#when i had to get up to get his carrier and stuff ready he was taking a nap on the couch where i left him and i took this pic

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[kotoku]

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synopsis - after making a decision, you pack up the last of the things your dear companion needs in the trunk. with your new friend secured carefully, you drive back home to organize all the new stuff you bought into your guest bedroom. hopefully they are liking their new home so far.

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It had taken a bit of walking back and forth but you finally settled–

–on one of the doves! You wanted to adopt Sunday and his sister, Robin, but someone had already reserved her. ˙◠˙

With a grunt, you loaded the trunk with the cage, food, toys, and other necessities that would ensure Sunday’s comfort. He was placed in a little carrier with wide holes to breathe and see through, big enough to freely move around as you secured him in your passenger's seat. 

Throughout your drive home, you could hear him pacing around in his carrier. Your fingers tapped on the steering wheel as you would glance at him every now and then. You were starting to get worried about him, not wanting to cause a lot of stress for him on his first day in his new home. 

When you finally reached your house, you quickly unloaded your car and brought him in, careful to not tussle the box. 

Your home was pretty big but cozy. You had a guest room in case any of your friends were to come over, and two bathrooms, one being part of your room. Lucky you. You had decided on making the guest room Sunday’s new room so that he could fly around freely. 

Constructing the cage was pretty easy, it had a large space with some perches and toys for him to entertain himself with when he wasn’t flying around outside. You hoped he would like it. 

Carefully, you placed the box inside and opened it, closing the cage door so he wouldn’t fly out in a panic and hurt himself. 

“Sunday? You can come out now, I have your new home set up.” You watched as the dove slowly inched his way out, head tilting in different directions as he observed the area. You already left some food and water for him, organizing the rest into containers with a corresponding label. 

“Liking your new home?” You stared curiously as he climbed the walls of the cage, staring at you. Hesitant to move your finger towards him, you decided to show him your hands from a distance. “I’m much bigger than you but I hope you aren’t too scared of me, Sun.”

The dove had only continued to observe you before settling onto a perch, puffing his feathers out with his head tucked between his wings. Seems like he was ready to sleep.

With a chuckle, you brought out a blanket to cover his cage so he wouldn’t get frightened by any passing lights outside. With a soft ‘goodnight’, you closed the door gently and walked back towards your own room. 

—on a small, blond Norwegian Forest cat who had unique eyes. They were an extraordinary color, one you have never seen before with cats. Questioning the old lady about this, she could only give you a shrug, saying that he was rescued from an abusive home that adopted him from a breeder, so it could’ve been the breeder’s doing. 

Hearing of his past pained you, fueling your determination to give him a loving home.

Along with Aventurine, you bought him his necessities. Litter, cat food, a brush, etc… You even got him a collar, one that was quite pricey but glamorous, living up to his name. 

He was in his crate, his small body curled up as he peeked through the openings. Sometimes you’d put your finger near the holes for him to smell, his paw poking out as if reaching for you.

The lady had already filled you in on his vet details and history, providing you the necessary paperwork as you signed your consent. It was official, Aventurine was now adopted by you and placed in your care. 

“Please be gentle with him, he can be quite the troublemaker but he’s also a sweetheart. Come again soon!” With a wave goodbye, you brought his crate to the car which already had all his things in. 

The ride home was pretty quiet, it seems like Aventurine isn’t much of a talker. You smiled, finding his shyness adorable.

After you had put all of his things away into a guest bedroom, you opened his crate, watching as he slowly got out to stretch. He sniffed the area before cautiously walking towards you, smelling your out-reached hand before backing off, continuing to wander. 

You’d figured it would take some time before he got used to you. Standing up from your kneeling position, you started walking towards your room.

“I’ll leave the doors open for you to explore, Aven.” Of course, you left the bathroom doors closed, not wanting him to make a mess out of the toilet paper in there. You thought about the kitchen and living room, but there was nothing too dangerous for him to get into, so you let it slide. 

Cracking your door ajar, you crawled into bed, already changed into your pajamas. 

“Night, Aventurine.” You called out, hearing his footsteps pitter-patter against the hardwood floor. 

You hoped he would like it here.

—on a violet-blue ring-necked parakeet named Veritas Ratio. An odd name, but from what the lady had told you, it seemed pretty fitting.

“Veritas is an intelligent bird who requires much stimulation otherwise he’d get bored easily. He’s a bit standoffish, but he’ll warm up to you eventually.” 

…You were a bit nervous, but you were determined to build a bond with him. Birds have always fascinated you with their intellect and colors, their trust often being hard to obtain as they are both cautious and observant. When you were standing in front of Veritas’ enclosure, you made sure to read all the details and information about their breed so you knew what you were getting into. 

‘You’ve owned birds before, this wouldn’t be new,’ you thought to yourself, carrying Veritas to your car. The old lady was kind enough to walk you back to your car with all the necessities you needed, holding the bird food and toys while you carried the heavier things. 

After packing everything in, you secured Veritas in the passenger seat and started up your car, driving out of the parking lot and into the direction of your home. 

Every now and then, you would hear him flutter his wings, most likely stretching them as the carrier allowed him sufficient room to do so. It wouldn’t be long before you parked in your house’s garage, moving everything inside the guest room upstairs before bringing Veritas in. You could see him peeking through the holes, trying to get a glimpse of his surroundings.

“Let me set up your cage first and then you can come out, okay?” Setting him down beside you, you quickly got to work on building the cage, arranging some toys and perches for him. Once you were satisfied, you refilled his food and water bowl before picking up his carrier and opening it to let him walk inside. 

Veritas cautiously got out of the carrier, head tilting from side to side as he observed the cage. His eyes were pinning his surroundings, curiously walking around and climbing up the cage walls so he could sit on a perch. He turned his head to the right so he could get a good look at you.

“Hello.”

You slightly jumped in your spot, startled by the sudden greeting. You didn’t know he could talk, he was relatively quiet when you were in the store and during the car ride! Is he slowly warming up to you?

“Uh– hello! Welcome to your new home, do you..like it?” You felt a bit awkward talking to a bird, not really expecting any other answers from him.

“...”

Veritas didn’t say anything else, only continuing to look at you before he started grooming himself. You sighed, a bit relieved to see that he was comfortable and not stressed in his new home.

“I’m gonna head back to my room now, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Getting up from your spot on the ground, you draped a small blanket over his cage before turning off the lights. With a final goodnight, you gently closed the door with a ‘click!’, walking back to your room and flopping onto your bed with a sigh. 

–on a border collie named Boothill! He was quite energetic, sniffing all around you before sitting in front of your feet, staring up at both you and the old lady. 

“Boothill is a very protective dog, always following their owner and basically accompanying them during every task. He’s a sweet little fella, I’m sure you’ll love him.” The old lady gave Boothill a small pat on the head, offering the leash to you. 

“Here you are, young one.” 

Taking the leash from the old lady’s hands, Boothill immediately sat up and started dragging you around the store.

“B-Boothill! Where are you going??” You yelped, tripping over your feet as he sniffed around the aisles. He sat in front of a particular shelf, one full of dog treats. Ah, did he like a specific brand? 

Grabbing the one he was looking at the most, you read the label and ingredients out loud to yourself. The old lady had popped up next to you after you finished reading it, an apologetic smile on her face. 

“Sorry about that, Boothill can also be a little bit of a troublemaker.” She adjusted her glasses, looking down towards Boothill with a chuckle. “You naughty fella, don’t be too hard on your owner okay?”

Boothill barked in response, glancing up at you with his piercing red and gray eyes. He almost seemed to be making puppy eyes at you…

“I’ll get you this treat if it makes you happy, then.” You smiled, tucking the bag underneath your arm. You walked around the store with a small cart the lady had offered you, pulling different necessities off the shelves and putting them in the cart as Boothill strolled next to you. 

After paying for everything and getting all the documents you needed, you led Boothill towards your car and packed everything inside the trunk. He immediately jumped in the backseat, laying down as you buckled up and started the engine. 

“We aren’t too far from home, but be careful back there okay?” You glanced at him through your rear-view mirror, making sure he was comfortable before pulling out of the parking lot.

It took a while to move everything inside, but eventually, you had his little room all set up with his food and water. You let him roam around your backyard for a bit in case he needed to use the restroom, but he just came back to you after smelling around the fences and shrubs. Guess he was just getting used to his surroundings.

“Everything is set up in here, but I’ll leave my door open if you need anything.” You spoke, looking down at him as he sat beside your legs. You gave him a couple pets, moving to turn off the bedroom light before going to your own room. 

Unsurprisingly, he trotted after you, hopping onto your bed and kneading the comforter until he was satisfied. Chuckling, you pulled back the comforter and made yourself comfortable in your bed, feeling Boothill’s warmth near your feet. 

“Goodnight Boothill.” 

You heard a huff in response. 

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Heal Together: Chapter 1

(Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw fic)

I've been lurking on here for a while, reading Top Gun fics and I recently got inspired to write one of my own. Hopefully someone reads it and likes it!

Note about the format: Between every header is a change in the point of view :)

Summery: When Rooster was med-evaced back to San Diego from the mission field, the last thing he expected was to wake up with a tube down his throat and the most beautiful woman he's ever seen at his bedside.

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Word Count: 2.1k

“Hey Carly, I’m taking over for room 4 today. Are you ready to give report?” You ask the cute blonde night shift nurse, she looked about 12 years old. What in the hell was she doing in the ICU of a military hospital? Hell, you should be asking yourself the same question. You hated it here at this boys club where nurses were ignored as a female dominated profession, despite being the people who spend the most amount of time at the patient’s bedside in a 12 hour stretch. But you were only one week into this eight week travel assignment and the money was great, so you just had to grin and bear it and make as few enemies as possible.

“The census is low, is this gonna be your only patient?” She asked.

“Yeah.” You pulled out your report sheet and pen, “Let’s hope it stays that way.”

You could tell Carly was fresh off of orientation by how nervous she looked before beginning to speak.

“Hey,” You placed a comforting hand on her knee, “take your time, tell me what you know, and if I have any questions I’ll ask them when you’re done. You just finished a long shift, it’s okay to be a little out of it. We’ll get all the info we need together. No pressure, okay?”

“Okay,” Carly nodded and took a deep breath, “This is Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, 35 year old male, full code, no known allergies…”

You quietly took down the pertinent information about Lt. Bradshaw as Carly spoke. He was a pilot, recovered after a crash, and was stitched back together pretty well on the aircraft carrier, he went septic and was transported back to the states to your hospital. Pretty standard stuff. He was currently on a ventilator for breathing support but all seemed to be going in a positive direction despite the shitty circumstances.

Carly finished her report with a sigh of relief, you had a feeling the staff nurses weren’t as respectful when receiving report from a new graduate. “Any questions?”

“Any family  at the bedside?” You asked.

“No, no family. Apparently a guy named Pete Mitchell calls daily for updates, they’re not related but he’s included on the patient’s medical information release forms, so we can talk to him. Chart says he’s single, no siblings, and both parents have passed away.” Carly yawned, she was beginning to fade after a long night. You didn’t want to hold her up anymore than necessary, she needed to get home and go to bed.

“Okay,” You clicked your pen, “Sounds good. Let’s go check lines and meds so you can get out of here.”

She paused for a second as you got up from your chair at the nurses station, “Y/N… thank you for being so nice… I’m only a week off of orientation and things are still so new…”

You smiled at the compliment, “We’ve all been there. Every nurse on this unit was new at one point and I think sometimes they forget that. Hell, I’m a traveler and this is only my second week and there’s so much that’s new to me too. You’re doing great.”

You spent the first part of your morning before rounds with the care team just cleaning up the patient, organizing the room, all that good stuff. Though it wasn’t necessarily considered “professional”, you played some music softly from your phone as you worked. You found that music or just talking to patients on vents helped with agitation. You couldn’t imagine anything more tortuous than listening to repetitive beeping and alarms all day long and nothing else. Though most managers didn’t like it, that didn’t stop you. What were they gonna do? Fire you? Hospitals hire travelers at such a high price point when they’re understaffed and desperate. They needed you more than you needed them.

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“When the sun goes down, we’ll be groovin’

When the sun goes down, we’ll feel alright

When the sun sinks down over the water

Everything is hotter when the sun goes down…”

Who the fuck listens to Kenny Chesney anymore? Rooster thought to himself.

He knew he was sick, the docs on the ship told him that before they knocked him out to shove the tube down his throat. They told him he’d be med-evaced back to San Diego because the hospital where he was overseas didn’t have the capabilities to take care of someone as sick as him. He didn’t know how long he had been there, all the days run together when you’re too weak to open your eyes. He was used to having things done to him, he was past the point of getting agitated about it, because he knew they’d just sedate him more.

“Alright, Bradshaw.” A confident voice said, “All of your lines are untangled, your room is clean, and your initial assessment is done… How about we have a little spa day? You’re smellin’ a little… ripe.”

RUDE! 

“HA! You can hear me! You raised your eyebrows!” She giggled, damn it was a cute giggle. Rooster honestly hadn’t realized he was moving his face. But he believed her because that’s what his face usually does when he’s surprised. “You’ve been caught. No more playing dumb.”

Water started running, splashing, and the suction was turned on… that sound usually meant his mouth was gonna get cleaned and he was gonna feel something funny down his throat. He hated it.

“Carly told me you were getting agitated during mouth care last night. Since you can hear me, I’m going to tell you everything I’m doing, so don’t get sassy with me.” She said, “Deal?”

Anything for the first person not to treat me like a damn vegetable. This was the first time someone actually talked to him and told him what the fuck was happening since he got here. It was a welcome change.

The kind yet sassy voice interrupted his thoughts, “Okay, mouth care. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

She didn’t lie to him, she was quick and the stupid suction caused him minimal discomfort. Maybe it was because he could brace himself, or maybe it was because she was just really good at her job.

“I’m about to give you a full body bath, so how about we get to know each other a little bit.” She said as she adjusted his sheets and pillows to reposition him, placing a towel under his head, and rinsing his hair with warm water.

Rooster’s whole body relaxed.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m obviously your nurse today and will probably be for the next few days…” Nurse Y/N went on about where she’s from, her hobbies, how she’s not making many friends in this new hospital she’s been contracted out to.

Welcome to the military, it’s a boy’s club. He wished he could say that to her. He imagined medicine was similar to aviation, full of egos.

Before Rooster knew it, his whole body had been washed from head to toe. He hadn’t felt this clean in what felt like years.

“So Lieutenant… not to be crude but… I gotta clean your bits. But at least we’ve really gotten to know each other.” Nurse Y/N said, “Your girlfriend will thank me later.”

Ha! Rooster laughed to himself, What girlfriend?! My dick hasn’t been played with in months!

Like with the mouth care, her cleaning was quick and respectful. And damn, being clean felt so good. She went on to change his gown, sheets, and blankets. Rooster truly felt like a new man.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw, you’ve never looked better.” She said with a satisfied sigh.

That’s a damn lie, but I’ll take the compliments wherever I can get them at this point.

“Hey Y/N,” Another female voice said, “They’re starting with you for rounds. Are you ready to present your patient or should I stall?”

“Nah, I’m ready. Tell them to come in whenever.” Nurse Y/N said, then her voice got low and she whispered to Bradley, “I’m gonna try to get them to lighten your sedation and move towards trials of turning the ventilator off. It’s not gonna be comfortable but the sooner we start working towards getting that tube out of your throat, the sooner you can get the hell out of here.”

Rooster wanted to make sure she knew he heard her and that he was on board, it took every ounce of strength in his body, but he nodded.

