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witchofthesouls · 9 days

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I like thinking about humans-into-Cybertronians because of the weird, alien fuckery along with ex-humans making connections to certain things because it's the closest approximation they have.

Imagine if 'running on fumes' is a literal statement among Cybertronians. As their tanks run near empty, there's a petroleum-like taste that lingers in their sinuses and, if left long enough, cycles out of their vents. That's why Cybertronians typically don't like hanging around gas stations because it's a really stark reminder of long-term starvation. Meanwhile, you got an ex-human going like, "Man, I'm starting to taste gas, so I need gas. Huh, y'all have built-in reminders to feed yourself outside of hunger pains? That's neat."

As well as the ex-humans misdiagnosing themselves. Let's take Cybertronian carriage. Humans are used to a pregnancy that completes its course in a designated organ (aka womb), so finding out a mecha had straight up knocked them up that bypassed the initial spark-to-spark teether formation wouldn't freak them out in the ways that a lot of Cybertronians would be really concerned about. Especially the medics and said partner(s).

Ex-human crying over the sonogram because they got told it's a very high-risk pregnancy and all they see is the coming baby is very deformed since it's only a ball within a ball of green soup and silver tendrils. Partner is highly confused yet attempts comforting in varying levels of success.

Cybertronian medic needs to explain that the sparklet is healthy, but ex-human really needs to watch themselves because the entire process will be done within the gestational chamber and goes deep into explaining the complications that can happen.

Partner is absolutely riveted by all the gravity of the matter since the strain of having a full-carriage that initialized in the chamber can put the carrier in danger as there can be coding conflicting with priorities that rends said carrier unconscious or wrecks health complications, especially since there's a high-chance of the newspark not fully detaching from their carrier's spark as the dropping process ensures.

Ex-human that comes from a species where a pregnancy is like getting into a moderate crash, so damage varies each time is happy that they haven't fucked up badly yet and can plan a baby shower. "By the way, when's the due date?"

Medic: "Hard to say with the carriage combined, but it's more in the primary initialization stage. The sparklet's still has a visible, if a bit thin, teether to your spark, and a solid mass hasn't formed yet."

Ex-human: "Okay, so how long?"Medic says incomprehensible length of time for an Earth child and how it can vary.

*Confused ex-human noises over the several human lifetimes is the equivalent of a span to a Cybertronian carriage. And how multiple factors can impact the timeframe.*

*Confused Medic noises out of sheer concern over ex-human's family history, especially over the fact they have extremely and highly dangerously short carriages.*

*Confused partner noises on why their love wants to plan a bathtime for the newspark at this moment, and wonders if ex-human knows that water and infant Cybertronians do not mix.*

Or, another thing. What if the dropping process where the sparklet detaches from the carrier's spark to descend into the gestational chamber below to build its frame has very 'classic'** heart symptoms in a human body?

(** Quick heads up, much of human biology and modern medical understanding derives from male biology. Unfortunately, women usually see atypical symptoms that are more subtle, moderate rather than severe pain/discomfort, or pain in other other locations rather than the chest.)

Ex-human has sudden, excruciatingly chest pain, insides literally quivering and shifting in sync with the bursts. Meanwhile, everyone around them is calm, trying to soothe them, and they think they're honestly dying so fast because there's no rush to the nearby hospital, and everyone is pushing comfort-it's okay-we got you at them.

#transformers #humans into cybertronians #humanformers #cybertronian biology #cybertronian culture #pregnancy #bitlets #sparklings #medical complications #culture clash #cultural misunderstandings #tf headcanons #my writing #my thoughts #i like thinking how humans and Cybertronians are cousins #but in the sense of “someone fucked a bonafide monster and it produced said cousin”#are there similarities? yes. are there major differences? we should explore that more lol #rip that poor medic and robo partner and ex-human's sanity #maccadam

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valve3nthusiast · 5 months

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OK now that I've exorcized my worldbuilding demons for the vector au let's get Rodimus pregnant in a new and unusual way

He already knows he's a vector, he even successfully created four sparkchambers back when things weren't so bad in Nyon... but that was a long time ago. When the quality of life started getting worse, his protocols shut down- and things never really got better enough to bring them online again

(This turned into narration and idk why)

He misses it. He would never want to bring newbuilds into the war... but...

Not to sound like some functionalist slagger, but there was a satisfaction in doing what he was forged for. He misses the weight in his abdominal fabricator, and the way his spark spun in time with the igniting sparklet. He misses watching the newbuilds stumble out of the weird energon goop, eyes wide with innocent wonder.

(OK we done? Cool)

Post-universe jump, Rodimus actually feels... safe? (Kind of shitty that he only felt that way once out of reach of Cybertron, but hey, what can you do)

For the first time since before the war, he has a stable living situation and a community he trusts... and so, for the first time in millennia, after he'd almost convinced himself he couldn't anymore, his vector protocols come online

As soon as he gets the system notification, he is genuinely euphoric

In a stunning display of initiative that would make Ultra Magnus weep, he immediately comms Brainstorm while already writing down a list of the necessary mineral compositions and energon grades to build the beginning of a gestation pool. When the sparkchamber is closer to completion, his systems will give him a more precise compositional reading, but it won't hurt to start getting things ready now

Brainstorm has no clue why Rodimus wants a big tank of energon and mineral slurry but... okay, Captain, not like he has anything more interesting to do right now (Percy banned him from anything "destructive" after a teensy lab explosion and he's bored enough to not ask questions)

Rodimus is about to discover he has a really big blind spot: his only education on vectors is from the insulated community of Nyon, which a good thing, because they had less propaganda crammed down their throats since they weren't considered important enough to waste the time on. And why would he want to talk about vectors during the war? So...

He has no fragging clue that vectors, if bots have even heard of them, are considered completely fictional

Rodimus is a myth to most cybertronians

#valveplug #mine #mechpreg #rodimus #vector au

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wrathofrats · 3 months

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trans ifrit is real and true in my heart but consider. small dick ifrit

Hi I’ve been considering this for much longer than is normal

I threw my favorite whore in here as I usually do

Dick shaming, degro, humiliation , overstim, Swiss is mean and ifrits pathetic, I’m having a great time idk. Yes there’s aftercare Swiss isn’t a monster

Or Swiss finally gets his hands on ifrit and sees what he’s working with (:

Swiss doesn’t know how he didn’t get his hands on ifrit sooner.

He doesn’t even take much convincing, just a couple of looks from Swiss has him ready to follow him upstairs to his bedroom, letting the multi ghoul practically pounce on him.

Swiss shoves him onto the mattress, giving him almost no time to sit up before he’s climbing into his lap and tearing at their shirts. Anything to get his mouth on his skin.

The thought had been on his mind for weeks. Tall, broad, muscular. Oh the things Swiss thinks ifrit could do to him have had him quickly jacking himself off in his bedroom at night for the past couple days with ifrit's name hissed off of his tongue.

Their hips slide together effortlessly, Swiss sucking and biting over every inch of exposed skin, desperately trying to get as close as possible.

“Fuck- slow down spark, I’ll give you what you want” ifrit chuckles. He grabs Swiss roughly, attempting to at least slow him down so they both don’t ruin the moment before it starts.

