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novemberheart · 7 months ago

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Thank you for the support on the last post! Here’s Chapter two!

Chapter 1 <- Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3

{overview} It’s move in day!

{Warnings} Female reader, poly relationship (the gay kind), light pricexghost and Gaz/Soap banter, Ghost already being a bit of a softie

The aggressive grind of the bandsaw covered the sound of approaching footsteps. Yet the tingle behind Simon’s neck was all he needed to know someone was there. He removed his foot from the pedal, shutting the machine off. He slid his safety glasses up to his head as the work shed door clanked open. He needed to grease the hinges.

“How’d it go?” He asked, leaning his back against the worktop. John shrugged, a pleased expression on his face.

“Good.” Price responded, leaning back across from him. “She seems like a good girl. It’ll only be for about a month anyway. And you know how it is, one- if not all of us will get shipped off sometime.” He sighed rubbing a hand over his face. Simon clicked his tongue in agreement.

“The boys like her?”

“I hear wedding bells.” John teased, causing both men to chuckle. “They like her.” He affirmed. “Would’ve been nice if you’d join us.” He continued slowly. John extended his leg so it pressed against Simon’s. A small action to show he meant to harm. Simon pressed further into Price, clearing his throat softly.

“Wouldn’t have mattered. Johnny already seemed hell bent on helpin’ her out, and you know if Johnnys thinkin’ it, Kyle is too.” Simon suddenly stood straight up, bending forward so his palms rested right next to John. “And you can never say ‘no’ to them.” He murmured, his cheek brushing against John’s.

Price let out a strangled gasp-laugh of sorts, his hand flattening against Simon’s chest pushing him away. “I can’t say ‘no’ to them?” He accused. “Tell me, what have you been up to in here?”

“Making another planter box for Kyle.” Simon responded quickly, a playful spark lighting up his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“I thought there was four of them?” You questioned absentmindedly, adjusting yourself so you sat on your knees. Today was move in day and Kate was helping you pack what little belongings you had. She paused, all her attention on the task at hand- folding one of your t-shirts. She has always been a perfectionist.

“Yeah there is. You haven't met Simon yet. He’s a good guy, just a bit”- she trailed off, refolding another one of your items.

“Shy?” You leant.

“Sure we’ll go with that.” She sighed.

“I thought he was the mean one.” Kate’s wife, Robin interjected from over the phone. Your eyes widened and you turned over your shoulder to look at Kate.

“No I didn’t mean that- I hadn’t even met him when I heard that. He’s not mean, I just didn’t have a word for it at the time.”

“Do you have a word for it now?” You pressed. Robin giggled from over the phone. Kate opened and closed her mouth a few times.

“No- but he’s not as mysterious and complex as he likes to think.” Kate confessed. “My advice would just be to steer clear of him, you’ll only be there for a month anyways.”

“You’re making him sound scary.” Robin whispered harshly. You nodded your head in agreement.

“He won’t do anything to you.” Kate said firmly. There were times when you forgot what Kate did for a living. You forgot the emotional and physical turmoil she goes through on a day to day basis. She was protecting Simon. Her tone shooing off any idea that he was a bad man. You wondered what it would be like to have that type of bond with someone. A bond that is forged out of otherworldly trauma. Yet, you should be grateful you don’t have a tie like that. ‘Well there’s always tomorrow’ you thought to yourself. You shook that idea away. “We should get going. Love you, Honey.” Kate held the phone up to her chin, making a kiss noise into the speaker. Robin blew a raspberry.

“Bye Aunt Ro!” You shouted.

“Bye, lovie! And good luck!”

All in all you had three boxes. You never bothered to put any money into your place, knowing the likely consequences. When you and Kate pulled up to the house, John and Jonny were waiting for you.

“That’s it?” John asked, already opening the car door.

“Yeah. You don’t have to do that. That one’s heavy”- You stopped yourself as he picked up the box with one arm supporting it.

“Nonesense bon. Can’t have the neighbors thinking we aren’t gentlemen.” Johnny grinned also lifting a box like it was full of helium.

“Thank you.” You spoke sincerely. They nodded practically jogging back to the house.

“Don’t bother with things like that. They are pains in the butt- all of them, but they do get a weird satisfaction out of lifting heavy things. And opening jars.” Kate snickered. “Help me with this one?” You and Kate made it to the porch by the time Johnny came bounding back.

“The neighbors!” He scolded. “Let me help you with that box!” He yelled, taking a quick look around like the neighbors would be judging him from their windows. You and Kate both laughed and his face beamed. “You’ve got a pretty smile, bon.” Johnny blurted.

“You too.” It came out before you could stop it. It was the truth- one that you wished you hadn’t admitted. The last thing you needed was a flirting match on your first day. He said nothing, but Kate rolled her eyes at the noticeable pep in his step.

“Here’s this.” She handed you a key card to get into the housing area. “I transferred it to your name, but it’s old and the only one I could find so it might take a few times before it opens the gate. You’ll have access to the pool, gym and the clubhouse area. John said you can borrow one of their keys for the time being.” She gave you a soft smile, before wrapping her arms tightly around your shoulders.

It suddenly dawned on you this was goodbye. She was heading back home and you were going to be here, by yourself. You winced and held her just as tight. “Be a good girl.” She whispered. You nodded your head, thanking her heavily.

“Bye boys!” She yelled through the doorway.

“You’re not staying.” Kyle spoke peering his head from around the corner. It was like the same realization dawned on them. No more Laswell= no more buffer. She shook her head, heading down the porch. You watched her as she hopped into the drivers seat. Her movements were eager. You couldn’t blame her. She missed Robin desperately.

“Everything okay?” You jumped at Kyle’s voice, but quickly threw on a smile. You couldn’t not seem grateful.

“Yeah, just going to be weird not seeing her all the time.” You took a few cautious steps into the house. Even though it would be “yours” for the next month it still felt wrong entering without a direct invitation. Kyle nodded his head in understanding.

“Ready for the rest of the tour?” He smiled, wiggling a brow at you.

Next to the dining room was a bathroom. Next to the bathroom, close to the entryway was a downstairs office, which you were politely asked not to enter. You are more than willing to comply. Past the bathroom and dinning room was the mudroom and back door. These men were active and there was evidence of almost every hobby you could think of. The backyard was breathtaking. Plush outdoor seating (handmade from wood thank you Simon), a fire pit, barbecue, another wood table with chairs for outdoor dinning and last but not least a picture perfect garden. You just wanted to sprawl out in the grass and soak up the sun. You’re sure they would let you. In the far right hand corner there was a medium sized shed, painted black. “That’s Simon’s workshop.” Kyle had explained.

Up the stairs was another “office” type room. But this one was for play- not work. An air hockey table, a projector, the largest bean bags you’ve ever seen in your life, a wall with video games, movies and boardgames.

“Can this be my room?” You pleaded.

“You can come in there whenever you want.” Kyle promised. “Me and Johnny would enjoy the company.” Your stomach fluttered at smoothness of his voice. You wished you could record it for nights you had trouble sleeping. Next to the game room was another bathroom- this time a full one with a nicely sized tub and shower combo. “This’ll be your bathroom.”

It was as carefully decorated as the rest of the house. “You’ll share it with me and Johnny. Don’t worry he’s house trained.”

“Over here is your room.” Kyle presented. “It’s the plainest room in the house, but we rarely have people over.”

It was plain, but there was still a warmth to it. The thing that caught your eyes first was the large window overlooking into your surrounding neighbors backyard. Good thing you love to people watch. Your bed was in the center of the room with a plush white comforter and equally sinkable pillows. The closet was across from the bed with a sliding door. Your boxes were placed neatly in front of the window. “Oh and.” Kyle began. He took a few steps into your room, signaling for you to follow. He shut the door, leaving the two of you alone in your new bedroom.

“Simon installed this. We told him about the break ins- hope that was okay and he took it upon himself to install this bad boy, so you’d feel more comfortable.”

It was a swing lock, one that could only be opened from the inside. A soft gasp left your throat. “That’s so kind.” You whispered.

“Don’t make too big of a deal out of it.” It was a light warning. “He gets flustered easily.” You giggled, trying to suppress the tears building up in your eyes. You wanted to meet Simon now more than ever. Laswell was right- he wasn’t mean in the slightest. Next to your bedroom was another bedroom and across from it was the master bedroom.

“There’s only three rooms?” You hummed. “I’m not stealing someone room am I?” You doubted it with how unused your room look. Kyle shifted on his feet, his hand scratching the back of his neck. Laswell must’ve not given you ‘the talk’.

“Me and Johnny share that room.” Kyle said slowly. “Cap’ and Simon share that one.” He pointed towards the master bedroom.

“Oh!” You chirped. He could tell by your face you still didn’t catch on to what he was hinting at. In your mind they were all so close anyways, why wouldn’t they share a room? He sighed, but felt like it might be better for you to catch on naturally than for him to make it sound like a big deal. I mean it wasn’t like they were going to have an orgy in front of you.

“You hungry? It’s a nice day out. Cap’ usually throws something on the Barbecue.” Kyle offered already turning towards the stairs.

“That would be alright?” You questioned slowly. Kyle’s face softened.

“Course. Besides Johnny needs a new tennis partner.”

“What happened to the old one?”

“He’s a big ol’ cheater. No one wants to play him anymore.”

As promised John was just setting up his area and Johnny was bouncing a tennis ball against the side of the house.

“You play, bon?” It was a simple question, but it felt as if he was persuading you.

“I heard you cheat.” You felt as though you could be playful with him. His eyes scrunched in challenge.

“That’s what he’s been feedin’ you, hmm? Well bon, I have never cheated a day in my life. They just can’t wrap their heads around losing every time. It’s a coping mechanism.” He smirked. John shot a glare over his shoulder and Kyle shook his head quickly.

“Liar and a cheat.” Kyle yelped dodging a neon ball.

“I’ll go easy.” Johnny had turned his attention back to you.

Your hands twisted in your shirt. “Alright.” You sighed.

He did go easy on you. A part of you wondered if he was bored, the ball bouncing back and forth between the two of you at a snails pace. Yet every time you caught his gaze his face would express there was no where else he’d rather be. Well, you’re sure that wasn’t true. He was a people person. He made whoever he was interacting with feel like they were the only person in the world. Kyle had a similar effect. Though his was less assertive. With Johnny you would get attention, but with Kyle held back just enough to where you wanted it. Even now as your eyes carefully watched the ball they couldn’t help but drift over to him, sitting in the lawn chair keeping score.

You missed the ball.

“That was a record.” Kyle boasted, clapping his hands together. “15 passes in a row.”

“What’s the score though?” Johnny insisted.

“I don’t know, mate. 29 love.” Kyle shrugged. Johnny rolled his eyes.

“You won Johnny. Don’t worry.” You soothed.

“Didn’t make it easy, bon.”

He was competitive. You wondered how many fights had to be broken up in the game room.

