#i'm gonna finish up a comm post then come back to this later on!

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@clonexreaderbingo

Square: Kix

It's been a bit since I've posted a bingo one shot; I had a slight block with this one, but now it is complete! Shoutout to @l-lend for helping me with the idea 😊 Love you, bestie!!

"Kix, you've got to take a break. You're gonna work yourself to death."

Your best friend, Kix, who was a medic of the 501st, had been dealing with so many patients in the past couple weeks. You weren't even sure when was the last time he'd slept. He'd been practically living at the Coruscant med bay and you had barely seen him pretty much until now. He'd only gotten back to the apartment you two shared to pick up some more medical supplies. 

"I can't, I've got too many patients," he told you. 

"You know there are other medics in the GAR that can take care of things for you," you told him. 

"I'll be fine. I have to help my brothers," he replied, digging through a case of vials. 

You put a hand over his to stop him from grabbing more vials. "Kix! You're not the sole medic of the entire Clone army!" you scolded him. Being closer to him, you could now see the dark rings under his eyes. "When was the last time you even got any sleep?"

He sighed. "I don't know…but I'm fine."

"Kix…!" you groaned, irritated. 

He collected all the supplies he'd gotten into his pack and called over his shoulder, already halfway to the door, "I'll be back later!"

You groaned aloud again. You were getting worried about him. If he kept this up, he was either going to get himself sick or worse, but he was a stubborn one. When he set his mind to something, he stuck with it. Some days, you loved that about him; other days, like this one, it infuriated you to no end. It didn't help that you secretly held deeper feelings for your best friend, not wanting to potentially ruin your friendship, so when you worried about him, it only doubled because of that. 

"Medics are the worst…," you mumbled to yourself. You yourself were a technician who'd been hired by the Grand Army and by now, it was time for you to go to work. You had an appointment to make, so you got your datapad and other tools needed and left the apartment.

Over an hour passed and, just as you were finishing up with your work for a client, your commlink chirped, followed by a voice you knew, saying, "(Y/N), it's Captain Rex. You need to get to the med bay. Kix has collapsed."

Kix's body ached, his head throbbed, his throat was on fire, he felt hot and cold at the same time and he had shivers. His eyes heavily fluttered open and he realized the ceiling didn't match the med bay's. It looked like…the ceiling of your apartment. How did he end up here? The last thing he remembered was getting a med patch for another injured Clone and then things got fuzzy. Why was he back here and not with his patients?

He attempted to move and his whole body and head twinged in pain. A moan escaped his mouth as he tried to push himself up, noticing his armor was gone and he was only in his black undersuit. 

"Oh no, you don't. You are not getting out of that bed."

Your voice sounded from a few feet away and, with another groan, he turned his head to see you coming towards him with a steaming bowl in your hands. The look on your face was a mix of relief and immense irritation. He recognized your surroundings and realized that he was indeed in your apartment somehow. 

"How did I get here?" Kix asked you as he forced himself to sit up and put a hand up to his head. 

"We had to bring you here on a stretcher. It wasn't easy, but luckily, Rex and Jesse helped me," you told him. 

Kix sighed, trying to push aside the aching throughout his body. "What are you talking about?" Then he let out a startled yelp as you pulled out a pain relief stim from your pocket and injected it into his neck without warning. 

"You collapsed in the med bay, you idiot!" you exclaimed as you put the stim down and sat on the edge of bed, carefully handling the hot bowl you had in your other hand. "I got a comm from Rex telling me to come get you because you had passed out. I told you that you've been working too hard and look at what happened."

Kix rubbed at his neck where you had just injected him and said while shivering, "I'm sh--sure it was j--just coincidence. If I…get back up and moving, I'll be f--fine."

"You're really still going to argue with me about this?" you asked back. 

By this point, he was attempting to move his legs to the edge of bed while still moaning from aches. "I h--have patients to attend to. They n--need me," he said, almost slurring his words as he got over the side of the bed and stood up shakily. 

You spoke up, "What about me, Kix? Don't you think I need you?" When he looked back at you through heavy eyes, you said to him, "I need my best friend and if you keep this up, he's going to slowly disappear. I've been charged by Captain Rex to take care of you and keep you here until you've regained your health."

His lips curled down, unamused. "Are you...s--serious?"

"Yes. So get back in this bed and eat this soup. That's an order."

"You can't…give me orders."

"I can when I've been ordered by your Captain to look after you. Now get back in bed right now before I have to sedate you."

The firmness and authority in your voice right then was strangely intimidating to Kix. It was almost scary. He knew you could be tough when you wanted to be, but you'd never gotten this way with him. He was going to respond, but he could feel his legs shaking and his body was weak. He lost his balance, but you stopped him. You moved quicker than he'd ever seen you; putting the bowl down on a table at the end of the bed and jumping up to catch him around his waist.

"You medics really are the worst patients," you commented to him as you pulled him back and helped lower him back onto the bed.