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“No way.” The resident physician said simply after you gave your recommendation with your presentation of Lt. Bradshaw

You were dumbfounded. What the hell did he mean no?!, “This patient was more than ready to move towards extubation.” 

“And what makes you the expert?” the resident asked.

Oh lord, this fresh out of med school asshole was turning rounds into a dick measuring contest.

“The fact that I’ve been at his bedside for the past three and a half hours, I assessed him, bathed him, turned him, and he is showing signs of progress. The next step is spontaneous breathing trials and extubation. The longer he stays on the vent, the more likely he is to get pneumonia, as we all should know, Doctor.” You explained coolly but made sure to add his (probably newly earned) title. 

“I agree with…” The attending looked at you and scanned your badge, “... Y/N… What do you think from a Respiratory Therapy standpoint, Brent?” He looked over at Brent, the RT.

Brent smirked and narrowed his eyes at the resident, “I also think moving towards extubation is a good thing. If he has two successful trials, he could be off the vent by the end of the day.”

The attending physician nodded, “Then it’s a plan. And I think this is a really good lesson for the residents and medical students with us on rounds, the nurses know more about the patient than we do. We should always consider their recommendations because they have the most valuable view on the patient, simply because they spend time with them.”

You tried to dim the glow that was on your face.

 “Thanks, Dr…” You scanned the attending’s badge the same way he did yours.

“Carter, Brendan Carter.” He extended his hand and you shook it, “Glad to have you here.”

That was the most welcome anyone had made you feel in the last week here. Who would’ve thought a wrinkly old attending doctor with dancing eyes would be the person to stand up for you and make you feel secure in your clinical decision making.

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Rooster wasn’t sure how much time had gone by since Nurse Y/N told him she was turning down his sedatives but it felt like he could open his eyes almost instantly. It was so… bright. Once his eyes adjusted, he scanned his surroundings, the lights weren’t even on but the sun shining through the large window felt blinding. He looked to his left and saw the machine that the tube in his throat was attached to, the machine that had kept him alive for God knows how long. He looked to his right and saw multiple IV poles that attached him to lines and lines of medicine and fluid. Further to his right, he saw a woman standing at a computer, typing away furiously, her face was serious yet beautiful, was that Nurse Y/N?

“Good morning, Lt. Bradshaw.” She said quietly, “You’re still attached to your breathing tube, so you can’t talk. Now that you’re awake we’re one step closer to getting you off that thing. Sound good?”

Rooster nodded slowly, wishing he could thank her for everything. For talking to him, bathing him, treating him like a human-being.

“Do you feel strong enough to write?” She asked, “Can I get you a whiteboard?”

He nodded again.

“I’ll be right back.” She swiftly left the room. 

Rooster couldn’t help but love watching her walk away. Along with a beautiful face, he could tell she had a great body hiding underneath those scrubs. It had been so long since he’d seen a pretty girl.

She returned quickly with a whiteboard and a marker, handing it to him, “What’s on your mind Lieutenant?”

Call me Bradley. He scribbled, 

“Nice to meet you Bradley.” She smiled down at him, “How are ya feelin’?”

Better now that I’m clean and awake. He wrote.

“There’s something healing about a bath and being taken out of your drug induced sleep, huh?” She giggled.

Rooster nodded and started writing again, Thank you for everything.

“No biggie. I’m glad to see you doing so well. Is it okay if I do a full assessment on you, just since you’re awake now?” She asked.

He nodded, this girl could do anything she wanted to him. She was basically his angel.

[amorchai]

𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 913 notes.

pairing(s): jim halpert x reader

words: 551

warnings/tags: established relationship, dwight being creepy for a moment, mentions of food.

you flinch at the slam of the front door, the sound of keys kitting the metal dish cause you to cringe. pulling yourself from your hidden cave, you look through the gap in the duvet and to the clock emitting in the dark room to read the time.

“you’re home late,” you murmur when you hear jim’s heavy footsteps walk into the room. he stands at the end of your bed, seeing you exactly where he left this morning, ready to tell michael you couldn’t make it into work today.

your migraine from the night before only continued onto the next morning, nauseating and excruciatingly sore, sleep normally did the trick but you couldn’t even shake it off after the hours of blurred sleep.

“had to go to the store… and then, then! you’ll never believe what i saw as i drove into the street there,” jim sounds enthusiastic, and eager to tell a story. normally you found your boyfriend cute for it, but today you could hardly process anything, “dwight.”

one hand smooths over his tie and shirt, furrowed eyebrows across his face while his other hand clutches the platic bag filled with treats, “how’d you-?” before jim can continue, you’re interjecting grumpily, “he’s been calling me all day, demanding evidence that i’m actually sick.”

“son of a bitch… and i thought sitting across your house with a pair of binoculars was invading enough,” jim mutters, sarcastic tone never faltering, and you pull your head from the duvet to rest against the puddle of pillows to look at him, “he has binoculars?”

jim scrunches his eyes before shaking his head, “okay forget dwight, never mind him. i mean- are we surprised?” he looks to you expectantly. you both simultaneously say ‘no’ while you force yourself to sit up, “anyways, onto the more important stuff.”

he swings the carrier bag onto the bed, glancing up at your emotionless face that displays exactly how horrendous you feel. “more medication to fight that sucker away,” jim throws the packets onto your lap, “chocolate bars to get some food in you.” despite your stabbing migraine and tired eyes, your heart can’t help but swell at the act.

“water, tons of water,” he doesn’t throw them out this time, merely showing you before he grasps the final product in the bag. “and… get ready,” you lightly smile at your boyfriend’s constant enthusiasm to make you feel better, awaiting him to show you.

he pulls out ice cream, your favourite flavour at that, “went to three stores just to find these ones, and i got this one for backup in the first one.” you only watch fondly as jim pulls out your second favourite flavour from the bag, showing you the array of treats he’s providing you with on a hard day.

“thank you, babe.” is all you can muster up despite how grateful you feel for his affectionate help, extending your hand to one of the medication packets and jim leans over to pass you water. “anytime,” jim replies, watching you and his eyes falter into a softer expression to show sympathy.

“can you grab me a spoon?” your voice is small, but jim hears it clearly and sends you a warm smile, patting your leg from beneath the duvet and nodding, “coming right up.”

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Being Inarizaki’s Manager

Manager Defends Inarizaki

Inarizaki x Gn! manager

Warnings: swearing (?)

AN: this is a request from @plutoistireddd!

Being the manager for such a stoic team isn’t easy

They have high standards and literally work their butt off to fill them

They can be dramatic at times, namely two specific individuals 👀

So needless to say, finding you, our unbothered, calm angel was a blessing for these boys

Literally nothing rattles you

When Atsumu is aCtInG lIke a ToDdLeR you simply ignore him and move on

When the twins fight, you simply assure nobody else is in harms way and walk away 💅

You are probably the calmest person anyone has ever met

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi adore you

Literally you provide the chill they need without the dramatics

Like when Atsumu gets all worked up, you simply say “Sumu you are literally the best high school setter in Japan right now, what do you have to worry about?”

Atsumu 👉🏻😐🤨 you’re right YN!

Literally there’s absolutely nothing that phases out sweet Yn

Onetime, you were walking back to the gym and the water bottle carrier broke, spilling water bottles and water all over the floor

The team thought “this is it, this is the one!”

Suna was ready with his phone 📱

Kita, Aran and Ginjima were ready to calm you down

But nope, you just shrugged and said “well now I won’t have to mop the floors tonight” as you went, grabbed a mop and cleaned up

The guys 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Literally they were convinced nothing would ever break you

But what they didn’t realize is that their precious Yn had one weakness and they were too silly to see it

To outsiders, it was obvious how much you carried for your team

You would do anything in your power for them

You carried for them all like friends and family

So when Inarizaki made it to Nationals, their cheer section followed

And while you appreciated the support, you knew first hand how annoying and awful they could be

Sure they were supportive but they could also be huge jerks

During the game everything remained pretty neutral

When Riseki, our precious first year was up to serve and panicked, the crowd started in on him

That’s when your irritation started to grow

It had happened at other games but you we’re definitely reaching your limit

You tried your best to remain calm but it was difficult

During the final set, the crowd was all over the place

Boos and cheers were intermixed and your agitation only grew

“YN you ok?” Coach asked, noticing your balled up fist

You simply nodded, “trying to find your chi” as Hinata would put it 😂

When they twins quick was stopped by Hinata and Kageyama, you watched the ball fall as the boys frantically chased for it

You knew it was over and you knew what was about to happen

But unbeknownst to the team, you weren’t going to deal with it

Kita called for the boys to line up as you quickly followed

Akagi, Suna and Kita all watched you come to stand in front of the team

Your arms crossed and you stood in a power stance, protecting your boys

Suna was so mad he didn’t have his phone 😅

“ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!” You screamed as the crowded settled

The guys rn 👉🏻 🧍😐😳

“They boys played their hearts out and sure they have regrets but I swear, if I hear ONE BAD THINGS about them, I will personally ruin EVEDY SINGLE ONE of your pathetic lives! This is the time when our team needs support and if you can’t BE that support, then walk your butts right out that door and never come back!” You shout as the crowd all look at you

The team 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

The crowd 👉🏻😳🫣

The coaches 👉🏻😐😏

You 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Suddenly the crowd starts applauding as the team stands there

“YN is right, these boys played a fantastic game?” Someone yelled

You nodded, happy with the outcome as you strolled off the court and to the sidelines, grabbing your stuff and heading out

The boys silently followed you, Kita in the lead as he spoke

“Umm YN,” he said

You turned around, putting your hand up to stop him

“Kita don’t thank me. I love you guys and I’ll do anything to protect you. You played your hearts out and while I’m sure you have regrets, that match was beyond amazing and well, today just happened to be Karasuno’s day,” you smiled as the boys all started to cry

You set your stuff down, going to hug them as a team

“I gotta say Yn, that was pretty badass,” Suna added

“I’m actually surprised it wasn’t Atsumu who finally broke you,” Osamu said

“Hey! I’m not that hard to deal with!” Atsumu said

“Oh you definitely are Sumu but we all just deal with it because we love you,” you say 🥰

Atsumu 👉🏻🥲 pain

[kurishiri]

Jude chapter 2 silly but kinda detailed summary

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ any pretty translation you may see in here may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. this is a sort of summary as well. if you enjoy, though, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

for some ungodly reason jude and ellis r in kates room the moment she woke up and judes not lookin very appy hes like how long r ya gon sleep for ya bloody pleb and ellis is like haaii gm kate 🌸✨✨ and then jude like “get ready in 3 seconds” while holdin her chin. again, for some reason lmao

ok turns out we goin to their other jobs at a company called raven co

and ellis tells kate they got shops overseas too (wow jude got a boomin business) and they sell stuff in a lotta places and allat jazz. anw some dude greets kate and the others and thinks that kate is ellis gf. kates like umm no and hes like so ur the boss’ gf?

then he gets judes boot before kate can reply and judes like

Jude: It’s all yappin’ with ya so early in the mornin’, I see.

J: If ya gonna yap useless things, how ‘bout ya use that mouth o’ yours to do a bit more o’ your job?

J: If ya want a pay cut though, that’s a separate matter.

turns out the dudes name is theodore walker. 21 y/o. employee. first impression: bright dude

so kate asks ellis what his role is and hes like “hmm lets see, being a guard, preparing for guests, confirming clients, brewing up a storm…” and kate here thinkin wait a damn minute i have a feeling i heard smth real violent just now and then is like do you do anything else and well ellis responds with more violent words with a 😊 face. kate is like i thought i got myself into an evil org then jude comes in like

Jude: Well this evil company’s boss got some work cut out for ya.

she gotta sort out these letters (a loott of letters…) and judes like “if ya worked as a letter carrier ya mustve had to sort out letters before gettin breakfast”

ok so apparently judes kate just blurts out things w/o thinkin 💀 bc this time shes like well if hes gonna make fun of me (jude calls her princess but /neg) then challenge accepted! and then is like “ok bet i will get this done ez pz 🍋 squeezy” and judes got that shit eatin grin on his face like “that ya will do by the time i get back”

they r indeed still in their enemies era. her only saving grace now is ellis’ kind smile. ellis to the rescue! ⛓️🫶✨

omg ellis is actually an angel here he helps kate when he can sorting out letters and hes like gj today kate. you managed to do sm on ur own, u should be proud of urself and kate is like hes so kind… (yes he is!)

ah yes we cant escape the ellis is sweet as jam™️ allegations here

kate asks ellis why he joined crown and tldr its bc vic reached out to jude and jude said ok

Kate: But did you have to get caught up in all this too…?

Ellis: But——he made a promise with me.

As he said this, Ellis’ eyes narrowed softly.

Kate: …A promise?

Ellis: I’m waiting for Jude to reach the happiest moment of his life.

E: And I need to be by his side to see that moment.

[ insert some lines im too lazy to tl here ]

Ellis: But, it seems that moment just doesn’t want to come. …It’s like Jude is always unhappy.

jude comes in the door like yall so damn annoyin and is like stop yappin bout she don’t need to know. but ellis is like but its her job as fairytale keeper. and kate is like “i have a question for u too jude! why do u have ellis by ur side?” jude responds like “none ya damn business” but one tinie push from ellis and jude lets out a resigned sigh and speaks on it and is like hes got physical strength and a good ability. cant let that sorta value slip by. that said his heads got some screws loose so

and kate is like omg! he answered me!!

(So Jude has Ellis by his side so he can use his abilities at his convenience,)

(and Ellis wants Jude to fulfill his wish, I guess?)

They kept one another by each other’s side to help realize what the other wants.

——If I were to put into words what their relationship would be, it would be ‘a contractual relationship.’

That was the day I had gotten my hands on valuable information on Jude for the first time.

ko-fi☕️ ┊ comms🤍

NOTE: i forgot to mention that i can take comms to tl judes main story chapters, avatar mission stories, and his side stories in full, as ciele, the one whos gonna tl his story, said that i could tl chapters from his story too. the turnaround time per chapter is usually around 1–2 days from the time i start it. (for jude it might be closer to 2 days.)

[mango-writes-savvy]

Gentle Jake Seresin

Prompt from @dumplingsjinson and this post. Hope you enjoy <3

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader

While in California you had seen a lot of Top Gun candidates come through, but none stuck out as much as Jake Seresin. Jake was cocky, but at least he could back it up- most times

While he and his team were on a mission, you were stationed on the same aircraft carrier as a medic. You were always hopeful to not see the soldiers in your wing, but enjoyed spending time with Jake. He was rough around the edges but he was kind to you. He always lit up when he saw it was you who would be taking care of him.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite medic! How you doin’ Chaos?” he smiled as he strutted into the med bay.

“Hi, Hangman, what can I do for you today?” you responded while filling out paperwork and checking the schedule to see if there was something ordered by the higher-ups. 

“I can’t just say hi?”

“Well, normally you want something so, what do you need? I have a lot of work to get done before y’all leave tonight,” you responded after not finding anything in the computer. 

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Well, Phoenix asked me to swing by and see if you had any more of that tape. She said it didn’t hurt to take off like the stuff they gave her on land.”

You nodded, “Yeah, definitely,” you started walking towards the cabinet it was in then paused, “Jake. This is the third time you’ve been in here today, are you sure there isn’t anything else I can grab or do for you?” You turned and looked at him carefully. 

“Wanna go on a date? With me. When we get back to Miramar,” he leaned against the wall across from you casually, but you could tell he was nervous with how he was trying to keep his hands busy. 

You smiled as your cheeks heated from the blood rush. You grabbed a few rolls of tape from the cabinet and walked back towards him. “When you get back tonight, I’ll let you know where to pick me up.”