“Foods just about ready, Johnny go get Simon.” You perked up in your chair.

“Yes sir, yes sir.” Johnny mocked stomped off, back into the house.

“You take cheese on your burger?” John asked. Your stomach had been growling for the past fifteen minutes. You quickly nodded. “We usually have chips but someone ate them as a midnight snack.” John chided placing a large plate of burgers in the center table.

“Simon too.” Kyle muttered, getting up heading back inside the house.

“How do you like your room, honey?” John asked, closing the grill top.

“I love it. It’s like a hotel.” You beamed. John’s lips quirked up into a smile.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Thank you again. You’re doing more than just giving me a place to stay.” You didn’t go into depth, but you could tell by the way his eyes softened that he knew what you meant.

The door slid open. Kyle came out with his arms full of condiments and two bags of potato chips or “crisps” as John called them. Johnny bounded out not soon after with a jug of soda and five cups balancing in his hand.

“Drink soda, Bon?”

“Umm not usually this late. I’m a wimp when it comes to caffeine.” You admitted.

“So what do you drink?” Johnny continued.

“Uh water.” You smiled sheepishly.

“That’s a new concept to him.” Kyle chuckled.

“I’ll go get it.” You took a glass and stood up. “Do you have any filtered? If not tap is fine.”

“There’s a pitcher in the fridge.” John answered. You slid the door open once more heading past the mudroom and slightly down the hall to turn into the kitchen.

You nearly dropped your glass at the large figure leaning against the kitchen island. He wasn’t much bigger than the others, but he looked more out of place.

“Hello.” You greeted. “Simon?” You asked slowly. He was handsome. You wished this group would make a calendar. They’d be sold out in no time. He looked about the same age as John. He had a beard trimmed close to his face, leaving enough of his strong jaw on display. His nose was a bit crooked and bumpy- must come with the job. His hair was honey ginger and cropped. But the thing that caught your attention first, and held it, were his eyes. A deep chestnut color, with absolutely no emotion it made you shudder.

Your name left his lips in a gravel breath.

“Yes.” You responded in an instant. “Just came in to get some water.” You stammered. He fixed his posture so he wasn’t blocking the way to the fridge. You grabbed the pitcher, almost overflowing your cup from the speed of the water. “Thank you for my lock.” You blurted. You peaked at him from over your shoulder. Turning your body to face his felt like too much of a commitment.

“Welcome.” He replied bluntly. “Sorry that happened to you.” He added. He cleared his throat, not turning back as he headed to the backyard.

So far, so good.

Hope you liked this next chapter. I personally believe that Ghost would not wear his mask in his home- or anywhere other than on the field or when he is physically on base. A man walking around town with a skull mask is much more likely to drawn attention- which is the last thing he wants. I also believe that Simon is a ginger 🙊🧡 based off of his two seconds without his mask on. Anywayysss This description isn’t set in stone and you are always welcome to think your own thoughts 🥰

See you next time!

#captain john price #ghost x reader #poly141 #simon ghost riley #soap x reader #price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #john soap mactavish #x female reader #poly141 x reader #141 x reader #novemberheart #cod #cod men

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stormsbourne · 1 year ago

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alright listen

I know we're all having an evaluation of how eagerly we believe people who present with even the slightest air of authority and frankly good! we all need to be less credulous of people on the internet who tell lies.

but I think there are also other lessons to learn from james somerton. namely about his raging and blatant misogyny, which I've often seen similar forms of in fandom and on this specific site. to paraphrase bombs himself in the ctrl alt del video, if you see shitty behavior within your sphere, it's important to recognize it and try to fix it instead of rejecting it and asserting that no REAL members of the ingroup are like that. and nerds have a misogyny problem. including tumblr. so let's reckon with it.

do you append "white" or "straight" to your comments about women even when those things have little to do with the topic being discussed, just to make your comments seem more legit? (and no, m/m shipping discourse does not give you a ticket to say it's all straight women -- it's fictional characters, james.) do you often theorize about how (hurriedly appended "straight/white/cis") women are responsible for a problem in fandom, nay, all problems in fandom? have you made up a guy based on a single post that annoyed you and extrapolated to say that all (appended signifier to make it ok) women in fandom are like that? do you see women as uniquely fetishizing, uniquely stupid about politics or social issues, uniquely annoying to talk to? do you assume when there's an issue, even a real one and not the fake ones james made up, that a woman is probably at the root of it?

all of this still applies to you if you're a woman. it also applies if you're gay or a person of color or trans. being an oppressed group doesn't mean you are immune from sexism, and sexism is still rampant in everyday life for pretty much everyone.

your shipping and fandom discourse isn't immune from this. no, I'm not talking about how not enough people like yuri. I'm talking about how women who like "bad" ships like r*ylo or whatever are seen as open targets for harassment. how women who are into "bad/problematic" fandoms are seen as idiots and enablers who deserve what they get. how there's an attitude that women who like shitty bad porn must think it's good, must be too stupid to know better, and must need to be handheld and taught about good, acceptable fiction. I've already talked a lot about tumblr's complete refusal to admit that fujoshi wasn't a term coined by delicate japanese mlm to complain about evil women (and I wonder if james contributed to that idiotic concept), but the way I've seen people assert that women into m/m must be straight, must be stupid, must be lying about their identities, must be hurting gay men in real life in addition to wanting some anime boys to kiss ...

I've seen how some of you people talk about amb*r h*ard, is all I'm saying, and I've seen what you've tried to do to dozens of female creatives that, for some reason, you've decided deserve to be taken down or taught a lesson. I've seen the descriptions you use. shrieking, bitchy, whiny, uppity, shrewish, karen (don't get me started on how karen has been turned into an easy excuse for misogyny). you're not bystanders to what james did and is doing, you're a part of it. sure, you might not have the nazi fetish, but you've said things about women that put somerton to shame.

just a thing to keep in mind while the plagiarism discourse is ongoing. somerton is a shithead for many reasons but this is one that's important to remember because I think people often treat misogyny like a lesser crime, a smaller concern, and it's not. just think of what laws are passing and what views popular movements have of women and then, for one moment, consider that maybe your reflexive need to blame women or pick them apart might have been influenced by the Society In Which We Live.

#james somerton #hbomberguy

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drksanctuary · 25 days ago

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Was Nico really as significant as queer rep as people make him out to be? Or is it just nostalgia causing them to believe he is a lot more significant than he actually is? It's hard for me to gauge so I was wondering if you have an answer 😅

A lot of queer characters in fandom spaces particularly very popular ones were really only side characters or they were more frequently just presumes straight and no one was ever told otherwise. A lot of the big name fiction out there had characters that you had to create gay subtext for if you wanted any at all. (Which to be fair stems from male authors inability to write good enough female characters that a lot of the people wanted to ship male characters with other male characters because they were the only ones with character development) Nico was for the first time a 1. main character in a 2. Large fandom and was 3. Explicitly specified (not subtextually) as queer. He checked a lot of boxes all at once. Not to mention that the way he was outed, the fear, all of the “bad” things a lot of people say were handled with his character were all things that Millennial queers had to deal with. We didn’t have all the safe spaces or acceptance so that was realistic to a lot of our experiences.

But obviously these are generalizations and they’re based on my observations of what I saw and also colored by the country I live in (USA). So perhaps this isnt true or perhaps there are some nuances I am missing.

Personally, Nico and I came out the same year. It was my favorite book series, Nico was my favorite character and it seemed all of our favorite headcanons (Nico is gay and had a crush on Percy) became true. So it was a absolutely significant to me. I remember screaming with joy when I saw the excerpt and I was texting my partner about it and she was equally excited.

It was pretty big news in the fandom. A lot of fans were excited. And it was a kids book so that was significant in that kids could see themselves in Nico, and it would be validating.

Anyway sorry for the ramble, but I think, to answer your question, it was significant but perhaps was accented by nostalgia of the people who experienced it. It was iconic to us but it may not have been that big a deal to the world at large or even the fandom at large tbh.

I dunno who else you asked but imma tag some other people who were in the fandom back then bc maybe they can offer more insights or helpful opinions?

@avaetin @bvckbiter @aroaceleovaldez (?) @thomas-life @thinkingjasico @gutsybitsies

#nico di angelo #percy jackson #Drk rambles

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olderthannetfic · 4 months ago

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Quote from a post: "the things created within fandom aren’t real - an individual fic can’t cause actual, material harm to a reader, even if it contains tropes that would be harmful or distressing if they happened in that reader’s real life; an author’s use of certain tropes or interest in certain characters is not indicative of their actual morals and values in real life; thought crimes are not real crimes - but fanfiction is produced by human beings who are themselves products of the societies and communities in which we all live, and these societies and communities all have flaws and failings.

which is to say, those of us who prefer to read male friendships as romantic do need to be aware that, no matter how enlightened on gender and its foibles we think ourselves to be, we are nonetheless influenced as modern humans by a modern tendency to discourage platonic physical and emotional closeness between men - especially straight men - on the grounds that two men having this sort of relationship is inherently queer and, in being queer, implicitly sexual [an understanding of queerness which is another powerful societal influence on our thought, even if we know we don’t agree with it.]"

Okay this is from a big post from a big fandom account here please don't speculate who it is this is not about them specifically and has nothing to do with them i genuinely respect this poster and they are nothing but a supportive space and don't have any anti-nonsense. But I wanna talk about this point that they are making "the society is queering straight friendships" which is something also the anti-fujoshi crowd is saying and honestly I can't agree with that point.

I don't think its us the people who make fandom are queering the relationships between two straight men but the patriarchal system we live under and straight men themselves are doing it to themselves. They can't show love and affection to each other lest other dudes will call them gay not because there are secret fujoshis around that sexualize them. They can be vulnerable period lest everyone calls them whiney like women. I feel like (and most of the things I say here are vibes, not facts) men having close friendships with other men are green flags, and most women are excited to see men who have exact the strong relationship that are portrayed in media.

I'm confused by this talking point to be honest. I also understand that by saying everything I said above I sort of said the same thing as the original poster. In a sense that society is the problem here and we live in a society as we know, but... idk I feel like what they say is "we live in a society where everyone by default is sexualizing male friendships" which sounds like the standard anti-fujoshi talking point to me.

And regarding the point of romantic relationships being prioritized over platonic— I feel like is a complete bullshit to be honest.

Romantic relationships are prioritized over platonic ones across the board. Straight couples leave their straight friends behind when they get further into relationship too! I don't understand this impulse to constantly talk about romantic vs platonic thing when its about queer ships, and maybe there is somewhere straight ship discourse about romantic vs plantonic but its not as big as with mlm or wlw ships.

And honestly even with this take I feel like romantic relationships are also not prioritized but rather are more encouraged. And there is difference between encouraging and actually prioritizing I think.