As you turned him, got his legs under the covers and sat him up against the wall, he said back tiredly, "You technicians are the worst doctors."

Picking up the bowl and scooping some soup into the spoon, you replied, "Yet I'm the one doing a better job at taking care of you. Now, shut up and eat." 

You held the spoon up to his lips and he reluctantly opened it, letting you feed the hot soup you'd made into his mouth. It was savory and tasty and the heat helped the soreness in his throat. You had figured Kix would resist staying here, but he was really giving you a run for your money. Luckily, once the first bite of soup went down, you could see him physically start to relax against the wall and sink just slightly into the bed. It seemed like he was now allowing himself to relax. You got another spoonful of soup ready, held it up and fed it to him. 

After a couple more bites, Kix said your name in a weak voice that made your heart swell with pity for him. You looked up and found him looking at you with exhausted eyes and a tired smile. 

"Thank you…," he said through an exhale. 

You smiled back. "Of course, Kix."

His head began to fall forward and you could tell he was going to succumb to sleep at any second. You urged him to lay down flat on his back and pulled the covers up all the way to help keep him warm. Almost immediately, he was out. As he lightly started snoring, you ran your hand over his buzzed, tattooed head.

"You idiot," you said affectionately before softly kissing his forehead.

Fortunately for you, you didn't have anymore clients for work for the rest of the day or the next day either, so you were able to just stay home and be there for Kix, if he needed you. Though, you could tell that the Clone was incredibly sleep-deprived because it wasn't until the afternoon the next day that Kix woke up. His rest had been a bit fitful from time to time from aches and chills, but you had given him medicine and helped lull him back to sleep each time. 

When he awoke, he took a moment to assess his situation. It appeared his fever had broken and he no longer had chills. There were still slight aches in his muscles and he still felt a bit weak, but it was already a vast improvement. He slowly sat up, grunting loudly enough for you to hear him waking up in the other room.

A few seconds later, you walked into the room and quietly greeted him. When he looked up at you, you had a sweet smile on your beautiful face that made him feel warmer than any of your homemade soup ever did, which only prompted him to smile back. In your hands, you held a cup of steaming tea and you brought it over to him. 

"How are you feeling?" you asked him as he took the cup. 

He heaved a heavy sigh. "I'm still a bit weak and will need more time to properly recover, but all things considered…I feel much better. Especially with you here."

You grinned timidly. "You definitely seem better," you commented. 

He took a sip of the tea and then asked, "How long was I out?"

Your eyebrows shot up and you answered, emphasizing each word, "Twenty. Whole. Hours, Kix."

His eyes widened and he nearly spit out the second sip of tea he'd taken. "What?"

Nodding, you said, "Yeah…you haven't slept in days, so I'd say you needed every second of that very long rest."

Kix looked down into the dark tea, catching a glimpse of his tired reflection. "I really have been bad about taking care of myself lately, haven't I?"

"You're dedicated to your work and to helping others and I admire that about you," you said, laying your hand on his shoulder, "but sometimes, you get too caught up in what you do. You try to take on the entire workload of the whole Grand Army all on your own, it seems, sometimes. It's okay to take a step back when you're feeling overworked and take a break."

He sighed, closed his eyes and nodded. "I know you're right. I just hate feeling like I'm letting my brothers down if I do."

Your hand came up to his cheek and you gently urged him to look at you. "You know none of the Clones would ever think that of you," you assured him, your thumb rubbing his cheek. "Taking care of yourself isn't selfish. Taking care of yourself makes it so you can still continue helping others, which is what you're best at." Then you worked up what courage you had and placed a kiss on his other cheek. 

At the contact of your lips on his skin, Kix froze up slightly in surprise and turned to meet your eyes when you pulled back, reaching up and grasping your hand on his cheek. Something about the look he could see in your eyes was stirring up a wave of emotions within him that he hadn't felt before. 

"I don't know if I'm still delirious from being sick or not…and you don't have to say 'yes', but…can I kiss you?" he asked of you. 

For a moment, you wondered if you were now getting sick because there was no way you'd heard him right…but the way he was looking at you and the fact you could feel him ever so slowly leaning towards you told you otherwise. 

In a shaky whisper, you replied, "Kix…I've never wanted to say 'yes' to you more than I do right now."

Kix's eyes went wide a little, shocked at how quickly and how positively you responded to him. Then, with a relieved smile, he closed the distance and pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. You felt a small shiver go up your spine, hardly believing this was actually happening. 

When he pulled back, he said hesitantly, "I know you're not supposed to kiss anyone when you're sick…but I couldn't help myself."

"I don't care," you said back. "I've…actually wanted to kiss you for a while. I was afraid to because you're my best friend and I was worried it would ruin our friendship."

"Honestly…I had thought the same thing," he admitted. 

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, really."

You smiled again with giddiness and nuzzled his nose. "We're both pretty hopeless, I guess. Now, keep drinking that tea, soldier."

