#writing soppy poems about his crush

[anunfortunatekinlist]

To write you heart.

There are notebooks full, full of notes doodles recipes, poems; illustrations of love, ink soaked pages full of admiration. Small ink platter where Remus had pressed too hard on the quill, small in smudges where he’d dragged the sleeve of his robe over a particularly detailed sketch of Sirius in his casual clothes, a small section in the back of the book, full of pressed daisies from the daisy chain Sirius and James had made in the spring.

The notebook was soaked to the brim with Remus’s admiration, love and unrequited devotion to Sirius, a part of his heat that he allowed to be shown through intricate strokes of his quill, the script of his heart melted into the page.

And it was missing, it was not in his book bag? where he always kept it, he couldn’t find it anywhere. His heart was beating out of his chest, it was dangerous in anyone else’s hands, all his devotion was spilled into the pages and it threatened to ooze into the gossip-filled halls of Hogwarts.

He retraced his steps, carefully looking over the library and the Great Hall, seeing if he could see it on a table, or in someone’s hands.

He searched for what felt like eons for the secret part of his heart, until he finally decided to retire to bed, hoping to find the notebook tomorrow in one of his classes.

As he opens the door to the dorm, to only see Sirius, and the notebook.

[shmpxx]

HE’S A STONER — k.k

⛤ kazuha kaedehara x fem! reader

smoking weed and having sex w. kazuha for the first time.

cw. smut. unprotected sex. oral (f. & m. receiving). riding. fingering. creampie. virginity loss. nipple play. tit-sucking. praising. groping. corruption. usage of drugs(marijuana). modern au. +18!

wc: 3.2k

a/n: I’m in-love with stoner kazuha btw.

Kazuha kaedehara was your classmate in some of your classes but not all of them, he was also your friend sort of in a way that your the only person he talks to whenever his friends aren’t in his classes. No he wasn’t a bad boy, a slacker or a jerk who teases. He was actually nice and friendly to others even mostly you and other girls. Though he was a heavy stoner, every time he walk past to say hi you’d always smelt a whiff a weed on him and his friends. The girls didn’t mind it, maybe they were smokers too.

All the girls wanted kazuha. When he walked into class, they stare and give him a small wave and giggle to themselves. You didn’t deny you also had a crush on him as well, it wasn’t a bad thing, he was cute and the small red streak that gives out from his platinum blonde hair and his intriguing smile he does you can’t resist. But you also heard from your friend that he hops around girl to girl. You never asked or talked about it with him still he never shy away from talking about which girl he had in his bed last night and ‘it was alright nothing special’ with his friends you overhear.

Yeah you did like kazuha but you doubt you ever confess anything to him, you’re pretty sure girls do that everyday.

You thought otherwise yet kazuha has it bad for you. Yeah he messed with other girls but it’s not like he wasn’t thinking of you. He writes poetry about you in private, some romance in his poetry writing class. His friends would tease him about his soppy poems though he didn’t care, he wasn’t a kind a guy to be afraid of showing emotions, they would even ask him when is he ever gonna ask you out or get him to fuck during their smoke sesh.

Kazuha didn’t let his friends get to him, he was just gonna let things go slow and by that he asks you to hang out with him back at his dorm just to hang and talk like friends nothing more, not like a date, not yet.

“Uh..are your friends gonna be there?” You ask him “No they’re gonna be a party, I didn’t want to go anyway not tonight that is cause I thought we could just hangout..” he shrugs

You did think about it, was he being genuine? Or get into your pants like every other girl? It could be both. He is not at all a bad person, even if you say no there could always be another time, he would understand. Since you liked him how could you say no to kazuha.

“Alright yeah lets do it then” you smile

Until then when you got to his room it was no surprise to you that it reeked of weed. It wasn’t unbearable it was tolerable, you didn’t mind it. The surprising part was that his dorm was cleaned, nice and organized and his roommate’s side as well. You never went into a boys dorm so you expected it to be messy, well kazuha made the most of it.

You both sat on his bed and talked as usual as you would talk in class but at least you get to actually talk more and have longer conversations this time.

During mid conversation kazuha pulled out a joint from a tin box that was already perfectly rolled up and a lighter out his pocket. You glare at him doing so stopping from what you were saying, watching him bring it up to his lips, lighting at the thick end of the joint and it burns and start to give out a strong smell as soon as he blew out a little smoke and try not to blow it in your face.

He chuckles to himself when you stare in awe almost like you never seen weed being smoked before but also he was a gorgeous smoker. “Would you like to try?” He asks as

Smoking weed was never something that came across your mind. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to try it or hated the fact that it was bad for your lungs, you knew it was but still it was never in your face for it to cross your mind for you to decide whether you wanted to do it or not. You weren’t gonna lie you were curious.