(I want to add here that I'm not aroace so maybe its a blindspot and from that identitys point of view the dynamics might be different)

In reality I think both are equally hard to obtain and maintain. I always felt like the fandom being so shipping focused was not about people being hellbent on romance but just the fact that good love stories are few and far between both in fiction and IRL and we can't help but try to make something at least remotely good, or interesting or satisfying.

Again, my main problems is: 1) I don't agree that romantic relationships are prioritized to that high degree over the friendships like everyone claims. 2) I don't think that every single person is actually a secret fujoshi waiting to make any straight male friendship gay. 3) Fandoms are romantic ship centric because people just want more narratively satisfying romantic stories that are underrepresented in media (or they don't get to experience it IRL) rather than they are vehemently against platonic ships.

I don't know this hopefully came out coherent.

The person who wrote that sounds like a pretentious twatwaffle, and I am so sick of seeing otherwise reasonable people spout that crap. That's been true since the 90s and probably before.

The reality is that Western culture enshrines male friendship as the highest form of affection possible. This goes back to the Classical world. And, yes, they were probably fucking too back then, but the thing that all of the media is about is friendship.

The entire backbone of Western culture is built on the idea that men are spiritually, biologically, inherently more capable than women of this highest form of relationship. Romance is the big thing for women because we're not eligible for The Pure And Holy Friendship Between Two Men.

The epidemic of male loneliness is real, but we haven't gotten any less "Bros before hos". Fandom and m/m shipping behavior are irrelevant to this.

Furthermore, fandom has plenty of people who don't focus on shipping.

AO3 was built by slashers, so ship type is a top-level category, and the site obviously signals that it's about shipping and particularly non heterosexual shipping since you can filter out het.

Past sites often had more metadata that wasn't around ships (e.g. FFN's genres that work like bookstore genres) and almost never let you get rid of het. You might have been able to filter in The Gay, but straight stuff was literally unmarked.

~We do need to be aware of~

Bite me.

This naggy phrase is everywhere, and nothing good comes of it.

The only thing we need to be aware of is that Blorbo is great and s/he should be mashed together with Other Blorbo. If that's in gen adventures, you do you.

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thecoolerliauditore · 6 months ago

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Very Long Post about Flower Husbands, Interpretation and Character vs Content Creator

This is a toxic flower husbands post. Btw.

I'm not sure when or why it happened but somewhere between limlife and the 24th joelshipping discourse cycle, "flower husbands is toxic" became a mainstream opinion on both here and traffictwt, usually sourcing Scott's ingame words and actions as evidence.

This interpretation has existed within the fandom for a fairly long time, although the words "toxic" and "abuse" were often omitted. Here's one example of a popular post that implied FH was less than ideal for Jimmy.

This does not mean the interpretation was widely accepted, however - hell, I even put this under a cut and warning for a reason. For every toxic FH believer that comes crawling out of the woodwork there comes another post defending their legacy.

For the record, despite what some threads on twt I've read seem to imply: There is nothing morally wrong with liking a mcyt ship regardless of what discomforts other people see in it. There is no explicit "wrong" way to interpret the series. There is no canon. It's fandom shit. It's not that serious.

However, I'm unfortunately abnormal about this series and possibly mcyt as a whole. So I'm forced to grapple with the fact that most non-toxic flower husbands posts seem to either self-contradict or come off as purposefully trying to incite some sort of culture war. As such, here's a list of common arguments I see proposed against the toxic flower husbands interpretation and why I personally don't find them convincing:

The CC Side of Things

Alot of anti-toxic flower husbands posts will accuse toxic flower husbands fans of disliking Scott, the content creator IRL guy, and often imply the interpretation is born out of homophobia -- usually through some variation of the phrase that the interpretation villainzes "the only openly gay CC in the series"

I take issue with this. While Scott is the only homosexual CC in the series, Cleo and Martyn have both been here since 3L and are both very openly queer. Gem has also since joined. You could argue that Scott is The Gayest but that's opening a can of worms in terms of queer discourse I don't think I want to go touching anytime soon.

Even if he was the Only Queer CC In the Series, applying different standards of fanon to Scott just because he is gay feels.. wrong to me. In the same way it's often argued that Jimmy does not need to be babied from his friendship dynamic, Scott too is a grown man who can simply choose to not look at fanart/fanfic if it upsets him, which from what I have personally observed, he hasn't shown any sign of feeling "uncomfortable" by more intimidating or villainous portrayals in the past.

Here's an example of him liking my art that did not paint him in a completely morally good light.

Why can't gay people be calculating? Controlling? Abusive? Why are we applying a higher standard of morality to the gay CC when the rest of the fandom is having the time of their life calling Grian a homophobe, a murderer, calling Scar an arsonist, calling Martyn a loser and pathetic, so on and so forth. Is telling a story about an abusive gay relationship any more "problematic" than telling a story about an abusive straight relationship?

I don't want to imply anything about peoples intentions but it feels sometimes, to me, that the "homophobia" card is being played out of some obligation to protect Scott and his brand rather than out of genuine concern for homophobia in the fandom -- because then, I ask, where is that energy for critiquing the homophobic humour prevalent in CC circles?

I've certainly heard Jimmy make jokes about Scott's sexuality in videos before. Where's the breakdowns of the infamous "I am a straight man and would like to be represented as such" incident from Pirates? Where's that energy for referring to shipping as a "bit" or Etho "gagging" at fanart of him and Bdubs?

I'd even go to argue, in terms of homophobic caricatures, Martyn and Iskall are both often more akin to the classic "gay guy in love with you who won't take no for an answer" stereotype than Scott has been. Martyn at least we know is queer, does it simply not matter in his case? Despite the fact that Martyn is very much more villainized than Scott is, to the point where his Limlife win is often portrayed as maniacal and cackling rather than with the solemn acceptance of Scott's LL win or the heartbreak and regret of Grian's 3L win? Please know that I personally Do Not find these portrayals homophobic (although the Iskall side of things has peeved me in the past), I'm just questioning why homophobia in the fandom seems to start and end with one guy only.

In addition: "internalized homophobia" is certainly a thing, but the vast majority of toxic FH fans in my circle at least are very much gay. We're on Tumblr. Fork found in kitchen. I've seen more than one person express that Scott's behaviour in one or several of the seasons was reminiscent of a toxic or abusive ex, or reminded them of some other trauma. It just seems unkind to me to claim "homophobia" and then turn and tell very gay people talking about their very gay experiences that they are somehow The Problem.

Jimmy Likes It, Though

Often in response to toxic flower husbands posts, people will cite the many times Jimmy has said in the past that he actively requests to be bullied, as part of his youtuber persona, since he finds it funny.

I've always found this kind of strange, since unlike the homophobia claims which 99% of the time are unambiguously about the content creators, this is often said in response to people talking about the series as a story with characters first and foremost.

While the area of interpretation differs for all of us, most people do not choose to include behind-the-scenes youtube talk as part of their storyline, since this detail changes Jimmy's character drastically and impacts the tone of the series overall. So what, they were dropped into a death game arena and Jimmy... told everyone they should bully him, cus he thought it'd be funny? Offscreen, with no interactions or monologue in the series itself even alluding to it? It's kind of awkward to work in and there's really no reason to if what you are invested in is viewing the series as essentially an ultra meta theatre performance.

Now, I personally do work in some out-of-series material into my headcanons and interpretation, so let's say that Is a canon part of Jimmy's character -- maybe he knew the group beforehand and this was their established dynamic, or he simply offscreened it all. Now we have to deal with the fact that this is interpretation and the unreliable narrator aspect of the series.

Jimmy (the character) might've asked for this, but under what circumstances? Why does he want this? Is this really healthy behaviour or is it self-destructive? I never see this explored and instead "Jimmy says it's okay" is treated as word of god, which I find to be painful to deal with when it comes to this series (I'll get to this later).

Even if we throw out the character side of things completely, there are perfectly valid issues to have with this dynamic. I've seen people debating the ethics of presenting this type of humour to a young impressionable audience, I've seen people who find it upsetting because it reminds them of their own toxic friendships. CCs have no authority here, Jimmy does not decide where peoples discomfort starts and ends.

I admit this is a far reach, but indulge me and imagine for a second if the roles were switched and the homophobic jokes about Scott were what was leaned in to but Scott claimed he "liked being bullied". Would that be okay too?

People are Allowed to Dislike the Real Guy, it's Okay

There are plently of reasons to dislike CC!Scott that aren't rooted in homophobia, I can assure you.

Let's put it this way: Scott does not have to read this post if he doesn't want to. In fact, he'd have to actively go out of his way to see it in the first place. The fanfic writers are not calling him an abuser in his youtube comments section. This fandom bullshit is not clogging his notifications.

I don't dislike CC!Scott, I don't love him either but I think he's just kind of your average kind of a loser youtuber guy. But even if someone truly did find him to be the most abhorrent human being to walk the earth, talking about it on tumblr should not hurt him. You often see reminders that Jimmy is a grown man who can speak up if he finds things in videos hurtful, and I'd go on to argue that the same logic is never given to Scott who is, also, a grown man who can control his internet usage.

It's all just Minecraft and jokes

The most buzzkill of all rebuttals, in my opinion, is this argument that toxic flower husbands is "taking it too seriously" and that they are just "friends playing Minecraft".

Like when people bring up Jimmy's behind the scenes request, this confuses me because it is brought up 99% of the time to rebut posts that treat the series as a storyline rather than a youtube playthrough. You can't have the grief of Scott losing his husband and Grian's despaired suicide and Pearl's sanity slippage and still acknowledge that it is all "friends playing minecraft".

In fact I'd even argue flower husbands is pretty non-toxic if you look at it Purely from a friends playing Minecraft perspective, but that is never the case. Scott's grief over Jimmy's death is treated with utmost seriousness, but Scott hitting Jimmy for not listening to him or wanting to "whittle him down to nothing" never is. It's this pick-and-choose that drives me insane more than anything else.

In addition to this, while I might be mistaken, it seems like most FH fans are not super accepting of RPF so I wonder what the intent is in the first place.

Furthermore, I do find it odd when it seems like the issue is that abuse specifically is "taking it too seriously" in a series where murder is pretty much the main theme. Adultery is mentioned multiple times in Double Life. Martyn even says the words "toxic relationship" in Double Life regarding himself and Cleo. It's clearly something that is referenced directly in the series and not any darker than what is already commonly accepted in fanon, so I don't understand why it's such a taboo and gets hit with the "no fun allowed" stick more than Scar being a cannibal serial killer.

With the same logic, I could argue that Scott was serious when he said Jimmy was useless, redundant, etc. and joking when he said he was sad his husband died but. I don't do that. Because that'd be insane

But Scott Loved Jimmy

Onto the stuff that's more purely in-universe, the argument is more uncommon now but I used to see alot of claims that flower husbands couldn't have been toxic because Scott "loved" Jimmy, usually citing the positive interactions the two do have throughout Third Life.