He looked down at the tea and then back at you. "I don't know. I think that kiss helped cure me and I feel a lot better."

"Mmm nice try," you said, smirking knowingly. 

"Ah, really thought I was gonna get away with that," he said with fake disappointment.

"It's like I said: medics really are the worst patients," you responded. 

He grinned back. "Well, I have to be in order to get someone like you to take care of me."

Even though you couldn't deny the butterflies you got in your stomach at his statement, you just smiled at him and replied, "Flattery is only going to get you so far with me." Then you kissed him again before ordering him, "Drink your tea and I'll get some more medicine for you."

"Yes, ma'am."

Clone x Reader Bingo 2023

#star wars the clone wars #clone wars kix #kix x reader #cfb2023

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hi love! ✨🎀🎉💌 hope ur doing amazing 🤍

Hi darling! Thank you, I've had a good day so far and you're making it even better 💙💙💙

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Honestly, I kinda wish Echo and Comms had more attention? It has a couple of readers, whom I greatly appreciate, but I've had trouble getting motivated for the third part since Echo's not as popular as some of his brothers 😅 Still gonna finish it tho, because I adore Echo and know others do too 💙

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

Oh boy, okay, time to think positively! Um, I really like the way I write dialogue. Back when I was a teenager and started improving my writing, it was one of the first (and repeated) compliments I got, that people liked my dialogue and how they can hear the character's voices when reading 😊

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

That's something I've gotten better about recently, I usually feel really nervous and paranoid about pressing the post button(as I'm sure we all do), but I try my best to feel pride that I completed something when I do. I've also gotten better about rereading my stuff later and noticing "good" things rather than just criticizing myself, it's a slow progress, but I am improving on it <3

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Okay so !!!! My next contribution to @tcwmatchmakingau is going to be with Echo, and I'm super excited about the premise! The reader is someone who's had people take advantage of their kindness in the past, someone who's told they're "too nice" or too naive, all that toxic crap, and Echo one of the first people they meet who genuinely admires and praised their kindness. I think a lot of us need a man like that and I'm super excited to explore that concept!

thank you Nour!

Come ask me some writer questions

#ask game #about me

[bylightofdawn]

I finished writing a schmoopy JasPlo scene in between all the turmoil Jaster has been facing in this chapter and I feel vaguely blech about talking about Traviss in my last post that I'm gonna try and put some sappy goodness out into the world instead.

It's tricky trying to work around major story spoilers right now, ya'll. Uhh only context needed is they captured some Death Watch members and realized that Vizsla has been potentially brainwashing/drugging his people into compliance which is oretty awful in Jaster's book. So he reached out to Plo to see if he and his Jedi Healers could examine one of them and see if there's anything that can bring them back from the proverbial dark side.

“And you are thinking a Jedi healer could help her?”

“I heard a rumor once that you have Jedi who are trained to heal wounds of the mind.”

“It’s not quite like that but we do have healers who are trained to handle psychological trauma and to help someone work their way through that trauma though it’s not so dissimilar from the psychological treatment you can find elsewhere.”

“I’m just trying to see if she’s even capable of coming back from whatever Tor has done to her. Or if it would be better for everyone if she is locked away somewhere where she cannot hurt herself or others."

“I understand, naas te anasthin. I will speak with the healers and see if they can assist her.” Plo assured him with warm affection suffusing his tone. The usage of that brand new term of affection had Jaster’s heart turning over in his chest.

“Thanks, ner kar'ta.” He murmured, fighting back a tired sounding sigh. “We’re planning on taking her back to base and securing her in a room.”

“I hope you have considered the legal ramifications of this? She is technically a wanted terrorist and you are holding her against her will I am assuming? I don’t need to tell you how that will look if it comes out?”

“We are detaining her temporarily while assessing if she is a further danger to others or herself. Depending on how that assessment goes, we might have to remand her back to Mandalore or turn her over to Coruscant authorities.” Jaster stated blandly.

“Those are very pretty words but I don’t believe Detective Yoan will feel the same way.” The Kel Dor pointed out equally blandly. “Please be careful, Jaster.”

“I’m trying to, I assure you. And if you don’t want to get tangled up in this bantha rodeo, I completely understand. I’m sure we can find a psychologist here to check her out.”

“I will most likely need to speak with Master Yoda about this but if she is suffering as much as you seem to think she is, I don’t think he will object too strenuously. You mentioned there were other Death Watch members, are you sure they haven’t also been similarly brainwashed?”

“I suspect there’s a level of brainwashing going on with all of them. But I’ll have Mij run some tests and see if he finds that same level of drugging. Not going to lie, Plo? I kinda liked it more when I didn’t have to question if the people I’ve spent the past twenty years hating and fighting with aren’t potentially victims who have been brainwashed by Tor Vizsla’s rhetoric and drugged out of their minds to make them compliant.”

“It’s easier to not humanize the people who you are fighting with. But that makes you a better person than your enemy if you are able to keep that in mind. Your compassion isn’t a weakness.”