He grinned as he walked towards the doorway, he spun around to face you and said,” See you when I get back, Chaos,” and gave you one of his signature winks. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at him and shooed him off while you got ready for their mission tonight just in case anything went south- getting out extra bandages, pain relief and suture kits. 

Jake and his team were flying out an hour before supper and were scheduled to be back by midnight. 

It was getting close to midnight and you were starting to get bored waiting in the mess hall, so you decided to start on inventory in the med bay. While walking down the hall, your mind started to wander, wondering where Jake would take you on this date. 

You felt a smack then a sharp pain in your head. 

“Ow! What the fuck!” You brought your hand to your forehead and when you pulled it away there was blood. While you were daydreaming you missed the shorter doorway and ran head-first into it. “This is why you’re a medic,” you muttered to yourself as you ducked under the doorway and made it to the medic bay. 

You managed to get the bleeding stopped and started putting butterfly bandages on the cut with the mirror hanging on the wall. 

“Hey- what happened?” Jake rushed over to you and turned your head so he could get a better look at the cut. 

“Hey, how did it go? And I’m fine, just bumped my head into a doorframe,” You waved him off and finished putting on the bandages and cleaning up the area. 

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” Jake followed after you, never being far from your side. 

“I mean, I’m fine so it’s fine—“ 

“No it’s not okay! Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself.”

“Jake, I promise, I’m okay,” You grabbed his hands to help him calm down by rubbing your thumbs across the back of his hands, “I love that you care about me, but one doorframe isn’t going to take me out.”

He sighed and kissed your forehead gently. "Fine, but I'm still gonna worry about you."

[mychlapci]

Cont Synth-En Ratchet Saga, Megatron definitely shakes the Vehicon's hands and gives him light duties and exceptions from dangerous assignment. His weird day turns into a weird month as he hits the horny/protective part of pregnancy and I say we treat Cybertronians like lions with 1-2 lions and a Pride of lionesses so Megatron following instincts shoves him in his room to protect their shared progeny (and sate each others sexual frustrations until Ratchet can be captured).

There's a bounty on Ratchet. Either his capture or more babies because Knock Out co formed ambulances and rewards are given to “expanding their forces”.

Ratchet meanwhile has managed to fuck his way through most of Team Prime but the others had birth control (Arcee and Bulkhead at least had regular partners and Bumblebee kept his health checks up to date) don't get pregnant. Though they are having regular “sessions” to burn out Ratchet's energy because his body is pinging he should have multiple carriers but only has a very grounded Optimus to fuss over.

Thankfully he recognizes the kids as kids rather than intruders so when they are around he is mostly grumpy and fussy and indulging them and constantly moving them to stay close to where he has herded Optimus. Which Optimus teases him about.

Things are mostly stable until the first time he goes out in an emergency. Dreadwing attempts to bring him in and Ratchet goes on defense but when he gets him pinned catches a whiff of Megatron and switches from Enemy to Sire Coding and poor Dreadwing is experiencing a very skilled medic touching exactly the perfect places on his frame. He us also loyal so remembering his orders flashes his panel ready to grit and bear it only to get fucked into the ground until he's clawing and panting and absolutely soaked while Ratchet drags hom by wing and knot to somewhere more private to insure he takes. He's in perfect condition, even repaired a little when he scuttles back the the Nemesis though with distinct red and white paint transfers.

Thus starts Ratchet's accidental campaign to knock up most of the species.

Synth-En Ratchet Anon

aaaaah i love the concept of sires surrounding themselves with multiple carriers. All Ratchet wants at this point is to have as many pregnant mates possible, siring coding urging him to protect them. He gets protective of the kids, they might be human and they annoy him but they are little offspring and they need to be with the carrier! Optimus feels so awkward, he’s already rocking a swollen belly and it is difficult to explain to the kids what Ratchet is trying to do right now.

But onto the sexy stuff. Needing more carriers has Ratchet even more horny, if that is even possible. Fucking the rest of team prime burns off energy but it doesn’t satisfy the breeding drive, and as much as he would, technically, be fully satisfied with only having Optimus as a carrier, his coding doesn’t allow it. Any decepticon he gets his hands on is just not safe from his rage and his spike.

He overpowers Dreadwing so easily. At first he’s a threat to be snuffed, but then the scent of Megatron reminds him he needs more carriers. Dreadwing could take, sure.

Megatron cannot believe that him and his soldiers are getting overpowered and impregnated by the Prime's little lapdog left and right. How is that even possible? At least Dreadwing brought back more additions to the ranks, but they're really missing a sire nearby.

Maybe they eventually realized what put Ratchet in a frenzy and decided to lure him in, slathering someone in Megatron's scent to get him following after no matter what... Frankly, if he got himself actually captured, it would probably be a little easier on his coding. Multiple carriers will make him happier...

[theoceanoasis]

Soundrod

Soundwave goes looking for Rodimus after a one night stand. He finds him four months later with a belly thats pretty big and a noticeable waddle.

"What did you do?"

He stared at the text for a long time wondering what Ravage was talking about.

"What happened?"

"I can smell you on him. How could you forget protection!?"

"What?"

He sat up staring at the message in shock.

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you hooked up with anyone recently?"

He was about to respond with no he hasn't when he suddenly froze remembering a few weeks ago. The Lost Light had landed on Cybertron which meant Megatron was back.

He ended up getting really drunk and there was a pretty speedster who's valve felt so perfect around his spike as he clung to him moaning and begging for more.

He couldn't remember if they used protection or not. Both of them were drunk and eager to touch each other.

"Send me the coordinates to the Lost Light I'm coming there immediately."

"I'll see you soon. Although he's been trying to hide it I know it won't be long before others notice."

"It wasn't that long ago. How can he be showing already?"

"I think he's carrying twins."

He stood there in shock and then began packing his stuff.

"I'll see you soon. Watch over him until I get there."

"Of course."

He hung up and Ravage sent the coordinates and a way to track the Lost Light. He got his affairs in order before leaving as soon as possible.

If Rodimus was hiding his carrying there had to be a reason and that's what worried him the most. Although he didn't know him very well he wasn't going to let anything happen to him or their sparkling. They could figure everything else along the way.

When he finally reached the Lost Light they had landed on a planet to refuel and gather supplies. He observed Rodimus and noticed he was wearing something to hide his belly. Looking at the others it seemed they were unaware including his Amica.

On the way over he'd pulled up Rodimus file and learned everything he could about him, wanting to be prepared.

With Ravages help the two of them met up in secret away from prying optics. Rodimus was shocked and put a protective hand on his tanks without realizing it.

He'd suspected he was a tank carrier but this confirmed it. Rodimus must have realized what he did because he freaked out looking panicked.

He quickly reassured him because he just wanted to talk. Rodimus was weary and protective of their sparkling which made something inside of him happy.

"I want to join the Lost Light and be there for you and our sparkling."

Rodimus had looked conflicted reminding him that Megatron was there. Although he didn't want to deal with his former friend he accepted it wanting to be there for Rodimus. Who looked surprised that he'd stay with him even if he had to deal with Megatron someone he despised. It made his spark hurt as he wondered who hurt Rodimus and promised himself that he'd never be like them.

Finally he agreed and after filling out the necessary paperwork thanks to Ultra Magnus he was now part of the crew.

Both of them wanted to be close but they weren't ready to share a room yet. So he got the one next to Rodimus which used to be Drifts.

When they were finally alone in the privacy of Rodimus room he asked to see his bump. He looked nervous and he tried to reassure him knowing the horror's tank carriers faced on Cybertron.

Eventually he agreed and he gasped looking at his belly in awe.

"You're so beautiful."

Rodimus blushed and let him touch his belly. Which seemed to soothe the carrier and their sparkling having him so close.

He stroked his belly and talked to their little one. When he looked up at Rodimus he could see that he was equally as excited as he was.

There was an electrifying tension between the two of them as though they were too magnets coming together. The two of them began to make out and he helped lay Rodimus in his bed, while he worshipped his beautiful body.

If Rodimus wasn't already sparked he would have been from the amount of transfluid that had been pushed inside of him.

When the two of them were finally satisfied they cuddled together and fell asleep. Both of them excited for the future.

[aravas-writing]

(Councilman Arc AU): Jaune has the brilliant idea of opening up elections for public representatives in the Legislature in an attempt help alleviate his workload and to give back political power to the people as him wielding that much power honestly scares him. Hope this idea pans out. Huh. Why do many of the candidates running for office are women who are attractive supermodels or very fit Huntsmen?

"what the fuck...?!"

Rare was the occasion on which Jaune swore, but it was always warranted. Such as now, while he was looking through a large variety of applications.

He had found to be woefully understaffed, how exactly he had managed so far was a mystery to all, especially him.

Greta merely laughed. "Ah, this takes me back. Last time I saw this many hotties run after just one guy, I was in the middle of the stampede. Met one of my exes that way, poor sod was a mail carrier caught in the mass."

That made Jaune curious, as he looked over to his secretary aiding him. "Really? Why did it end?"

Greta laughed. "He stumbled off the pier and drowned. Both of us were fucked on a new drug back then, so i swore off the hard stuff when i found out."

"...you smoke weed."

"your point?" The elderly woman grinned at him as she sorted a few out, ready to mass produce letters of rejection. There were blatant attempts to get close to her boss and then there were those....

[builtaworldwithyourlove]

I Forget Where We Were

1.4/ joel miller x f!reader / MINORS DNI 

summary: life with Joel from the start. Be kind please- this is my first piece and has taken 6 months of courage🤍

Chapter Nine: Conrad

Oh, I loved you with the good and the careless in me. 

what to expect: Sunday dinner for the Millers with an unexpected guest. One is human and one is tabby with four paws. 

warnings: bad language i guess idk?😂fluff, dad!joel,lover boy joel, no specific physical description of reader, female reader (please let me know if there is anything I’m missing, I will elaborate as the series goes on) no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid 20s and Joel is mid 40s), boyfriend!joel? i repeat boyfriend!joel, wholesome Sundays, toothache inducing sweetness, cute baby kittens

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‘I think it’s going to rain today’ Sarah sipped her orange juice and ate her pancakes, with a sudden air of concern and adult-like observation.

‘Nope baby, it’s a hot forecast, Uncle Tommy and his new girlfriend are round today, dinner outside again’ Joel clapped his hands as he made the obligatory dad remark of being 100% certain what the weather is like.

You woke up feeling slightly worse for wear, with the tight squeeze in the bath tub, the new prospect of moving in with Joel and Sarah, the excitement of a kitten and the bottles of red wine haunting you.

‘I’m gonna head home and grab my stuff for the week. I’ll be back soon, I love you both.’ Before you left, Joel handed you 100 dollars and you grabbed the cat collar before Sarah noticed it.

‘Daddy what is that for? She has money you know?’ Joel rolled his eyes, realising the torture that came with a daughter who was always a step ahead and way too observant.

‘How do you know what kinda money she has, now then little lady?’ Joel rested his hesd on his fist and leant over the breakfast bar, ready to be amused by Sarah’s answer, which was bount to encapsulate your entire personality.

‘No one needs that many claw clips, and she doesn’t let her handbags go anywhere near the floor.’ Sarah was deadly serious, but Joel belly laughed, so excited about building your vanity here and having your handbags on display.

‘Well, maybe I felt like being nice.’ Joel shut the conversation down. He was not ready to try and give child answers to adult questions.

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Joel was right. A hot Sunday it was. You wore a cream linen co-ord, shorts with a long sleeved button up shirt. Paired with your iconic matching bow, oversized tote and Birkenstocks.

You:

We’re gonna make great pawrents.

Joel:

I should break up with you for that.

You:

You have no right. 

Joel:

I’ll put a real baby in you instead.

You:

Jesus. Not even 10am yet. At least let me have my second coffee.

You pulled up to the pet store and got all you needed for the new Miller addition. You laughed when you saw Joel had drawn a pawprint on one of the bills.

Next door was a rescue store, and you went in on the hunt for the perfect kitten. 

The volunteers were so helpful and sweet. They asked if you had children, who was home during the day and took address details and asked how the neighbourhood was. They took you through to the cats- you were in heaven. 

You were matched with a tiny 11 month old tabby. Her name was Nova, and she was perfect with children with bags of energy, but with a docile, gentle side which made her a lapcat of an evening.

They did the final checks and paperwork, and you were able to take Nova home. She mewed in her carrier for the entirety of the journey, and her tiny paws poked through the gaps in the carrier, followed by a teeny pink nose and angry kitten teeth.

You called Joel and told him you were 5 minutes from home, and to get Sarah ready.

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You let yourself in, and carried Nova through. She ran laps around the pen you set up in the living room, and then eventually fell asleep on her blanket.

You went out the back to find Joel and Sarah tidying up the plants, and taking off the leaves that had gone yellow, and repotting the dahlias. 

Joel leapt up so quickly he saw stars, and Sarah bounded down the garden to cuddle you,the usual greeting you were given.

‘What would make your Sunday better?’ Joel asked

‘No school tomorrow?’ Sarah blushed knowing she was hilarious.

‘Okay what else?’ Joel rolled his eyes.

‘Ice cream?’ Sarah laughed again.

‘Okay I’m impatient. Follow me and Daddy’ you skipped through the kitchen and turned and made Sarah jump by shushing her.

She went giddy and Joel instantly fell in love with the pint sized baby that laid asleep in the sun beam on the floor.

Sarah squealed with excitement as she tiptoed over to Nova. Nova woke up and she rolled on her back and did a big stretch. Sarah delicately tickled Nova’s belly and Nova jumped to all fours and ran round Sarah, picking up a mouse toy in her mouth and dropping it by her lap.

‘She’s so fluffy, I love her so much. Thank you’ Sarah started to cry, unable to process the emotions that came with your first pet at a young age.

You and Joel were emotional wrecks, watching what was possiby the most wholesome moment in your lives. Joel wrapped his arm round you and you leaned into him. 

‘You did good baby’ he whispered as his lips touched the top of your head.‘Everything I’ve ever wanted in one room’ 

The wholesomeness was soon interrupted by Tommy, bursting his way through to the front room. 

‘I bought company, hope you don’t mind one more’ Tommy lead the new love interest in by her wrist and made her do a twirl. Your jaw dropped. You both squealed in unison and ran to eachother.

‘Laura, you dirty dog’ you pretended to gasp and be disgusted, but your bestfriend and basically brother-in-law, it was a blessing.

‘He dropped me home Friday night and I couldn���t get him to leave’ Laura giggled as Tommy playfully smacked her ass.

‘Uncle Tommy, meet Nova. Hi you’re pretty’ Sarah couldn’t stop to answer questions about the furry addition, too distracted by trying to wrap your best friend around her little finger too. 

Tommy played with Nova, and she clamped her paws round his wrist and they wrestled.

‘Right, let’s go grab a drink’ Joel attempted to restore some order. Kittens, friendly reunions, two smart ass independent women. The Millers were in deep.

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You all caught up and debriefed on the events of Friday night, the proposal Joel had and Laura and Tommy’s newly found spark.

After plates and plates of chicken Caesar, steak, fries and homemade cookies, mixed with sangria and beers, you all collapsed in the living room on the sofa. You and Laura did Sarah’s bedtime routine before school tomorrow and then joined the boys downstairs after you all kissed her goodnight.

Nova snuggled up next to Sarah on her pillow, and Laura took a polaroid and propped it next to Sarah’s nightlight. How did you all get so lucky to find eachother? Sarah would never come up short in her life, you all loved her fiercely.

You and Laura shared the armchair, with the type of friendship where you had very little boundaries, but also due to the fact you couldn’t finish a conversation without Joel and Tommy moaning you were shouting across the room to eachother whilst they tried to watch the big game.