I think this is kind of difficult to talk about because, to me, it comes from a genuine misunderstanding of how abusive relationships work and what they look like. I won't lecture the reader on the theory behind abusive relationships and the trauma bonding cycle but I will say that the good does not balance out the bad and sometimes, context is severely lacking.

E.g. the cake. Late in the series Scott bakes a cake for Jimmy and hides it for him to find. This is a moment that I think is fascinating because it showcases both Scott's genuine care for Jimmy and the sadism he gets out of Jimmy's suffering at the same time. Jimmy is actively afraid of the cake, says to Scott that he thinks it's a trap and tries to get Scott to try it instead because Scott was still on green. Scott simply laughs and pushes Jimmy to try it, later mocking Jimmy for being scared at all.

Scott not taking Jimmy's fear seriously in this scene always seems to get cut out, or is paired with the usual insistence that it's okay because it's a "joke", and the cake itself is what is focused on.

Long story short: Abusers can love and care for their victims, abusers can be romantically attracted to their victims, abusers can feel trapped in the cycle just as much as the victim (e.g. the classic "look what you made me do" wifebeater excuse).

"Home?" "Home." and Word of God

In a similar vein, lots of people point to Scott's Third Life ending as proof their relationship had a happily ever after. This is one example of a trend I see within rebuttals where Scott's word is often treated as canonical Word of God.

Word of God, for those unaware, is the concept in storytelling of communicating definitive, unbiased information to the audience. Some iconic examples would be the Star Wars intro scroll, or any of the "once upon a time..." set-ups in fairy tales. Sometimes a character will temporarily possess Word of God and lose it later, such as Katara's intro narration in ATLA.

The subversion of Word of God would be Unreliable Narrator, where the person telling you the information is, in some way, not to be trusted. Some media play entirely on this concept, the Stanley Parable being one iconic example.

My personal interpretation of the traffic series is that every POV is unreliable narrator, with some being worse offenders (e.g. Scar and Martyn). I feel like it does a disservice to other POVs if you simply take one as Word of God, since some characters really do seem different until you see their side of things (some poignant examples would be Last Life Joel, Last Life Scar and Double Life Pearl). However, I must say again, this is not Correct nor is taking one POV as Word of God Wrong. That's just the rules I'm used to operating under.

So first off, operating within my rules: the "home?" "home." scene only appears in Scott's POV and is never acknowledged outside of that one scene. Jimmy clearly remembers the events of Third Life but never says a thing about him and Scott's shared afterlife (more on Jimmy's behaviour post-3L in a bit) and neither does Scott himself. To me this scene has always been either a tragic dying hallucination or an outright lie Scott invented to cope with the events of Third Life. I don't think there's any reason for me to believe the Jimmy in this scene is really Jimmy.

With that being said: taking the scene at face value as something that actually happened and it being a real afterlife Jimmy and Scott were sent to, there are still sinister elements that go entirely unacknowledged. Scott specifies that the flower valley was decorated to his plans, never mentioning Jimmy's, the same valley he previously insinuated he designed specifically so that he'd be "over" Jimmy.

Including Last Life and beyond as part of canon: this is very much not the "happily ever after" for Scott and Jimmy as. Well. They don't stay there and end up getting thrust into another death game where, again, this scene is never spoken about again and Jimmy only acts more and more antagonistic towards Scott as the seasons progress.

Disregarding Last Life and beyond: there is so much ambiguity that it's hard to take it all at face value, are there any other players in this place? Are Scott and Jimmy doomed to die knowing no one and nowhere else? Can Jimmy walk 15 minutes westward and come across the home of the guy who murdered him? Or is this a paradise where all the players can remain? What about Scott, is he going to go back to treating Jimmy the same way he did when they were both alive? How does he deal with the fact that his dead husband is suddenly back?

I do think this last one (taking Scott's POV as word of god + disregarding everything past this point) is the closest you're gonna get to an entirely non-toxic reading of this scene, but even then you'd have to work with the previous episodes of Scott hitting and berating Jimmy continuously.

Finally, one last issue I take with the "Scott's word = Word of God" interpretation is that it is, once again, inconsistent. If Scott ever says anything to contradict his "good husband" persona it's written off as a joke, but him saying that Pearl "cheated on him" is treated as if she really did commit adultery. There's also things that are just ignored, such as Scott saying "You guys (the audience) are obsessed with flower husbands, when really it's just been me and Pearl," in Secret Life -- words that would imply he really did not care that much for Jimmy.

"Nuance."

I see people just saying the word "nuance" or "scott isn't abusive it's more nuanced" like that's an actual sentence with worth really often. I'm sorry this section is harsh but "nuance" is not an argument, abusers can have nuance, real people are always nuanced and real people can be abusers. To imply that abuse cannot be "nuanced" is a little insulting to me.

Please just say "idgaf" and move on this isn't politics we don't need flower husbands centrism

Jimmy is the Abusive One

This one drives me insane but I see it fairly often and I. honestly don't know what to make of it. Sometimes it's coupled with an insistence that you can make anyone in the cast abusive if you try hard enough which... yeah I, I agree. We're agreeing here.

Seemingly most prominent during Limited Life, there's some claims that people are unfair towards Scott and that Jimmy is the real abuser, but I find the examples of his behaviour weak more often than not because they are usually 1. in direct response to something Scott did, 2. using psychic powers to sense characters motives (such as claiming he is guilt tripping people when he apologizes when nothing suggests that is the case) or 3. behaviour that not only is not toxic, but is very much harmless

Examples of the third one include things such as him refusing to say "love you" back to Scott during Limited Life and Secret Life, which he is not obligated to do. Some people insist he "owes" it to Scott somehow for Third Life which I find not only overestimating how much Scott aided Jimmy during Third Life (Jimmy Did die first, after all) but kind of. Dangerous? To say that you can somehow "owe" another person love and affection if they perform enough chores for you.

Another is the claim that Jimmy acts overly flirtatious with other men which hurts Scott which. I feel like needs an essay or two on slutshaming to make my point clear.

What really does me in is that this point is often paired with the insistence that Flower Husbands Would Be perfect if Jimmy just stopped "acting out" and did what Scott wanted him to. I don't really know how to explain why I find that kind of bad.

To me, it seems as if it's almost an admission that the further away from Third Life you get, the more clear it becomes that Jimmy does not have the highest opinion of Scott and in order for the non-toxic interpretation to still apply you need to stretch things, which often comes with the unfortunate side effect of saying some historically not awesome things about people like Jimmy.

Why Only Scott?

This often comes in hand with the first point about homophobia, with claims that Scott is the only one accused of being abusive to Jimmy, when others like Grian and Joel are the same if not worse.

This is another take that's strange to me because.. It's just untrue? I think it might be the shock of the culture shift of toxic fh that's spearheading this, but most of the smallidarity stuff I've seen, for example, come with some level of acknowledgement that Joel is a massive bitch. Sometimes it's through bully x victim AUs or storylines where he learns the error of his ways, but he's a bitch to Jimmy like. Most of the time.

Solidarian is a much lower sample rate ship for a character with a way too high sample rate but Grian characterization ranges from "pure evil watcher who feeds off suffering" to "previous abuse victim with trust issues". Very few times have I seen Grian presented as purely good in interpretations.

MOST of the jausage stuff I've seen is straight up sausage being. Weird.

There was a hilarious confessions blog anon awhile back that tried to claim shipping scarian was somehow morally wrong because Scar(???) abused Grian(???). It happens.

To add to this: very few of Jimmy's other romantic interests were literally calling himself his "husband" while hitting and berating him. The only other "canon" couple I can think of that come close is Jizzie and the way Lizzie will sometimes hit Joel, but that is primarily outside of the life series and their crimes against eachother in the series are always capstoned by almost cartoonish antics of "still love you, tho" (e.g. Joel putting Lizzie's stuff in a chest after she gets killed by a zombie or them choosing to team up Despite it All near the end of Last Life) -- I have more thoughts regarding them but this isn't the toxic jizzie post so I'll leave it at that.

Very, very rarely will I see someone who believes flower husbands is toxic but thinks joel/grian/fwhip/sausage/etc. are Completely fine. I also think it might just be that people talk about Scott more since Flower Husbands is the Iconic Ship and that gets numbers biased into people Only thinking Scott is bad for Jimmy.

It could also be argued that some of the Double Life pairings have the same level of toxic married couple energy that Flower Husbands does, but I'd argue that the soulbounds have enough variety that interpreting them as wholly romantic is difficult to do. There was also less hype overall with some of the most "toxic" pairings in DL, such as Impdubs or Box Boys, which makes it hard to find content for them -- I did a whole little liveblog of it calling Impdubs toxic as fuck. Y'all just didn't see it. Most of DL's toxic relationship themes also come from divorce quartet but admitting that those four have romantic tension in-universe gets you sniped in this economy.

To end: I talk about Scott more than the other guys because. I like him more. I like talking about people I like.

Conclusion (AKA who fucking cares)

I feel the need to restate my intro: no one actually fucking cares.

I've been talking about inconsistency in the "rules" of interpretation throughout this and I stick by my word but I think I'd have to mention that, in order to view this series as a storyline in the first place, you'd have to make some exceptions. I don't listen to the lines about youtube or viewers or when Grian talks about planning the series. I don't think it'd be Wrong to view Scott's POV as Word of God, disregard everything that implies he's a bad husband, not consider anything past "home?" "home." canon, so on. It would not be an interpretation I, some random asshole on tumblr, enjoy personally but if you're having fun you really should not give a shit about me.

However that doesn't mean people can't be rude or just straight up wrong or hypocritical when they claim toxic flower husbands interpretations are "homophobic" despite being antagonistic towards the gay people writing them in the first place (I've seen a ridiculous amount of middle school level namecalling for like no reason??) or claim that the interpretation is for people who "haven't watched their POV" as if a certain takeaway of a minecraft series presents you with some sense of superiority for understanding the cube guy harder than those horrible, horrible HATERS who think Scott killing himself over and over is sad to watch.

Oh and don't mention Pearl's role in all of this the only time I've seen someone try to bring her up I had to read it like five times and I'm still not quite sure I understand

#discourse #toxic flower husbands #random thoughts

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ofwordsandcoffee · 8 months ago

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“What if the unsub sees a freedom in his victims he wishes he had himself”— JJ 3x17

I can’t stop thinking about JJ’s character being such a poignant example of comphet. I know in canon she is “straight”—though the above example happens to be directly from canon— and for those of us who ship Jemily she is generally portrayed as bisexual, however, to me she’s such a subtle but extremely accurate portrayal of a closet lesbian.

Will is a good husband and a great dad, I don’t want to discount that, but JJ being with him doesn’t discount her being gay, it might actually reaffirm it. For me the little clues like this scene above, her wearing Emily’s watch starting when Emily “dies”, her reaction to the conversion camp in “Broken” (8x15), her hallucinating Emily, all the way to the absolutely stunning and slightly heartbreaking delivery of the line “It gives me you” in 17x6 paint a totally different picture. It feels like a trail of bread crumbs for us to follow.