“I don’t know how..” you admit like you were the only one in the world who never smoked.

“I can teach you” he shifts himself closer to you.

“Okay” you nod but before he gave you it he asks

“Are you sure? I don’t want you doing something you don’t want to do”

“I’m sure” you were a tad bit nervous, only because you don’t know what it’s like to be high once you smoke it.

He passes you it and you bring it up to your mouth already, he lights it and blows on it so it can burn and a string of smoke emitted. “Don’t suck it just inhale and try to hold it” he tells you and you listen.

You ended up coughing really hard, a bunch of smoke leaving your mouth as you didn’t intend to inhale that much and kazuha couldn’t help but hold his stomach in laughter, watching you struggle to catch your breath trying to get the hot air to leave your throat.

“Ts- not funny!” You continued to cough and hit him in the shoulder.

“I didn’t think you would inhale that much-“ he wipes a tear from his eye still snickering to himself.

Kazuha takes another puff and passes it back to you after you stopped coughing. This time you tried not to make your last mistake again.

Only a few minutes go by, you and kazuha just sat there and laughed about your coughing still. It wasn’t even that funny but you couldn’t help yourself from restraining yourself to. You both had practically finished it, it became just a dud at that there was no more use to it.

You felt like your mind was stuck like you couldn’t form thoughts more than 5 secs, your fingers start to feel tingling and the bed you sat on felt like you were about to mold with it or sink in. It wasn’t a scary feeling it was more of a funny, weird and calm feeling. Kazuha can tell you were high in the clouds, it was so entertaining watching you like this for the first time knowing you never smoked a day in your life.

“I assume your feeling it by now” he lets out a small chuckle once again, since kazuha was more tolerable he was used to it and you being new you felt lighter like you were floating, tiny needles prickling at your skin. “yeah i jus..fewl weird..how long s’ this supposed to last?”

“-A few hours”

“Then…what do we do..now?” The way words fell out your mouth slowly like you couldn’t speak as fast as you use to.

“I know something that it can make your high ten times better” he smirks tapping his finger on his chin as if he had a devious plan.

“Hm?”

Your brain didn’t process faster than him pressing his lips against yours and his hand sliding from your knee high up to your thigh caressing it.

You started to sink into his lips, slowly drifting from reality to kazuha taking you so deeply in your mouth, it was slow but desperate you moaned into his mouth as he slide in his hot tongue inside between your lips. Colliding his tongue into yours, You try to pull away for air but he just leans in more deepening into the hot wet kiss with his hand inching higher now under your skirt you wore and his other hand groping your tit massaging it through your shirt. Maybe you were too high to tell if it were real or not but his lips felt so good with yours.

“Put your arms up” he pulls away from your lips.

You did, no questions asked as he lifted your top off over your head, revealing your tits to him as you weren’t wearing a bra underneath and he unzips your skirt from the side and dragging them down now showing your panties. You were so cute and high as hell being told what to do already.

“Ka-zuha..I’m a—”

“S’ okay i know” since you don’t remember by your mind being too clouded to think, there was a time you told him you were a virgin. You had nothing to worry about, it was kazuha after all. You trusted him and your trusting him with your body too and maybe or maybe not kazuha purposely intended this all from the beginning.

He takes off his clothes as well, he had very much pale soft skin and he took down his hair from a ponytail letting his platinum blonde hair fall down to his shoulders. He is so pretty, the only thought you could make out in your head.

his hand reaches between your inner thighs pressing lightly at your clit earning a small whine from you. An intense feeling growing as he continues to rub the pad of his fingers through your panties on your clit. your thighs start to squeeze around his wrist, squirming and grinding against his hand to apply more pressure, it just felt so good.

His lips latch onto your nipple, nibbling it softly and sucking on it, he tries to take your boob into his mouth. You felt how hot his mouth is on your tit, it was nothing but warmth, giving you more of a feeling than just the his fingers rubbing throughly against your dampen panties. Nothing but small noises came from you only.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes please” you whine

“Lay down for me then”

Again, you listen. Laying back down on your back on the bed, you lazily lift your hips up for kazuha to take down your panties off your legs. You were so obedient, so perfect in kazuha’s eyes. Right when he takes them off kazuha licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, begging for it to be touched. He only ran his finger along your clit and how your cunt twitched.

“Kazuha” you cry waiting to be touched again.

He couldn’t help smile to himself, how your literally so desperate for him. “You’ll feel so good baby i promise” he spreads open your legs. his slender hands pushing your thighs to your chest as his head sinks down and you jolted at the feeling of his scorching hot tongue being dragged on your cunt and over your clit letting out a cry.

