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“Recently, I thought a lot about changing my personal style. When we shot our album cover, I wore leopard print. It was actually not bad at all. So I thought… I should step out of my comfort zone. That’s what I’ve been thinking lately.” — jungkook talking about stepping out of his comfort zone ♡
yes but strictly in non-medical scenarios. mc has to take their top off for a lung x-ray to make sure there aren’t vines or something growing in there (you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands), and it’s nothing to him. he’s like “bra too, if you wouldn’t mind. the clasps get in the way.”
and then like five minutes later mc’s sock slips down their thigh as they’re adjusting their uniform and he’s so beet red he can barely stutter out something that vaguely sounds like “cadaver” before he’s tripping over his own shoes trying to get out of the room.
You think Yuri is the type of guy who would go crazy over seeing ankles? He's a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time.
Yuri sees PC's ankles: "THIS IS UTTERLY PREPOSTEROUS!! T-THIS PRONOGRAPHY!"
Jiro causally bleeding on the bed: "How scandalous. Please tend to my wounds."
You ever just… miss a video game character? Like, you’re surrounded with online content that concerns them, but you miss having your own unique experiences with them, even if those experiences are constrained by the narrative of the game?
regarding the latest post with bee and cliff being meg and op’s sparklings: what are their reactions to star being bee’s conjunx?
I imagine megs is gonna blow a fuse and immediately try something to make them split, cliff takes his sire’s anger as well but he’s vocal about it, op is trying to be civil here but has his own doubts. bee knew this was a mistake but bought star because it would eventually be known soon, meanwhile star has a smug smile and isn’t (not a lot anyway) phased by bee’s family. drift and ratchet don’t like it either, neither does their sparklings. but their sparklings are more accepting, since if bee likes this menace of a seeker maybe he’s not that bad. (they may or may not be right)
adore and love your writing 🫶🫶
😭 thank you!
Bee is 100% not ready to introduce his conjunx to his family.
Cliff is downright unbearable in his complaining and his sire is over the top literally shooting his canon at Starscream who is laughing and antagonizing the former war mech.
Optimus is no better because he does keep his conjunx from offlining Starscream but he does threaten him with a Spark scalpel curtsey of Ratchet who came to the family dinner with his conjunx and sparklings who brought their conjunxes and sparklings.
Cliff is conjunxed to Mirage who proved his love for Cliff already, so the mech is just sitting back watching everything unfold happy to not be the subject of his conjunxs creators ire.
Starscream is not an idiot.
He does not take Optimus’s threat lightly and he knows to fear that mech more than Megatron. He’s dealt with Megatron for thousands of years, he knows how to deal with him.
Its Drift and Ratchet along with Optimus that he fears.
He knows who Drift used to be and he knows Ratchet can and will take him apart piece by piece.
He has no intentions of hurting or leaving his little space bee but he does wish for this family dinner to be over with so they can go back to the peace and quiet of their home where he can spoil his little brat of a conjunx and enjoy his spoiling right back.
Starscream matches Cliff’s snide remarks right back and matches Ratchets glares with devious smirks while carefully taunting Optimus whenever he makes an underhanded remark and he matches Drifts weary glares with raised optic ridges.
By the end of dinner Bee has enough and lays in on his family for being so rude to Starscream.
“Carrier! You can’t say a word about my choice in conjunx when sire was a warlord!! Sire! You worked with him!!! You both committed war crimes! Uncle Drift you were a decepticon too at one point and Uncle Ratchet you conjunxed him when he was still a con! None of you have the right to judge so stop it! Or I won’t be coming back!”
“And cliff!”
Cliff was just staring with his mouth open since Bee so rarely yelled.
“Stop with the remarks! You hated it when sire and carrier treated Mirage like this! Don’t do it to me and my conjunx!”
Bee stands and yanks Starscream with him who looks shocked and follows Bee before holding him and lifting him up.
“While your family is quite rude to guests. They have a right to worry love.”
“Not you too.”
“I’m on your side always,” Starscream assured him, “but I don’t want to see you arguing with your family or on bad terms. Especially because of me.”
And Bee knew his love missed his trine even if they were simply far away back in Vos it sucked to be without your family close by. Especially since the trio were so close they practically lived with them.
“Lets head back home to Vos?”
And Starscream smiled a little at this, completely focused on Bee forgetting the others who saw Starscream in a different light.
“Only if you all reconcile,” he agreed kissing his yellow loves helm.
“I think we owe you an apology,” Optimus said after clearing his intake passage.
“Sorry Bee…screamer,” Cliff said still such a brat but at least he tried.
Ratchet was still bitter but he did huff out a gruff sorry followed by Drift’s apology.
Megatron had to be elbowed by Optimus and after a few kliks and a sigh he apologized.
Bee bunched up Starscreams dermas before his mate could make things worse.
“Thank you,” he smiled warmly, “i think we should go now. I’ll contact you guys later?”
With a sad nod his creators and split spark hugged him before seeing them off.
Dinner went well since no one was offlined but it was still a disaster.
Bee was wondering what they’d do if the two ever sparked.
He was not looking forward to that conversation.
Im gonna cry
:(
katsuki who loves nose kisses btw. who's been innocently doing them with you ever since he was small and who still does them now. it's basically a reflex. whenever you're worried for him, or he has to go off somewhere, he presses his forehead to yours. who looks you straight in the eyes with an unspoken promise to be safe. he nods, smushing his nose to yours and nuzzling it softly, almost shyly. and then he's gone again, cheek, ears and nose completely pink.