“Need to feel you- been thinking about it for days ifs” Swiss pants, worked himself up enough he's sure he’s already leaking into his boxers.

“Days? Tell me what you’ve been thinking about then baby” ifrits hands are in Swiss’s locs, holding his head steady where he kisses and moans along his neck.

“Want you to ruin me, hold me down make me your whore, fuck- I’ll take anything you give me, need you to fucking ruin me” Swiss pants, high and slutty. Ifrit forces his head away from his neck. Swiss’ chin is covered in his own drool from just grinding and fantasizing, his hair is a mess and he just looks ruined before they’ve even begun.

“Go on then, take what you want sparklet”

Hands are on him immediately, fumbling with the buttons on his jeans. Swiss stares wide eyed at his work, black surrounded by a small ring of gold. He roughly grabs the waistband of his jeans and undresses him in one swift movement.

“Oh-“ swiss stops. He doesn’t mean to stare. He really doesn’t mean to laugh but-

“What?” Ifrit blushes. He draws his knees up a bit to hide himself before Swiss forces them down again. His grip on ifrits thighs is bruising, pulling his legs apart with a condescending smile on his face. It’s embarrassing, ifrit trying to squirm to hide himself from being so exposed.

“You thought you could fuck me with that?” Swiss tries to stifle the chuckle in his voice.

“I- yeah I just-“ ifrit stutters in defense

“You let me sit and slut myself out on your lap for this? Oh ifrit I don’t even think it’ll show out the top if I wrap my hand around it”

Swiss takes ifrit in his fist, looking more amused than he should when just the head peeks out. It’s cute, no more than 3 inches, a pretty flushed shade of red when he’s hard like this. Shiny and leaking and sensitive and Swiss really can’t help himself.

“Awe-“ he coos “you thought you could ruin me with this?”

Ifrit tries not to moan at forceful grip, “I just- you asked me to fuck you-“ ifrit stammers

“Oh baby, I asked you to ruin me. Can’t do that if I can’t even feel it. Probably don’t even need to prep myself”

Swiss rids himself of the rest of his clothing under ifrits ashamed gaze. Mostly watching meekly to see what he will do next, doesn’t dare put his legs back together to hide himself. His face burns when Swiss undresses, seeing him hard in front of him. Hes bigger, thicker, and wanted ifrit to fuck him and ifrit just feels embarrassed by it.

“I was right, I can barely feel it in me” Swiss smiles again, sitting on ifrits cock. It’s enough to fill him slightly, not having been stretched prior, but for ifrit it’s enough to have him trying to buck up into Swiss’ tight hole. It doesn’t do much, Swiss instead letting him have his moment trying desperately to fuck into Swiss. His eyes are screwed shut, sweating, Swiss being tight and hot around him.

“Too much? Don’t tell me you’re getting anything from this wildfire….”

“Shut up just-“ ifrit reaches to grip Swiss’ hips

“You’re not actually getting close from this are you? Promised to make me your whore and you’re barely coherent just from me sitting on your cock”

“No im not please let me-“ ifrit humps into him

“Shame. If you can’t satisfy me I’ll have to get something that will” Swiss reaches from his position into his bedside table. He grabs his lube and one of his toys. It’s about average, something comfortable for him, silicon and purple.

Ifrit watches as lube runs down his fingers, Swiss reaching behind himself to try and stretch enough to take ifrit and the toy.

It’s a fucking sight, ifrit doesn’t know he’s able to control himself. Watching Swiss finger himself open on his cock, lithe body leaned back so he can see everything, and god he still has that stupid smirk on his face and ifrit can’t believe he’s able to stay even semi coherent.

The fit is tight, much tighter than Swiss would ever admit but he nudges the vibrator in next to ifrit, moaning at the stretch. He feels full, enough to almost shut his brain off from the sensation,

For ifrit it’s a lot, already close before Swiss even started and he’s been on the edge for minutes just watching him and trying not to embarrass himself further than he already has.

“Better not be close yet wildfire, I’m nowhere near done with you”

Ifrit almost screams when swiss turns the vibrator on, “Swiss it’s- fuck too much-“

“Don’t care, you promised to ruin me didn’t you? I’m just making sure you follow through”

“No swiss I won’t last please-“

“Shame.”

The condescending tone is enough to put ifrit right over the edge, cumming inside Swiss and biting down so hard on his tongue he can taste blood. It’s a blissful feeling, the vibrator around his cock working him through it.

Until it’s too much, until ifrit comes down and realizes with horror that Swiss isn’t stopping.

“Baby it’s too much it hurts I’m sorry” ifrit whimpers out pathetically, trying to get away from the sensation. He wiggles under swiss, trying to separate his overstimulated cock from the vibrator but he can’t, his vision crosses, tears in his eyes and hopes Swiss will be done soon.

“You can be done once I cum, be good ifrit, sit still” Swiss leans forward to shove his chest into the mattress. Swiss’s own voice wavers, trying to hold onto his own threads of control.

“Close, you’ll be ok, be good- fuck you’re doing so good”

Swiss grinds down hard and fast, bouncing on the two cocks splitting him open. He smiles even more as he sees a tear leave ifrits eyes, small pathetic sounds leaving his mouth every time Swiss moves.

It doesn’t take much, the combined sensations catapulting Swiss over the edge much quicker than usual but to ifrit in his state it feels like hours.

Swiss cums hard over ifrits chest with a curse, riding him through his own orgasm. His nails dig into ifrits skin, almost going boneless and collapsing into him.

“You ok?” Swiss finally mumbles out when he gets the energy, wincing as the vibration comes out with a pop.

“M fine, tired” ifrit practically whispers.

Swiss slowly slides himself off of ifrit, retreating to grab a washcloth to clean him up. The mixture of cum and lube on him is no doubt uncomfortable.

“You did great” Swiss laughs sweetly at him, running the warm rag over his skin “think that may have been too much even for me”

“Yeah?” Ifrit smiles

“May have been a bit much when I first took you, just got power hungry”

Ifrit laughs at him, leaning up to give him a chaste kiss.

“You’re a freak”

“You’re perfect you know that?”