Your hands grip the pillow your head laid on. Your back arched slightly, you tried not to move away, it became too much from the way he kept licking and using his lips to cravingly suck on your clit. Your head was becoming much fuzzier than it was. your breathing becomes quicker by the second, “ka-hah-zuha!” His name being moaned out from you.

His lips detach from your cunt and then his two digits slowly slid in your core. Your breath being caught in your throat, feeling your walls spread by his fingers. It didn’t hurt but it felt odd knowingly nothing was ever put up there except his fingers are the first. His fingers thrusting into you in a languid motion and he brings his lips back to clit.

Your hands couldn’t grip the pillow anymore, your fingers combed through kazuha’s soft hair and how much he ended up adoring it, his scalp getting massaged while you moan out with his tongue circling your puffy clit and his fingers pumping in and out of your hole at the same time, you were getting dizzy.

Your let out high pitched moans when you began to feel a some sort of electrifying sensation form in your lower region. “Kazuha! I-“ you squeezed your eyes shut seeing stars behind your eyelids. Kazuha can feel you nearing, he pumps his fingers faster and focus on your clit. Strangled noises from you making kazuha painfully erect, rutting against the bed. You came twitching around his fingers and a static feeling growing through your body as you were orgasming.

Kazuha smiles at you in your struggled state, kissing your inner thighs as your slowly coming down. He climbs over you and kisses your lips for a few seconds, parting from your lips once again.

“Sit up” You sat up, you don’t know if it was weed or he casted a spell on you but you were listening like a good girl to him.

“I need you to help me too” he pulls out his cock from his boxers and it springs to his stomach, the tip red and becoming leaky.

“I need you to use that pretty mouth of yours” his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. You nod looking up in his scarlet eyes filled with nothing but lust. You’d do anything he asked you to in your vulnerable state of mind. You went on your knees and kazuha’s hand cupped your cheek and gives you a faint smile before you could take him in your mouth.

You never done this before but somehow from the way kazuha took deep breaths and moans softly in pleasure, he was enjoying it. His moans start to turn into whines when you take him deeper, your tongue licking up his shaft. “You’re doing so well already—“ he hissed.

Your cunt began to ache again just from his whining. You wanted to touch yourself and suck him off at the same time but all your focus was on him and his cock throbbing inside your mouth. Your tongue swipes at his slit, the hotness of your mouth and being high all at once giving him a ten times crazy sensitivity. “Your so good..feels so good…ah!”

He started to squirm, his stomach muscles flexing and his hand travel to the back of your head, bucking his hips a bit into your mouth. The further you went down on him the more your eyes bubbled with tears, nothing went farther down in your mouth other than his tip nudging in the back of your throat. He had to cum inside your mouth, his pants start to get heavier and his voice became whinier. You can feel his cock shudder, bits on cum leaving onto your tongue and then a loud moan breaks out, he releases a hot string of cum down your throat you had no choice but to swallow though you didn’t care, as a matter of fact you enjoyed it, a lot.

“You did so well..” he brings your face up to his, giving you a kiss like a sweet reward. He can taste his own cum on your tongue.

He patted his leg, signaling you to straddle his lap and his already erect dick prods at your pussy, your cunt clenches onto nothing. The embarrassment starts to creep up your back “Kazuha I’m a little—“

“Don’t be nervous” he gives you a reassuring look. His hands on your hips and his positions his cock at your slit. “Think about how amazing you’re gonna feel” and without a hurry you sink down onto him, his cock spreading you open like his fingers did but much more. You both let out a small sigh as so. Your lips quiver squeezing around him tight already didn’t even sink down all the way yet with the strange pressure you were not used to.

“Almost there..” he moans and you whimper in response. Basically splitting you open the more you take in all of him inside you. Finally, your clit hits his pelvis and you’re trying to adjust to his size.

Kazuha’s hands that were situated on your hips rocked onto his cock in a rhythmic pace. Your body in motion up and down on his cock and your eyes flutter every time you can feel him working you open each time. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you let out a loud whine and kazuha’s head tilts back, letting out a deep exhale from his throat with your mushy walls swallowing him whole. “Ah!…your such a good girl..fuck! Feels amazing—you feel amazing..tell me how good it is”

“It feels..it-so good…“ you sputtered

It was like ten times better having sex while high, like the weed enhanced your nerves and sensitivity stronger than normal sex. It was clearly a great euphoric feeling. Kazuha thought he should’ve done this ages ago but it probably wouldn’t be the same with other girls, just you. why didn’t he have you before? It was like you both were becoming one, shaping together, his dick plunging into you and you became a mess over him.