So let’s talk about how a woman who was married to a man for over a decade never loved him—not as she should have. She may have even thought she was bisexual for a long, long time, trying to reconcile her attraction to women with the life she ended up in—these might have even been feelings she recognized very early on but tried to push down because they were confusing. Maybe she even had strong feelings for a close female friend, but felt rejected and in that rejection bottled those feelings, that realization that she wasn’t quite ready to deal with, back up and rushed into the arms of a guy who was right in all the ways she had grown up thinking a partner should be. Because sometimes, especially when we feel vulnerable and rejected, it’s easy to confuse the desire to feel wanted, and liking male attention with attraction. And even though she recoiled from his touch, shrunk away at the idea of being with him all the time, didn’t want her friends to know, spent years terrified of actually committing to him she cared deeply for him and it was easy to ignore those signs. Something inside her was telling her that it wasn’t right, that part of herself, that fear was trying to speak to her—yelling stop. But they had a child she never planned, but loved with everything she had and she couldn’t imagine parenting that child alone. So life kept going on around her, feeling out of her control. And her relationship was hard—work— but that’s what it’s supposed to be right? When you grow up without real examples of what a loving relationship is supposed to look like it’s easy to think that actually desiring your partner, feeling giddy when they are around, wanting to kiss them or tell them about what’s going on in your day that’s a fairytale, that only happens in the movies. And living in parallel to someone you have developed a comfort with through years and years of togetherness is fine, until it’s not. Until you realize that it’s killing you inside and you need more.

#jemily #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #comphet #criminal minds evolution #cme spoilers #i have a lot of thoughts #also the way hotch looks at her here #he knows

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solar4seekstron · 2 months ago

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I. Don’t. Care.

TFIDW!MTMTE!Yandere!Possessive!Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TFIDW!MTMTE!Yandere!Toxic!Ratchet Onshot

Introduction Movie/Series Oneshot Masterlist

Content: 18+

TW/Tags: Toxic relationship, mention of Abuse, Shower scene, a few make out sessions, nonconsensual touching and action, Drift being a switch, Ratchet is pretty quiet and one note in this but he’ll do more near the end. He’s just the quiet type. Bit of manhandling, viewer discretion is advise, abuse, This is basically a dark fic so Ratchet and Drift act like their darkselves, Happy ending.

Notes: Reader is the same height as Drift and Ratchet. Shown a few times in the fic when two bots touch forhelms it means trust and respect. Can be for both romantic and platonic relationships. Drift is in his 2nd form for the lost light

You were a former Autobot Guard. You worked alongside Rodimus and Ultra Magnus in the Lost Light ship.

You once worked alongside Red Alert as well before his passing.

You were also the Conjunx of Drift and Ratchet. You three became a poly relationship after the two got together sometime after joining the Lost Light.

You’ve had a crush on them both for a good while.

But never made an effort to confess. Seen as only a good friend before. That was until one day when Ratchet and Drift appeared in front of your berth room.

Drift having a large grin on his dermas while Ratchet only had a smile when you greeted them. That was the night the two confessed and asked for your cervo to be their Conjunx. Taking you by surprise.

Honestly, you just thought the two were just straight-up gay. But guess they have a thing for neutral bots as well.

Since then they made sure to bond with you that very night. They were so gentle and sweet the entire time. Like as if you three have been together long before.

But you couldn’t help but have this feeling of dread. Like as if there was something else just sitting there the entire time.

Days went by since then. Things remained mostly the same and your spot alongside Ultra Magnus Rodimus. You took notice of the two though.

The way how Drift and Ratchet always seemed annoyed and upset whenever you had to go to work in the morning.

Sometimes the two even tried to take turns with getting you to take the day off and just spend time in the room. Either it be both or one of them.

Today was no different. Get yourself polished and ready for your day before making it for Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, and Springer's meeting.

You looked in the mirror of your shared berth room with the two.

Drift has already left to meet up with Cyclonus for sword training while Ratchet didn’t start his shift for another hour. You smiled as you checked out your frame before turning around to look at Ratchet.

His arms were crossed and a frown was plastered on his dermas like always.

You made your way closer to him before leaning down to gently hold his cheeks. You then spoke as he just stared at you. “I’ll be home before dinner. We can order your favorite dish at the bar you like on the ship.”

Your dermas soon touch his. The kiss sweet but his remained a little. Colder and Still. He’s returned it though. His cervos moved to hold the side of your waist while he held a firm grip.

The kiss lasted for a little while longer. When you chose to pull away, you were stopped when he kept his firm grip on your waist.

You kept trying to pull yourself free but instead, he wouldn’t budge.

You tried to brush it off with a chuckle. Your dermas only a couple of inches from his while his frown remained. He would keep staring at you.

“Ratchet I’ll be back before you know. And besides you know you’re allowed to visit.”

He continued to just stare at you. Before reluctantly letting you go. “I’ll see you later then. Then at home.”

Your smile remained once you gave him a small peck on the dermas once more. You then stood fully straight. Then make your way to the door before turning your helm and waving bye. Ratchet doing the same while remaining on his spot.

The door shut behind you. You let out a small. Breath that you’re sure he wouldn’t hear. “Phew. He’s getting worse every day.”

You started to walk to Rodimus and the others. Clocking in and greeting the others as you pass by. Rodimus was already waiting for you inside as he was holding a data pad and was speaking to Rodimus.

He would turn to you once Ultra Magnus walked away to speak to Springer.

Rodimus with his usual grin soon greeted you. “Hey! There’s my favorite bodyguard!”

You chuckled as you walked closer to stand by him. “How are the Mrs? Still cranky about you coming to work instead of staying home?”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you responded. “He tried his best again this morning to keep me from coming in. He was more upset than he usually was before.”

Rodimus let out a chuckle. You both make your way to the meeting room.

”I don't understand those two. Drift is a part of my team and yet he gets upset when you come in two.

Honestly, he’s the same guy who asked for today off so he can spend the day having a date with Ratchet. At least I think that’s why.”

You were a bit confused and spoke.

“Strange, Ratchet never said anything about having a date with Drift today. More like just angry that I was leaving than a night with Drift. Or something.”

You and Rodimus looked at each other then shrugged. Once in the room, Rodimus took his seat. You stood next to him with cervos behind your back.

Another guard on the other side of Rodimus as the meeting soon starts.

But the meeting is instructed when the doors to the room open. The door faced toward Rodimus. Who now sat there confused when he saw Drift being the one to open the door. You looked confused as well.

Both you and Rodimus exchange looks before looking back at Drift.

Who made his way over as he spoke. His voice was stern. Something both you and Rodimus weren’t used to hearing.

Drift then asked for the guard on the other side of Rodimus's chair to move so that he may take the spot. The guard looking at Rodimus for permission.

Rodimus gave an unsure nod. The guard walks out of the room. Drift taking the guard's spot.

You stood there while the meeting commenced. During it, you noticed that at the corner of your optic. Drift was glancing at you. You’d then feel a pull in your spark. It’s Drifts.

The meeting lasted for a good while.

You and Drifts spark pulling at each other. He wanted you to look at him while you just wanted him to cut it out. After a couple of hours. The meeting was finally over.

You and Drift waited for Rodimus to stand. Both walked behind him as you made it out of the room. It wasn’t until Rodimus made it to his office.

With both you and Drift in. The door closed is when he finally spoke.

“Drift, what was that? You said you were taking the day off?”

Drift then spoke. “Apologies. I just had a change of Spark.”

You glanced at Rodimus who did the same to you. Then you both looked at him. You finally speaking.

”Drift that was a very important meeting. You can’t come and go as you please-“

”What makes you think you can speak to me like that? Ratchet said you thought about taking the day off. You’re never home and we barely see you.”

”Drift me and you have the same job. And Ratchet is a medic for the ship. Checking patience and most times he isn’t even off the clock since he’s the best on this ship.

I chose to come in because I owe Rodimus to keep working for him. And we’re old friends. You think he doesn’t miss me too?”

You bit back. Driftonly glared at you while Rodimus stood there quietly for a moment.

Rodimus then walked over to Drift and spoke to him.

“Buddy listen. I get it they’re your Conjunx but they have a job just like you. Why don’t you go back to your shared berth room and I’ll let them out early today, alright?”

Drift just stared at him before looking at you. You just stared back at him when he finally responded. “Fine..”

He walked over to you. Place a gentle cervo on your hip and place a soft kiss on the side of your helm. He then gently whispered “I’m sorry, sweetspark. I’ll see you at home.”

From there he walked away. Leaving you and Rodimus alone. You let out a soft sigh before turning toward Rodimus. Who was currently leaning against his desk.

He seemed like he had something on his mind. You then made your way over to him and bow your helm. “Sorry about that. I’m not sure why he did that.”

Rodimus remained still with his arms crossed. He just looked at you as you spoke. After you finish. He then spoke.

”Is everything alright back in the room? I never even Drift acted like this before. And I hope Ratchet isn’t treating to in such a way either. I’ve noticed they’ve been a bit more controlling when it comes to you.”

You just let out a sigh before you spoke with your voice softer and almost tired.

”They’ve been acting like this for a while. I’m not sure why it started but, every day becomes a bigger challenge more and more when all they do is argue with me.”

Rodimus's optics widen a bit before asking once more. “Would it be inappropriate if I ask…….?” You then responded.

“No, they haven’t been able to interface with me because they only end up ruining the moment by trying to make me quiet.

”Quite? That doesn’t sound like them. So they want you to be something like a housewife?” You let out a chuckle. “Yes. That….” You remained silent. You then looked at Rodimus with a more softer expression.

“We’re good friends, right? I can tell you anything?”

Rodimus's smile on his dermas grew a bit wider as he looked at you. “Well if you’re kind enough to listen to my troubles. I hope you can come to me to listen to your troubles.”

He said warmly. Your smile growing a bit. And so you continued.

“Honestly, it’s getting more and more hard to live with them. At times Ratchet seems to try to hold back from hitting me. And Drift is so controlling of what I do and eat. So when we’re in our berth room it’s hard to enjoy their affections.”

You sighed and rested your cervo against the desk. Rodimus stands fully straight from leaning against his desk.

His cervo was placed on your shoulder as he spoke.

”Y/N…Are you in danger?” You looked at him before speaking.

“I don’t believe so. But I….” You remained silent for a moment. “I’m…starting to fall out of love with the two. I. I don’t remember when it started. But I just can’t when I’m around them. I- I want to leave. It’s so miserable there.”

You teared up a little. Feeling yourself sad and shaking a little. Rodimus noticed, taking a step closer and giving you a gentle hug. His helm leaned down next to yours.

You soon return the hug. Crying softly into his shoulder. A few minutes went by until you both pulled away a little.