Ifrit blushes and rolls his eyes

“Just get back in bed, I’m tired”

#good afternoon whores #it’s dick shaming time #but with love #cw size shaming #cw degradation #cw overstim #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #swiss ghoul #ifrit ghoul

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mychlapci · 3 months

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Tfa Drift should get pregnant too. for equality

I love the size difference thing tfa has going on, giant Drift getting his deception womb stuffed with a litter of chubby little ambulance babies, such a good broodmare for the autobot cause. Ratchet is so tired trying to keep up with Drifts need for transfluid but it's worth it because Drift is so happy with a heavy belly <3

Hrrrggg Drift going into emergence but the babies are so small he can't push them out, deception babies are bigger than autobot ones and his poor swollen valve just isn't built for this. Ratchet has to gently press down on his bump to help the babies come out, only getting the last few when he puts his hand inside Drift to scoop them up. By the end a tired but happy Drift is cuddling more than a dozen comparatively tiny autobot babies

(hi Milan! *presents you this ask like a cat that caught a bird* heres some birth stuff)

-v3nth

oh good lird. Yeag.

tfa Ratchet would knock up his giant husband with so many fat little ambulances. Drift is so happy when he finds out how many little newsparks he’s carrying. They need so much transfluid, too, and with Drift’s tank being the size it is, Ratchet’s a little worn out keeping up with a big, swollen carrier constantly throwing himself into his lap.

hghrhh Ratchet massaging Drift’s belly while he’s giving birth, pushing down on the squirming bump to help him push. His valve is having a hard time, the sparklets are so small his calipers cannot practice the birthing motions properly around such a small mass… I’m so obsessed with the image of Ratchet working Drift’s valve open until he can fit his entire hand inside, slowly thrusting deeper and deeper until he can feel the dilated duct throb against his fingers, and when he next sparkling crowns, he helps coax it out… Poor Drift is overloading around Ratchet’s arm, though, making it hard to pull the sparklings out.

The babies are so small that Drift can fit one into the palm of his hand <3

#hiiii v3nth hope you’re doing alright #birth #birth mention #valveplug #tfa

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rist-ix · 5 months

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Sadly I did NOT manage to write a word basically all week so I’m sorry to say the sparklet I promised u remains unfinished. BUT. Have this snippet for christmas:

To be feared is a power many underestimate. A power almost as great as magic itself, and in some situations even greater — a comparison he does not make lightly.

Fear is shield and sword at once, a spell with unlimited range, its only boundary the speed at which word-of-mouth can travel.

But fear, like any weapon, requires ammunition.

For a man like Valtor, there is certainly no lack of reasons to fear him. But he is intimately aware that to sustain his greatest ally, he needs to sustain his reputation.

To be untouchable, he has to seem untouchable.

To be feared, he has to look the part.

“That’s all very nice,” Solaria's Royal Seamstress comments, unamused. “But that still doesn’t tell me why I should accept your comission.”

He sighs, feigning irritation, and leans against the counter of her shop.

“Such indifference in the face of my plight!” he laments, before propping his chin up on his hand. “I knew I liked you for a reason, Telaseta.”

“Charm won’t help you this time, fiend. You have yet to pay me for the last time I fixed your wardrobe, and my kind has an excellent memory.”

Madame Telaseta, master of her craft and champion of holding grudges, clatters past him on her eight spindly legs. He looks after her with a hearty shrug, turning to inspect her latest handiwork instead.

“I would have gladly done so,” he insists over his shoulder. “Your work is without equal, and I was more than satisfied when I received that coat of yours. Unfortunately, I took a quite involuntary detour to Omega shortly after, and did not have the opportunity to compensate you until now.”

There's noise coming from the clothing racks to his right, and when he looks over, he sees Telaseta gut an expensive looking gown with even more expensive looking shears, emerging victoriously with a blue silk ribbon.

“Pah! Did not have the necessity to, you mean! I know you wizards, with your tricks and flatteries. You only come crawling when you want something from Old Telaseta. If only I were still young, ah, still that handsome linphean debutante…”

She sniffles theatrically, and he rolls his eyes before dutifully patting her hand in comfort.

“But Madame Telaseta,” he chides her, appalled. “In all the years I have known you, you have only ever grown more beautiful. No one in their right mind would disagree with me, I know it!”

She sniffles once more, the colorful jewelry she's draped all over herself clinking.

“I have, haven’t I? Well, I suppose we can’t all be ageless like you, fiend.”

Deciding she's had enough sweet talk for the day, she drops his hand to climb vertically up the wall and grab another roll of fabric, comparing the color to her newly cut ribbon. He follows her on her crusade through the labyrinth of clothing on display, all the way into the entrance of her opulent atelier.

“Let's say I were inclined to forgive you your negligence, young man,” she titters, seemingly satisfied with her choice. “What would my payment look like, this time? I’m afraid I’ll have to demand it upfront.”

“My generous, benevolent Telaseta,” he proclaims humbly, before opening his hand and summoning a little velvet satchel to his palm. “I thought you might say that.”

She drops from the wall after a moment, her arachnid lower body catching her fall with ease.

“Gemstones from Isis,” she purrs with an impressed look inside. “You always did know how to make the right friends.”

“What can I say? I have many talents.”

“As do I. Now, show me that poor coat of yours.”

A snap of his fingers summons the garment in question, in all its tattered glory.

“There were a good few dozen protection spells woven into those seams,” his tailor of trust mutters under her breath as she inspects the damage. “Gotta redo all of that. And the singe marks, dah! What kind of dastardly devil did you tangle with this time, to ruin all that hard work?”

He would answer with a friendly quip. Something charming, undoubtedly. But before he can even think to do so, there's a warm, familiar tingle at the back of his head, and then the door to the main room swings open with a ring of the bell.

“Hello?” a voice, that voice, calls into the shop, and he feels his hackles rise at the sheer presence filtering into the room, feels every fiber of his being seize with anticipation. “I'm here to pick up an order for…”

Her gaze meets his.

Lovely, dazzling blue eyes wide with surprise as she stands there, frozen mid-movement. He feels transported, moved all the way back to the last time he'd seen her in person. When her lips had been swollen and her hair disheveled, when his touch had been etched into her skin with pale red marks. When he had been ecstatic at simply holding her; already reeling with the loss of her, knowing she'd slip through his fingers yet again.

But here she is, here they are.

Reunited, the two of them. As it always should have been.

“Ah,” Telaseta chirps. “A customer!”

And then Bloom's eyes shift to her and she jumps, squealing like a child in a horror house.

“Never heard that before,” the seamstress deadpans, rolling her eyes. “Children these days. In my youth we had some respect for our elders, or we'd be spun in silk and digested!”

Valid as her point may be, she uses two of her spindly black spider legs to underline it with gesturing, and Bloom's entire scalp catches on fire in response.

Telaseta looks from her to his coat.

“Huh,” she says.

Then she scrambles on to find a fire blanket, leaving him and Bloom alone.

The latter is still staring shell-shocked after the arachne by the time he reaches her, though that might in part be due to his speed: he is unwilling to bear even an inch of distance between them, now that she's here.

“You should consider to stop staring, little fairy,” he tells her, guiding her eyes back to himself. Cannot help but smile when he brings his hand to her forehead and brushes her hair back over her scalp, stifling the flames below his palm as he goes. “It's quite rude.”

She has just enough time to open her mouth in indignation before his own descends on her, swallowing her no doubt outraged reply.

He cannot wrap his head around it.

That she is here, as if the Stars themselves wanted to drop her in his lap once more, and that he could have gone so long without her. His fingers are splayed out against the side of her jaw, preventing her from pulling away, her own hands grasping the collar of his shirt for balance, and he can’t believe it’s been almost an entire month since the catacombs.

Bloom's lips are softer than silk as she gasps into his mouth, presses back against him with a tentative little shove. When he pulls back to look at her, glassy eyed and out of breath, he's all but drunk on affection. For his elusive, coat-burning, dastardly little devil.

“Hello,” he smiles against her forehead, pulling her against him.