Laura shotgunned all the pieces of clothing that you were talking about decluttering, seeing as you would have to find a way to fit a 2 bed apartment, overrun with your belongings, around Joel and Sarah’s life, without intruding.

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Joel and Tommy finally made it through the game with no interruptions, as you and Laura were banished to the armchair and inevitably fell asleep holding wine glasses. You were both lightweights and prone to exhaustion following high levels of excitement.

In true manly, criminal fashion, they turned the big light on and you both jumped up, grouchy and rudely awakened.Tommy was going to drive Laura home, and you planned your schedules to line up tomorrow whilst hugging goodbye.

‘Look after her’ you warned Tommy, lightheartedly of course.

‘I wouldn’t dare hurt my girls’ Tommy winked playfully and Joel stood behind you with his forearm coming over your shoulder and draping over your chest.

Joel wrapped the lengths of your hair round his hand, as you shut the front door, and held it firmly as he kissed you.

‘What a weekend baby, I’m exhausted, and far too drunk for a Sunday’ he slurred his words ever so slightly, and his eyes were heavy. 

‘Let’s be asleep by 10pm and then it doesn’t count’ you scrunched your nose and kissed him.

‘Come on then baby. We’ve got a busy week coming up.’

Previous Chapter

Final Chapter

[unspuncreature]

AITA for peeing on my dad’s hand?

this happened just today and i’m not sure how i feel about it.

i was just smelling and tasting and exploring my carrier because it seemed a little different than i last remember. i couldn’t really tell what was up with that, so i crawled inside to better investigate.

before i could even get a good sniff in, the door zipped up behind me, the ground fell out from under me, and i was moving through the air! obviously, this was very distressing, as i was not previously aware that my carrier had flight capabilities.

luckily, the trip was short. when i was finally able to scramble out of there, i smelled my blanket and my dad, but nothing else seemed familiar. once again, my investigation attempts were thwarted. dad scooped me up and tucked my face into the crook of his elbow, so i couldn’t even smell all the new stuff. i was ready to be scared and pissed off, but he was giving me pats on my head and ears just how i like, so it was actually pretty okay.

… until i saw some gleaming metal torture device from the corner of my eye swooping in towards me and heard the most horrible sound, probably some monster about to snatch me up. there was just no way my dad would be able to save us both from that.

you can probably imagine how terrifying this situation was. so, yeah. okay. i peed a little. right on my dad’s hand. i couldn’t even help it! i thought we were going to die :(

right as it was happening, my dad yelled “oh!” and let go of me! just like that!

luckily, between my peeing and his yelling, the monster seemed to have been scared off. i was so shaken by the whole experience that i didn’t even mind going for a short flight back home.

since being home, things have been pretty normal, except my dad didn’t even give me an extra apple stick for being so brave…? and he keeps trying to shove a giant sack of warm beans at me but won’t even let me chew it… :/ i think i made him upset and i’m not even sure what to do. he was the one who let me go right as the monster was closing in!

(btw here’s me. m, 11 weeks old, mini rex if it matters)

[nekoastral]

Sparkling Siblings WTFIYS: The Great Cake Fiasco

Most bots would take a few minutes or even a few nano-kliks to make themselves look presentable. Just a quick wash of the faceplate, apply some wax, polish the paint-job, maybe add some freshener if one is so worried about their smell, and then walk out of the bathroom. A routine that would not take very long. Heck it would be no time at all if one did not care about their appearance to begin with.

Unless you were Alpha Trion.

Who takes a mega-cycle and a half to get ready in the morning.

The old judge never strayed far from his morning beauty routine. It begins with washing his face vigorously to wash off the saliva and dirt build up from sleeping. The sheets has not been washed in a deca-cycle so there is a good chance there is some dirt in there. Those need to be washed sometime this cycle. Preferably before the evening so Ultra Magnus and him can enjoy soft, warm sheets. This will minimize the dirt and grime that can clean onto metal and armor. Of course, showering can help get rid of such filth too. Unless the day has been too taxing on a bot and they just want to plop onto the bed and recharge.

Then comes the moisturizers. Alpha has two of them: one to deep clean and the other to exfoliate his faceplate and help him wake up. It usually made his metal tingle from the tiny bits of crystal inside moisturizers. The old councilmen reached into one of the drawers to grab one of his many buffers. This mech owned about nine and each served a different purpose. Or at least in his processor. Ultra Magnus believes they have the same function which lead to him being banned from using his conjunx's buffers for eternity. Or if he has his permission to do so. This particular buffer helps the deep clean moisturizer go further into the metal. Yes, the stuff already does this. However, it can reach further into the metal by using the buffer versus using just his digits. It used to scare his youngest son Optimus whenever he turned on any of his buffers. When Optimus was just a new bitty, it scared the spark out of the poor sparkling and Alpha had to stop using buffers until he was a little older. It was maddening to the old mech since he wanted to be thorough with his beauty routine but not at the expense of scaring his little prince.

Now that Optimus was no longer afraid of his carriers buffers. Alpha Trion could now use his buffers to his sparks content. The sound of the buffer against the faceplate metal echoed in the bathroom and partly into the bedroom. Ultra Magnus had been up since Alpha Trion started his routine. It wasn't hard to wake up since his conjunx struggled to break free from the blankets and his arm. Alpha Trion spent a good twenty minutes trying to untangle himself and escape his husbands' grip. The leader of Cybertron had a hard time trying not to laugh at his love's antics and maintain faking recharge. If his queen found out he had been up during that moment of foolishness, Ultra Magnus would be sentenced to the couch for a thousand years. Not really. Just a few days.

“As much as I like the view, I would like to use the mirror.” Ultra Magnus said from the doorway.

“You have to wait your turn, dear. I am still using it at the moment.” Alpha replied, massaging the second moisturizer onto his faceplate. The crystals inside left a tingly feeling against his metal.

“But there is enough room for another bot. Among the sea of cosmetics on the sink.” The taller mech gestured to bottles and tubes of cosmetics, polish, wax, fresheners, and self care products that took up the entire sink. Ultra called it the cosmetic graveyard. There was barely any room for his denta brush and his dark blue “Best sire ever” cup. That was precariously near the edge because of the anti wrinkle cream and the jar of makeup brushes pressed against it.

There was clearly enough for room for him to at least stand and use the mirror. All he needed was to wash his faceplate with water and maybe a little bit of freshener. However, Alpha Trion was not easy to reason with during his beauty routine. The mirror is for him and him alone.

“It's not easy being the best thing that's happened to you.” Alpha Trion retorted. He reached for the anti-wrinkle cream and started to apply it around his optics.

'And yet the wrinkles remain.' Ultra Magnus thought to himself.

He does not have the spark to say this to Alpha Trion's face. The older mech has grown in confidence since the time they started dating all those years ago. And it also resulted in a slight ego. Alpha Trion would not say something so snarky unless it was his younger brother Maccadam back in the old days. Now he will share the same snark with his husband and a few close friends. Whether they asked for it or not. The 'lack' of space did not stop Ultra Magnus from strutting over to give his queen a quick kiss. Of course he had to wait until Alpha Trion finished applying the cream. He didn't want to get smacked for smearing it. Although he deserved it. Anti-wrinkle cream is somewhat oily and it tastes bad if he decides to kiss right where it was applied. Plus the substance matches the color of Alpha Trion's faceplate so it would look off on Ultra's lips. Bots thought he was coming down with a weird case of the pox and tried to wheel him to a medic the last time he had that cream on him.

Before Alpha Trion had a change to put on a little polish, Ultra Magnus leaned down to sneak a quick kiss. They have been married for many, many years and his kisses never failed to make the old judge blush as bright as a dwarf red sun. Each kiss feels like it was the first time he gotten one. It didn't matter if it was a quick one or a long passionate one. Ultra Magnus' kisses sent Alpha Trions spark asunder. This tender moment was soon interrupted when they heard a tapping noise. Followed by the screech of a thousand annoyances. It was a noise that was too familiar to the duo. They looked down to see three sparklings standing on their creators pedes. The biggest of them was smacking his servo on his sire's leg. That was their eldest son, Sentinel. The smaller mech was trying to climb up his carriers leg with his sister trying to do the same above him. However, she had no grip whatsoever so she would slide on her brother's face. She didn't weigh much, but it was enough to make him slide down as well. An undignified squeak escaped her brother's mouth. These were their youngest son and only daughter, Optimus and Elita.

It wasn't a surprise that their little angels had been getting crafty with escaping their beds. After so many escape attempts at the daycare, they have learned to escape at home just to get to whatever room their creators were in. It was amazing at first and even cute. Another milestone could be checked off the list, despite Sentinel used to sneak into their room and stare from the closet. His creators still wondered where he got that from and neither one is willing to take the blame. Unless some bot asks Maccadam then he will gladly say both Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion have done some.....questionable things to escape the eye of the public for a quick 'meeting.'

“Your children are awake.” Alpha Trion chuckled.

“Before lunch, they are your children.” Ultra Magnus remarked. Elita tugged on her carrier's cape in an attempt to get his attention back onto her.

Alpha Trion was relieved that they could not climb up the bathroom sink's rails or else chaos would ensue on his perfect 'arrangement' in front of him. He knows how his children are; this poor carrier could only imagine what kind of damage his little angels can do to his beauty products. Sentinel will shove everything and anything off of the sink because they were in his way. A lot of the creams and polish are in fancy glass containers that will shatter on impact. And if he dares to knock over a few spray cans of freshener, that thing can turn into a projectile weapon if it dents a certain way. Optimus would 'battle' with his buffers to defend his broken honor all those mega cycles ago. And to protect his carrier from their evil. No amount of explanation can derail this precious mech's mission. Primus knows Alpha Trion has tried. And sweet, little Elita would hog EVERYTHING. She does not have wrinkles yet she will insist on using the cream. She will demand to be buffered. And the fresheners must smell sweet and not of dank old bot. If not, she will allow her big brother Sentinel to yeet it. There is already a lot of damage in his make up kits thanks to that femme. In conclusion, the day the trio can climb up the rails perfectly, is the day Alpha needs to start locking the bathroom door.

“Good morning, sweetsparks. Did you recharge well?” Alpha Trion said, picking up his daughter and youngest son.

“I believe they did since they're alert.” Ultra Magnus replied as he picked up Sentinel.

“I wasn't talking to you, dear.”

Sentinel and his siblings could not speak yet so Alpha Trion was not expecting an answer. Ultra Magnus just liked to talk to his beloved. Even if he speaks on the kids' behalf. The three sparklings were just happy to finally have their creators' attention.

But alas, it would be short lived.

“I'm sorry, my darlings. But we have an important engagement today. There is a wedding today and I have to be there to officiate the couple. Your sire is going because it is a friend's daughter getting married. You cannot come with us.”

“WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” The trio screamed.

It wasn't the first time they had to be dropped off somewhere. But it was the weekend! The daycare is closed on the weekend! It was one of the happiest days of their lives when they learned that because they did not want to part with their creators. It was supposed to be just the five of them! Why are they being sent back?! Are they going to be the only ones at the daycare with Longarm!? Primus, no! They rather try their carriers horrible cooking than be left with Longarm for another day longer! Actually, that's a lie. Optimus would rather endure that. Sentinel would rather he be put into time out for a million years and Elita be in drab armor for an hour.

“I know the daycare is closed, but you aren't going there. Longarm does not watch over sparklings on his days off. Your cousin Garth is willing to watch over you until we come back.” Alpha Trion tried to talk over the screaming.

It suddenly became deafening quiet. Ultra Magnus thought he finally gone deaf. Out of everything this mech has gone through in his life! He has gone through so many battles, an entire war, a bad breakup, and his queen screaming his vocals out while delivering their angels. Has he finally lost all hearing just from his sparkling's screaming? It seems not because he could hear the pitter-patter of little servos and pedes across the bathroom floor and out into the bedroom. Alpha Trion and him peeked from the bathroom door to see their sparklings trying to crawl out of the room.

...What just happened to them????

Not even a nano-kliks ago, the trio was screaming their little helms off.

Alpha Trion used the sacred word: Garth.

Their big cousin Garth.

This meant carrier needed to hurry up with the fancy make up or they will go without him. They can't open the doors yet, but they will try if he doesn't hurry up. It kind of scared Alpha Trion. Normally, Sentinel and his siblings would cry and scream when they have to be handed off while their creators go somewhere. They would also plan their escape to reunite with them later on. This is the first time that they were actively trying to leave the house. Ultra Magnus wheezed when Sentinel looked back at Alpha Trion and gave him the frown of a thousand suns.

“I hope you are ready, love.” Ultra Magnus said, trying not to let his voice break. If he laughs now, he will surely be a offline mech.

“I was only halfway done..” Alpha Trion sighed.

“I'm afraid you are outnumbered.” The taller mech pointed at the three smaller beings.

“My dears, we will be going after I finish my-”

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” The sparklings wailed.

It looks like his beauty routine has to be shortened. Much to the old judges dismay. There are routines and guidelines he follows to get that perfect glossy, smooth look. That is now cut in half thanks to three tiny terrors. Ultra Magnus thought his conjunx was still beautiful without all that fancy stuff in their bathroom, but he knows it's not a good time to tell him that. So with a heavy spark, Alpha Trion strutted back to the bathroom so he could put on a few spritz of the fancy freshener that Botanica recommended. It just about the only thing he could do before his children start screaming for him to hurry downstairs.

Once that quick task was done, the two older bots made their way out of their shared room and toward the stairs. Sentinel was halfway down the stairs though he was a little slow. He was easing himself down each step one at a time by climbing. Elita was still too tiny to attempt in this feat so she was still at the top of the stairs. And poor Optimus was stuck between the top and the middle of the staircase because he got cold pedes about the task and just waited for his creators to come rescue him. So it looks like neither of them made it very far from their creators bedroom. No surprise in that.

Ultra Magnus scooped up their only daughter. Alpha Trion picked up their youngest son. And then Ultra Magnus got their eldest son. Sentinel didn't protest as much since it was his sire that got him instead of his carrier. Or perhaps he just wanted to hurry up and get to their destination before his siblings can. It was a change of routine to Ultra Magnus and his conjunx. Neither of bitty was crying.

Maybe once they make it to Maccadam's it will change.

Alpha Trion swore that old oil house keeps inching closer to the Autobot Headquarters. That thought was going through his processor as him and his small family walked out of their home. That bar has been around for as long as he could remember. And he can remember a lot of things. When his younger brother Maccadam got the chance, the chunky mech opened a oil house while Alpha Trion became the judge here on Cybertron. At the time, Alpha didn't think it was a good idea since his brother could do so much better than run a bar. Maccadam was smart; he could lead others into battle should there need to be a bot in need. He was also crafty; Maccadam would be great at mixing complex chemicals in a lab. But, no. Maccadam found it better to be owning a bar and make drinks for thirsty patrons. To this day, Alpha Trion still does not understand his little brother for this.

It still didn't help the fact that the bar was so close to the headquarters.

There was a rumor that the bar has pedes under the foundation to help move across the city. Another rumor indicated the bartender had a portable space bridge in the basement before it was even constructed around Cybertron! A different hearsay says the bar itself is alive. But no bot actually knows the reason. Honestly, it was rather silly hearing all of these stories from drunk civilians, bored house-carriers, and lazy office workers.

And it was also very tiring when Alpha Trion can't find most of the workers until he goes to the bar to find them having a drink. Even his friends on the council goes over to wet their whistle without him! The nerve.

'Every stellar cycle this place seems to be closer than it should be.' Alpha Trion frowned to himself.