He then pressed his forhelm against yours. You both stared at each other before he spoke. “Whenever you’re ready or need anyone. My help. I’m just a comm call away. Alright?:”

You continued to smile. Giving him a nod. “Go ahead and continue your shift. I’ll let you know when you’re allowed to leave.”

You thanked him. Bowing your helm once more before making your way out of the room. The day carried on from there. But your spark still felt that pull. This time both Ratchet and Drift.

Unsure of what to say or do once you return.

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Before you knew it, your shift was over. Rodimus had let you out earlier. Wishing you a good day. It was just past 2.

You made your way over to your shared berth room. Your spark lets the two know you’re getting closer. As you opened the door, you had forced a smile on your dermas.

Ratchet and Drift were currently making out on the berth. Ratchet sitting on the berth while Drift was on his lap.

Basically in each other's arms. Their kisses filled the room. You ignored them. Locking the door behind yourself and making your way to the counter and washroom.

Putting your sword down. You then closed the door behind you. Getting in the shower to clear your mind. It always helps.

So, as you got started with in-between your frame, you started to think about Rodimus. Not letting it get through your spark so the others won’t know.

On the other side of the door, Ratchet and Drift finally pulled away from their heated kiss.

Drift held the side of Ratchet's helm while he smiled with almost a grin.

Ratchet looking more tired than happy. With a small smile though on his dermas.

The two then turned their helms toward the door for the shower. Then look back at each other. Drift places another passionate kiss. Whispering against the kiss as he stared down at him.

”Let me talk them them. And you go get reservations ready mm?”

Ratchet just nodded while his cervos gave Drift's waist a nice squeeze after gently rubbing them while kissing.

Drift then made his way off him. Standing up and walking over to the shower room.

You don’t hear him as you continue to think. There was a shower curtain between while your mind wandered. Still feeling the touch of Rodimus when he hugged you along with the other times you both were affectionate.

Before and after creating a relationship with Drift and Ratchet.

You continue as you rest your cervos against the wall along with your forhelm.

Optics closed. Even thinking about the good times you had with Drift and Ratchet before their actions and responses started to act differently.

You continued until you felt two arms wrap around you from behind.

You remained still and turned your helm towards the side to look at him. His helm was next to yours. Along with the front of his frame against the back of yours.

Your helm then resumed facing the wall while he spoke.

”I’m sorry for my behavior this morning sweetspark. I never meant to embarrass you.”

His cervo then gently held your chin making you turn your helm towards him like before. His smile is still there. “Won’t you face me sweet spark?”

You hold back a sigh. Slowly turning around as the shower oil falls behind him.

You then leaned your back against the wall. His cervos remain around your waist, keeping you close. His forhelm against yours while he kept smiling.

Your arms go around his arms and cervos holding the back of his shoulders. You both stare at each other before he starts another kiss.

This one is heated and passionate. His first kiss to you on the dermas of the day.

You hesitated, not really in the mood. But you know he’ll get mad at you if you don’t respond. And so, you returned the kiss. Trying to give the same passion in return to him. This continued for several minutes.

He soon forced his glossa past your dermas. The shower sounds out his moans and his cervos gripping the sides of your waist and back. Before moving to your aft.

He pressed you harder against the wall, his panel against yours. Trying to get some more action out of you. His cervos movin to under your things. Making them wrap around his waist once he picked you up.

Your back frame is still pressed against the wall. Your cervos moving to hold the side of his helm.

You know what he wants.

But while he continued you both then feel a very strong pull through both sparks from Ratchet. Drift pulled away a little and let out a chuckle. He then looks back at you.

”Someone’s getting jealous. I suppose he should get back to Mr. grumpy pants.”

Your fake smile is still there as you give him a nod. He gives another long and lustful kiss this time. Holding each other close until you both felt it was time to get out.

You both then walked out. His cervo holding yours after cleaning up.

Ratchet was ready for your date tonight. The three of you make your way to your favorite place to eat on the ship.

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You stayed quiet the entire time. The three of you sitting at a round and circled booth as you waited for your energon. Being between the two as they chatted.

Their cervos holding each other on the table.

Drifts other cervo holding yours under the table while Ratchet's own remained on the table. The two speak about possibly having a sparkling. And who will carry them.

You just started to zone out. Their weirds became white noise for you as you looked down. You could only let out a sigh before looking at Ratchet.

He was staring at you y the side of his optics while Drift continued. From there, ratchet finally spoke once more once Drift was finished.

“Maybe Y/N should be the carrier. They have the best frame to grow a sparkling and to have carry.” You just stared at him with wide optics.

Drift then let out a sad grown and spoke.

”Why not me?” Ratchet responded with a bit of an annoyed tone.

“Because if you didn’t get rid of those thighs then you would’ve been picked first to carry our sparkling. And besides my body isn’t that well functioned to create a sparkling in my spark chamber.”

Drift just grumbled while you looked back and forth at them. The two looking at you with a small mile. Drift's smile only grew wider than when he spoke.

“What do you say, my love?”

He brought your cervo up, still holding it. Bringing your cervo to his dermas. Speaking once more. “Would you like that, my dear? Be the carrier for both of your Conjunx? That will make us very happy.” He kissed the back of it. You just kept staring at him with optics that showed almost worry. Something Ratchet noticed.

”Sweetspark? Do you not like that idea?” Ratchet asked. Scooting a bit closer to you before speaking. You stumbled with your words.

You looked across the table. Looking at the exit the two stared at you.

You finally spoke. Your only way out. “I need to freshen up. I wasn’t able to fully before we left.” The two just stared at you for a moment.

Glancing at each other. Ratchet looked back at you. Reluctantly he scoots down the seat to give you a path. You got out and as you stood Ratchet grabbed your wrist and whispered.

“Don’t take too long. Our Energon will be ready.” You just gave him a nod.

He finally letting your cervo go.

You made your way to a room next door. A place for bots to freshen out and polish a bit. Like for dates and such. Once in you just stared in the mirror.

Rodimus words flowing in your mind. You take in a deep breath and walk out. Making your way towards the two. Both seem like they’re in deep conversation. That’s until they noticed you.

You decided to sit next to Drift where he’s in the middle. Before he can get out to let you get in the booth. He let out a soft chuckle before scooting closer to you and placing his cervo on your lower back.

Whispering into your audio sensors with a smile.

”Sweetspark, you’re always in the middle.” You glanced at him and spoke. All the while ratchet just watched. You responded.

”I just wish to sit here, sweetspark. Is that alright?” You forced another smile.

Drift just stared at you. His optics show he wishes to do and say something. But he’s holding back. The energon soon comes and is placed in front of you three. Drift takes the spot in the middle.

The dinner continued while you all ate in silence. From there young mind wondered.

Until you finally gained your courage. “Um. Ratchet. Drift. I’ve been thinking and I think now is a good time to…speak.”

The two just glanced at you before looking back at their food and seemed to not pay much mind. You continued. Your voice is soft and steady as you plan out your words as carefully as you can.

“Drift. Ratchet. I’ve loved all these years and times together but……I” Ratchet soon interrupted you.

”Come now Y/N. You’d be a great carrier for both our sparklings. And of course, Drift will carry my sparkling. You carry both of ours. The perfect balance. If you’re still unsure then we can talk about it back in the berth room.”

Drift nodded in agreement.

You just looked down at your food. Tired and unsure. And so, the dinner continued.

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After dinner. The three of you made your way to your shared berth room. Ratchet gripping you cervo while you just looked down.

Unsure while walking, your spark grows more and more nervous each moment.

Once upon return, Ratchet let both you and Drift step in first. Once the door closes behind him. His arms wrapped around your waist. Pressing a soft kiss on top of your shoulder.

Letting his helm remain next to yours as he looked down. His optics glance at you with a stare.

”You’re not trying to make us sad now, are you? Make us miserable or lonely. You love us don’t you?”

His voice was deep for a moment. He just stared at you a moment longer. You struggled to find your voice. Drift coming up to you.

His cervos holding the side of your helm and he leaned his own closer to yours.

”You love us. Don’t you sweetspark?”

You are trapped. And there’s no escape right now. So, swallow your fear. You finally opened your intake. Giving them a satisfied response.

“I do. I do love you both.” You remained silent. Drift and Ratchet continue to stare down at you. You then spoke once more.

“I just. You both have changed. Not as cheerful or calming as you both once were.” One of Drift's cervos on the side of your helm moved to hold your neck. Giving it a gentle squeeze.

This made you hold your glossa. He optics piercing. Ratchet is the one to speak next.

“Maybe if you didn’t think about other mechs and always leaving to work to be with him! Then we wouldn’t be so damn cruel.” Ratchet's arms gripped you tightly. You stumbled with your words.

“I-I don’t mean to. It’s just-“

”Just. What?” Ratchet spoke. Drift finally let his cervos off you. Walking over to the large berth and sitting down. Ratchet then turned you around by the shoulders, gripping your arms tightly.

Then keeping you close while his voice remained deep and stern.

”After we have our sparklings. You’ll realize, your place is with us. So get that damn bot out of your mind and thoughts. You took an oath to be faithful. So be it. You going to stop acting up?”

His helm is close to yours now. Right in your face.

You just stand there staring at him. What else can you even say? “Y-yes Ratchet. I’m sorry”

He remained silent for a moment. Drift has gotten into the birth. Energon cups ready for the both of you with his usual smile. Ratchet cervos moves to hold your hips and press his forhelm against yours. Pressing forward, forcing your forhelms to touch.

His spark giving you a lot of pressure. Ratchet gave you a small smile when you submitted. Releasing a deep chuckle.

“There’s my Sweeetspark. Why don’t we lay together…and think of sparkling names. Hm? Doesn’t that sound nice?” You just gave a nod.

His dermas connect with yours with soft passion.

Drift watching with glee as Ratchet tries to start a make-out session. You thought being the first to pull away.

”Let’s uh..lay down yeah?” Ratchet let out a deep chuckle. He guiding you to the berth with him. You of course being put in the middle. You decided to sit up.

Drinking your energon while Drift placed soft kisses on your shoulder.

Ratchet drinking his then lying down. Drift whispering into your audio sensors but loud enough for Ratchet to also hear.

”Well since we figured all that out. Why don’t why try to fix up the mood. Hm?”

He spoke, his cervo moving to your thigh, then just over your panel. Ratchet just rolled his optics. You turned your helm to him a little.

About to speak but he was fast to beat you to it. Placing his dermas on yours while his cervo started to rub against your panel.

You kiss unsure, Drift doesn’t seem to care. His cervos gently pushed you back into the berth while he continued. Ratchet looked at you both before turning his frame to face you both.

Your frame started to panic when you heard Drift's panel click. You thought fast.

Pulling away from the kiss. Your cervos gently presses against Drift's shoulders. He seemed to be upset as he stared down at you. “I’m..really tired tonight. Maybe another time. Once my attitude gets better?”