“You're here,” is here stunned reply, and he all but preens at the happiness coloring her voice.

Cannot believe it is here, in the brightly-painted shop of a solarian tailor, that he finally meets her again, when he expected some grand battle or a scandalous, secret encounter, hidden from prying eyes. No, when they should have never been separated in the first place. He buries his face in her hair and breathes in the fire and magic still clinging to her, the floral scent of her shampoo and the electric, prickling traces of a recent teleportation.

He should have kept her with him like a pocket watch on a chain; tied to him, never out of reach. To feel her with him at every small movement, every step he took. Now, with her spell-heated little body in his arms and her breath fanning out against his neck, he cannot fathom how he ever let her leave.

Before remembering that he did not have his powers, that day, after so narrowly evading his death.

He cannot help but notice that he does have them now. His grip on her tightens, just marginally, a nearly imperceptible tension seeping into his hands.

But something about that idea must have translated through their traitorous tether, happily spilling all his thoughts for her, because he blinks and she is gone, almost across the entire room.

Bloom raises her chin. A clear, obvious challenge.

“Try it,” she says. “See what happens.”

Oh. Oh how he yearns to.

Hungers to bare his teeth and answer her demand in determination and raw magic, wants to see her eyes spark with the thrill of a fight. But he's painfully aware that Madame Telaseta's shop is very, very flammable, and not likely to survive their little sparring match.

And he really wants that coat back.

“Try what?”, he asks, innocently folding his hands behind his back. “Always so suspicious, Bloom. I thought you knew me better by now.”

#have something sweet and sappy for the holidays!#fic: sparked #sparklets #i swear to god I will finish this I’m halfway through already #I just need to get my shit together

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tascha-schwarz · 1 year

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Imagine… starting the day with Severus Snape

It is bright in the kitchen. The snowstorm ceased at night, and now the whiteness of the snow-covered street is breaking inside through the window. Although the house is heated enough, a shiver runs across your bare legs as you look out into the empty street. You rejoice you put on your puffskein slippers once you got out of bed. You press the button on the coffee machine and meditate to its measured buzz while two streams of dense fragrant liquid sink into the thick milk foam.

With a cup of freshly made cappuccino, you approach the window and climb the wide window sill taking a moment to admire the view. Not a single soul far as the eye can see. The town is still sleeping in the silence of a tranquil Sunday morning. Your butt is freezing – short silk pajama shorts can barely provide a good protection from the chilled surface. You wince, but stay where you sit.

“For Merlin’s sake!” Severus exclaims as he appears in the doorway. “I told you a hundred times – take a pillow!”

With a displeased look, he snatches a cushion from one of the chairs and hurries to place it for you.

“Is it too much to ask?” he grumbles as he shifts you aside.

Afraid of spilling your drink, you grab his shoulder to steady yourself and laugh as he tries to tuck it underneath you. You swing lifting one leg, then the other, to make it easier for him until the cushion is right where he thinks it should be. Feels much better.

Severus frowns, but you know he’s not angry.

Your eyes shoot mischievous sparklets as you glance at him with love and devotion, and he softens right away.

A thought how happy you are to have him crosses your mind, and your heart swells with gratitude.

You put your cup aside and gently wrap your arms around his neck reaching out for him for a kiss. His lips form a fond smile and he bends slowly to give you what you desire. His hands glide delicately over the smooth fabric of your silk top as he softly rubs your back. His touch is warm and gentle. You lean into his hold, fully relaxed, and stretch slightly. You’re still too sleepy. Nuzzling into his neck, you take a deep breath to feel his scent. He smells of the warmth of your shared bed.

“What are we doing today?” you look up at him. His hair is a little disheveled after sleep, and you smile as you brush black strands off his forehead. Your eyes follow the trail of your fingertips coursing along his face in a loving caress. You know his features so well but you watch carefully, admiring every single detail. You love seeing him so untensed, so domestic – in an old T-shirt and worn house pants. No one’s ever seen him like this, and you’re so proud to be the only one granted of such a privilege.

He smirks –

“Isn’t it obvious?” Knowing your love for the weather like this, he has no doubt you’re going to have a long walk today.

“Where are we going then?” you grin.

“Wherever you want,” the depth of his voice shows even through the whisper. He lowers his head and you feel his breathing on your skin as he murmurs the words into your mouth before his lips cover yours.

You answer him gently, but the longer the kiss lasts, the less you want to break apart. A small spark of passion flares up inside. Breathtaking, how easily his slightest touch can stir your innermost desires. Isn’t it magic? You cross your legs behind him and pull him closer to remind him once again how much he is needed, how much he is loved. He squeezes you tighter and bucks his hips towards yours, keeping you pressed against each other for a moment. He would take you right here on this window sill, but you look so innocent in your sleepy bliss, and he pulls back a little. His gaze meets yours, intense and so devoted. He smiles tenderly and plants a kiss to your forehead. You giggle into his chest and release him out of your grip. His palms slide along your thighs as he reluctantly steps back, until he is far enough that he can no longer reach you.

You take your cup back, make another sip and watch him move graciously around the kitchen while little sparks of happiness dance within your soul.

He pulls out a frying pan and easily spins it by the handle around its axis, looking back at you. His eyebrow arches cockily –

“Fried eggs or pancakes?”

#snape #severus snape #snape x reader #severus snape x reader

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jellycatstuffies · 2 years

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hi! i was wondering if you knew any small-ish jellycats that have two or more different fur textures, if that makes sense? for example the onyx dragon and any of the blossom bunnies. the difference is very calming to me, so i'd love to have more friends to hold :)

That's a great question and I hope I can help you find more friends to hold!

You could of course get a Small Blossom Bunny or a Little Onyx, Sage, Snow or Rose Dragon as you already mentioned- those are fantastic choices! Also, it doesn't have to necessarily be a Blossom Bunny, it could be the Stardust, Twinkle, Shimmer, Sparklet or Sparkly Cassis Bunny as those all have a different texture on the inside of their ears.

Small Bashful Sparkly Cassis Bunny

Other than those, for small Jellycats with more than one texture I recommend any of the octopuses! (in small or tiny size, whichever you prefer) I like the corduroy tentacles in contrast with the smooth plush texture of the rest of the body. I know corduroy is often a no-go for people but you did not specify so I am mentioning them just in case.

Tiny Odell Octopus

Small and Tiny Odyssey Octopus

Small and Tiny Storm Octopus

Actually, a lot of their ocean animals are made up of several textures so you might want to take a look at them here !

Delano Dorado Fish

If an aquatic creature is not your kind of plush however, then I recommend:

Christopher Caterpillar

Minikin Pig (the wings and rainbow have a different texture than the body!)

#asks #jellycat #jellycatstuffies

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maxwants2fragrobos · 2 years

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Tfp Soundwave carrying Headcannons?

My first thought when I think of soundwave carrying is that he would not know what to do if his partner started to dote on him. Like it would be almost a culture clash because I think he would genuinely not be used to that feeling at all. To know that someone cared for him while in this particular state would make him feel safe.

