core like an underground geyser, but it was more than he had dared imagine or hope for.

"Again," that supreme being now cheered, extending those mighty arms pleadingly.

Who was Ulmo—Lord of Waters and hopeless lover of the wind caressing the sea into gently cresting waves—to deny him?

@fellowshipofthefics: Here's part 1 of the penultimate prompt.

Thank you @cilil for this beautiful prompt!!! It was so fun!

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January 13 - Another fun week in Vero. David and I bought dinner for friends Dennis and Sharon as a thank you for watching Molly D while we were in CT.

Dinner at Pomodoro with Dennis, Sharon, Bob and Wendy

David and I were fortunate to have IP friends from VA raft with us for 2 nights. Steve and Glenda now own a Sabre powerboat, but we don’t hold that against them.

David and me with Steve and Glenda at Bobby’s Restaurant.

This past week has had its share of cold days. Not fun!

A brisk 47 outside . . .

And a chilly 54 INSIDE Molly D!!!

One afternoon, David and I and Bob and Wendy took the bus and then walked to the American Icon Brewery. It was Bob and Wendy’s first time at American Icon and the pizza did not disappoint.

American Icon Brewery

Wendy and I spent an afternoon shopping at TJ Maxx, Vero Beach Books and Publix. NO SPOUSES!! We also enjoyed salads at Vincent’s.

As if we weren’t having enough fun, we visited the VB Museum of Art, saw Mystic Pizza the musical at Riverside Theater and enjoyed a free concert at The Loop at Riverside Theater. Oh, and David and I walked and walked and walked.

Mysiic Pizza the musical

Friends enjoying Mystic Pizza with us

The men in deep concentration during game time

Sol A Maya left Vero this morning and headed south. It was sad to see them go but we will see them in Key West next month.

David and I took advantage of not having another boat rafted with Molly D to do some boat maintenance. With no boats on either side of her, we were able to give Molly D a good hull cleaning. We removed her ICW mustache, cleaned her waterline and gave her hull a soap and water wash. Not an easy task, as we used buckets of water to do the washing and rinsing. 46’, two sides, a lot of scrubbing and many buckets of water later, Molly D has a bit of shine to her hull. Won’t last long, but we know she was clean for a short time. Molly D’s top sides are dirty but we will clean those up when we are at a marina at the end of the month. Our plan is to leave Vero on or about the 24th. Plans always depend on the weather and we are hoping to have good weather for our departure. (We also believe in the Easter Bunny!)

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