Kazuha takes your hands and intertwines with your fingers, watches you bounce on his cock on your own without needing his hands to guide you and keep the pace steady. “Don’t stop-“ His lips find your perk nipples, sucking and biting on your bud, swirling his tongue around and went back to sucking hard until your bud became red and swollen making you break out a hissed moan until he moves to the next untouched one yet his hand massages your tit and his fingers nips and plays with your abused nipple.

You felt like you were about to crash. Your legs ached a bit and your cunt now being stretched out and scraped by his cock. You could feel it, you could feel every inch of his cock deep within. His tongue doing wonders on your nipple and his index and thumb pinching at your other. It was all too much for your nerves that you start to the feel the knot in your belly forming and time began to slow down, kazuha’s dick pulsing at your walls. You both were about to cum in a minute.

Kazuha couldn’t help but speed up the process, his hips jerking at a erratic pace and each time he hit deep you break out a cry still recoiling your hips against his dick. “I-I’m..about to—“ you whimper “want me to..cum inside?” He breath hitches, you nod hurriedly. You were experiencing everything at once, the lightheadedness like your mind was on clouds, your heart racing like it was about to burst out your chest, and your core ready to cream on his cock. Both of your sweat being combined.

He hit deep into your cunt, letting out harmonized moans together as he filling your inside with his warmth of cum and your muscles contracting harshly around him. Both shaking and trembling like everything was being pooled out of you even the air in your lungs.

Kazuha pushed you down back against the mattress, still trying to come down from your feverish state, separated your legs apart taking out his dick halfway staring at the mess you both made in amusement, cum coating your insides and his dick all together. He smirks to himself, grabbing another rolled up joint, lighting it up and take one huge puff before opening your jaw to kiss you, blowing smoke into your mouth. he lets out a sigh while you exhale the smoke he emptied in your mouth, stimulating your high again. “I’m sure we can go another round..what do you say?”

[witchthewriter]

level 4 (i did the reblogs on my second account @magicoventorecs

about me!¡

pronouns: she/her

mbti: infj

age: 18

hogwarts: hufflepuff

sexuality: straight

zodiac: aquarius sun, virgo moon and libra rising

looks: 5ft6, pixie cut brown hair, olive skin, im curvy but slim at the same time idk, brown eyes, cottagecore style, indigenous mixed

hobbies: writing, painting, reading, singing, walking in the forest, playing the sims

likes: music, poetry, bubble tea, mythologies, aliens and sci-fi, fantasy, philosophy, ghibli, KATE BUSH, witchcraft, ocultism, drawing, sunsets (specially that purple-like tone the sky gains at the end of the day lmao) kids (i think i actually want to be a mother one day)

dislikes: loud noises, people who hates children and animals, intolerant people, racists, conservatives, talk to people for a long period of time

personality: i don't like to talk to people in general, but when it is about something im interested, i could talk all day long. I spend a lot of time imagining fake scenarios, most of them with my fictional crushes. I like to comfort people, and i have a 'superhero complex' as my mom said.

i have a low self esteem specially towards my body. I fall in love easily and i get hurt most of times

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈 

You sound like such a lovely person! So homely! I hope we can be friends <3

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏! He would absolutely love how welcoming and warm you are. The fact that you want kids and have that motherly instinct - would make him fall in love with you even more. Your nature seems very gentle, but also sarcastic when you want to be, and I think he would love that side of you.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Cares about your boundaries a lot. Wants you to feel safe with him. Never pushes you or makes you do anything you don’t want to/aren’t ready for. 

・Is extremely rational, you barely have any heated arguments. If there is, they’re only minor disagreements. I think if he has an issue, he’d bring it up so you can talk about it

・Before your relationship was established, he would come over at night, having this feeling that you were upset/down. Would spend the night with you, looking at the stars and sitting in front of the fire

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Ygraine's Theme by Rohan Stevenson

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒗! I think he's a man who wants to settle down and establish a home with the person he loves. You guys would make a great couple. He'd always be there to stick up for you, defend you, and protect you. You'd feel really safe with Mal.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Never makes you do more than your fair share, especially around the house. Also if you go on dates, he’s paying for everything. 

・Is very encouraging and cheers you on. Will always make you feel like you’re ‘worth it.’

・His love languages are quality time and words of affirmation. He absolutely melts when you tell him you love him. He can be a very stoic person, and his emotions can be hard to pin down. But when you say “I love you,” his heart melts. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Uther & Morgana Reunited by Rob Lane

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔! A lot of mutual understandings; an instinctive knowledge of each other’s needs. You guys grow to unconsciously know one another’s signals as well. A very comfortable relationship, and at times can be structural.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Loves taking you on dates to museums, galleries, aquariums, and the library. A lot of cultured outings. 