My other thought would be that his cassettes would be even more curious about his chassis because they're wondering "where are they're going to plug into now?" Even though they're still totally room for ravage or any of the other cassettes, they can hear soundwave's spark pound in the chassis. They can hear the sparklet thump too as it grows. Although the cassettes do tease, they do love snuggling into their carrier's chassis to listen to the Sparks beat

#head canons #mechpreg #tfp soundwave #soundwave #he speaks

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mothgodofchaos · 2 years

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Repairs

Miss your android, huh? He said he’ll be back soon!

Google x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 335

He said he was going to be away, regular maintenance checks, he'd just be gone for the afternoon. His fans had been not cooling himself properly, and the overheating was getting to be a bit of a problem.

It's early in the next morning. You fell asleep on the couch waiting for your android's return. Curled up with a blanket, you had another documentary on the lifecycle of crabs on the television playing.

He walks through the door, discarding his keys in the basket in the entryway, turning to go to your bedroom before glancing, seeing you passed out on the couch. His frame, usually stiff, filling up the doorway, softens as he walks over to you. He crouches down, brushing the hair out of your face, which causes you to stir.

"My spark, why are you out here?"

"Mmmmmmwaswaitinggggggforyouuuuuuuu..."

He chuckles quietly, scooping up you and your blanket. Your head falls to his shoulder, leaning against his broad shoulders, his "G" glowing faintly through his shirt in the dark. You giggle, twirling his hair around your finger. He glances down, smiling softly as he takes you back to your bed.

"I'm sorry, my spark. They ended up finding much more that was deteriorating, and I needed more parts replaced."

"It'ssssssssssssffffiiiinneeeeeee~"

"You should've gone to bed a long time ago. Humans need proper rest."

You giggle as he puts you down, tucking you in, before he turns to his charging pod in the corner. You sleepily whine, doing grabby hands at your android. He turns back around, looking at you softly.

"Alright, let me get my charging cord."

He grabs the extension cord, plugging himself in as he climbs into your bed. You pull yourself on top of him, resting your head on his chest. He places his hand on the small of your back, making sure you don't fall off.

You're out like a light, snuggled on top of Google with your arms around his chest, barely making it around.

"Good night, my sparklet~"

#googliplier #google #markiplier egos #markiplier google #google x reader #googliplier x reader #gn!reader #tol man #android boi #chaoswrites #titan tin can

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transingthoseformers · 5 months

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Listen, Overtarn babies, Rampage and Transmutate, are concepts I didn't know I needed until now. And yes, I'm adding Transmutate because I think her getting to grow up with her murder brother and murder mom is great. Just the concept of Tarn and Overlord hate fucking on the regular. The Decepticons have a standing children are a no unless you've got permission which Overlord doesn't care about but he feels oddly attached and when he gets ready to go to a medic to report it changes his mind. He and Tarn keep fucking but it has a weird thoughtful edge that makes Tarn suspicious especially since Overlord has been strangely obedient which is putting everyone on edge.

Soundwave finds out when he starts hearing a small beep of developing processor starting to prepare to come online very, very late term. Overlord is ordered to report in.

He fucks off instead with his, still alive at this point, carry on Trepan who is judging his life choices loudly while also grudgingly mentioning Autobot doctors who were trained. Overlord arrives on a station that is unremarkable except that Ratchet is there training people. Everyone freaks out until Overlord grins and surrenders coming in quietly to the medical staff. Ratchet eventually does a medical checkup after they finish doing intake for Trepan, who he has left Pharma to fuss over and trying not to be too obvious that Trepan was one person he could have done without a miraculous survival especially since he'd sneered at Ratchet when he left to do intake on the prisoner with a "good luck" before going back to sweet faced for Pharma.

Ratchet then has to deal with Overlord finds out he's carrying, the first carrying he's seen in a million years, and horrified realizes what he had been tricked into while immediately calling Ultra Magnus and Thunderclash to get support and prisoner status switched to asylum seeker and him listed as his patient not a surrender. Thunderclash helps by arriving to show suitable manpower is standing nearby ready and Magnus is in pain, but the rules are clear, so when Prowl shows up Ratchet is ready.

He hates all of this.

Tarn, meanwhile, is dealing with a Dear John Letter Overlord left him informing him of the impending paternity, their break up, and that Overlord is keeping them. Which was mostly sent to fuck with him as a last hurrah. It clearly states Tarn couldn't be trusted to not give into Megatron’s whim but now Tarn is freaking out because he's having "seditious thoughts" as his first urge is to keep it and beg a boon of Megatron already going through all the arguments for it and planning to drag Overlord to the Turanny before he gets to the defection part.

Tarn is emotionally compromised while Overlord gets peek medical care and a show.

Omg yes

Yes on Overlord making the best-worst decisions here

Yes on Tarn Wondering about a future with Overlord and the sparklets

Yes on Trepan just. Being here, yes he's in on this mess too.

Soundwave: uhhh yeah you need to tell Megatron you're pregnant

Overlord: how bout go fuck yourself instead :3

Ovey had to have freaked the fuck out of the autobots, he hadddd to have

ohhh poor poor ratty

#maccadam #transformers #overlord has opinions on all of this #mtmte overlord #mtmte tarn #rampage #transmutate #others too #Tarn's having shrimp emotions over here freaking the fuck out

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I feel like Megatron in the doner clause au has to acknowledge Phase 7, a widely heald urban myth, which makes it a legitimate thing. There is a memo that excepting emergency doner donations or couples with ne sparks below a certian afe while the carrier still needs suport, as explained under clause number blah bla blah, birth control is now mandatory. we have not actually reached Phase 7 yet.

It's required for all Deceptacons. Even ones like Sunstorm and Kaon who will just end up frying it.

The Autobots are so confused when the Deceptacons start raiding and stealing every piece of cybertronian reversible BC they can get their hot little hands on. To the exclusion of more tacticaly useful suplies.

Oh no, I actually had thoughts about it.

Everyone is on birth control. Even if few are able to support a full carriage, there's not enough resources to maintain a constant source of lab-cultured sentio metallico for potential sparklets. While sparklets are relatively easy to terminate, there still runs the risk of them maturing enough to cause spark burnout as they pull on their carrier's spark to sustain themselves.

Every single mech has baffles inserted his spark chamber. It ensures that spark energy can't reach a certain pitch and contains its perimeter. Because mechs with One Point Percenter sparks and sigma abilities have far higher outputs, they need a far more powerful blocker to go along with the baffle. It's easier than constantly changing a standard set out. Baffles also significantly reduces the spark charge that's naturally carried inside transfluid.

That's why Deadzone ran. He didn't expect to sire upon the pretty Camien that went with him. Sure, you have a violet spark, but he has a baffle!

And your high-energy spark burnt out the standard, and Deadzone freaked out with not one. Not two. But three potential newsparks.

Unfortunately, you and Tarn were so compatible in the aftermath of the "fake" wedding ceremony, Tarn's own dense and stupid-high energy resistance baffle was crispy black when Nickel fished it out. It crumbled to dust in her servos.

(And you were crying because what the hell?! You literally measured your own spark capacity after the first carriage! Tarn shouldn't have been able to spark you unless he carries that much charge to overcome your low state!)