Drift just stared at you. Before letting out a deep chuckle. “I suppose you have a point my dear…sleep well my love.”

He layed on his side of the berth. Lying on his back. A grin on his dermas while his optics closed. You remained on your back. You glance at Drift before looking at the ceiling.

Ratchet returned to his back. His arm making its way under you and bringing you closer.

Soon making you lay on your side. Your cheek on his shoulder. His arm around your waist. He then whispered. His voice is both low and threatening.

“You’re quitting your job tomorrow. Or else.”

His optics glared down at you. You just stared at him before looking down You remained quiet. Then looked away closing your optics.

Feeling his cervo press into your stomach. You both fall asleep in silence. At least. The two did.

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It was late at night. Still in Ratchet's arm. Only switching positions. You were still on your side while Ratchet was on his side then. Both arms are wrapped around your waist.

Drift on his side behind you with both arms around both you and Ratchet as much as he can.

Are you still awake. Very slowly, you move your frame to sit up. Make sure to move Drifts and Ratchet arms off you. Sliding up. Be as careful as you can. Falling off the berth with a small thud.

You checked. Seeing the two haven’t woken up. The two initiatively cuddled each other while letting out soft hums.

Slowly you stood up and made your way to the door. Your frame shaking a little. Just as your cervo was about to reach for buttons to the door.

You felt a hard pull in your spark. Causing you some pain. Looking behind you, you say Ratchet sitting up. Drift still fast sleep.

You slowly walked back. Knowing he’ll get more mad if you don’t. You felt your frame struggling to stop shaking from fear.

Once in front of him, you just looked down. Ratchet gently patting his thigh. Telling you to sit on his lap. Slowly you moved your legs over his. Take your place on his lap. Your knees against the berth.

You looked down at him. While his optics stared up at you with a dim light in his optics. His cervos placed their selves on your hips. Having a very firm and tight grip keeps you very close. He would whisper in a deep voice.

“We both know Drift is out like a light right now. So tell me. Why were you about to leave?”

You stumbled with your words. “I-I just. The idea of having sparkling scared me. We don’t even. Have our own house or more than one room!” You whispered in a hushed tone.

He then spoke to you once more. “Well…that’s an understandable reason I suppose. But. You should come to me first. I am a doctor….Why don’t we go to the shower room? We don’t wish to wake up Drift now do we?”

You just nodded. Getting off his lap slowly. His cervo holding your wrist and guiding you to the shower center in the room. The door closed behind him.

“Sit on the counter.” You do so. Your back towards the mirror. Ratchet made sure the door was locked. Soon standing in between your legs. Cervos on your thighs.

”Now Y/N, what will you do tomorrow when you wake up?” You just stare at him before responding. “G-give my notice t-that I’m Q-q-quitting.”

He responded with a smile. “Good. And what will you do after that?”

”Carry….carry both your and Drift sparklings. Become a carrier to both sparkling f-for the rest of my life alongside you and Drift.” One of his cervos gently held your chin.

The grip is very strong. “I’m sorry if I scared you sweetsaprk. I just can’t imagine a life without you. A life without both you and Drift. You both belong to me. You’d never break my spark, right?”

Slowly you shook your helm. You finally spoke while staring down at him. “Ratchet please-“ Silence.

Your words paused. Before you can process, you realize your helm was turned to the side. Your optics were wide while ratchet remained still. But Ratchet then grabbed you by your arms pulls you off the counter.

Turning around and slams you against the wall behind him. You both still facing each other,

You then felt his frame press harshly against your own. You finally feel the slap on your cheek. Ratchets are all in your face now. An angry expression covered over his own. His tone was rough and hush.

”You think you’re slick? Thinking you can just go around doing as you wish without my knowledge…..” Your helm was turned to the side while he spoke, optics shut tightly. Trying to not cry.

“Try to do this one more time. And you’ll deeply regret it. I say what goes. So be more like Drift and go to sleep. And sleep.”

Your frame continued to shake. Waiting for Ratchet to just do whatever he needed to do next. Flinching when you felt him press the front of his helm to your sigh.

“I’m sorry my sweetspark. I get so mad so easily. Why don’t we go la down more before it gets later. After all, you’ll be a stay-at-home carrier.” His cervos have moved to hold your waist. Pulling you closer.

Placing a soft kiss on your sheet and neck.

He then pulled you with him back to the berth. Drift is still peacefully asleep.

You now facing Drift. Ratchet hugging you from behind with a small smile. Small tears fall from your optics. Struggling to keep them in the entire time. The hours went by. And the tears never stopped.

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That very morning you pretended to be asleep. Drift got up before you and Ratchet like every other morning. You took this chance when you watched him get in the shower.

With ambition on your mind. You made your way out of Ratchet's arms. But his arm squeezed tightly around you.

His dermas close to your audio sensors as he asked. “And where are you going?”

“I…wish to shower with my other Conjunx of course. I-is that alright?” You turned your helm towards his. He just stared at you before nodding.

You made your way out of the berth. Ratchet going back to sleep. You made your way to Drift. Glancing behind you to see Ratchet optics closed. You then had the craziest idea pop into your helm.

This can be your one chance…You looked back at Ratchet. He was soon snoring.

He was always too tired for anything. So with a shaky break, you quietly made your way to the door. You might never get this chance again.

And so, all in one fast motion. You quickly opened the door. And Ran.

Running down the hall past some bots before transforming. Soon feeling a very heavy pull in your spark. It was from Ratchet. You ignored the pain the best you could.

Soon calling Rodimus, who of course sounded cheerful. “Hey! What’s u-“

”Rodimus, please! I need your help! Ratchet and Drift are trying to keep me home and things are getting worse! Just- Just please I need your help!” You interrupt him in a panic. You then feel another heavy pull rom Drift now.

”Alright alright, where are you now?” he asked with worry.

”I’m headed your way. Please if you can help me get away I’ll forever be in your dept!” You were so close now. Rodimus then responded. “Don’t worry, me and Ultra Magnus will keep you safe! Just stay on the call with me!”

You responded. “Ok ok.”

You were got to the doors. Transforming and getting inside. The guards didn’t stop you. Rodimus having told Ultra Magnus to let the guards know.

Once inside Rodimus made his way out of the long hall and hugged you once you got close enough.

Ultra Magnus is there to help comfort you. The two worried since you.

Sounded panicked over the comm. Rodimus kept holding you and asked what happened.

You responded, still in a bit of a panic. “Ratchet. He wants me to quit my job. Last night he hit me and slammed me against the wall when I tried to leave.

They..they want to sparkling trap me and keep me locked up..” You cried in Rodimus's chest.

His cervo rubbed your back while Ultra Magnus informed the others. Rodimus then walked you to his quarters next to his office. You two then heard Drift and Ratchet at the front doors while the guards kept the two back.

Their pull to your bonds getting harder to ignore.

Ratchets' voice booming for you to look at him while you and Rodimus kept walking.

Your frame shaking. Rodimus trying his best to comfort you the best he can. Once he closed the door. He held you as you broke your bond with the two. Causing you much pain. Once the pain was fading.

Rodimus ticked by your side for the rest of the day.

Both Ratchet and Drift are being dealt with.

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A few months passed since then. Drift and ratchet were sent back to Cybertron for your safety. Everything that happened was kept secret.

Rodimus made sure to give you a room close to his own so he’ll check up on you.

You continued to work for him. You both even grab lunch at times.

Eventually, you felt yourself become more and more safer with the ship and Rodimus. Your old feelings from before everything happened.

Where now coming back to you. Do you mind only having been racing since.

You were unsure if Rodimus even felt the same for you. You start to remind yourself how he’s the leader of an entire ship. He’s either not interested or is seeing someone else.

Trying to get the thoughts out of your mind.

That is, until one day while you were on your shift. Rodimus seemed to be speaking to a purple femme. Those two seem to be close. Never seen or met her before.

You remained still, staring forward when the two walked out together.

The two departed as they both smiled at each other. You glanced but looked away when Rodimus turned to you while the femme walked away.

Rodimus noticed you looking. Casually taking a step towards you as his cervos go behind his back.

You kept looking forward. Your mouthguard is on as your optics look forward.

Rodimus stood next to you, silence between you both for a moment before he finally spoke. “It appears it’s time to start our lunch?” You looked at him before closing your optics, then nodding.

Rodimus's smile grew a bit larger. He then opened his office door, gesturing for you to enter. “Let’s try a different spot this time. Shall we?”

You were a bit surprised but just nodded. Walking in. Take just a few steps in when you hear Rodimus's door closing. He walked behind you.

Placing his cervos on your hips as he spoke next to your audio sensors. “I see you watching me while speaking to that femme. Jealous?”

He teased. You let out a small sigh before responding. Turning your helm a little to look at him. “I just had no idea you had a Conjunx. Curious was all.”

He let out a deep chuckle. Moved to step in front of you as he spoke. “That femme is my oldest friend. And she’s Skids Conjunx.” You were surprised. “Oh.” You said surprised.

He continues to smile down at you. His cervos holding your chin to make you look at him after you just looked down. You stared at him as he spoke once more. “Come on, let's have some energon. Shall we?”

He walked to his desk. You soon follow behind. Having a nice lunch together, for the day.

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I got a little too into this BUT MAN WAS IT WORTH IT UGH!!!!!! I hope you guys were able to enjoy this. I didnt feel like making a sad ending with this one.

As always a repost is appreciated and i hope to you guys in the comments and the next one!

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shuenkio · 9 months ago

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You never know || ☆

Paring: Jake x male!reader

Genre: Fluffy, crush.

Cw: Pet name - "Beautiful"

Summary: You thought he was straight .

Wc: 1.0k

What is love? That's what you've been wondering and low-key craving for. You always thought that love was just a phase during your school time; nevertheless, seeing your friend always bragging about their love life somehow made a small part of you eager to experience it too.

As a boy yourself, it was one in a million that someone would suddenly appear in your life, ask you out for a date, and eventually enter a relationship. You give up for your own good, moving on from this heavy chest feeling.

Not until you developed a crush on one of your boy classmates. The one whose friends shipped you with, as a joke, however, you did fall into your own trap.

His face was Europe-like with his sharp jawline that could cut through paper, while his eyes are as clear as a beautiful brown color, tracing down to his kissable plumping lip. His body is built for spots only, since every day is football day. I'm not going to lie when he's sweating; he looks majestic and hot, and the veins that are pumping on his arms almost make you pass out from time to time. And he's also the physics teacher's favorite student. Perfect; definitely everyone's type.

You know you wouldn't have any chance with him; he's a boy, and you're a boy, even though he's always making a lot of a lot of jokes about femininity in a teasing way that you prefer to admire from afar.

One day you told your group of friends about it when they're doing a silly challenge by asking if anyone had a crush or been taken. You expect that they'll all be in awe, but to your surprise, they've said it's nothing new; they knew it since the very beginning when you gazed back in time at him with your unhidden heart eyes.