It did not take long for him and the others to reach the oil house. They didn't even need to transform and drive over since it wasn't too far to walk. That was one of the perks of having your brothers establishment nearby. However, it was still too far for the old judge's legs despite it was only three block away. The thought of having his magnus princess carry him did cross his processor, but he did not want him to do that in public. Or Primus forbid, his own brother seeing such a scene.

“We are here.” Ultra Magnus said, opening the door for his queen.

“Such a gentle-mech.” Alpha Trion swooned slightly before going inside.

It was....uncharacteristically empty. There were not a bot in sight. It seemed like no bot has been inside of the oil house in quite a bit since the chairs and bar stools were tucked away and there was no sign of snack trays on the table. Normally, it would be very loud from the rowdy customers, the sound of flowing energon going into cups, and obnoxious smacking of denta as they bite on crunchy snacks. Maccadam was nowhere to be seen. He would always be behind the counter while mixing drinks for his customers. It wasn't exactly common for an owner to be at the center of the action, but Maccadam was a welcomed distraction for the patrons and the perfect bot to lead a audio to if one needed to vent.

Ultra Magus and Alpha Trion could not see their nephew Garth either. He would usually be with his sire behind the counter unless he needed to fix up a small meal for a patron or keeping his little sister Corona occupied. Then again, neither the magnus or the judge tried to look into the kitchen yet. They needed to do something quick before their bitties start a tantrum. Well, Sentinel was mostly likely to start one. Optimus and Elita will fuss though.

“Hello? Maccadam? Garth?” Ultra Magnus finally called into the silence.

“Hi, uncle! I'm in the kitchen so come on back!” A voice called from the kitchen window.

Sentinel and his siblings immediately perked up when they heard the voice. They knew who it was. The three smaller beings began to squirm. They wanted to hurry up and get to their big cousin. Ultra Magnus had the hardest time trying to keep a hold on Sentinel. The bigger sparkling was trying to squirm out of his sire's grip so he can be the first one to his cousin. Elita was following her big brother's example and since she was the smallest out of her brothers, she could easily escape her sire's big servos. And he was struggling the most with his daughter. Ultra Magnus kept fumbling his daughter as she tried to free fall to the floor until he finally got a grip on her. Optimus, despite wanting to his cousin, was being a good bean. Alpha Trion did not have to struggle with his youngest son so he just had to sit back and watch his husband attempt in handling their other son and daughter. He could take one of them and give him a break. But it would be ruin the fun.

Alpha Trion and Ultra Magnus walked past the bar counter and through the kitchen doors. It has been a long time since Alpha Trion last came into the kitchen. Nothing has changed in his opinion. Minus what looks like a crate covered by a large orange blanket and four high chairs with small name tags. Each of them had a different name: Sentinel, Optimus, Elita, and Corona. How cute! A little bit of fancy treatment for his three little angels and demonic niece. Before Alpha Trion could call his nephew's name again, the bot of the hour finally made an appearance. The chonky chief-bot was trying squeeze himself out of the walk-in cupboard. He had a large jar of mixed spices in his right servo, a small bottle of vanilla energon extract in his left servo, and many boxes of ingredients sandwiched between his person and arms. They couldn't tell what exactly it was since the covers were pressed against Garth's arms.

“Hey, sorry I wasn't able to come greet you at the door. I have been busy with cooking.” Garth said, slowly setting the boxes near a large mixing bowl and a lot of messy spoons.

“Oh don't worry about it. It's so good to see you again.” Alpha Trion replied, walking over to give him a quick hug.

“Hey little guy.” The large bot cooed at his little cousin.

“Bwaah.” Optimus smiled.

“Where's your sire? I never thought I'd see the day he would not be here.” The old judge scratched the side of his face with his free servo.

“Oh, he was asked to make the drinks at my friends wedding so he's already over there.”

It was infuriating to know his brother beat him at being early. Normally, Alpha Trion would be the one to nag on his brother to arrive early and most of the time Maccadam would still be late. The latter would wave it off saying “I arrived at the right moment.” Not that it was any help in his case. The bartender was never good at making excuses. So would it be different this time? He just assumed it was because this was his son's friends big day. Maccadam will make a huge effort for his children and their friends so that was probably it. Plus, it will take him a moment to get his station ready in another location. He didn't need to do this at his own oil house since he knows where everything is. It was a different story at another location; he has to be aware of his surroundings and set up his system before any bot else gets there.

Regardless, it was still infuriating to the judge.

“Where is your sister?” Ultra Magnus finally spoke up, looking around the kitchen.

“She's under the blanket over there.” Garth replied. He slowly walked over to what looked like a covered crate and slowly pulled the blanket off.

Turns out the 'crate' was just a playpen. The blanket was just to protect the little treasure that was sleeping inside. There was a small femme in a copper colored onesie. This was the tiny demon child known as Corona. Also known as the daughter of Maccadam, little sister of Garth, and the niece of Alpha Trion. She has earned the title of spawn of Unicron because she is able to pull tricks despite being a bitty and give others spark attacks. She is adorable yet evil! She always got into trouble and she would be punished accordingly. Most of the time she got put into time-out since Corona is still small.

Sentinel frowned deeply seeing his little cousin. He is still not on good terms with her and probably never will. Optimus just smiled seeing her and Elita was a little jealous because Corona had fluffy pillows to sleep on. Well, two out of three is good enough.

Despite that, she was still a member of this family. Right now, she was dreaming away in her playpen. Alpha Trion had to admit, she looked so innocent in her sleep. That is until he saw Corona wearing a hanger tied on her helm.

“Uh....why is there a hanger tied around her helm??” The bearded bot asked.

“We think she tried to play catch the lightning.” Garth blinked.

“....Catch the lightning?? What kind of a game is that??” Ultra Magnus looked so confused.

“It's a game that's been around even before I emerged. You know how the generators around here sometimes lets loose a large amount of electricity. But the biggest jolt comes from the top of the Ministry of Science labs. Most of the bots around here can take a shock like that, but those who can't gets fried. The gist of the game is you tie a piece of metal on your armor to act as a lightning rod and try not to get hit.”

“But it's called catch the lightning. Why would you avoid it????” The magnus was confused at this. He never hard of such a game and doesn't know how it actually works.

“That would be be too easy. It's supposed to test your speed and toughness. I never played it, but I have seen some friends try it and had to drag them to medical.”

“Again. Why is there a hanger tied around her helm?” Alpha Trion asked again.

“Sire and I didn't tie it. We were too busy with our food prep this morning so we didn't do it. One of our patrons helped her when she crawled over to him. Both of us didn't know she got out of the bar until one of the regulars screamed there's a sparkling playing with the lightning.” The chief-bot looked away.

This is not a surprise to Alpha Trion. It definitely sounds like something his niece would do. He could only imagine the shock on his brother and nephew once they realized who that 'adventurous' sparkling was. He knew about the lightning problem since a few of the ministry's workers had been sent to a medic after getting their circuits fried due to the overload. The council has been trying to figure out how to deal with that problem because it had been going on longer than it should've. However, they haven't come to a conclusion since Perceptor does not see the trouble in this. He thinks the excess energy is good for the building and is trying to figure out how to contain it rather than replace the generators that's causing them. If some bot gets hit, it should be recorded for science. And it doesn't help that Wheeljack sides with the emotionless bot.

Honestly, they need to come up with a solution soon...

“Who was she competing against???” Alpha Trion asks with a sigh. He was afraid of asking.

“Primus.” Garth said, bluntly.

Alpha Trion facepalmed. He shouldn't have asked. Of course his chaotic niece wants to fight GOD. Why does she even want to challenge him?! She's younger than Elita! Alpha Trion didn't notice his husband was on the verge of crying from laughing so hard. It took a lot not to fall to the floor. Sentinel gave a wicked giggle. He didn't know what his baby cousin did, but from the sounds of it, he would have been rid of her if that game had worked. Optimus didn't quite understand what was going on. But he figured Corona would have been hurt badly if the game worked. He didn't want to lose a playmate. Elita could kind of understand what was going on. She thought maybe Corona would act more like her if she did get struck by lightning. All the while, Corona was waking up from her nap.

“I am not going to say anything else. I have a very long day...” Alpha Trion told his nephew, before handing Optimus to him. “Are you sure you don't mind watching over Sentinel, Optimus, and Elita?”

“I don't mind. Corona can use the company and I can use a few taste testers in the kitchen.” Garth replied.

Sentinel and his siblings got really excited at the sound of that. They love their cousin's food. Garth placed Optimus into his high chair and strapped him in before going over to help his Uncle Magnus with the other two. Sentinel was now screaming to be set free from his sire's grasp.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“I hear you, commander. I hear you. You want to sit at the high table.” Garth told the big helmed sparkling. It didn't take long for Sentinel to calm down once he was taken away and set in the high-chair next to his brother. His was a foot away from Optimus so he can't try and steal his food.

“WAAAAHHH!!!” Elita cried when she didn't get picked up fast enough.

“I'm sorry, your highness. I'm sorry!”

Garth went back to retrieve Elita from her sire. She doesn't let just ANY bot pick her up. She refuses to be picked up by what she deemed peasants. However, it did not exempt him from punishment. The tiny femme grabbed Garth's mustache and yanked it hard. Elita can't really do much damage since she is still a sparkling so she just grabbed what she could. She remembered it hurt her cousin if she pulled on his mustache so this was a good punishment. For not picking her up first before her brothers.

“Owowowowowow!”

Corona was now wide awake. The sound of her big brother in pain woke her up fast. Normally it takes her a while to wake up. She still looked quite silly with the hanger tied on her helm, but she didn't care. The feisty femme looked up to see her cousin Elita yanking the weird facial iron on her brothers face and she let out a warrior screech. She can't do much from her time out playpen. But let her demands be known that no bot should harm her big brother except her. Her battle cry scared Elita enough to make her stop and Garth was able to have her let go. He set her down in her own high-chair then made his way to the playpen to pick up his sister.

“Ready to come out of there, sleepy helm? Let's take that off you finally.”

Corona didn't put up a fight when her brother untied the hanger off her. Him or their sire should have taken it off before they put her in time out. It was actually starting to itch. Corona rubbed her itchy helm against her brother's chest as he hoisted her up in his arms. He has been promoted from big brother to helm scratcher. Sentinel glared when he saw Corona. They do not have a good relationship and no bot thinks it will get any better in the near future.

“We will come back for them after the ceremony. Though if I'm asked to dance, it might be a while before we pick them up.” Alpha Trion explained, glancing at Ultra Magnus with a flirty look in his optics.

A slight pink hue formed on the magnus' faceplate when he saw that look. Alpha Trion is a goddess on the dance floor when it came to elegant forms of dancing. No bot will catch him do the swing or something so....uncouth. The waltz and tango were Alpha Trion's style. And Ultra Magnus had to practice for HOURS trying to perfect his dancing just so he wouldn't embarrass him.

“Should you even be dancing that vigorously? You might throw out your hip.” Garth voiced his concern.

“I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW I AM IN PHENOMENAL SHAPE FOR MY AGE!!!” Alpha Trion screeched at his nephew.

It was enough to make Ultra Magnus snort. Garth wasn't trying to insinuate his uncle was too ancient to dance. He was genuinely worried Alpha Trion could break a hip from dancing too much. Honestly, every bot on Cybertron is surprised he hasn't broken anything just by STANDING. Even his own brother sees it as a miracle and he is not that much younger than him! If the judge didn't love his nephew very much, he would have yeet him into the streets just like he would do to Maccadam. But no matter how much rage fit in that slender old frame, Alpha Trion would never yeet his precious nephew.

His husband is a different story.

The towering mech was coughing up a storm and leaning against the end of the kitchen counter for dear life. He had been laughing so much that he was losing breath and on the verge of crying. At the expense of his queen's indignant comment. Garth was surprised the counter has not gave out from his uncle's weight and his strength. Alpha Trion was surprised his husband is not offlined already for laughing at him. Two different point of views. One out of genuine bewilderment. The other out of pure spite.

“We will be back very soon, my dears. Be good for your cousin.” Alpha Trion cooed at his children, giving them a kiss on their cheeks.

“We'll be back before you know it.” Ultra Magnus added. He rubbed their helms.

Sentinel barely reacted when his sire did that. He had tried to smack him away but his reaction time was delayed by a couple of seconds after Ultra Magnus moved his servo away. Normally, the three bitties would be screaming and crying their helms off to make their creators rethink leaving them behind. Cunningly planning their escape once their backs were turn. This time...

They didn't even notice them.

They did not cry.

They did not scream.

They just sat in their highchairs and stared at their big cousin. Sentinel slammed his servos on the tray in frustration. He was getting hungry. And he wasn't the only one. His little brother, sister, and menace of a cousin were also hungry so they joined in the noise.

“They....aren't crying...?” Alpha Trion sniffled.

“Now, go do your job and don't worry about a thing.” Garth said, scooting the two mechs out of the kitchen.

“B-B-But what about the bitties???” Ultra stuttered, looking back at the kitchen.

“They'll be fine. After a meal, they won't notice you're even there.”

This broke their sparks. Their bitties won't notice they even left?! That would have been a relief back at the day care when Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion have work to do. But when they have a small job today? It was a little different. They weren't going to be gone long...

“Be careful going to the wedding venue.” Garth replied.

“Wait, wait, we don't have to be there that quickly. We can stay for a little bit longer.” Alpha Trion whimpered.

“Nah, Sire said you would want to get there before every bot arrives. We will see you later.”

Once Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion were out of the oil house, Garth closed the door behind them. Their nephew wasn't trying to be rude about this. Alpha Trion would complain about not arriving early or not being able to prepare before his daily tasks. Maccadam would listen to these complaints or one of his council friends. So it was a shock to the old judge that his beloved nephew knows about this. The couple waited until Garth went away and then slowly opened the door. Neither him or Maccadam locks the door unless they were not in the building so Ultra Magnus didn't have to try and pick the lock. Why does the Magnus know how to pick a lock? That is a story for another cycle. They poked their helms through the door and to their shock, they did not hear crying. All they could hear was their little angels squealing away in the kitchen. They didn't even notice their sire and carrier weren't in the same room as them.

“My darlings....” Their creators whimpered.

They could not stay much longer or else they will be late being early at the venue. Many passerby's witnessed their leader and his husband looking pitiful with swollen optics. There must have been a horrible event going on at headquarters. It was nice to know this power couple still showed emotion.

But if only they knew the truth.

Meanwhile, in the oil house's kitchen. The four bitties were still waiting for Garth to finish his cooking. The chonky bot was stirring a small pot on the stove. They could tell it was going to be tasty from the aroma coming from his direction. Sentinel was extra excited because he was going to be the first one to receive the food. He is the oldest of the four and he WAS the first taste tester Garth had. Sentinel used to be an only child before his brother and sister came into the picture. When his creators were trying to get him to eat solid energon for the first time, he did not want any of that and threw the bowl and spoon at his creators. It was hard to wean him off the sparkling grade energon his carrier made. The big helmed sparkling did not break until his cousin made something that looked like his carrier's energon. After that, it was hard for his own creators to get him to drink out of the bottle without a fuss.

And his troubles only grew when Sentinel became a big brother to Optimus. He tried to fend off being the main taste tester for as long as he can before his little brother was ready for solid foods. Then their sister arrived. She was super picky so there was a chance she may not even want what she's given. But nothing prepared Sentinel for an unexpected and chaotic surprise. That surprise is called Corona. No bot was expecting Maccadam to have another sparkling after Garth grew up. Sentinel remembered his carrier being extremely mad at his uncle and zooming out of the door to get to the medical building. When they met Corona, she was hissing away from her blanket. It boils his energon to know this gremlin of a cousin gets to be a taste tester all the time since she lives here.