“I don’t know if I’m to a place of compassion just yet.”

“I think [Spoiler Character] would disagree.”

“Stop tying to make me a better person, Plo.”

That earned him a quiet chuckle. “You’re a good person all on your own, I’m simply pointing it out to you.”

“Bah. Look, I need to get back to it. I’ll touch base with you later. Comm me when you have an answer.”

“Of course, stay safe and try to get some rest. I suspect all of you could use some sleep after the night you have had.”

“I am not twenty years old anymore and my body is definitely reminding me of that.” Jaster agreed wryly.

“I know, I can hear it in your voice.” The Kel Dor said sympathetically. “Go deal with your people, we will talk later once you’ve gotten some sleep.”

“Alright, talk to you then, ner kar'ta.” Jaster assured him as he disconnected the connection. Talking with Plo had helped settle his mind and conscience a little bit and when he steeled himself to head further into the warehouse to seek out Kal and his prisoner, he felt a little bit more calm and centered about the entire affair.

#el writes #fanfiction snippets #jasplo #jaster/plo koon #seeds for the future fic #jaster mereel/plo koon

[mrsbarnes107]

Secret of The Widow

-Part one-

Summary: The battle with Thanos left the world, and more directly the Avengers, with deep cracks within their hearts. Civilians had to adjust to five years lost, governments had to rebuild. And the hero's of our world had to come to terms with their loss, figuring out how to regroup and find the will to protect this healing civilization.

And they were doing okay. That is, until Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson bring back a sharp tounged woman with a lot of secrets to the tower.

(Set a year after Tony’s snap, by his orders the compound was rebuilt and used for the Avengers to have a home, obviously not all cannon compliant but is set after Wandavision and TFATWS)

Warnings: language, *eventual* violence and smut, death

Pairing: Bucky X OC

DISCLAIMER: this is posted to Wattpad as well and it WILL HAVE PLOT. I’m a Bucky hoe so there will be smut and romancy stuff but this is a series, so plot plot plot.

*one year after the battle with Thanos*

*Bucky POV*

"Hey Birdbrain! I'm glad your enjoying some vacation but I could really use some help down here." Bucky yelled into his comm, vaulting over a fallen beam.

Fucking Wilson. I don't know who thought we needed to be partnered up but I swear I'm gonna kill his feathered ass one of these days.

Always leaving me to clean up the mess.

"Are you so old your sights not working? I've got a dude the size of a gorilla on my back and am currently avoiding crashing the building down on YOU."

Before I can comment on his lack of use to the team, a bullet narrowly grazes my ear. I throw two knives ahead of me, dealing with the runners in front, then dart around a corner and take aim with my pistol.

There's three more assailants from the bombing, besides the one apparently riding Wilson, crawling through the ruins of the building. They're easy to gun down, the whole takedown was easy, and it's highly unnerving. The men look untrained and manic, holding their machine guns loosely and with little comfort.

One slips by me, allowing me easy access to a chokehold. He's disarmed and cuffed as the next guy goes running by. Well running by until he goes tumbling to the ground, a hole the size of a plum in his leg. I holster my gun and cuff him too just in time to see the pain in my ass come barreling through a broken window.

"Nice of you to show up." I grunt as I pick up a piece of the marble ceiling.

"This better not be a two bird one stone joke again. I swear man I'll -"

Before Feathers finishes his whining I chuck the hefty stone across the room into some rubble, a split second later I hear a grunt and a body crashing to the floor, and I'm pretty sure Wilson whistles lowly. Well that handles the third moron.

I turn to Wilson and cock my head. "Where's gorilla guy?"

"In the Atlantic. Is that all of them? Any survivors?" He asks as he surveys the still smoking rubble around us.

"Civilians seemed to be evacuated before the bomb went of for some reason, except for a security guard in the lobby. As for the bombers theres two cuffed and unconscious by the East entrance." I say as I gather my knives back from the bodies on the floor.

"Copy, I'm gonna fly them back to the quinjet. You check for any stragglers."

As Wilson takes off , leaving me with the mess again, I climb onto the crumbling second story and start to survey the scene.

I still don't understand why there aren't more casualties. The museum was opened and it's broad daylight. What I REALLY don't understand is why someone would want to blow up a museum and suck so bad at it that they don't get away with stealing anything or a death count over one.

I'm about to round a corner when I hear the slightest sound of gravel moving along the opposite wall. My knife is in my hand in less than a second.

The person rounds the corner and is in a chokehold within the blink of an eye, knife against their throat. I look down and am met with copper  red hair attacking my face. Under that hair is a girl. My grip loosens, thinking she's a civilian. A civilian with a hard right fucking hook.

I stand there rubbing my jaw and look down to her. Bright blue eyes are staring up at me, an eyebrow arched high as if in challenge.

"Doll, you don't wanna do that."

She just smirks and I sweep my leg out, sending her crashing to the soot covered floor. As she falls she hooks her leg around mine, pulling me after her.