・When Jonathan speaks about things he’s passionate about, he gets really animated and excited. You love it. His eyes light up and his smile grows so big. 

・He’s actually really poetic and has written you a few poems here and there. They may be soppy, and maybe even cringe, but he means well. He wants you to understand how you make him feel

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

We're A Team by James Newton Howard

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

strawberry and cherry vanilla plss?

I’m going to do Crow for these!

strawberry:before getting together, how did your F/O realize they had a crush on you? How did they act around you once they realized they were head over heels?

I think it would take a talk with Servo and GPC to realize what’s happening. “I don’t know Servo. It’s different from Kim Cattrall! I feel this buzzy feeling in my circuts and I think about how she’s so sweet and funny and smells nice an-“ “Crow, you dope! You’re in love!”

Crow will write soppy love poems in secret. He also would look up at me and stare more while we’re in the theatre. When I compliment him, instead of his usual confident response, he just goes quiet and thanks me nervously. It’s only a matter of time until GPC yells at him to confess already since the slow burn is driving her crazy!

cherry vanilla: how does your F/O show their affection for you?

He speaks all the love languages, but most of all? Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch!

Crow loves to flirt a lot and has a lot of witty pick-up lines to share.

For example, “Baby, in the world of binary, you’re either a 0 or a 1. And you’re definitely the one!” or “Hey there, gorgeous! My cooling fan is working in overdrive just looking at you!”

Crow has also written a play once to cheer me up when I was feeling insecure about myself. He also tried to write a song once. But otherwise, we are often big cuddlebugs or I’m carrying him around. He loves the free lift. He also tries to hold my hand any chance he gets

[medicdoodles]

There it was, ending up with another date, Drift taking notes, and fish puns to kill him. Also just going to end every chapter with someone saying shit. 

(Part 1)| (Part 2) | (Chapter 4)

After a few more minutes of looking around for Drift’s soppy love letter the two of them return to command and discuss the next course of action on their quest. It took a while for the them and Magnus to pick which direction to take the ship, and which location to stop for refuel.

After checking in with Red Alert, who also gave a cheeky comment about his date with Ratchet, gave them the all clear and sent the schedule to the rest of the ship. Along with a huge list of common dangers on the planets they plan on stopping in. So color him surprised that Ratchet sent him a message after everything was said and done.

“Got your poem speed racer. It was cute. Send Drift thanks as it’s got his writing all over it. I know he helped.”

“Shit.” He couldn’t stop himself from saying out loud catching Drift’s and Ultra Magnus’ attention. “Sorry I just remembered I signed me and Drift to help out Swerve” he moves to grip the white mech’s wrists and runs out the door. “We’ll cover your next shift see you.”

Before his friend can catch up to what was going on, Rodimus drags him into the conference room and locks them in. “Okay Drift you were right about the poem being in the Medbay.”

“It is?!”

“Yeah and Ratchet read it. He thinks I asked you to write it for me.”

“He does?”

“Yep says it’s got your voice all over it.”

“Wow.” Drift face splits into a goofy smile and his mind starts to wonder. “He knows my writing style.” Rodimus waves his servo in front of his friends face and yep, he’s a goner.

“Dude it’s so cute how much you love him.” He snaps his digits in front of the other boys face and shakes his helm when they come to.

“So how do you think we can fix this?”

“Hmmm.” Rodimus starts to sway back and forth in contemplation. “What if I give you some some tips on how to woo Ratchet and you sweep him off he’s peds.”

“You think that can work?” Drift tilts his helm.

“Yeah…” Something in the matrix starts to ping at him. It says something along the lines of ‘this has worked before, but the after math of it has lead to some catastrophic consequences that maybe it shouldn’t be pursued. However, Rodimus is choosing to proceed anyway as he knows Drift won’t hurt Ratchet and if he does, this time he’ll personally kick his aft out of the ship. The Prime steps back a bit when he feels the blue coloring on his plating show up again.

“Rodimus?” Drift calls for him and places his servo on his shoulder plate.

“Sorry. Prime stuff, but yeah this will work.” Then the Prime straightens out and blusters out his bravura. “Get ready for Rodimus’ How to Date your Ratchet, Survival Guide.” Another piece slip out of his voice box without his notice, “Co written by Optimus.”

“Uhhhhh yeah. Thanks Rodders.”

“No problem Drifto.”