“Who's ready for the first course?” Garth glanced over his shoulder.

“AAAAAH!” Sentinel screamed, slamming his servos on the tray. The other three joined in by slamming their servos too.

“Alright, alright, here we are. The first course is a noodle soup just for hungry bitties.”

Garth set four small bowls in front of his cousins and sister. Each bowl had a pale creamy broth with thick, energon noodles. It wasn't just noodles in the broth; there was thinly sliced scallion, a little bit of sweet mercury corn, and a hint of simmered beef. Each ingredient was chopped into manageable pieces for sparklings to eat. Sentinel was the only one who didn't get the scallions. He did not like those. Optimus liked extra mercury corn in his. Nothing changed in Elita or Corona's bowl. Of course, Sentinel got his bowl first. This pleased him greatly. After all, he is older than the other three. Not that it meant anything since he was only the second oldest in the kitchen. Optimus and the girls did not care about getting their food first since they knew they would not be waiting for very long. Elita was excited to see what came with the noodle meal.

Garth had prepared a side dish to go with the first course. A side of tamagoyaki or what other bots call them small rolled omelets. It isn't something big yet it was something hard to make. The process is whipping some eggs with some seasonings and then straining the eggs. This helps pouring into the pan easier. Then it's just cooking the egg little by little and then adding more of the strained egg on the other side of a pan and rolling it carefully while it's still partly half cooked. That's when it gets tricky. The cook cannot let the egg overcook or rip during the folding process or else it's ruined. When it's cooked properly, tamagoyaki has a custardy texture to them. Garth had to learn from Master Yoketron to get the folding done right. It took a lot of practice. Garth likes to put a little bit of cheese inside the tamagoyaki before he starts folding. It's a nice surprise for the bitties when they take a bite out of the sweet egg and to find gooey, stringy cheese in the bite.

This side dish goes well with broth and it's very easy to eat. However, three out of four of the sparklings got the same thing. Elita was one of the pickiest sparklings on Cybertron and that is a feat that is hard to beat. And also hard to please. It didn't help that she got such a trait from her carrier Alpha Trion. Elita was still quite small and has already made over a dozen chiefs cry just because she refuses to try anything that came to her family's table at restaurants. They thought Alpha Trion was horrible. They soon realized his sparkling daughter was even worse.

Elita may not be able to talk yet, but Garth can tell what her standards are: something not stinky. Something not spicy. Something not sour. Something not bitter. Something not hard. Something not bread, not tubers, not porridge, not eggs, and not stew, but something tasty. This isn't easy to do; so many meals have to include some of these things. Now it doesn't mean Elita doesn't like bread or eggs. She has to be in a certain mood for those things. And it was kind of easy to tell on eggs today. Elita was glaring at her brothers' side dish.

“Don't worry, Elita. You won't be having the same thing as them. I got something very special for princess.” Garth told her, setting something in her bowl.

Elita looked down to see a small, light brown pouch in the broth. She tilted her helm confused. What was this thing??? Garth got her fork and poked a hole in the middle of the pouch and her optics grew big seeing what was inside. The pouch was just fried energon tofu that was cut and molded into the shape of a bag. Inside was sweet energon mochi cakes! It's easy to accidentally rip fried tofu when trying to turn it into a small pouch, but it would still be very tasty in broth. Elita squealed seeing the sweet energon mochi cake and took the fork from her cousin so she could dig into her treat. The mochi cake stretched from the bowl as she put a piece into her mouth. It was just as stretchy as the cheese her brothers and cousin got in their tamagoyaki. And just as tasty.

Sentinel was nomming on the stringy cheese that oozed out of his tamagoyaki. Optimus got the idea of putting a few of his side dish into the broth and slurp the pieces in his meal. Corona was already done with her eggy treat and was trying to nom on the thick energon noodles. And Elita was taking her time with her mochi cake. The princess of Cybertron was pleased with her substitute side dish. No punishment to the cook today. While the sparklings finished their meal, Garth had been working on the second course. It wasn't big like the first one, but it was still just as tasty.

“Who's ready for the next one?” Garth called to the small bots.

“Baaaahhh!!!” Corona spoke out.

Corona was a little younger than Elita. And neither the girls or the boys can talk very well. So Garth has to guess what they are saying. He thinks his little sister is saying they are ready for the next bit of food. Sentinel pouted at the fact he didn't voice his opinion first. His is more superior than hers. Optimus and Elita didn't seem to care about who got to say it first. They just wanted more to eat. Garth didn't waste time bringing a large plate over and setting the next course on the bitties' trays. Optimus was the first to get this treat. Something that would make his big brother's energon boil since he wasn't the eldest. He didn't get the chance to scream his lungs out in frustration because Garth put something in his mouth. It tasted very sweet and a little tart. It was enough to leave him stunned. Optimus looked down at the food and then began to clap his servos excitedly. The second course was tiny fruit sandwiches. This made Optimus very excited.

His carrier liked to have tea parties with his friends. Sometimes, he would bring Optimus and his siblings along. And sometimes, it was just one of them. Sentinel did not like the tea parties as much as the next bitty. He thought his carrier and his friends' conversations were boring and meaningless. It was only worth it if his friend Jazz was there or if his sire joined the group. Other than that, Sentinel would just be fussing away until he was taken out of the room. Optimus and Elita loved the tea parties because of the food. Except for one teeny, tiny detail. They usually had cucumber sandwiches. That was the only downside to the party in his opinion.

To Optimus' relief, this wasn't cucumber sandwiches.

This was something much tastier. So much better. The little snack food Alpha Trion had at his socials were always dry and scratchy when swallowed. The cucumbers were the only moist thing in it and they usually tasted nasty to Optimus. He didn't know if the older bots made it on purpose or not. It just seemed like whoever made them just picked the most overripe cucumber in the fridge and doused it into the chunky cream cheese. That was another ingredient in those nasty things. Optimus hated it when his carrier had those nearby.

Garth used soft bread and he even cuts the crust off them. The crusts are saved for a different recipe that Optimus has yet to try. He remembered his sire talking about it one time. That memory is a little hazy since Ultra Magnus was talking about it while Optimus was feeding. Garth also makes the whipped cream by servo. He makes it extra fluffy and a little sweet. Not too much to make any bots' denta hurt and just sweet enough to enjoy. The fruit Garth uses are very juicy. He uses different ones; tangy tangerines, semi-sweet kiwi, tangy-sweet strawberries, bananas, or peaches. Optimus loves the peach and kiwi sandwiches the best. Sentinel preferred the banana and tangerine ones. Elita liked the strawberry and Corona liked the ones that had different kinds in it. These were the best to them.

“Let's not forget the third course. It goes well with this.” Garth interrupted their little snack and set a small bowl near their plate of sandwiches.

“BAAAAAH!” Sentinel screamed. Normally it would be a scream of indifference, spite, or out of rage. This time it was out of excitement.

It's not easy to get a positive squeal from him. It takes a lot of trial and error and a lot of praying. Lots and lots of praying. Because this is one bitty that will hold a grudge for all eternity and possibly even longer than that. And it can be over something so minuscule! Elita may be a stickler with her tastes and the little details, but her oldest brother is the WORST.

Their creators went through war trying to wean Sentinel off the sparkling grade energon. Their first son would not give anything a try. He would sit there with his little arms crossed, pouty lip, and the most deadpan look in his optics. It seemed like they couldn't get him to at least nibble solid energon. It just ended up with a mess to clean up, a shower to get the energon off their armor, and a crying Sentinel. That was until Garth made this dish.

It was nothing special. Inside the bowls was pureed energex strawberry. Something that was so simple to make. Just put fresh energex strawberries into a blender, add some sugar and a squeeze of lemon and blend. Whether it's soupy or have small chunks of strawberry left intact, it was quite tasty. It was considered peasant food by the high class bots and sometimes it can be used as a sauce for desserts. But to Sentinel, it was the first solid food he ate. He actually got a bigger bowl of it than his siblings and cousin.

Pretty pink puree with tiny bits of strawberry chunks. Just the way he likes it. But there was something else that was missing. Garth knew what Sentinel was thinking; he came over to drop a dollop of whip cream on top.

“There you go, little buddy. Enjoy.” Garth said.

It was quite the mess. Sentinel was slurping the strawberry puree up after he ate his fruit sandwich fast. Whip cream spread over his mouth from his sandwich and his whole face was soon buried in the dollop in the puree. He was definitely enjoying this part of the meal. Optimus was taking his time with his own food. He alternated between dipping his sandwiches into the puree and eating without it. His face was also covered with whip cream, but it wasn't as bad as his big brother. Elita had to be careful when she slurped her own bowl. She didn't want the contents to spill on her. But she loved the food regardless. Corona was going to town on her food. She was getting puree and crumbs all over her bib. Her older brother held his laugh at the sight of his messy baby sister and cousins. He got a damp clothe and wiped their mouths clean then replaced Corona's bib with a cleaner one.

“I'm glad you lot like the food, but that doesn't mean you wear it. This next one is a little different from what you guys have eaten before. But it's just as good.” Garth explained, taking the plates and bowls.

The bitties were excited to try the next tasty meal. They already had three courses and it was just getting better. They love their job as Garth's taste testers. There's always something good coming from him. With that mindset, the four bitties waited eagerly for him to come back. The chef bot bought over four small plates then set them in front of the still hungry taste testers. This next one was definitely different. It looked like small black cauldrons sitting on a candied reddish yellow fire. Those cauldrons had bubbled over from the looks of it. There was green substance around the brim and had ran down the sides. That part was hard now so maybe Garth didn't know he added a lot until it was too late. Sitting in the center of the cauldron was a big, luscious red apple.

Sentinel was the only bitty that wasn't pleased. In fact, he had a heavy scowl on his faceplate.

Apples were not a ally to him.

It all started when he wanted to steal his sires' snack. Ultra Magnus always had apples nearby. Green ones to be exact. When he set his snack down to go into the next room, Sentinel took that chance. That bitty has the mindset that if anything is good for the Magnus, then it must be good for him too. He didn't know how sour green apples were until he took a nibble. Ultra Magnus came back into the room with a drink. He found sparkling nibbles on his apple and a very distraught son. Ultra Magnus was sentenced to a sleeping on the couch for a thousand stellar cycles. At least that's what Sentinel still thinks. That punishment only lasted an hour because Alpha Trion can't stand sleeping without his king near him.

But it didn't stop the rage he had toward apples.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” Sentinel screams, slamming his tiny fists into the apple.

“Wait, Sentinel! That's not-” Garth tried to warn him.

But it was too late.

Cake pieces splattered around the highchair tray. Pieces fell onto the floor. Some landed on the walls. That was impressive since the small group wasn't near the walls. There was also pieces hanging on Sentinels' chin.

“That wasn't a real apple.” The chonky bot spoke.

The big chinned bitty glanced back down on the food. Garth was right. It wasn't a real apple. It was a light apple spice cake that was molded into the shape of a apple and covered in a glossy fondant. Must have been very convincing to fool Sentinel. The cauldron wasn't even real. It was a chocolate cauldron filled with a apple mouse, caramel buttercream, and apple filling. The filling had small diced apples so it would be easier for the sparklings to eat. So maybe Sentinel was half right. There was apples in there. He took a diced apple and gave it a nibble. It was...sweet! It wasn't sour like the apples Ultra Magnus eats! It didn't take long for him to eat the rest of the filling and started to eat the rest of his dessert with a huge smile.

His siblings wished he didn't cause a scene over a misunderstanding. Corona was just glaring at her cousin. He ruined her big brother's presentation. How rude. She was going to smack him later on. Despite the sudden theatrics, the fourth course went without a hitch. Optimus liked the apple spice cake and was currently nibbling away the chocolate cauldron. Elita was eating away the caramel buttercream and taking pieces of the cake to dip it in. Corona had already eaten everything except for the buttercream. She doesn't like overly sweet things. Something Garth made a note of for her future construction day cake.

“I see you lot are liking the food so far?”

“Bwaaah!” All the sparklings said in unison.

“I'm glad I haven't served anything you don't like so far. The taste testing is coming to a close. I have one more tasty treat for you to try out.”

This excited the little ones. Garth has been feeding them since Sentinel and his siblings arrived. So far they have eaten four courses. And he catered to their tastes. Minus Sentinels Apple Smash move and making a separate side dish for Elita. Other than that, everything was been smooth sailing. Unknown to the sparklings, the food Garth had them eat is what he made for his friend's wedding. He's known these two since they were really small and it didn't surprise him when they announced their engagement at the bar last solar cycle. They wanted their good friend to cook the food and have his sire make the drinks at the ceremony because they know it would be delicious. Garth spent half a solar cycle trying to figure out what to make. And it seems like his choices were good enough since his cousins and baby sister are enjoying their food.

Garth had made enough food for the big event and one of his other friends has been going back and forth between the venue and the oil house to pick up the food. So Garth has been making a large batch of food while feeding Corona and their cousins. The bitties didn't notice another bot coming from the back to pick up the food after each course. Honestly, most sparklings have a one track processor when it comes to something. Food was definitely a big factor for these four little ones. Sentinel, Optimus, and Elita's creators can't really cook so they would have already prepared meals or go to their grand creators house where their grand-sire makes the best pancakes on Cybertron. Corona has a chef for a big brother and her sire also cooks as well. She didn't have to go far just to get a meal. Though she needs to stop giving her brother a spark attack every time she decides to do something reckless.

Garth took the moment to wheel something out of the freezer. The squeaky wheels echoed in the kitchen and caught Optimus' attention. Always the observant one; he looked up from his food to see a glorious sight. He reached to his right to poke his big brother who gave him a slight whine. Sentinel didn't want to be bothered especially from his little brother. But Optimus kept going until Sentinel finally looked up so he could scream for Garth's attention to make his annoying brother stop. However, he saw what Optimus wanted to show him and his jaw dropped. Then Optimus reached to his left to get his sister's attention. She was easier than Sentinel. The princess glanced up from her food and her optics sparkled. She didn't even get Coronas attention. That devilish bitty was still nomming on apple chunks when she heard the squeaky wheels stop and she looked up.

A five tier cake was sitting on a trolley. But not just any cake. This was the most beautiful cake the four has ever seen. A white vanilla energon cake with white marble icing. Each tier's icing was different; the bottom had loop de loops. The other had fancy swirls going from big to small and big again. The third tier had the frosting in heart form. The fourth was just simple lines going around the middle. And the top tier housed the figures of the bride and groom. A slightly curvy femme and stocky mech stood beside each other at the top. Sentinel frowned at this. Who are these bots? They aren't important. There should be a figure of himself on there! While he was glaring with disdain, the other three was excited to see such a cake. It was all for them!?

“This isn't for you. It's for my friends wedding.” Garth said, seemingly knowing what they're thinking.

“Baaaah!!” Corona called out.

“This is for the wedding.” Garth repeated. “I been working on this cake for days. I just need to finish the final touches and it'll be wheeled away.”

“Waaaaah!!!” Elita wailed.

“Don't worry. I didn't leave you guys out of the loop.”

Garth grabbed their mostly empty and messy plates and went to drop them into the sink. He gathered four small plates that had a slice of cake each. It was the same cake as the wedding cake. Garth had made a small one tier version so Corona and their cousins could still enjoy it. Those four were preoccupied with pouting. Sentinel had a pout and a glare at the figures on the tall cake. He doesn't even know the bots and he already doesn't like them. They can pout all they want, but they aren't getting the big cake.

“Last course before I put you guys down for a nap.”