Next thing I know her legs are around my neck and she's holding my metal arm against her chest.

What is it kids say these days? Something about thick thighs saving your life? Well they have apparently never met this woman with thighs of murder cause I can't fucking breath.

Her mistake however was going after me and not Birdman the useless twit. I heave my arm up with ease and stand, launching her down the hall.

Before she can orient herself, I have her pinned underneath me, cuffs around her wrists.

They should really make some for your legs too. I'm almost certain this woman's thighs are deadlier than those tiny fists.

As I haul her upright she doesn't bother to struggle. She laughs. Her lips is bleeding, there's rubble in her hair, and she was just thrown twenty feet across a room and she's looking up at me chuckling.

All I can do is shake my head as I notify Wilson of the extra passenger.

•••

*OC POV*

I look up from the bench I was unceremoniously shoved into moments earlier. Two of the bombers are slumped on the floor in the corner still unconscious.

"Okay Red, time for answers. Who are you and why did your team bomb the museum?" I look up and see the Falcon walking over to me, his arms crossed in as intimidating as a stance one can have with big wings on his back and goggles over half his face.

I just look past him at the man who caught me and tilt my head, looking him over. "Sargent Barnes. It's been a while."

His eyebrows shoot up, face in shock for a moment until he realizes his transparency.

"Wait hold up you-"

Sam was interrupted by Bucky shoving past him, stopping in-front of me with a glare. "Who are you? I sure as hell have never seen you before."

I just smirk at him and shake my head. "So when will we be at the compound? I have a schedule to keep up with and people to see."

Sam walks up beside the imposing force that is Bucky Barnes. "No we ask the questions. Who are you."

"You'll know when you know." I say with a shrug as I sit back and get more comfortable. "You'd think the Avengers would have enough money to have more comfortable seating." I mumble with a shake of my head.

The two men stare at me for a second until the large one armed man grunts in annoyance and looks at Sam. "Call everyone to the conference room. Ten minutes." He shoots me a look and walks off to start gathering his gear.

Birdy just glances at me and informs, apparently, the remaining team members to meet them upon landing.

As the quinjet starts to slow into decent, the hero's haul the men to the door, dumping them to the floor. As we touch down, the unconscious bodies get set outside on the helipad.

As the two walk towards you, Barnes leans in to whisper something into Sams ear. The bird man just looks at him with a raised eyebrow then back to you, seemingly confused.

"What gentleman, offering to escort a lady out. So kind." I smile up at the as they each grab an arm.

"Okay doll loo-"

Before the large man can finish his sentence I'm walking past them backwards, waving at their stupefied expressions as they look at their cuffed together wrists. I hear Sam mumble something about Bucky warning him against killer thighs not quick hands.

"See you boys in a minute." I send them a parting wink as I jump down to the landing.

"Hey we put the guys in holding for questioning. Why do we need to meet in-" The kid walking towards the quinjet finally looked up from his phone and stopped talking when he saw that you were in fact not a super soldier or flying man. "Wait who are you?"

"Hey Petey." I say as I give him a big smile and wrap my arm around his shoulder. "Do you think you could point me to the conference room? And get me some water? Inhaled to much smoke."

He looks confused for a moment as I lead him away from the hanger and the struggling heros trying to separate from each other, but he just shrugs with a smile and leads me into the compound.

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What about the concept of that affection post you reblogged but like with prowl for the prompt thing???? I'm v bad at coming up with stuff so forgive me

i present:

false starts and casual physical contact, starring prowl, cosmos, and a couple of random, very unimaginatively named OCs. technically it’s future!prowlcoswave, but is currently coswave, ft. three emotionally stunted characters. it takes place a couple months after the end of ‘redux’, (which i still haven’t finished.)

unbeta’d save for spellcheck and a repetitive word detector. ao3 link in the source. feedback is always appreciated!

Of all the things Prowl had ever imagined he might end up doing if and when the war ended, reuniting Decepticons with their conjuxes had never been one of them.

“I mean, we’re not technically conjuxes,” Outburst was saying. “After the siege at the Perseus Veil, Sparknote and I were separated before we could complete the fourth step. So we’re technically not conjuxes. Yet.”

Outburst was very obviously an MTO—likely one of the last batches. He had that overeager, slightly desperate look of a mech who didn’t know what to do with himself off the battlefield, and he was gawking at Prowl as though Prowl was a sparkeater who had decided to sit himself behind a desk and devote half a day to locating a long-lost-almost-conjux.

“Uh-huh.”

“We never even discussed the fourth step,” Outburst said. “And even if we had—I still don’t know what I should do! It’s been half a million years since we saw each other. Sparknote’s been traveling the galaxy and I’ve been spinning my wheels patrolling warworlds. All the stuff he’s seen—how can I even compare?”

Prowl looked over the edge of his screen and peered at Outburst.

“It seems Sparknote has been looking for you as well,” Prowl said. “Changing your designation resulted in the queries being erroneously rerouted.”