——–

As the two of them step out of the room and make their way over to Swerves they locked optics with Ratchet who is walking towards them. Rodimus’ spark once again does that funny little twirl as the medic moves with full confidence. Looking to his side he sees that the confidence isn’t lost on Drift either.

“Hey Drift, Rodimus.” Ratchet says as he makes his way towards them. “Drift.” He leans towards him as if to tell a secret but his voice is playful. “Is it okay if I kidnap Rodimus for the rest of the shift?”

“You can take me too if you want.” Rodimus can just stare in disbelief, if this is how brazen his friend is around his crush it a huge surprise that Ratchet hasn’t caught on.

“Thanks for your support, but I just need the captain here.” With that said, Ratchet grabs the red speedster by the wrist wiring and walks farther down the hallway. “So I assume that you’ve done your captain duties.”

“Actually-”, Rodimus trails off thinking about how to hide Drift from Magnus. “I kinda told U.M that me and Drift were going to help at Swerve’s.” He turns to face the other bot and yep he’s pinching his chevon.

“So you two are playing hooky?”

“What’s 'Hooky’?”

“It’s when you ditch work to have fun instead, like the two of you are doing now. Come on Rodimus I thought you hung out with the cool kids on Earth.”

The prime couldn’t stop himself from stomping his ped and making a pouty face at the medic. “Hey! Fishing is cool.” Alright, maybe Hot Rod wasn’t as popular as Rodimus is now, but he was certainly cooler than Ratchet.

“Whatever you say, but sounds to me like we’re going to head towards the bar.” Despite the dismissal tone in his voice Ratchet sticks out a bent arm and waits for Rodimus to take it like those Earth romance movies. The flame mech snorts and rolls his optics but takes the invitation.

They make their way to the bar without saying much else. In any other relationship the silence is a bad sign, but the prime understands that Ratchet is just much more reserved in these kinds of things.

“Just a heads up Speed Racer.” Rodimus looks back at the medic. “It’s Smokescreen’s totally under the radar 'game night’.” He says with his signature air quotes.

“I get you.” The speedster winks at him. “I can keep my mouth shut.” Before Ratchet can add another word the prime opens the door and makes way towards the other mechs at the bar. It’s a small group of friends comprising of former ARK soldiers including Sunstreaker, Smokescreen, Mirage, and Red Alert of all people.

“Well well if it isn’t Ratchet.” Mirage looks up from his cards and greets the new incomers. “Here to take the rest of our credit accounts are we?”

“Actually just here for some drinks.” Ratchet says and sits himself and Rodimus to a table close to the group, but far away that normal conversation would be hard for most of them to hear. Sunsteaker, for some reason gives them a hard stare before shaking his helm dismissively and returns to looking at his deck.

“Are you sure 'he’s’ okay?” The one pair of twin asks not looking back up.

“Sunsteaker that’s enough.” Ratchet ends the rest of whatever the yellow mech was going to add and everyone else turns their gaze back to the game. “Sorry about that, he’s a lot more protective over me when Sideswipe isn’t around.”

“It’s alright Ratch, just making sure this is a date, right?” The prime looks back and moves forward to grab his servos.

“Yeah kid, it is.” Before he can add a word to the conversation Swerve calls for them back to the other table.

“Hey you two if you want to stay, you’ve got to play at least one round.” The mini con raises his servo and has a deck of cards in between his digits.

“Do we have to, though?” Rodimus answers with a playful tone as he looks away from his date.

“Well it is a closed party. Need to trust you not to get the word out to Magnus.” Without an answer the two of them get up from their table and head over to the the rest of the group. When they pull up more chairs towards the table the man entrance opens and Drift walks in.

If Rodimus has forgotten to takes notes on how to woo Ratchet, well he’s glad that the mech is here to witness. Of course it’s going to be weird thinking about being evaluated on his performance but he thinks his been doing good so far.

“So Drift what brings you here?” Swerve asks as he tries to hide the evidence of wrongdoing behind him but all of the cards on the table fall down causing the group to flinch.

“I actually need to stay here a while. Apparently Rodimus has signed us up for extra bartending duties. I have to make sure to have a strong alibi.” The third in command then glances to the prime before winking and making his way closer to everyone else. “So if you give me creditability.” He shifts his helm to look down at the mini con a dangerous grin on his face, “I’ll keep this little debacle under wraps.”

“Uhhhh, yeah. Sure thing.”

“Well,” Mirage adds a small cough to clear the air, “If we are all settled in I’d like to pass out the decks.”

Without much fanfare the old noble sets the table and to Rodimus’ surprise Ratchet takes his hand into his own yellow one. Of course from the corner of his vision he can see Drift staring at their linked servos. If he’s jealous then the prime can’t see it.