Despite one of them already had a nap prior to the meal, every tiny bot was kinda sleepy. They always got sleepy after eating their cousins good food. They eyed the slice of cake in front of them and then gave each other the side optic. Well, mostly at Elita and Sentinel. Optimus and Corona immediately dove into their own slices and ate fast. Elita and Sentinel has a habit of sneaking a big chunk of someone else's dessert if one wasn't fast enough. Elita didn't seem phased by it and thought her brother and cousin were just being messy. Sentinel frowned at this. So much for getting extra. The cake was very fluffy and airy while the frosting was quite dense and slightly sweet. This wasn't like any ordinary energon cake the four has had before. It was so much better!! Why can't they have this every day??

“I just have to finish the last tidbits to the cake and it can be wheeled off.” Garth said to himself, slowly pushing the trolley toward the front door of the oil house.

There was one thing he needed to get: the chocolate ganache sign. It was going to be placed in in front of the figures on the top tier. Garth had made several different signs prior to his cousins coming in. He had to stop when his baby sister decided to challenge Primus with a game of catch the lightning. It gave the chocolate time to cool before he was finished pouring it into the sign molds. So he had to work with what he had. He couldn't reheat the chocolate because he was afraid of it burning. So Garth was going to use the cooled ganache for something else.

Once the bitties were done, Garth picked them up one by one and set them in the main room. It was safer in there than it would be in the kitchen. The bar counter was gated so they can't get through. Maccadam made sure his part of the oil house was protected just in case his nephews and niece tries to crawl between the bottles of energon. He has learned from the last accident. His daughter doesn't mess with the bottles so there was some relief in that. The chairs and tables were not going to be trouble; they didn't have any food or any object the foursome would want. The stairway leading to housing area of the oil house was also gated. Corona hasn't tried to climb the stairs just yet, but if there was something tasty upstairs, there is a good chance the others will try. Garth can keep an optic on the four from the kitchen window while he fixes the sign.

“I'll be right in the kitchen. I'm keeping my optic on you. Play nice.” Garth told his cousins and sister as he set them on the floor.

He could move the playpen in the room and put them in. But Sentinel hates being in confined in a pen with his siblings and cousin. He will fight someone and either win or scream when he loses. So it's best to let them crawl around. They can't get into any trouble. As Garth went back to the kitchen, Optimus and the others looked up at the cake trolley. The wedding cake was far from their grasp. They were just bitties. They can't reach for the prize like big bots.

Then they got an idea.

An awful idea.

The sparklings got a wonderful, awful idea.

After Garth took a quick peek from the kitchen window, the chief bot went back to his task. Garth decided to to gather up the ganache signs he already made and slowly cut parts of it off and plaster it one full chocolate ganache sign. This is to give it a little bit of depth. Unknownst to him, his cousins and sister was currently trying to scale up the trolley.

It was not easy to do. Sentinel did not get very far in climbing one trolley leg. Optimus kept sliding down and Elita was still very small so she didn't get very far off the ground. Corona was the only one that was able to make it to the top. She was a little younger than Elita, but she knew how to get past the smooth surfaces of the trolley legs. It wasn't the first time she had climbed it. It was an unexpected surprise for Maccadam when he first found out his daughter could do this. This made Sentinel upset. Why should SHE be first to the cake?! He was ready to whine until Corona grabbed him by the back of his onesie and yanked him up. She was quite strong for her age.

Sentinel was now close to his goal. But he still needed to get his brother and sister up here. He really didn't want to share. He was tempted to shove his cousin off the side and have the cake all to himself. But if he did, she can scream and alert Garth. So, maybe not a good idea. Corona held Sentinel by his pedes as he dangled to grab Optimus' left servo. Elita was also grabbed when Optimus got her by the back of her onesie as they were quickly hoisted up.

Corona was a bit rough bringing the trio back up because it made the trolley start to move. There was more weight going to the front so it began to wheel that way. Sentinel climbed up the tiers to get to the very top of the cake. Elita climbed over Optimus to get to the second tier to the top. Optimus stayed in the third tier while Corona went to the fourth tier. The delicating frosting was ruined from the climbing, but they didn't care.

Garth heard the squeaky wheels from the trolley and his energon froze when he saw the sparklings on the cake as the trolley went through the front doors and into the streets!!!!

“WAIT! STOP! GUYS WAIT!!!” Garth yelled, dropping the chocolate ganache sign in his servo and sprinting after the runaway cake.

The streets were straight until a bot reaches one of the steep inclines. And that alone gave the cake trolley more than enough speed. Garth was not a fast bot to begin with. He was already tired, but he needed to hurry and get Sentinel and the others off the trolley. He did not want his cousins and sister to get her. And he also needed to deliver the wedding cake to his friends! When Garth realized he wasn't going to make it in time, he had only one option: scream out a warning. The trolley wasn't going to severely damage a bot. But it would still cause a nasty dent in the armor. And if they were hit, the bitties will be catapulted away.

“GET OUT OF THE WAY! RUNAWAY CAKE! SOME BOT STOP THOSE SPARKLINGS!!!!”

Many of the passerby's didn't even do that. They didn't know what exactly was speeding down the road! They just know they did not want to be hit by it. It was after getting out of the way or throwing themselves onto the sidewalk that they realized what the object was. Wasn't that the Magnus' sparklings???? And being followed by the bartender's son!?

Meanwhile, at the venue....

The wedding was actually a big hit.

Maccadam was in the middle of mixing drinks when the guests were finishing up on the food. The bride and groom had decided to wait on seeing their wedding cake. No bot seem to object to that since they too wanted to eat the buffet that was waiting on each table. Alpha Trion, on the other hand, wasn't exactly too pleased with it. By tradition, the newly wed couple would cut the cake before the guests even get to sit down and eat. That's what him and Ultra Magnus did on their wedding day. The old judge wished these young bots would just follow the tradition. Prior to this, Maccadam did inform him of what was happening. After Alpha Trion had to fix his makeup.

The bartender was the only bot at the venue who saw the Magnus and judge looking so pitful. It took Maccadam a bit to get the full story from the two sad bots, but he got the gist of it. They were just sad their children did not react to their creators leaving. It did not surprise him since they normally wail and scream when they are dropped off at daycare. He should know; Maccadam drops Corona off at the same place. When the power couple came in a while ago, Maccadam had to tell his brother that his mascara was running. That snapped him out of his depressing stupor enough to rush to the nearest bathroom. Nothing snaps Alpha Trion out of a gloomy rut than telling him his makeup was running.

Now it was time to present the cake to the new couple. Garth was supposed to wheel it down from the oil house. His friend group has offered to come over to pick it up since he had to sparkling-sit his cousins and baby sister, but the chonky bot insisted on delivering the cake himself while the others nap. He would have the bitties sleeping in a comfy wagon while he pushes the trolley. It would be a cute sight for Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion. But it sure was taking awhile...

One of the guests opened the door to see if there was any sight of the cake when they heard Garth screaming at the top of his vocals. They didn't quite catch what he was saying. But they did see a slightly ruined cake with four bitties riding on the same trolley. It sounded like theose four was having the time of their lives.

But at the expense of going a hundred miles an hour on a busy street!!

“MY SPARKLINGS!!!!” Alpha Trion screamed in horror.

It was a moment no bot was going to forget. The great judge Alpha Trion and their leader Ultra Magnus rushing out of a wedding and down the street to rescue their children. The old bartender Maccadam was not far behind in an attempt to rescue his little daughter. Garth was able to catch up to his sire, but neither of them was fast enough to keep up with Alpha Trion and his husband. Ultra Magnus ran past the trolley to get in front. The towering mech dug his pedes into the ground and grabbed the front of the trolley. Making it come to a halt. Alpha Trion immediately picked up each of his sparklings to check if they were hurt.

They were just sticky and covered in pieces of cake and frosting. Alpha Trion had a hard time prying Sentinel away from the top tier because he was too busy pounding the figures into the pastry. But, despite that, all three of his sparklings was just fine. Maccadam soon caught up with his son and scooped up his little spitfire of a daughter. She was happy to see him. Sticky as well.

The bottom of the cake was just big enough for the guests to eat a piece and whatever parts of the cake that was not touched by the bitties. One would think the four would whine over having to share the cake, but that was not the case. Sentinel, Optimus, Elita, and Corona were sound asleep. Sentinel and Elita napped in their sire's strong arms while Optimus was sleeping on their carriers shoulder. Corona curled up in her sire's left arm while he made drinks with his right. He can move her around if he needed to use his other servo. At first, Garth was going to be scolded for this fiasco. But Alpha Trion knew his nephew didn't do this on purpose.

If anything, Alpha Trion should've realized what his own children were capable of....

[the-phantom-author]

Hasan Piker | Dad headcanons

I’ve done it. I made them, it took so long. Enjoy.

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Hasan and Skin on Skin in the hospital. He’s just this big man sipping on his juice, my man definitely passed out at least once during the birth, with his little baby boy sleeping on his chest. Hasan is also probably sleeping. Everyone in the hospital room has had a long day, but it’s a peaceful few minutes.

He’s so soft and gentle with the baby. It genuinely surprised him with how small the boy is. Like he’s seen newborns before, he even held them. But his own kid??? It has to be a Big Boy, I mean your stomach was so large when you were pregnant. So when he first held it, it blew his mind, and also unlocked the new fear of how easy it could be to harm him.

He likes to stare at you before, but now anytime he see you with the kid he actually just stops for two to three minutes to watch the two of you. It does not matter where you all are or what is going on, he’s just obsessed with his new little family.

It was decided that you would go on shifts with the kid, he’d take the day and you the night. His job makes it easy for him to be able to get up when he’s in the middle of something and take care of the kid, and it also makes sure that you're able to recover.

This leads to a lot of the baby being on stream, and Hasan has mixed feelings about that. Ultimately it’s decided that The kid can be on stream but everyone knows that his name is not to be said anywhere online. Insead the kid is called different pet names, a lot of Turkish ones.

Also when Hasan has guest on the stream, you can bet that they are holding that baby. Austen, Will, QT, Rae, everyone. He’s just a social little boy, and he loves being with people. Like he’ll babble at people when their holding him, not his father though he’s just so entranced with that man.

One of these bitches being in the streaming room, There will just be segments where he could be talking about some super serious political stuff and there is just a baby looming in the background.

The chat constantly undermining him when he says the baby needs to do something. Like they be typing things like “Let him speak” anytime they baby is on stream or “Ask him first” when Has is getting ready to put him down for a nap.

One of the most notable changes to the stream format is that there is now a section where the kid gets to talk about something random for like 10 minutes. Sometimes it’s about things he’s learned, other times the kid is just like “Cows moo '' Hasan  gets so into it and loves encouraging it. Always asking for more.

Anytime this kid is on stream he’s offering his snacks to the people around him. Hasan is the only person who always takes the food, but most people take it most of the time.

Chat also freaks out everytime when He babbles into the microphone. They also lose their shit when he says his first on stream. Honestly no one’s ready.

Speaking of the baby talking, he is raised in a bilingual house. Hasan is adamant on the kid knowing turkish, you also take up learning it. The look he gives on you when you say anything in his first language. He just loves you so much.

Hasan is also obsessed with holding the kid. Like as a newborn, this kid is just in Has’s arms whenever possible. He’s holding this kid like a football all the time, it’s really one of the only holds the kid likes. He also is constantly wearing a baby carrier, he forgets that he’s wearing most of the time. He’ll go one stream and just see a chatter mentioning it and he's like ”Oh shit”.

As the kid gets a bit older the kid likes to mess with Hasan’s beard. He’s entranced with it. It’s a bit annoying at first but Hasan grows to love it, to the point of learning how to talk/rant while making faces.

I personally don’t think that the kid would have a favorite, but i do think that he would pick up on Hasan habits more than yours. Like the kid would start staring at you, he doesn’t like biting his fingernails but he does like putting his hands in his mouth.

Hasan is an arts and crafts dad.

Like he’s doing the finger painting, the macaroni noodle art,  He’s making matching bracelets for all three of you. When I was in kindergarten we made these Santa Ornaments out of clay. There is definitely at least one of them.

More about those bracelets, the are from those bracelets kits that you make on you can buy at any store. They have little charms on them, one for each of you, and have little nicknames spelled on them. Hasan’s has “papa bear” , the kids says “lil bear” and so on.

Also Hasan loves putting the boy in jewelry, honestly is basically a love language at this point. He just finds so much joy in having his little baby decked out in his absurdly large necklaces. Same goes for his hats and clothes. They just drown the kid.

On the topic of clothes, Hasan loves matching his son. Its another love language of his. He’d wake up with the baby and let him out what shirt to wear, then he’d change the kid into something that matches. There are some days when all three of you are matching, not like you're all wearing the same shirt but like it's the same color scheme or shoes.

Hasan is also obviously a PTA parent, there is not a meeting he’s not at. He’d be there with his youngest attached to him, just verbally attacking others ``Valery, not only is your pie bad but your ideas are stupid. You aren't even considering the fact that there are people, children, who live outside of the district that your proposal will affect. Or did you not consider that.” and “You can’t cook worth shit” it’s a whole job in itself to get him to stop cursing when making a point.

I mentioned going to family owned/hole-in-the- wall places when dating, but when he y’all have a family? Museum trips all the time, The family owned restaurants? They know you three so well to the point of the owner treating you like family themselfs.

Everytime he walks past his kid, no matter what he’s doing, he could be on an important phone call, he’s saying to the kid. He makes it a point to always stop and say “hello” while waving. This is the main reason why his son's first steps are because he wasn't greeted when Hasan was walking past him to go back on stream. The kid obviously follows him, Hasan does see him once he’s sat down, he of course picks him up and starts to talk to him, it is then that he realizes that his kid went from one room to another without anyone helping him. He gets super excited.

It is at this point the kid becomes a little pest. He’s always interrupting everything, streams, videos, calls, whatever. He comes in shots ``Papa look” and hands him something random, leaves, rocks, cords, just random things he’s found in the house or in the backyard. He once brought him a bug that was alive, which made for a fun clip.

This kid also has this habit of running up to the microphone saying “Hi” and running off. Hasan will always run after to bring him back on stream, it's always a good laugh.

When the boy starts saying curse words, because he really is so much like his dad, you make it Hasan’s job to have the kid understand when the correct time to use those kinds of words are. It’s just Hasan getting on knees in the middle of a store to explain to his son why shouting “fuck” after dropping and breaking a container of pickles in the store is not the right time or place for that kind of language.

Big fan of mentioning the baby on podcast. He’ll be on Chadvice and say things like ”Chat you can trust me, I mean look, I’m a real man, I have family. You can trust me.” You could catch him on the Fear& podcast just holding the baby while Will keeps  asking the bay for his opinions.

He is a family man, you know that he is constantly taking pictures of both you and the kid. When the two of you are napping together? He takes like five. Making dinner together as a family, he gets so many pictures, anytime his hands aren't full he’s taking one. As do you, He has the kid and is entertaining him and doesn’t release that you're up? You have so many pictures of him playing with his son and the trucks. Hasan and his son are in the pool? you definitely have like a hundred photos of that.

Hasan takes the kid to basketball practice with him, always making sure that the kid gets at least one score each time. He holds the boy while the boy has a ball in his grasp, just walking up to the basket so the kid can score. Everyone who is there makes it a big deal.

The kid not wanting to go from his crib to a big boy bed? It’s decided that the thing to do is sleeping in the bed with the kid until he knows that it's safe to sleep there alone, and on nights when Hasan is the one to sleep with the boy, you bet all 6’5 of him is scrunched up on a twin bed, it makes for such a funny sight.

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Dream's face becomes steely when they finally break and ask him about the kids. It's as scary as it always is, the way Dream turns completely emotionless, but this time it also calms something inside Serpias. This guy know what to do, he's prepared. No matter what they do, they can't fuck up the kids that bad if Dream is around.