“I told—I told him I was thinking about changing it,” Outburst said. “Are you sure that’s the right person? Maybe he doesn’t want to see me. Maybe—”

Wordlessly, Prowl pushed the datapad over to Outburst, who took one look at the image of the Deception named Sparknote (third lieutenant, last assigned to the Alpha Exploratory Corps) and let out a sharp, static-laden exhale. His tactical HUD flashed, and Prowl had a microsecond of warning before Outburst leapt over the desk to tackle Prowl in a strut-crushing embrace.

“It’s him,” Outburst said, as Prowl tried to decide whether to shove the Deception away or return the gesture. He wondered if Outburst could hear his processor spinning. “It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.”

Decision made, Prowl stiffened his shoulders and Outburst jumped back as though he’d been shocked. His leg banged the desk and a datapad clattered to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” Outburst said. “I just—”

Prowl held up a placating hand as his vision slowly returned to normal. “It’s fine. Good luck with your act of devotion, Outburst.”

Outburst beamed.

Within the hour, Prowl’s shift was finished, and sooner rather than later, Prowl set down his datapads and locked the door to his office. The halls were no more crowded than they usually were—most mechs completed their shifts at the same time Prowl had finished his. Prowl made a mental note to adjust his schedule tomorrow in order to accommodate mechs who needed to see him after hours. Carefully, Prowl navigated the throngs of Decepticons as he made his way back to habsuite.

Since accepting the position of deputy security chief two months ago, the rate of glares and side eyes had dropped significantly. His first week on the station, he had received 39 such looks, up to a high of 988 the week he began his job, to a low of 19 this week.

Prowl opened the habsuite door and stepped in.

His plating was warm where Outburst had embraced him. Not overly so, not nearly enough to be irritating. Just warm.

“Hey.” Cosmos said. The Autobot’s frame was relaxed—he had hardly bothered to turn and see if it was actually Prowl entering the habsuite.

Cosmos usually worked the overnight shift at the comms, since it was quieter, and, Prowl knew, gave him ample time to flirt with Soundwave via comlink.

Prowl grabbed a cube from the dispenser and sat beside Cosmos. He tried to peer over the Autobot’s shoulder to see what he was reading, but Cosmos was simply too tall. After a moment, Cosmos tilted the datapad up so Prowl could see.

“Translating again?”

“Yeah.” Cosmos tapped the datapad. “I’m on the classics—but I’ve got circuits older than the ‘classics’.”

“It’s a relative term,” Prowl said neutrally. “Anything interesting?”

“Unless you’re into uncomfortably saccharine, human, descriptions of forbidden love, not really.” Cosmos paused. “D’you think Soundwave’d get it if I sent him some of these?”

Cosmos held up the datapad.

“You’re not experiencing forbidden love.”

“Hah.” Cosmos gave the datapad one last, irritated look and switched it off. “Feels like it, sometimes.”

“If it helps,” Prowl said, entirely unsure whether or not his next words would actually help. “Soundwave feels the same—about the whole ‘forbidden love’, thing, at least.”

“Oh.” Cosmos gesticulated with the datapad, waving it mere inches from Prowl’s face. “I knew it! You two do talk about me.”

“No more than we talk about anyone else,” Prowl lied, and Cosmos scoffed. “He has shown me a few of the exchanges you two engaged in.”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Cosmos mumbled and tossed the datapad onto the table. “I’m really gonna kill him.”

“I was the one who asked,” Prowl offered. “I wanted to know why he was so distracted.”

“He could’ve lied!”

“I would have known.”

Prowl picked up the datapad Cosmos had been translating and studied it for a moment. Saccharine indeed.

Prowl set it down.

“He needed help,” Prowl said, finally. “Sometimes, he doesn’t exactly know how to reply.”

“Primus.” Cosmos said. “Is that why he sometimes takes two hours to respond?”

Prowl nodded, unsure if the level of embarrassment he was feeling was proportionate to the current situation.

“I was the one who suggested comparing you to the green circuit nebula,” Prowl admitted.

“So instead of overworking yourselves in your off duty hours,” Cosmos began. “You overwork yourselves trying to come up with ways to flirt with me.”

“That is only a small fraction of what we do,” Prowl said.

“Figures.”

And that seemed to be that.

Prowl finished his cube and debated getting up for another, then decided against it. Cosmos’s frame was pleasantly warm against his side, and the mech would be leaving for his shift in a few minutes anyway.

“I liked it,” Cosmos said, finally. “What you wrote. Or he wrote. Your collaboration, I guess.”

 “He meant it,” Prowl said, and judging by the tilt of the Autobot’s head, imagined Cosmos was smiling under his battlemask.

“Some forbidden love, “ Cosmos said. “When I’ve got someone helping the guy I’m trying to court. Hey—if I can’t figure out what to tell Soundwave, does that mean I can ask you?”

As if on cue, Cosmos’s comlink chimed.