“Will you two be playing together?” Mirage breaks the rhythm of his shuffling to ask the two of them.

“Sorry Rodimus but I’m going to have to go solo on this.” Ratchet gives me a teasing smile before letting go of his hand and reaching for his deck of cards.

“You sure you want to go up against me? I pretty good at bluffing.” Rodimus said as he stands up to get his own deck from the other bot.

“Not with your tells.” Smokescreen remarks from behind his cards, and okay maybe Rodimus did forget he was in the room but no way he was losing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He couldn’t help but ask on his way back to his seat.

“Your too expressive. Makes it easy to read your tells.” Red Alert adds moving cards around his hand.

“Will see about that.” With that he pulls his chair closer to the table and looks at his cards, and oh yeah he’s got a full house.

—–

To Drift’s surprise Ratchet is the big winner of the night. Of course going by the reaction around the room, apparently he usually is. This is the last play of the night and Smokescreen is the only one standing between Ratchet and the last of the betting pool.

“Come on Ratchet double or nothing.” He leans closer with dispersion on his face.

“Double huh.” Ratchet fiddles with his cards but his expression stays neutral. Drift of course uses this opportunity to read the medic’s aura but just like the rest of the night it’s been nothing but teasing. “Tell you what Smokescreen. I’ll bet you all of my winnings.”

That makes everyone in the room shift back. Now Drift wouldn’t cheat for his crush but looking down on the the other deck basically means that he has to have two pairs of kings on deck. Which is impossible considering that he himself has a king of hearts but just the calm nature of the medic even convinced him.

“No way. You’re totally bluffing Ratchet.”

“Am I? It seems to me that you have to a very specific deck on hand to beat mine and, well I don’t think that you do.”

“Alright Ratch I fold.” Smokescreen places the cards face upwards on the table showing the two pairs of queens.

“I’ll show you some mercy and let you keep your pocket change.” Ratchet gives the room the most stunning grin before placing his cards down as well.

“Are you kidding me?!” The ex spy asks staring in disbelief. Looking down on the deck Drift is taken aback at seeing that the medic’s cards were nothing but junk.

“I knew it.” Red Alert adds rubbing his hands on his thigh to clam himself. “I knew you didn’t have good cards.”

“Hmmm Red were you tracking cards again?” Sunstreaker looks towards the bot and the shock of the other bot very much admits his guilt.

“Dang Ratch, I didn’t know you could lie like that.” Rodimus says as he looks back at the medic.

“There’s a lot you don’t know speedster.” Ratchet gives him a wink and Drift captures that for later use.

“Well Prime.”, Sunsteaker starts again. “You ended up flat broke but I still have a offering with my winnings.

"Even though you have the equivalent of five dollars, yeah I’m game.” Rodimus perks up and the way his friend clears his vents tells him that his going to go at it till Ultra Magnus calls them back to work.

“Okay. I bet you can’t make Ratchet laugh.” Every bot at the table gives the yellow warrior a crazed look. Drift of course leans closer to the table and sees that Ratchet is surprise by this as well.

“Actually,” Mirage chimes in. “I too will chip in to this wager.”

“Ha, I’ve been trying since we started this boat ride.” Swerve bangs his hand on the table drawing attention. “Tell you what, if you pull this off I’ll give you free drinks for a week.”

“Ha prepare to eat those words.” Rodimus stands up and puffs his armor. If Drift’s spark didn’t totally and unequivocally belong to Ratchet he might have been interested.

The flame mech then shifts side to side as if thinking about the perfect joke to tell. The rooms vibe becomes tense from the anticipation and even the medic prepares himself for what has to be the best joke in the young prime’s library.

“Okay. What’s the difference between a fish and a piano?” Before the swords mech can start listing off the one hundred and one ways to answer the question, Rodimus puts a finger up to silence the room.

“Okay what.” To Drift’s surprise Ratchet is playing along with the joke.

“You can tune a piano but you can’t tuna fish.”, and before he can stop himself the third in command puts his hand on his helm and groans. The rest of the room is too dumbfounded by what just came out of Rodimus’ voice box to comment before a muffled chuckle breaks the room.

Removing his servo away from his optics Drift sees Ratchet trying to hold in his laughter by covering his mouth with the back of his hand. Rodimus shifts his head towards the medic before he caves and starts to laugh at the dumbest joke he’s ever herd.

“Uhhh I guess I won.” Rodimus says as Ratchet is still laughing and, well, Drift is definitely not recording this for private use either. “So where’s my cash Sunsteaker?”

Before Sunsteaker can respond, the medic grabs his side and falls off his chair and Drift can only stand here in pure confusion as Rodimus kills his crush for five buck.