You are gritting your teeth in embarrassing, blinking hard, and trying to wash your failure moment away as you cover your face. Instead of bushing on you, your friends suggested you should give it a shot. What if he likes men? You don't know if you don't give it a try.

You think otherwise. There's no way a guy like him is gay; he might have had a secret relationship with a girl already. Losing hope, your best friends come up with a plan without your knowledge; it'd be good if you're oblivious.

During the school trip, technically you were supposed to be with your other classmates; however, your girl friend said she was uncomfortable with Jake on purpose and wanted to switch you with your partner, who's a girl, so you could have time with him, Sim Jaeyun.

You zone out for a moment before realizing this lame plan coming from your group, and as you throw a dagger glance at them, you still switch with her for some reasons.

Under one roof, once you helped him set up the tent, in return, you got a "thanks" from your handsome crush. Who wouldn't go crazy if you could have your times with your one-sided love? Not only that, maybe you could stare at him in his sleep.

The night fell upon you later on, and you settled down on the soft, thin bed underneath your skin as you tucked in a blanket, covered up to your chest like a burrito. You wonder what he's up to as you steal a glance at the older man right next to you. Accidentally, your eyes met him, and you quickly turned your face away in a swift motion, feeling all your nerves tense up and shaking. You zipped your mouth into a straight line, pretending to sleep on the spot, back facing him, ashamed or—shy?

"Hey mn!" He spoke up, in a lower raspy tone under his chin, and mumbled as quietly as possible since he was afraid he would wake the others up.

Your breath stops midway, clenching tight together. Did you just hear him calling your name, oh Lord? You are unable to turn to face him as you respond to him with a simple "yes."

"Can I ask you something crazy?" He uttered back, his voice remaining the same, as he looked above the tent ceiling, waiting for you.

Once again, you thought you were about to explode in any second. If you could eat your fist right now, you would swallow without leaving any pieces.

"Sure, go on, I'm all ears," you finally reply, pulling in together to sound as natural as possible, but luck is not by your side. Your voice comes out like you've been chasing by a bear.

Jake takes a deep breath. He narrows his eyebrows in a mad expression, poking his tongue against his mouth, as you turn to face him. He looks like he's about to break things into pieces.

"Did you like me?" He breaks the silence, and the atmosphere grows thicker instantly. Those sentences are both pleading and terrifying at the same time, as you feel a ping of reality hit you once you process his words.

You swallow hard, finding good words to answer back. Not even the exam was hard, like confessing your true feelings to your crush.

"I'm sorry if I do. I'll stop if you're uncomfortable; it was just a silly fee." Before you could finish your words, he burst in, even more upset.

"Why did you hide such things from me? You supposed to tell me, Do you know how much I try to impress you with all the efforts I put in?" He announced, folding his arms on his chest, while laying down, still looking at the ceiling, frowning.

Your heart is racing, beating in the wrong rhyme, taken aback by his unexpected statement. All along, is he doing all of those things just for you? You feel like a shrimp.

"Yeah, you don't have anyone?"

"Why would I when you're existing??"

Catching your guard, you cover your mouth with your palm in a shocking experience. This is going to haunt all of your dreams. Jake looks unfazed; his face is slightly blushing, but he didn't care; all he cared about was you.

"Don't be such an idiot; we're crushing on each other now; we're boyfriends; no more talking; come here!!"

The last thing you realize is that you're already in his embrace as he tightens the hug, resting his chin on your head as he places a soft kiss on your head.

"Stop leaving me hanging again; I hate it, okay, beautiful?"

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🗣️ crd to the owner pic(cherish)&dividers(anitalenia)

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rockybloo · 1 month ago

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I feel like bitchin so I'mma bitch bc I always see people going on rants on their Tumblrs and I'm long overdue for one. Anyways, this is a long one so be aware you are gonna be scrolling for a good bit if you view under the cut.

ANYWAYS, I know that that rude anon from last week is old news but their whole "I'm sad that Glitter and Guilt is a m/f relationship" thing is just a part of a never ending situation I am going to experience til the end of time (or til I stop posting stuff online) just because I focus on primarily m/f relationships in my art.

And they aren't even straight m/f relationships, which is what annoys me the most about comments like this. They're all bisexual. But because people see bisexual characters as better than straight but less than same-sex attracted orientation, I will always have to deal with these passive aggressive ass comments.

I dealt with this typa stuff SO OFTEN in my early days on Instagram, especially when I posted some of my gender nonconforming OCs like Danny (my pink demon man who dresses like a bimbo Barbie doll). It got to the point I stopped sharing him over there for a bit because I would get comments where people were hoping he had a boyfriend in the past, or they were disappointed I "never" drew any Sapphic couples because they mistook Danny as a woman in a pic where he was kissing Karrie.

And I get the whole desire to want more representation. Trust me, I'm bi, black, and nonbinary. I am NEVER going to get any type of representation outside of the indie artists I find in small niche circles online. I completely get the whole "m/f relationships are EVERYWHERE in mainstream media" mentality because I also agree but only to a point.

There's a ton of trashy m/f media, but there's also good shit when you dig because you can find people who don't just shove a guy and girl together and call that a done deal - they actually give them personality and chemistry and a fun dynamic.

I'm a firm believer that the gender of a ship shouldn't dictate if it's good or not. An interesting dynamic is what motivates me to care about a couple of characters dating. That's why it bugs me whenever someone suggests any kind of series to me and simply tells me "It's gay" before telling me the actual plotline. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT A SERIES IS ABOUT! DO NOT WASTE MY TIME!!! (Please do not pop into my inbox after reading this and suggest me stuff btw because I've never been a big suggestions unprompted person - I typically find stuff myself bc I have weird tastes ANYWAYS BACK TO MY RANTING)

When it comes to my art, I draw m/f relationships as a primary focus because it's fun to mess with gender dynamics and flip them on their head, as well as to give younger me the food I wish I had. Growing up, before I realized I was nonbinary, I rarely saw any black girls in loving relationships in animated series I enjoyed. And occasionally I would get flash banged with the long despised trope of "Disposable Black Girlfriend". So I never felt like m/f relationships were oversaturated in my eyes because there were barely any good ones that featured a black girl with a happy ending - which means from DAY MOTHERFUCKIN ONE I was starving for content.

So that obviously means that when I grew up and adopted my "Make your own food" mentality, I started cooking. AND COOK I STILL DO! Because in the end, I make all this food to please myself. OTHERS MAY EAT OF COURSE - I am always happy when people come to my restaurant to dine because they enjoy my meals, but I hate how every blue moon I will get someone who waltzes into my little eatery and tells me that they wish I cooked the meal they get from other restaurants.

Because it would be so much more productive to just go eat AT those restaurants since they already got the food you like.

Having people comment their displeasure about me drawing a guy and a girl together in a healthy (and occasionally insane) relationship is always baffling to me. It's never going to make me stop, it'll only make me draw more Red Beans or more Licorice. It's also so baffling because I know that if the tables where flipped - and I was drawing primarily same-sex bisexual couples (OR JUST SOME GAY OR LESBIAN COUPLES IN GENERAL BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE JUST DON'T CARE ABOUT BI FOLKS AT ALL), it would be so fuckin' frowned upon to comment "I wish you drew more m/f! 🥺"

But because I draw m/f bi couples, it's totally free game. IT'S DEF STILL FROWNED UPON but one is way more likely to make you look like an asshole than the other. Because even in cases where people have said they agree it's a dick move to complain about m/f from me, there's still that vibe of it being more acceptable just because of mainstream media having so many m/f couples and that being the standard of offline society.

But I'm not mainstream media. And I disagree with a lot of standards of offline society which is WHY I poke fun at gender norms with my OCs.

That's why getting a ton of new followers is such a "oh boy here we go" thing for me, because with old followers that have been around for awhile, they know what's up. They understand what I draw, what I write, and how my OCs typically behave. They get that my m/f ships have rabies.

But new followers don't know this. And this has led to some real big "OOF" moments. Like people calling Jack and Nana a "het" couple. Yes, I know that that's a term that doesn't JUST mean "heterosexual" and can refer to them being different genders. It still feels hella weird for me - it's why m/f is my preferred descriptor because it lacks that confusion.

New followers are typically the ones that leave the passive aggressive comments about me mostly drawing m/f. OFTEN because they think I am one of those artists who will draw whatever it takes to please my audience. BUT I AM NOT - THERE IS NO AUDIENCE INFLUENCE HERE ☝🏾

I am not a taxi where I pick people up whenever they call me and I drop them off wherever they tell me.

I am a roller-coaster. Specifically those ones where you can see the entire track layout in the distance so you know what you're in for. You may sit in the front or the back or somewhere in the middle but that is the last input you got before I take off at my own speed (that will be stated RIGHT on the warning sign you read as you walked in) and once I am done, you may get off and carry along your merry way through the rest of the park OR you may get on to ride again.

This entire passive aggression towards m/f ships is just so tiring to deal with because there will never be an end to it. Even after I post this, I know days, weeks, months, YEARS down the line - someone will see some Jack and Nana art, or some Bitterbat and Sweetheart comic, or ANY of my other m/f couples, and type up some comment about how they wish the couples were same-sex. Or someone will lament over the fact they thought a couple was same-sex but it turned out the dude was just hella feminine.

Because it just ain't enough to have bisexual characters that are dating the same sex because then people will call them "straight passing" and not count them as being queer. And having all my OCs being bisexuals ain't enough to mark me as a queer artists in some eyes because "making all your OCs bi is just lazy" and not me representing an aspect of myself that I constantly see sidelined online.

Me drawing bisexual m/f couples is viewed as something that can be tinkered and tampered with so I can be more appealing and inclusive to others like I'm some mainstream Hollywood series and not just some random person online who draw the fictional beings in my mind kissing each other whenever I got the crumb of free time. Primarily drawing m/f couples means I gotta just vibe whenever I see a moot or a friend post or reblog some weird sentiment referring to how lame m/f couples are and I just gotta HOPE that they aren't including bisexuals when they engage with stuff like that.

I'm in this weird space where I am wedged between "You're not a straight artist" and "You aren't drawing enough gay stuff" online.

And I'm fine with this since I've been online for over a decade at this point. This isn't a vent post, this is a rant. I don't need cheering up or comfort after posting this. This is just some real talk because I typically post lighthearted stuff since I like to keep my blogs positive.

But I also like to keep my shit honest and I think it's important to just state a piece of my mind. I wouldn't say I'm being vulnerable, this is just some insight to why I draw what I do and why I get so annoyed by certain interactions with people and certain sentiments online that are antagonistic of m/f ships that put them all down without hearing them out.

Blah blah blah I'm tired of typing and I've said most of the main points I've needed uuuummm

If you read this long have some m/f fluff

#rocky rambles #important rocky post

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