Heres that time bad perfectly predicted when the train would arrive, much to Tina's dismay. :3
just found out my mom is also a Joseph Quinn simp I'm gonna go die now
Steve's girl has an emotional support teddy that she sleeps with every night, and he gets a little jealous because she holds it so close to her, right by her heartbeat and she's always saying how cute it is and how much she can't be without it and poor steve feels a little left out until he gets up in the middle of the night and she's tugging him back into bed with a little pout on her lips because she can't sleep without her stevie <3
spending hours on call with modern!steve because he's just so pretty you get distract and forget you're on a work call <3 not that he minds <3
STEVE HARRINGTON Stranger Things | 4.01
Freckles and Rigatoni Lines
Happy birthday, @ghelullu :) ♡
content: 850 words, copia x gn!reader, can be read as papa or cardi, slightly suggestive/post sex, naked cuddles, cake eating, tooth-rotting fluff, MDNI
His hair tickles you awake.
At least you think you must have fallen asleep because you can’t remember it being dark outside when you closed your eyes. Copia is wrapped around you like a blanket, all soft skin and easy snores. You shift a little to release the pressure on your neck only to feel the stray crumbs of the cake you shared earlier pressed to your side, some frosting melting against your skin.
You feel sticky in other places as well which makes you smile against his neck. Copia had promised you the day would end with sweets and orgasms. Not that you ever doubted him or his abilities to make this a reality but in truth you still struggled to believe your luck in finding this man.
He is a furnace and it’s not exactly cold in the room, but you can’t bring yourself to move just yet. The shower can wait until you’ve had your fill of the remaining smell of his cologne and the feel of his sweaty skin glued to yours. Your belly is all fizzy but not from the delicious food you shared over dinner. He had made sure the day would be perfect, in all aspects, and the happy butterflies were untameable tonight. You felt loved – wholly, supremely loved.
Your head rests on his shoulder, one leg tucked between his and his arms keep you pressed against his hairy chest. There is little wiggle-room, but you manage to slide one hand up and draw a soft line over his love handle, back and forth. He is so soft, faint stretch marks littering his sides, the rigatoni lines as he likes to call them, and you press your lips to his Adam’s Apple.
Copia hums, half-awake, his fingers curling over your buttocks. You chuckle and he only pulls you tighter, exaggerated as though he wants to pull you into him. When he releases you with a sigh one of his hands settles on your knee, the other on your upper back. You squeeze his hip and he smiles lazily down at you, eyes crusty and curtained by loose strands of hair that have fallen into his face. He looks lovely, happy, content.
“More cake?” he asks.
You shake your head, bringing your hand up to brush the hair from his face. Through his smeared eye paints your thumb is greeted by countless freckles as you swipe it over his cheekbone. Summer suits him, you think, those Mediterranean genes thriving with the increased sunlight. They stand out prominently, patches of brown spots littering his skin all across his body. Looking at him feels like you’re on vacation, a reminder why summer is not all bad.
“I’m quite content,” you whisper, tracing the lines of his face until you reach his very pink lips.
He traps your thumb with them, then grabs your hand to press more kisses to your palm, your fingers, your knuckles. He is soft, though his cheeks feel a little scratchier now at the end of the day. It’s a lovely contrast.
“That was my goal,” he says, leaning in for a lazy kiss. “Though I would not say no to the other half in the fridge.”
“Only if you grab it,” you mumble, the thought of leaving the bed not at all enticing.
“Ah, I spoil you for one day and already you got used to it,” he grumbles playfully.
Instead of a reply you lean in for another kiss, this time with more effort. He reciprocates, releasing your hand in favour of cradling your cheek. You sigh, tugging at his hair a little until he opens his lips and deepens the kiss. His tongue moves against yours and you think that perhaps you do want some cake after all, if only to kiss the frosting from his lips when you’re done.
“You can be very convincing, amore,” he says after breaking away, looking at your pleading face in contemplation. “Ah shit, okay, I will get it.”
You roll onto your back once you manage to untangle your sticky limbs and it feels good to straighten out your spine for a moment. Your body aches in the way only a beautiful day makes you ache, tired but happy bones. You smile when you hear Copia rummaging in the kitchen, the fridge door opening and closing with a healthy set of excited giggles.
He returns with two forks and a generous slice of cake to share. When he sinks down beside you you sit up and allow him to feed you the first bite. It tastes better now in the quiet of the night, a treat after a treat – second dessert.
“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss some frosting from his chin. “It was a lovely night, a lovely day.”
He smiles, proud and happy, closing the gap for one of those sweet, sugary kisses you’ve been exchanging all evening. “Only the best for my baby.”
“Does that mean I get the last piece of cake?”
A frown, lips pursed as he stabs a crumb with the fork. “Ah, I would not go that far, amore. There are limits to my generosity.”
I hope you enjoyed! Happy birthday again ♡ (header credit)
❛ ✦ / 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲: 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗴𝘂𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀・ 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴 ✦ 𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐟𝐩'𝐬 ✧ ៸៸ 𝙱𝚈 𝚄𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰 . 𖣗 ⤸ ﹫ᴢᴇᴜsᴛʏᴀ ⸝⸝ ˖ ੭ ! ❪ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝗈𝗋 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲/𝘂𝘀𝗲 ﹏۵٠｡
I've developed a taste for you now 🍒