"Take me home"

He orders, and this time they obey, without even a joke about Dream forgetting his place.

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Dream leads them to his house, and thought the 20 different levels of security they need until they can get to the front door.

Inside it's luxurious, if a bit empty, and there are still Christmas decorations up, even tho the season has long passed.

God, they're going to have Christmas with the kids. They're going to spoil the hell out of them, maybe Rich will even raise the ban on nerf guns I'm the house for the kiddos.

They walk in silence, awkwardly trailing after Dream and trying to not trip over him in their eagerness for answers. They walk into a movie room and Dream kneels, putting his hand on the floor.

Holy shit, do they have a bunker under the house? The kids must have been hidden there when they kidnapped Dream and George, Team Mafia could never have found them like this! Those three are always smarter then they expect.

"Pssst, Patchy, where are you honey?"

From under one of the chairs peek two wide green eyes, and then a little tabby cat crawls foward, sniffing the air and glancing warily at the several men standing frozen in the doorway.

It meows, and Dream meows back at it.

"Meow, hi, hi baby. You wanna come here?"

The cat slowly crawls foward, it's tummy to the floor until it can bump it's little head against Dream's, before tugging on the collar of his hoodie down and jumping inside, hiding inside his clothes.

Dream gets up, shifting the cat until it's little head pops out of his hoodie neck hole.

"Meet my daughter, Patches." He says, a smug and mischievous smile on his face. He gestures to the two other cats peeking out from under the chairs with his head, "and those are Sapnap's babies, Naomi and Milo"

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The drive back home is humiliating, specially with the way Dream can't stop laughing, even after he broke into coughing multiple times. Maybe if it wasn't so good to see him so happy they would be a bit more mad.

Sapnap's face when they show up with his kitties is also a nice treat, the two of them in cat carriers Dream had pointed them to.

And well... Serpias glanced at the bulge under Dream's clothes from his own cat. There was always other ways to get kids when they were a little more ready...

SO. I started responding to this and then I closed out of the app and I lost what I've written and can't remember half the stuff I put down unfortunately TwT

BUT! The jist of what I remember is

1. I LOVE THIS THANK YOU

2. Serpias feeling this huge wave of relief of "oh my god they're cats omg thank /fuck/"

3. Spreen is very happy about having cats :3c (unfortunately I don't remember most of this point at all besides wanting it to be a Spreen and George bonding moment)

There was this big thing I wrote of Dream being listened to and respected when being escorted to his house, no one pushed or proved or joked around. It was an extremely serious process. Everyone had in mind these are /children/. They kidnapped their fathers and left these kids behind and while the Team are hardened criminals yea, they still have a sense of morality of leaving kids out of this. They don't want children in the crossfire if they can help it.

It also comes back to wanting to make Sapnap happy. Wanting Dteam as a whole to be happy to be with the Team. Not wanting them to /leave/ for anything outside, because surely, the Team can provide. Unless of course. Their children are left out there abandon, what father would leave their child? (Trick question lmao most of them are familiar with that concept) They just know dteam aren't like that. Just by looking at the three and how they won't let go of each other, it's obvious they'd love their own children too.

Until they realize it's cats.

Serpias doesn't think he's had such a wave of relief ever. Man's was on the verge of a breakdown. It's him whining in the car on the way back, why didn't Dream say anything he was gonna have a heart attack, Dream I thought we were friends, Dream stop laughing at me!!!!!

While I dont have a solid timeline in my head, I want to say Dteam is already kinda let out of the basement by the point the cats are retrieved. Maybe they're just allowed to stroll the house as long as 2-4 other members are accompanying them, otherwise they're in the basement. But this is the first time Dream has left the house since being kidnapped. Not the most ideal circumstances since a majority of them are accompanying Dream for this trip, but he's not very focused on escaping either. Having the chance to bring the kitties back....home....is enough of a reason to just focus on them solely.

I like to think this moment is also Dream's realization of the /genuine/ care the Team has for him and Sapnap and George. He tired, but he has Patchy back. Sapnap is looking the happiest he's been since he's gotten there. George is entertained by the cats and him and Spreen are bonding messing around with the cats. Things are alright for now....

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Happy Wednesday amazing fandom :) Another good one where Tim is naturally the supportive husband. We get to delve into Lucy’s past a bit more. Find out more about why we dislike her mother LOL My rage for her is reignited. Lets get going though.

4x14 Long Shot

We join Lucy in the kitchen pouring over forms and getting frustrated. Tamara sits down next to her asking what’s she’s doing? Lucy explains it’s the forms for her egg extraction. Except it’s a little more intense than she expected. They are wanting to know tons of family history dating back to her great-great grandfather. Tamara says it’s probably just to harvest the best eggs. Lucy tells her it’s hard to answer these when she doesn’t know her real dad.

Tamara is surprised she doesn’t know this about her. Lucy is being surprisingly calm about the whole thing. Saying her dad was her dad. Since he was the man that raised her. Her mom only told her that her real dad wasn’t ready to be a dad. (Only part of it lying liar…)Tamara starts going off on what she could pass on to her kids. Lucy giving her a serious mom look. Haha I love them.

She tells her she’s taking reproductive bio at school. Lucy starts to look a little overwhelmed than she was before. Just replying with an ‘Mmhmm…’ Tamaras comments about her dad starting to sink in more. Wondering if she should be more bothered she doesn't know her real dad? That maybe she should pursue that but isn't sure.

We start our lovely ship out on a call. Lucy asking Tim if he thinks it’s weird she hasn’t tried to find her bio dad? First off I love him already knowing this already. Tim is clearly already clued into this fact. It’s not something she’s bringing up for the first time. Completely normal 'partner' stuff for him to know automatically. Second just having personal convos every day now I love it. Tim is soft at first telling her she doesn’t owe the guy anything. I mean she really doesn't from a logical standpoint.

Then Tim is a little more blunt in his second comment LOL Lucy is exasperated with him and I’m laughing. He’s trying to make a joke to lighten the mood. Doesn’t go over well but 'A 'for effort Tim haha It's his way of being supportive but trying to keep her head in the game. Since they are approaching a crime scene and all that.

They have a mini married moment as they walk up. Lucy makes a comment about she doesn’t know why she bothers talking to him about personal stuff. In response to his millimeter reply. Tim smiles and replies ‘Mission accomplished,’ Lucy looking at him with fond exasperation. Because that’s the level we’re at now. Exasperated with each other per usual but also still very fond.

This next part is so funny. They ask Bailey if they have a suspect? She says no... but she has a good idea whoever torched guys car is a woman. Ha. It’s easy to see why someone would after talking to this guy for two seconds. The arrogance is insane.

When he asks for Lucy’s number LMFAO I’m dying. Tim’s face and his ‘I’m out’ demeanor is too damn funny. He knows Lucy can handle herself and will put this man in his place if needed. So he walks away lets her handle it. Eric kills me with the facial expressions. Lucy’s face is also is super funny. She’s so annoyed but pulls out her pad anyway. Bracing herself to deal with this turd. Her face screaming 'Thanks Tim....'

They respond to a second call. A lady saying a crazy woman came in and released rats. She had an animal carrier and let them out during her breakfast rush. Tim asks her to describe the suspect. She lists the same thing the arson victim did. They put two and two together pretty quickly. They’re the same person. Apparently she used to work for this woman. They get a name in the process. Jordan Conner. Lucy is so cute getting distracted by the rat noise. I love her so much. After Lucy resets herself asks her if she has her address at all?

They make it to her apt and see a man rinsing his eyes out. Tim asking if he’s ok? Man is surly af with Tim. Saying does it look like he’s ok? Easy fella lol Tells them his tenant Jordan Conner pepper sprayed him. Letting them know she was three months behind on rent. Complaining she had special circumstances for being behind.

Tim gives him his card and tells him to call if she returns. I love when they’re walking away how close they are. Zero space between them as they exit. Tim brushing against Lucy as they talk about their next move with this woman. I see you guys. Don't think I don’t haha Tim says they’ll have to get a warrant for her phone. So they can stop her before her crime spree escalates any further.

The warrant leads them straight to her. They find Jordan sitting on her car in the hills. She seems resigned as hell. Like she was waiting for them to come find her. They approach her slowly and tell her all the people they’ve met with today. Her ex, her former boss and her landlord. Tim calling it a pretty epic revenge tour. She calls it her hit list. Lucy asks if she wants to talk about it? She sighs and says people suck. That they do…Tim agreeing saying ‘Yeah. Amen to that.' HA Also once again lets note the lack of space above. Mix this in with a tall/smol shot my heart is happy.

Lucy probes a little deeper. Saying she must’ve had a reason? Jordan opens up and tells them she has the breast cancer gene. It came from her mom and she had been waiting for it. So when she found a lump she wasn’t even surprised. Been waiting her whole life for it. She thought she was going to die. Then last week she went into remission. Tim tells her congrats. She doesn’t thank him. Just replies she was done apologizing for existing. Thus her hit list. Saying she wanted to make her own karma. That everything she did was worth it to her.

I can't say I blame her for being so angry. It does seem like the shitty people of the world get away with murder. If you're good, do your job, do right by people you still get screwed by life. I can't say I don't relate to her. Her BF bailed on her when she was sick. Saying he didn’t do bald chicks. That dude needs to have his penis revoked IMO. What an asshole. Her boss fired her for being late from chemo and her landlord raised her rent when she was too sick to work. That’s a lot. Lucy and Tim empathize but sadly have to still arrest her.

As Tim puts Jordan in the car we can see Lucy deep in her own thoughts. Tim mentioning how most people when they get second chance wanna be better. Saying 'Got to respect her for going the other way. 'Jordan's comment about making our own karma has struck a chord with Lucy. Voicing how she just waited around to get sick like her mom. You can she is conflicted. Asking Tim is it better to know or not? Does it do us any good to know? Truly needing his guidance on this one by asking these questions.

Lucy looks so shaken by the whole situation. I adore him knowing exactly where she’s at in this moment. No need to explain it. Knows what she is talking about without context. I love him tilting his head when he asks above if its about her bio dad? It's so cute. Being the supportive husband she needs. Giving her that last push to confront her mom. Especially if it’s going to eat at her like this. Lucy mentions she’ll go to her aunt Amy instead. Her mother would never tell her ha.

We get to meet Aunt Amy shortly after. Lucy tells her how she was given the egg appt. Explaining to her aunt how pissed she was about it at first. Amy relaying she tried to stop her from doing it. But she clearly didn’t listen to her. Lucy continues on that she decided to explore it. The forms are what’s slowing her down. She doesn’t know anything about her father’s side. We can see her aunt struggle with her telling her the truth.

Not wanting to betray her sister’s trust. I can empathize with that. We find out her mom. Her perfect strict pain in the ass mother slept with a patient. Not only that but that patient is her biological father. She hid it to protect her career and to push away the shame. Suddenly everything is coming into focus. Not surprising her lineage is tied to her mother’s selfishness. Poor Lucy is floored by this info. I know I was when I first watched it. Unreal.

Once they’re back in the shop Tim’s Lucy radar is going off. He looks over at her and see’s how distraught she is. Once again just like in 4x11 asking if she’s ok? This man is so soft for her at this point. Can’t stand her hurting. So he opens up the floor for her to talk. Knowing she is not doing ok. It’s his way of saying if you need to talk let’s talk I’m here to listen. Never be over how he has grown in this way. Seeing her hurting and wanting to help.

Having her hash it out with him. Because he knows it’ll make her feel better. This man ❤️ Sure loves his girl. Melissa crushes this scene. The emotions behind her voice kill me. She is on the verge of crying and Tim knows it. Look at her above she is so emotional she's not even sure where to start. She has a million and one emotions surging through her and it shows. With how she starts to try and talk then stops. Struggling to find the words to convey how she is feeling.

I can relate to this so much. Being so deeply emotional about your parents. Not even knowing where to begin. Only that you are so deeply hurt. Lucy takes another beat before beginning. Expressing how her mother has made her feel her whole life. It’s the worst when nothing you do is good enough. You strive to impress and always come up short. It’s hard not to get a complex about it. I mean I still struggle with my parents thinking I’m their f*ck up child. They’ve never said it but their actions scream it.

Lucy continues on about how her grades, BF’s, career never been good enough for her. Then she finds out her mom made the biggest transgression she could as a therapist. That ever since then she’s been trying to make up for that sin. By riding Lucy into the ground to make up for her mistake she made early in life. In her twisted mind if Lucy came out the way she wanted her to it would erase that shame.

So messed up on very many levels. We watch Tim nod along and let her know he's listening. To give her the opportunity get everything off her chest. You can see the worry in his eyes in the second gif. The way he looks over at her with such empathy in his eyes. Hating how much she is hurting in this moment.

Tim tries to do devil’s advocate. Giving her some logic but it doesn’t land. It never does with her mother. At least not at first. Lucy then voices the thing I’m sure she’s thought her whole life. That’s her mother resents her because she represents the one time she made a mistake. Tim tries to deter this but she cuts him off. (I will never be over how he uses her first name in this season. Something so damn intimate about it.)

Makes me wonder what he was going to say? There was some serious emotion behind his ‘ Lucy it’s..’ We’ll never know cause her aunt texted her what her father’s name is. This is where Tim tries to make her laugh. He’s doing such a solid job being the supportive husband. This tops it off IMO. He can always make her laugh and smile when she is stressed.

Knowing if he makes her laugh it’ll relieve that tension in her body a bit. Making a silly joke about her dad’s name. Saying least it’s not stupid like Dilbert LOL Distracting Lucy from her hurt for a moment with his silly joke. You know he’s proud of himself for getting her to smile in this moment. All he ever wants now in these kind of moments is to make her feel better. Mission accomplished Tim.

You made your girl feel better. Knowing she was on the verge of tears and taking a beat to make her smile. That’s love. 4x12 was about Tim being a control freak. How he doesn’t like to go outside his comfort zone ever. Then we see him do stuff like this. Things he wouldn’t have done pre-Lucy. Making jokes, reaching out to make sure she’s ok, if she’s not he is making it his mission to make her feel better. Gah I love this man so much and his journey. My damn heart.

Tim Bradford can go outside his comfort zone. The question is are you worth it to him to do so? Lucy has earned this out of him ten fold. This season is the fruit of all they’ve built the previous 3 seasons. It’s so glorious to watch the result of it. Said this before but moments like this are what make their slow burn so worth it. Look at how comfortable they are with one another. Lucy spiraling he lets her get it out then reels her back in with a joke. These two I cannot with how much I love them.

We end the episode how we started it with Tamara and Lucy. They’re stalking her potential father on social media. Tamara is so cute having a list of candidates ready for her. Lucy gets a phone call that interrupts their search. She gets the news that he’s dead. It’s so sad to watch her take this news in. Tamara trying to console her best she can about it. Saying yeah she didn’t know him but if not for him she wouldn’t be here. That it's ok to be sad about it.

Breaks my heart how she thought someday they’d meet. Somehow. That she had this idea of him that lingered in her mind. Tamara says she hates to ask. But was it genetic how he died? Lucy answers it was a car crash. He died alone. No kids, wife, nothing. You see the guilt crash over about this fact. I love Tamara doing what Tim would. Not letting her drown and pulling her back to shore emotionally. Refusing to let her beat herself up over it. Her makeshift family taking care of her this ep I love it.

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Side notes -non Chenford

Angela getting irritated by Wesley being home all day is too funny LOL pawning him off on a tv show to be a consultant.

Could care less about Nolan’s SL per usual haha

Thank you forever and always to those who like, comment and reblog these reviews. Means the absolute world to me :) see you all in 4x15