Cosmos looked at Prowl, then sheepishly looked at his chat log, then equally sheepishly showed Prowl the message.

“Send him a song,” Prowl suggested. “Some of that earth music he likes.”

“Hm.” Cosmos typed his response, and together, they waited.

A moment later, the comlink chimed again.

“He said…” Cosmos trailed off. “To tell you the gesture was appreciated?”

Prowl looked up, half-expecting to see Soundwave emerging from the ceiling.

“Telepath,” Prowl realized. “I told him not to listen to me.”

“You want me to tell him that?”

Prowl shrugged.

“He’s—oh.” This time, Cosmos was the one to look up at the ceiling. “Not listening to you. I’m thinking loudly enough for the both of us, I guess.”

“…ah.” Prowl dared to sneak a glance at Cosmos, who looked like he had just been caught in an uncomfortable, interpersonal crossfire. “You are sitting next to me, Cosmos,” Prowl said. “It’s only natural you would be thinking about me.”

“I know!” Cosmos keyed in his reply and sent it, then turned to face Prowl fully. “It’s just…thinking, y’know?”

“Thinking?”

“Yeah.” Cosmos gestured at the datapad, then at himself. “The way he wrote it, it got me thinking.”

“About?”

Cosmos sighed.

“I think I’m in a little over my head,” Cosmos admitted. “Flirting’s nice and all, but I’ve never been in a serious relationship before. Not one I was really invested in, anyway. It’s never gotten to the point where we actually do anything, and he listens to me, which is fine, so I know he knows I’m thinking about it, but it’s like…I want to, but the concept of it is just so uncomfortable. Does that make sense?”

Prowl thought back to Outburst.

“Yes.”  

“I kinda hoped you wouldn’t,” Cosmos said. “Just so I could ask you what I should do. You know, being an impartial, flirting-assistant and all.”

Prowl remembered how Outburst had so effortlessly cast aside thousands of years of war and hate and trauma in a moment of pure, unfiltered reliefs and joy. Would it be possible to learn to do that? Did he even want to want that?

Prowl wasn’t sure.

But Cosmos did.

“I suppose the first step is to get comfortable with casual physical contact,” Prowl said. “And to define casual physical contact.”

“Makes sense,” Cosmos said. “But, I can’t really go up to a random Deception and go ‘hey I’d like to work up to kissing Soundwave, can I practice by giving you a hug?’” Cosmos looked away, then back at Prowl, and Prowl tensed, instinctively dreading the next question, simply because he didn’t have an answer. “I mean, unless you’re willing to, uh, help? Is that the right way to put it?”

“I don’t mind,” Prowl guessed. “I think. I’d…I’d tell you if I did—or when I do, at least.”

That seemed to be the safest answer—better than I don’t know, at any rate.

Cosmos let out a slow exhale. “Okay. Here goes: Prowl. Can I give you a hug?”

He hadn’t expected Cosmos to ask, but he supposed that was the proper way to do it.

“Yeah,” Prowl said. “I mean, yes.”

“Okay.” Cosmos coughed awkwardly. Prowl hadn’t yet decided if that habit was endearing or annoying. “Okay?”

Moving just quickly enough to make it slightly less awkward than Prowl feared it would be, Cosmos moved forward, arms outstretched, and pulled him into an embrace.

A moment later, Prowl realized that he should probably return the gesture, and he awkwardly lifted his arms up to rest on Cosmos’s back.

“Oh.” Cosmos tensed, and for a microsecond his angles and trajectories shifted, indicating Cosmos was uncomfortable, but they settled back just as quickly, and Cosmos relaxed against Prowl’s frame.

“I guess a good hug is supposed to be two-way, huh?”

“It would seem so.” Prowl said dryly. His plating itched, but not unbearably so. He could stay like this for a while, Prowl thought, and realized with some relief that Cosmos seemed to be indicating he felt the same.

“My shift starts in a few minutes,” Cosmos said. “I should really get going.”

But he made no move to pull away, and Prowl didn’t encourage him.

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[eirenical]

Oh man I'm gonna ask because no one else I know still writes PR so, Billy/Jason OR Billy/Adam, which #10 or #15 (no, I'm totally not indecisive, I'm just giving you options)

OMG, @drverstehen1, I DON’T KNOW IF YOU EVEN REMEMBER SENDING ME THIS PROMPT, BUT I FINISHED IT.  I seriously considered just posting it on AO3.  It ended up long enough.  XD  I also feel a bit bad because I did a fade-to-black right at the end because I just wasn’t up for writing that right now, but MAYBE SOME DAY I WILL, and then I’ll post it to AO3.  In the meantime… enjoy some frustrated Billy x Jason VERY long-distance shenanigans.  ;D

(And behind a cut we go because this is DEFINITELY lime and has some very strong lime–possibly lemon–language right at the outset.  ;D)

things you said with too many miles between us (Jason x Billy)

“I’ve been dying to have my mouth wrapped around your cock allday.”