“Shit.” Everyone else in the room says as the go to help calm down the medic.

(In my defense I might have mixed up Smokescreen for Bluestreak) 

[oyaapeach]

All Naturale

I have a confession to make. I... love boys. I know. Surprising, right? A girl who likes boys? Well, I'd also like to say that... I love girls. But, I also love non-binarys and bi-genders and transitioning genderqueer people who dress from both the men AND women's sections, because who doesn't love a good floral print? And before you ask, no I dot NOT have in any way shape or form an attraction to kitchen appliances, so don't you dare ask that question.

I’m in love with the joy. The small, shy smile of a girl who glanced down at her phone, only to see a text from her crush. I'm in love with the rancorous, full-bellied, soul-shaking laughter of the boy two tables over who just watched the funniest video he has ever seen he swears it on his life (it was just a video of Yoshi with his voice slowed down in case you were wondering). I'm in love with the couple who's pronouns you aren't quite sure of with their hands tangled together and faces pressed close, murmuring sweet nothings to one another in the chaos of life, lost in their own little palaces built on beautiful words.

I'm in love with the anger. The wet kind of anger that wells up in your throat like thick, foul sludge ready to be spewed from clenched teeth, eyes burning with salted tears of rage that shake your body to the core, hands clenched rock hard ready to defend. The dry kind of anger where your eyes are sharp and your tongue is sharper, lashing out like a whip tearing the flesh of another to ribbons, claws and fangs bared and naked as the day you were born. The jealous kind of anger that pulls down the edges of the lips and clumps the lashes with residual late-night cry sessions with the squad, delicately hidden behind a porcelain mask of indifference.

I'm in love with the grief. The silent kind that slowly rips down the wallpaper in your mind strip by strip, that becomes pent up inside like an over-carbonated soda pop, ready to blow with the lighters of shakes. I'm in love with the soul-shattering grief that rips people apart, hearts filling dumped out for the world to see, tear stained faces and runny eyeliner and puffy eyes. The grief that you think you got over but you really didn't, the kind that holds hands with the brittle unbridled rage, fusing to form a single stem of noxious weed, budding into a sickly red flower, the edges of the petals a crispy blue as they fold back on themselves.

I'm in love with the tired faces, from late nights of watching your favorite show because we all say one more episode and really mean the rest of the season. The jet-lagged look even though you've lived in the same time zone all your life, limbs heavy and mouth wide enough for the soul to escape with that single yawn, desperate to suck some life back into your body. The kind of tired from sleeping too much, where your hair is a disheveled mess and your socks don't match- is your shirt really on backwards right now?- and your headphones are tangled, but you didn't care enough to untangle them so now there's a mass of wires dangling beneath your chin as you listen to loud energizing music placed close to your breast.

I’m in love with the over-caffeinated look, blazed eyes wild as the shift to and fro, blue black brown green hazel golden speckled endless pools and forests and pits of darkness that only the sun can reveal, emotions worn out in the open and walls built so high how the hell do you expect me of all people to break them down. Well, one brick at a time of course. The look of a person who just ran their first race, sang their first song, preformed their first play, a surge of pride and elation tingling in the fingertips like staccato drumbeats in time with your pounding heart. Wide eyes filled with lust pupils blown wide and iris darkened with desire, breath coming in heavy pants through spit-soaked lips, words of praise slipping through numbly.

I'm in love with the people who have no idea I exist and the people who do. I'm in love with the ones who are tiny tall thick slender masculine feminine what the hell are you I love you I love you I love you that's what makes me human!

I'm not so in love with people who... y'know lets maybe not go there because this is about all the things I love and whoa is that a touchy subject. I love the natural state of people when they think nobody is looking, or maybe when they know people are and they just don't care.

I'm in love with boys. I'm in love with girls. I'm in love with non-binary and bi-genders and transitioning genderqueer people. And I swear to god if you ask me if I like pans one more time I'm going to punch you don't test me.

Because I'm human too. I have the soul of a human. I have those angry days, those wet soppy "oh my god are you really crying right now?" (More often than not if you can believe it). I have those silent wallpaper-ripping demons (my therapist says it was called depression but that was also a long time ago) and those heart-wrenching tear soaked nights where I stay up waaaaaaay too late writing sappy poems like this one. I have those moments of unadulterated unfiltered spouts of soul-shaking laughter, and I wish I had me a person to sing silly sonnets to when the sun went down. I don't particularly drink coffee often, but damn do I love a good cup o' tea. I know and love the exhilaration of standing up and putting my soul out for the world. I live for it.

And if you want, I can live for you too. Because I love one hundred percent natural human.