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steddiemicrofic · 3 months

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Steddie Microfic January 15th-21st Masterlist

This has officially been our busiest month for microfics! As of this post, we are only one away from 100 microfics for the month. Happy Hole Month!

Just a friendly reminder that if you plan to participate and want your submission reblogged and added to the masterlist, it will need to be posted by 11:59PM your time on January 30th. This gives us time to check the word counts and add it to the queue. If it is posted after that point, it will not be added to the queue or the masterlist.

We can't wait to see the rest of the posts!

Wake-up Call: An End or a Beginning? by @berenwrites | Rated T | cw: past character death, angst with hopeful ending

Ahoy Sailor! by @sidekick-hero | Rated M | no cw | tags: s3 au, scoops ahoy steve, the d-word makes one appearance

gagged by @vecnuthy | Rated E | no cw | tags: doggy style, bottom steve/top eddie

A Dream Come True? by @runninriot | Rated M | cw: masturbation/hand job, watching porn | tags: and they were roommates, eddie munson has a crush on steve harrington

Roll Call by @lady-lostmind | Rated T | cw: mention of death and blood

watch the five hole by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: language | tags: hockey au, goalie eddie munson, forward steve harrington, friends to enemies to lovers, ambigous but pretty obvious ending

Hole In One by @steddietogo | Rated T | cw: swearing

dance with me by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | no cw | tags: masquerade ball, slightly other!steve

Harvest by @machtaholic | Rated G | no cw

Push by @griefabyss69 | Rated E | no cw

Strange Relationship: Of Sex & Revelations by @berenwrites | Rated E | cw: mentions past underage for US not for Europe where it happened

Troll Toll by @wynnyfryd | Rated M | no cw | tags: future fic, crossover, crack treated ridiculously

throwin' clay by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, pottery teacher eddie, helpless at pottery steve, some platonic stobin, ambiguous ending

Trying to break through by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: pre steddie, steve has powers

Pusher by @griefabyss69 | Rated G | cw: mention of Christmas, Steve's parents

i was waiting on a different story by @zombiethingy | Rated G | cw: major character death | tags: grieving, past steddie

The adventures of Eddie Munson, jerk by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, meet cute, HOH Steve Harrington, Eddie "foot in mouth" Munson, Eddie being a horny shit

swimmin' hole by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: suggestive language | tags: flirting, pre-steddie, pre-season 4

Pushing It by @griefabyss69 | Rated T | cw: mention of Christmas, weed smoking

I'll remember (for) you by @katyawriteswhump | Rated M | no cw | tags: steve has head trauma/ptsd, memory loss, protective eddie

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicrofic #stranger things #steddiemicroficjanuary #masterlist

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kitty999 · 2 years

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bros throwin up in the queue atp dont even go in the club 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

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vilisus · 2 years

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ooc: throwin stuff in the queue. Lookit me gettin’ shit done.

#ooc

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supportive-editor · 2 years

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(( working on drafts and throwin them into queue ! i might reblog some memes too so i can fill up my queue with starters during my vacation !! ))

#ooc ;

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felidaefatigue · 2 years

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throwin a couple recent arts into the queue cause got a lot of text posts at the top rn :P

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jadeburdened · 2 years

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// sorry for the inactivity this snowstorm fucked up my back lmao

i might just pop into dms/ooc chat for casual plottings for the next lil while tho 😔

#mobile post; ooc #sporadic posting and just throwin some of what i had into the queue aughhh #also if it wasnt already obvious the priority is riteburdened bc;;; xiao's actual wife....... im so sorry skfkfod

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blueberryrock · 2 years

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Omg before you close!! I must have more of your fics! I finished reading your 2 Leggy ones and absolutely in love!

If it's not too much to ask:

Imagine Legolas falling for you, an assassin sent to kill him.

And also including this?

Imagine being an assassin from South Harad sent to kill Prince Legolas Thranduilion, but falling love with him instead.

By @imaginexhobbit

🤍🤍

Nightfall.

A/N ah hello!! I'm glad that you liked my other two fics! This was such a fun one to write! And I am going to put up a TW FOR DESCRIBED MURDER! So if you ain't into that pls skip this! But I hope y'all enjoy 💕

Rules, Requests, and More!

The golden woods were silent tonight, which is what Y/N had been praying for. Night had already fallen by the time the fellowship had fallen asleep under the watchful eyes of Y/N, well most of the fellowship anyways. Two of course were missing but Y/N couldn't care for the wizard right now, her mind instead was on the blonde elven prince, who was given a private room of his own.

Tonight is the night, she told herself, running a sharpening stone across her hunting knife. No more putting it off, the slide of stone on steel made her shiver. Tossing the stone into her bag Y/N gazes into her reflection in the now sharp blade.

Letting out a sigh as a small flicker of doubt appears in her mind, quickly she shakes it off and stretches to her feet. Deep down Y/N knew she had waited too long, her boss would no doubt be upset at her lateness, that is if she even reaches him after the deed is done. Y/N shudders at that thought but brushes it off quickly, holding the dagger closely against her forearm as means to hide it.

Not sparing a glance back at the others, Y/N begins her quiet trek through the elven city, taking its beauty in before she has to escape through it. Finding the quaint path to where the golden-haired prince hopefully sleeps wasn't hard, thanks to the Prince for letting her join him for a tour of the city, Y/N had gotten a quick lay of the land before nightfall.