“Jason!”  Billy scrambledto switch the comm line off speaker and into his earpiece, heart pounding so hardin his chest, he thought it might literally explode.

“What?”  Jason’s voicewas light, softly inquisitive, as if he hadn’t known that that one simplesentence would make Billy’s entire body implode.  “Something wrong?”

“Yes!”  Billy hissed intothe receiver.  “For one thing, I’m in avery, very public place right now.  Andfor another thing, wet suits are required wear when living underwater, and theydon’t exactly leave very much to the imagination!”

The deep, velvet laugh that rolled out of Billy’s earpiece amoment later did absolutely nothing to assist with that problem, either.  Billy let out a pained whimper in which onemight, if one was a very creative listener, have detected the syllables of a name.  But really, Billy thought, on a wave of mildhysterics, how creative a listener did one have to be when there was only everone name that he had ever said in just that way?

Jason’s voice was matter of fact and absolutely void of guiltwith his next words.  “Well, the sooneryou get home, the sooner I can help you with that.”  A beat. “I… Billy… I didn’t call to torment you.”  At Billy’s soft snort, Jason amended thatstatement.  “OK.  I didn’t call just to tormentyou.  I called because… I miss you.”

At those softly murmured words, the last of Billy’s irritationfaded.  “I miss you, too, Jason.  And the treatments are working.  Another few weeks, and I should be able tocome home.”  Billy did some quickcalculations in his head, then had to fight back a grimace.  “Six weeks.” He winced.  “Two months, at theoutside.”

“Two months??”

Billy yipped and grabbed for the volume button on the controlpanel of his suit.  Too little, too late,and his ear was still ringing when Jason continued.

“Billy, you can’t be serious. It’s been three months, already! Two more months???”

Billy waved Cestro away as his fellow Blue Ranger startedwalking in his direction, a frown on his face, no doubt in response to the one-sidedconversation he couldn’t have helped overhearing.  Billy ducked out of the lab and down the hallto one of the small conference rooms before answering Jason’s latest outburst.  “Jason, believe me, I’m just as ready to comehome as you are to have me home, but there’s no point in me coming home, now, ifI’ll just have to come right back when it turns out that the few treatments I’vehad weren’t enough to heal me!”

Jason’s next words came on the tail end of a long sigh.  “I know, Billy.  Fuck. I know.”

And Billy could all-too-easily picture the way Jason would berunning his hands through his hair, fingers catching and clenching tightly inthe strands as they pulled.  Billy couldn’tget enough of Jason’s hair and loved running his own hands through it—lovedpulling on it just as Jason did, if the truth were told—any chance he got.  And, combined with the words that had been Jason’sopening salvo to this conversation, the image that accompanied that thought wasnot helping his rather visible wetsuit problem.  He pressed a hand down hard on his groin, hopingthat a bit of pain might help his ever-more-obvious predicament before any ofthe Aquitian Rangers decided they needed to use this particular conferenceroom.

“…Billy?”

“What, Jason?” That response was sharper than Billy had intended, but with each passingminute, the risk of someone walking in and finding him like this was gettinghigher and higher.

“If it might be another two months before I can see you inperson, maybe we need a more creative solution. Because Billy…”  Jason’s voicedropped, a melancholy edge to it that Billy hadn’t heard there once in all thecomm conversations they’d had until now. “…I am not dealing well with losing you for so long so soon afterfinding you again.”

“A more creative solution?”

Maybe it was due to so much of the blood Billy’s brain neededto function being diverted elsewhere. Maybe it was the fear of someone walking in on this conversation.  Maybe it was the fact that now that Jason hadbrought up the length of time they’d been apart, all Billy could think aboutwas how desperately much he did not want to be on Aquitar for another twomonths… how much he didn’t want to be apart from Jason for another two months.  Whatever it was, Jason’s next question madeno sense whatsoever, and Billy responded without thinking.  “What… what am I wearing, Jason?  A wet suit! Thus my immediate problem!”

There was a beat of silence before Jason next spoke.  Slowly. Deliberately.  And with that deepthrob in his voice that always drove Billy more than a little wild.  “I know, Billy.  So, tell me about it.  Tell me how it feels.”

“…oh.”

“Yes, Billy.  Now, tellme what you wish I would do about it.” And Billy could hear the smirk in Jason’s voice as clearly as he wouldhave seen it if Jason had been standing right in front of him… no.  If Jason had been kneeling right infront of him, looking up, with that smirk on his lips.

Billy swallowed hard, trying to wet a throat that had gone far,far too dry for words.  Finally, he squeakedout, “Let me… let me at least lock the door.”

“Go right ahead, Billy.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“After all… I have been dying to have my mouth wrappedaround your cock all day.”

Rather than shocked horror, this time those words evokednothing but eager anticipation.  Afterall… three months was already far too long, and Billy was dying for exactly thesame thing… and he couldn’t wait to tell Jason all about it.

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