So yeah, even Cybertronian birth control can fail with the right conditions...

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agentsquirrelsgotrobots · 9 months

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One bad apple…. - Chapter 1 - Agentsquirrel - Transformers: Rescue Bots [Archive of Our Own]

When you find an old work of yours while trawling a favorite tag...

Tw abuse, suicide, Boulder/Heatwave

Someone surrenders a sparkling to Boulder, and Heatwave ain't happy about it.

Boulder should have blocked the unknown comm link number.

But he didn't, and when he received a call from it by a panicked sounding bot that begged him not to bring Heatwave or Chase with him, he should have brought them anyway.

But the kind of panic in that bot's voice reminded him too much of the emergency calls that he had listened to during his time at the academy. The ones he shows to his own students as a marker of priority cases. It is medically impossible to rig a voice box to glitch like that without inflicting incredible stress and pain onto a bot.

The bot gave Boulder a location of an alley in town, and he drove over there as quickly as he could. It was the middle of the night, around two or three am. Boulder had packed some energon and some basic medical supplies, fully committing himself to convince whoever this was to come back with him to the firehouse.

He transformed and drove out to his location, sneaking past a passed out Heatwave. He had scored two nights and one day off back to back, so of course he got drunk and sappy and then passed out. It would be silly of him to hope that he and Boulder, who also had tonight off, would actually hang out.

But no, Heatwave had to still pretend like he was the fourth wheel, even though he regularly rejected all invites to hang out and have fun.

Boulder turned down the street and past the flower shop. He stopped when he saw a pair of eyes peer out of a dark alley.

A bot with sickly green eyes leaned against the wall of the alley, holding something gently against his chest.

Boulder noticed that he had gray paint over the place where his badge should be, along with it being smeared over his plating, too. Between the paint and the darkness, it took Boulder a while to understand what the bot was holding. A fabric wrapped bundle stitched together lovingly from dozens of stolen bedsheets. The bot moved a corner of the patchwork blanket, revealing two bright blue eyes, glowing and healthy.

The bot had obviously put every scrap of energon he could find into keeping the sparklet fed, and when the energon had run out, he had no choice but to give the little one up to someone who could guarantee energon and a good life for it. Boulder sent a silent prayer to any Prime who could hear him for both their protection. He offered the energon and medical kit to the bot, but he backed away with the child.

<p>"I'm not selling him." They murmured, most likely for his own benefit.

"No, no, you are not. I am here to help. You can just take the medicine and energon if you want. The ferry runs all night, and if you tell the toll booth that Boulder sent you, they will charge the fee on my account. But please, feed yourself too. If you would like, you can come with me, and I will give you both energon and we can sort this out in the morning"

"No, no, no, I can't go with you." The bot said. He rubbed the sparklet's face and seemed to make up their mind. "Take him, I named him Wheeler."

They handed the bundle over to Boulder, who rocked the little one slowly while schooling his face into a worried look. Boulder looked up again, resisting the urge to press Wheeler's head against his chest. He could see little wheels forming on Wheeler's feet, and hid a tiny face that was surrounded by a thick head bordered with a few antennae sticking out.

The bot nervously shifted from foot to foot. "Take him." He said. "I can't keep him, and you can obviously afford to give out energon like it's dust and violence and pain." He transformed into a sports car, scraping the brick wall with his doors. The scraped off gray paint revealed dark purple and black paint underneath.

Boulder thought that color scheme looked familiar, but still stepped aside to let the bot pass him and leave. Surprisingly, he didn't take the most direct route to the ferry, looping around a few blocks.

He returned to the firehouse, careful to make sure Wheeler wasn't jostled during the long drive.

"Guys? Boulder said, flipping the light switch. "I took a walk around the island, and I found someone important."

Boulder took Wheeler out of his cab, and Blades was immediately hovering over the little one, playing with his feet.

"Where did you find him? What's his name?" Blades said, looking up.

"I saw two new energon signals pop up on my radar. The bot waited till I was in sight of him before leaving him in an alley outside of the flower shop near the department store. I was too worried about making sure Wheeler was safe to get a good look at who left him."

In the commotion, the Burns woke up too.

"Hey team, what's going-" Cody said

"Boulder, what are you holding?" Chief said, noticing that the bundle was squirming.

Boulder sat down and unwrapped Wheeler from his blanket, folding it in half and putting Wheeler down on his belly. He played with him, wiggling his fingers a little bit away from his head and encouraging Wheeler to grab them.

"An abandoned baby. His name is Wheeler."

"How did this happen?" Kade said, watching Wheeler reach for Boulder's fingers.

"A desperate parent, a basic energon scanner and a touch of insomnia." Boulder said. "His father's signal popped up on my radar while I was getting some paperwork done in hopes of it helping me to get some sleep. I tried to get him to come to the firehouse after he gave Wheeler up, but he left of his own volition instead. I just count myself lucky that he didn't choose to leave him in a box somewhere. I didn't manage to get his face, he was strategic about making sure the streetcars both ruin any camera footage and the alley is too dark for my own eyes. He put Wheeler in my arms and I had to make sure he was OK."

"Where are we putting Wheeler? Are you bots going to take shifts?" Graham asked. "It's what we did with Cody after mom died."

"No, we will just put him in our cabs like we are supposed to."

"Wait, that's the original purpose for the cabs? To protect your babies and keep your hands free?"

"That's what they were there for, Kade. It holds our young children and any cargo that we have." Heatwave said. "Boulder, you get to hold him first since he is probably already imprinted on you."

Boulder nodded and reorganized his seats to make a safe, flat cradle. He transformed, Wheeler being carefully placed into the cradle.

Everyone went back to bed, the bots shifting around their parking arrangements, so Boulder was surrounded by all sides by the other bots.

Boulder woke up to Wheeler screaming, his voice box glitching with stress. He scooped him out of his cab and sang a bit in Kaonite, tucking his head under his chin. Wheeler screamed louder and coughed in pain when his voice box shorted out. Wheeler shook in pain, shrinking away at every touch.

Heatwave woke up too, insisting that Boulder sleep for the rest of the night. He tucked Wheeler into his own cab before transforming back into a truck and falling back to sleep.

That morning, Doc Greene called the firehouse, a grim tone in his voice.

"Heatwave, you and the others should get up here. I found a dead bot in the woods. They haven't been there for long."

"Doc, keep everyone inside and stay away from the outside walls. Energon fumes are toxic to humans, and it's corrosive and will destroy your skin." Heatwave said.

They drove up to the lab, Boulder staying behind with the baby. He had a sinking suspicion on who would be found.

Heatwave towed a trailer that he had borrowed from Salvage and had never given back. He promised himself he would wash it after removing the body. He pulled into the driveway and saw a gray painted smeared purple vehicon laying in a ditch, its blaster hand out, and a hole in his spark chamber. His mask was crushed behind him. Heatwave took a few photos of the scene before loading the body into the trailer and calling Optimus.

Optimus and Ratchet were on the next ferry to Griffin Rock. They went to the firehouse first, not shocked to see Boulder leaning against the couch, watching TV with the sparklet while waiting for the bots to return.

