Pacific rim au? Pacific rim au? Pacific rim a-
Ohhh imagine Pacific rim au with Constructicons being pilots of the giant jaeger called Devastator.
Imagine. They lose their captain in a battle with a particularly fierce kaiju and Devastator has been out ever since, as the remaining five pilots are not ready to accept anyone to replace Scrapper.
Given their personalities, their leaders keep tossing them candidates as similar to them as possible, hoping it will work. But all they manage to accomplish is to remind the team that Scrapper is no longer with them.
Imagine.Then one day, Prowl shows up
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Okay but these pictures are so boyfriend shaped. I can just imagine that he whisked the two of you away on vacation as soon as the season was over and he was back from the GP. He’s arranged for a little house on the beach in some remote area so that the two of you can go out without him being recognized.
The two of you had just arrived earlier that afternoon and unpacked your things at the house. There wasn’t enough time for you to do much, so you just went down to the beach and took a walk, hand-in-hand, talking about everything and nothing as you watched the sunset. Once the dim evening light had washed over the city, the two of you went to dinner and then walked around the quaint streets of the small town.
You had just decided to stop in a corner store as you needed to grab some snacks and things before you went back to the house for the evening. Somewhere as you wandered the aisles, Mason had left your side and you weren’t sure exactly where he had gone. Finally, the basket you had hanging from your arm was filled with everything you had written on your list (and maybe a couple of extra treats that you knew Mason liked) so you started looking around for him.
You finally found him, standing in the aisle of hair products. He had a box in one of his hands while the other scratched thoughtfully at his chin. You approached him, resting your head on his shoulder to read what was on the front of the box when you realized it was hair bleach.
He would hesitantly present the idea to you, wanting to leave behind everything that had happened so far this year and try something new—and maybe a little bit drastic.
Always down for trying something adventurous, you agreed with a short, “why not?” and took the box from his hands, dropping it in the basket and the two of you paid and left the store.
Mason got more and more excited about the idea as the two of you walked home, and his steps grew more and more bouncy the closer you got. It warmed your heart to see the joy in his eyes, a spark that, perhaps, had been missing for a while. He was talking at a million miles an hour and you could tell that the idea of a change had him giddy.
As soon as you stepped in the front door, he was heading to the bathroom, begging you to come bleach his hair immediately. You laughed at his eagerness, collecting the things you would need from the rest of the house. You were moving too slowly for his liking, however, so by the time you were approaching the bathroom, he was practically dragging you by the arm.
You sat on the toilet (with the lid closed) and he sat in between your legs, wiggling impatiently as you opened the box of bleach. His legs were crossed in front of him, and he rested his head on your knee as you waited.
You took a moment to read the instructions that you pulled from the box, using the time to run your nails gently over Mason’s scalp as he waited patiently. He had one of his arm hooked under your leg that he was laying on and you couldn’t help but take a moment to admire how much more cuddly he was when on vacation.
Finally, you had read the instructions, prepared everything, and it was time to get to bleaching.
Mason was sure to sit very still as your gloved hands applied the bleach evenly across his hair. He wrinkled his nose at the smell, not having expected the stench that resulted from the bleach. You simply laughed at his reaction. Having dyed many of your friends’ hair in previous years, you had anticipated what was coming.
You applied the bleach, waiting the appropriate amount of time before rinsing it and following with the toner to ensure that his hair didn’t turn yellow. The two of you laughed at the plastic cap that you pulled from the box and placed over his hair during the waiting period.
By the time you finished the entire process, it was late and the two of you were exhausted from your day of travel, so Mason quickly washed his hair in the shower and the two of you fell asleep quickly while his hair was still wet.
The next morning, you awoke before he did, and you were momentarily startled by the blonde head of hair in the bed next to you. Once you remembered the events of the previous night, you smiled, admiring his new look (albeit with his morning bedhead, there were pieces sticking out in every direction). You couldn’t help but run your fingers through it, trailing your nails over his scalp and causing a shiver to run through his body as he stirred to consciousness.
He blinked his eyes open slowly, catching the small smirk that played on your lips.
“You like it?” he mumbled, grinning back at you.
You could only reply with a short “mhmm,” as you continued running your fingers through the soft strands.
Mason didn’t miss the way that you couldn’t stop touching his hair all day. You kept running your fingers over the top of his head when you’d walk past him while he was sitting down. When he would kiss you, your hand always found its way to the back of his neck, fingers trailing upward and threading through the strands. He didn’t say anything about it, appreciating the extra (albeit maybe subconscious) affection coming from you.
He’d caught you staring several times throughout the day.
The two of you had rented a boat for the day, deciding to go out on the water and spend a peaceful and relaxing afternoon in the sun. You couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off of him and his bare torso as the two of you went out on the water. You were entranced by the new hair, his olive skin that seemed to soak in the sun’s rays and had a scattering of small freckles, the soft curves of the muscles on his back and stomach that drove you crazy.
Mason had finally maneuvered the boat to a place that he was satisfied with, far enough from other people to feel like the two of you had enough privacy to just lounge about.
He laid down next to you where you had been pretending to read your book instead of just ogling him when you thought he wasn’t looking. He draped him arm loosely over your waist, pulling your body into his after you had set your book to the side.
He dropped his head onto your chest, laying there as he slipped his hand under the loose t-shirt that you hand been using to cover your bikini. His thumbs brushed soft strokes into the bare skin of your side and your hand naturally flew to his hair, tugging gently at the strands.
“You know,” he propped his head up with his chin on your chest, looking up at your eyes. “If you like the hair so much, we could always pick up another box tonight and bleach yours to match.”
“Now you’re getting ahead of yourself, Mount.”
this is just a little something i threw together after the chaos of mason's new post had subsided. i don't know how i feel about it so if this is bad please ignore it
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