"Can I see the sparklet Boulder? Optimus called me down here to take a look."

"Of course." Boulder handed Ratchet the sparklet, fussing with his blanket.

Ratchet listened to Wheeler's spark, his frown growing deeper. "He's had a bond severance at least twice. I assumed he was one of yours?"

"No, he was abandoned down by the flower shop by the town hall last night. He's lucky that I was testing the energon scanners last night."

"I'm going to take some energon and DNA samples, take him so he can quiet back down when I am done."

Boulder looked away as Ratchet took quite a few vials of energon from a needle stuck in a big vein in Wheeler's head. Ratchet rolled his eyes at Boulder's squeamishness and finished up as fast as possible. Wheeler was wailing, only Boulder's desire for Ratchet to be finished as fast as possible, letting him resist the urge to rock him.

"Did you know that a body was found this morning?" Ratchet said, as Optimus left to meet with Heatwave.

"Yes. The crying fit last night must have been from Wheeler's family bond breaking so dramatically." Boulder said, playing with Wheeler's feet as he slowly stopped crying.

"Other than that, he is a perfectly healthy, if a little underdeveloped and malnourished, sparklet. Keep feeding him whenever he's hungry, and he should catch up in a few weeks. I need to go fill out a death certificate at the Greenes."

He left the firehouse, and Boulder put Wheeler back down on his blanket in hopes of him figuring out crawling a bit faster. Wheeler was not impressed with life or crawling at the moment, so he just laid there with a grumpy expression on his face.

Eventually, he did attempt to crawl once Boulder dangled a toy just out of reach.

He was able to push himself up but hadn't quite figured out his knees yet. He tried one more time before hitting his chin off the concrete floor and screaming for Boulder.

Boulder picked him up without missing a beat. There's no such thing as "spoiling" a baby as young as Wheeler.

Boulder held Wheeler and watched a sitcom while playing with Wheeler's hands and antennae, waiting for Heatwave to return.

Meanwhile, Optimus was looking over the body with Ratchet. Ratchet, of course, filled out the necessary paperwork without saying the obvious. "So, a dead vehicon on Griffin Rock. What's the odds he would share CNA with Squeaky?"

Ratchet's wrist screen beeped, and he looked at the lab results. "About 98.5%."

Heatwave was pissed. Filthy Decepticons. In his house, in his academy. He couldn't let that stand.

Wedge didn't count. His parents were ex Decepticons, but they had betrayed the Decepticons long before the war ended.

Besides, both he and the exchange student coming in a few weeks were going to get a visit from special ops anyway. No need to put the fear of Primus into their systems the old-fashioned way if Jazz and Medix were going to do it in a way that can't be rebroken.

They returned to the firehouse, Optimus promising to bring supplies for Wheeler within the next two weeks.

As soon as Optimus left, Heatwave lost it. "DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU BROUGHT A FRAGGING DECEPTICON INTO MY HOUSE!" He yelled, slamming Boulder into the wall of the bunker.

Blades scrambled to get off the couch and slipped into his room, locking the door behind him. Faint crying could be heard through the door.

Chase grabbed a crying Wheeler and ducked into the back storeroom, murmuring something about private matters for couples.

Boulder managed to get out of Heatwave's grip long enough to jiggle the lock of the room Blades was so determined to hide in.

"Blades? Blades please, let me in, let me in!" Boulder sobbed, pounding on the door.

Heatwave was about to grab Boulder again when they heard a banging on the door.

"Boulder, go to bed in the ship. Chase, Blades, get out to the garage in twenty minutes. We will tell Chief that Boulder wants to sleep alone in the same room as Wheeler." Heatwave said. Chase shoved Wheeler into Boulder's arms while Blades came out of his room and sat with him on the couch.

Chief knocks yet again as he hears the bots finally stop yelling. They woke up Cody, who had school the next day with their yelling. Heatwave opened the door. Chief looked past him to see Boulder and Blades curled up on the couch with Wheeler.

The air felt heavy with released tension, the feeling of a bad fight resolving as everyone retreated into themselves to sulk and rage and feel just as broken as they were before anger boiled over.

Chief watched as the rest of the bots tried to hide their dysfunction in the mundane.

Heatwave took him aside later, making up some excuse about nesting fever or something. About how it can make bots act 'catty' towards each other, and they were all feeling it. Chief smelled bullshit, but it was far too late at night to be holding them accountable.

He went back to bed, unable to have collected any kind of evidence of their dysfunction as everyone except Boulder filed into the garage for the night.

Even later that night, Boulder snuck out of the firehouse and called Bulkhead in a panic. He had to get Wheeler out of this hell as fast as possible.

#tw abuse #tw suicide #maccadam #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #transformers

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resilientkitteh · 2 years

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Random Heartstopper Rewatch Fun! Episode 1: Meet

Just rewatching Heartstopper and gonna be actually writing a bit about every episode as I do so. Probably like a combination of journaling of sorts as well as a lectio divina list of sparklets that stick out to me! It will be long but if you decide to read it then I hope you enjoy!

"Apparently so." Charlie in response to the teacher talking about him joining this new form...idk it just sounds so sassy to me and it makes me happy. Also I am glad he got seated next to Nick instead of like an asshole student!

Also the way that Charlie perks up upon seeing Nick is adorable! And their cute little "Hi's" and just ahhhhhh!!! Also they both smile at each other and they are purrecious okay?? You can like see Charlie thinking "oh this actually might not be so bad even though he plays rugby" after that smile exchange.

Okay so now onto less nice things first off Ben his a dick like a massive dick! Secondly can we talk about the big differences between been and Nick? Like Nick wants Charlie to talk to him and Ben is like "shut up I don't really care I just want to get my kissing a guy fix in" and interrupts Charlie mid sentence and not even in a like nice way??? It wasn't like playful banter it was Charlie trying to open up a little and he was shut down. ALSO the way that Ben wipes his mouth after they kiss....it just bothers me so much makes me feel like he is super ashamed and like idk wiping off gay germs or some shit like fuck you Ben. Then the abrupt exit and don't tell anyone and I just wanna like yell at him. UGH. Poor Charlie!

And back to the cute can we talk about them getting stuck next to each other trying to get into the door!!!! Like oh my goodness it's soooo fucking cuuuute!!!!!!! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Then there's their cute little "Hi" montage and they smile EVERY time they see each other and NICK usually instigates the smile and the acknowledgement and that is just fucking huge fur Charlie and I LOVE IT!!!

The maths scene is fucking purrecious AF and I LOVE it! One, Nick, a jock is walking happily with the GAY NERD on their way to class, not judging him, not being rude or ignoring him, just chatting! Also Nick is like super down to earth about himself which I think is awesome, like "I am really not that cool, I promise" and most jocks etc are not like that, at least they weren't at my school... anyways the whole little "let me help you" ending in a small like grab fight thing fur the notebook and the pen marking Charlie is too cute and then Nick makes it a smiley face and is like HOLDING CHARLIE'S hand during it and just AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! It's adorable, okay? Their sassy banter is some of my favorite shit ever! Then BAM! Back to the asshole and like I really enjoy how obvious the difference is between Ben and Nick though...Like Nick goes out of his WAY to notice Charlie and chat with him and Ben is like "how dare you even look at me in the hall" and I am like okay assbutt you need to fucking CHILL. And the look of concern on Nick's face after Ben is a dick is just lovely and I swear he wants to hug Charlie right there.

"The one who looks like a golden retriever" Like can we talk about how adorable and rather accurate this description is?????? I died the first time I heard it and it always makes me smiiiiile! Also when Charlie gives in and agrees it's adorable!

The pen explosion scene is adorable and I also just like that in both the comic and the show Nick just has Charlie help him in the bathroom and isn't all weird about it. They just laugh at the hilariousness of it all and they are clearly friends, it makes my heart so happy!!!!!!

"But like, Nick, he's different. He's nice." I just really love this quote because I LOVE that Charlie can see that especially given running into Ben the dickbag while talking with Nick but also just how Nick is in general. I like seeing Charlie learn how to trust himself a bit more when it comes to making friends, as well as really starting to realize that Ben is not a good person or a good fit fur him.

Elle is purrecious and I am always like please just go sit next to someone! But I get her being nervous I just wish she would tell Tao the truth about it so that he might have been able to help her work through it sooner...it sucks eating lunch alone I have been there (or well technically the only open table was the one the teachers ate at...)

And then back the dickbag and his bullshit apology. I feel like you can see that Charlie really is like yeah I don't want to argue but I'm calling bullshit. Then there is the kiss bit and Charlie's eyes aren't closed this time and fur him I feel like if he closes his eyes he's like really into it (kind of how I feel about it too) or maybe I am projecting but regardless...his eyes find the cute little smiley face Nick drew on his hand and I am just like YAAAAAAAAAAAAS tell Ben to fuck off and go kiss NICK! lol And I think that reminder of Nick helps him feel a little better in that moment. I think it also speaks volumes that Ben doesn't seem to even notice that Charlie isn't into their current kissing session...and I am like can you fucking pay attention to the person you are with please?????? He doesn't like this so go away!!!

"Eating lunch." Charlie I JUST LOVE YOUR SASS

Mr. Ajayi is fucking AMAZING and I LOVE HIM. He is purrecious! Charlie realizing how bad Ben is with a trusted teacher is great to me.

Charlie seeing Ben with that girl and immediately being like no I am good thanks makes me really purroud of him because that shit can be so hard. He did good especially considering how much anxiety he has about life. He could have been more direct about why he was done but still good start and he lets Ben have it eventually so good job! Though can we talk about Ben's audacity to be like "don't ignore me Charlie" even though that's pretty much all he does to Charlie damn near all fucking day??????

Charlie and Tori are sibling GOALS

"Someone I can have a laugh with, and who's nice, and kind, and likes being with me. (Looking out at Nick through the window) I'd probably just settle for someone tall." YOU LITERALLY DESCRIBED NICK TO A TEE just then Charlie, okay? Y'all are fucking adorable and Nick is your dream guy and I LOVE THIS so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nick...most people don't just watch their friends running around the track...just so you know...not their "friends" usually that is fur "crushes..."

Nick helping Charlie pick up his books and such is adorable and lovely and shows that Charlie is right, he is nice. YAAAAS to playing the drums being cool, I wish I could play the drums lol Also "do you want to join the rugby team?" Really???? Is that what you really want to ask him, Nick?" Nick offering to teach Charlie rugby warms my heart and I am like again that is usually something you come up with to spend more time with your crush without having to admit you like them! And Charlie's sassiness is once again on point!!!

"It's your funeral" Like idk Tao that part just cracks me up so much lol

NICK STANDING UP WHEN CHARLIE ENTERS THE LOCKER ROOM!!!!!!!!! Okay it just melts my shipper heart and it's so fucking adorable. Also the way that he is like idgaf that people can tell I want him here and that is wonderful.

I love that Charlie's can-do attitude is female okay??? Charlie's first tackle is purrfect and I love it! Nick is such a great teacher and such and just an epic friend to Charlie especially when Charlie is anxious or nervous and I LOVE THAT. Also I just love that they tackle each other...

Dover Beach is an amazing AF song and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! I also really enjoy slowly seeing Charlie start to become a member of the rugby team even if some of the players are just hopeless asshats, he does start to fit in and it makes me so happy!!!

The way that Nick and Charlie look at each other even in this episode is just purriceless and so spot on and I LOVE IT!!!! Alsoooo the little nervous giggle that Charlie gives at Nick's compliment is me and I just ahhhhhhhhhh so cute!!!!!!!! He is adorable! Nick being in tune enough with Charlie to tell when something is off is lovely and I am so glad he was there to tell Ben to go fuck himself!

"Fine" Ahhh yes I sometimes fine like this as wellllllll lol

Goooooooo Charlie! Tell the asshat that you know what is really going on and stand up fur yourself! Ben, you are a super massive dick and just because you hate yourself doesn't mean you have to lash out at someone you have already fucking hurt by using him!!!!!!!! Ugh like I am done with you go away now, okay? But of course you don't go away you show just how big of a dickbag you really are and force your kisses on Charlie...he said NO. And STOP so like fuck off asshole and LISTEN. No Means NO.

And Nick to the rescue! He is a cute little Gryffindor Retriever and I love him! Also yay fur people fucking understanding that stop means you should fucking STOP. I love him and the fact that he clearly understands boundaries because they are important.

"You say sorry a lot...don't say it!" Like can we talk about how good this is gonna be fur Charlie! If you have someone like literally helping you unlearn something like apologizing fur existing because over apologizing is not good or necessary fur you to do, you get so much better at it and faster and just like AHHHHHHHHH it's gonna be good and healing! Having a partner that wants to help you heal is AMAZING and so helpful to the healing process!

That little shoulder clap HUG!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY FEELS EVERY FUCKING TIME!!!!!!!!! SQUEEEEEEE!!!!!!! Also Charlie's little happy smirk smile at where Nick's hand had been is purrfection!!!!!!!!!

I listen to this soundtrack on repeat like all the time but certain songs I have to listen to on repeat by themselves and Dover Beach and Don't Delete the Kisses are two of those I listen to numerous times in a row before continuing on...EVERY TIME

Nick is clearly thinking about Charlie on the way home and like daydreaming and I LOVE IT.

Charlie having no idea how to start a conversation with Nick it's adorable and so fucking relatable! And yeah they are cute and I love how accurate the "what the fuck do I say" sections are in this series!

Nick's little smile after staring at what Charlie sent him and that little x at the end! It's the best and so fucking cute and I am always like yeahhhhh he's not just your furriend anymore, he's your crush, just fyi lol

That wraps it up! Just really wanted to squee about it all at once sooo here it is! Also I just really love this entire series and the web comic and the cast and the soundtrack, it's all fucking amazing! Also it's a nice warm hug and safe space fur us all while the world is...well...Not.

#my fangirl heart #heartstopper #heartstopper series #nick nelson #nick and charlie #charlie spring #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper show #charlie and nick #nick x charlie #heartstopper season 1 #so many feels #warm hugs

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