The first step onto spiraling white stairs fills her with something she can't quite place her finger on. It was a heavy feeling, one that wished for her to fall to the ground now far below her. How quickly it crept into her heart, growing with each step, sinking its large hooks deep within her. It had taken reaching the top for Y/N to realize what this feeling was.....dread.....

Dread for what was to come.

For what she was going to do.

For the cold edge of the blade slowly biting into her skin.

But she ignored it. Just like every emotion that had tried to creep into her heart and eventually her head, clouding her judgment, pleading with her to not go through with it.

Y/N sucks in a breath as she extends her hand to touch the pale door before her. Twisting the handle silently, Y/N slowly pushes the door open, praying for it not to creak. Sliding into the room, she leaves the door ajar as Y/N glances around the quiet bedroom.

Moonlight pours in from an open window, illuminating a small strip of the room. A large soft rug lies in the middle of the room, halfway covered by a big occupied bed. Tightening her grip on her blade, Y/N creeps across the dark bedroom, jumping softly at the feel of the thick carpet. Y/N grimaces at the slight noise each step now makes, but she pays no mind to it, not when her objective is before her sleeping soundly.

Clenching her teeth, Y/N swallows down any emotion that tries to arise as her hand reaches out to the thick fur covers. Peeling them back slowly to reveal the sleeping blonde elven prince before her. His long gold hair splayed across some of his face and the pillow behind him, a thin nightshirt no doubt about to be dark with what's going to come.

Y/N's heart aches at the sight of him, but she shakes it off and brings the tip of her dagger to his throat, ghosting over the large artery in his neck. The hand that was once curled into the fur blanket now slowly moves to brush away some of the golden hair from his face, tucking it securely behind his pointed ear.

Gripping the blade with both hands now, Y/N straightens her stance before raising the blade over the elf. Thrusting it quickly and harshly, Y/N feels a weight being lifted off of her shoulders at the sound of the elven Prince quietly choking on the rising blood in his throat. Twisting the blade slightly, Y/N then slides it out, silently enjoying the sight of dark red glinting off of her blade, or at least she did in her mind.

But as time slowly ticks on, all Y/N can do is stare at the perfectly clean blade in her hands and then down at the peacefully unaware elf before her. In her mind, Y/N has silently completed her contract in many ways, whether it would be driving her blade through his artery or cleanly slicing his throat. But in reality? All Y/N can do is stand while watching the prince sleep and softly shift under the tip of her blade, her gut screaming at her to do something, whether it be to leave or to finish her job.....that is until.....

"Lumine?" A quiet voice croaks, making her freeze in place. "Mmm is that you?"

A thought flickers through Y/N's mind as she watches the elf slowly wake up, she could finish the job, it may be messier than she originally planned but she could do it. Swiftly moving her hands behind her back Y/N sighs before she makes herself known. "Ah yes Legolas," she begins. "It is me, I did not mean to wake you."

Legolas slowly props himself on his elbow now, his long blonde hair falling like a curtain around his face. Watching him rub his face with his free hand, all Y/N wants to do is disappear back into the shadows from where she came in.....or just get rid of the dagger still in her hands behind her back.

"Mmm–what are you doing here?"

"I-uhh," Y/N's brain works quickly to come up with a story to tell him. Maybe something about not being able to sleep on the ground? But that's all they have been doing on this trip. "Oh um, Lothlorien is too cold for me at night you know." Y/N nervously begins. "I was hoping that it would be warmer here if you don't mind."

"Ah yes," Legolas says, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "You are from umm, the southeast are you not?"

"Indeed I am," Y/N nods. "I do not know how you elves can sleep in such cold."

"Well, I had just come in for a blanket so I will just look for a spare–" "You can take the bed–" they both say at the same time, heat slowly creeps up Y/N's neck at the realization of his words.

"I-if you want of course," Legolas stammers, making Y/N's heart flutter in her chest. The small slippage of her now heavy blade makes her freeze as Legolas pushes away the fur covers. "I could also help you find extra blankets for you and the others?"

Y/N shuffles back awkwardly, her hands still behind her back, giving Legolas room to stand. "They would not stop insisting that I stay here you know," Legolas chuckles softly, walking around Y/N to search the nearby armoire in hopes of more covers. "Sit! Please!"

Forcing a small smile, Y/N nods and sits on the warm soft bed, ignoring how his sweet scent engulfs her. Watching Legolas turn towards the armoire Y/N takes the time to glance around for a place to quietly stash the dagger still wrapped tightly in her hands. Finding a small chest of drawers Y/N lunges toward it and rips open the top drawer silently.

Finding it thankfully empty, she begins to silently lay it on the bottom of the drawer, but just as the tip of the blade hits the wood Y/N heard Legolas spin around to face her. "Lumine?" His voice is low as his eyes no doubt lock onto her hands, the shock of hearing him makes Y/N gasp and drop the blade into the drawer. "Why did you bring that? You know that Lothlorien's borders are well protected."

Y/N swallows hard as her mind tries to quickly think of a response if it weren't for the darkness Y/N would be one hundred percent sure he'd see the sweat starting to form on her supposedly cold face. "I–uh yes, I know," she nods, sliding the drawer closed. "But it was just a force of habit to bring it with me you know?"

"Aye?" Legolas says unsurely, his eyes still watching her face carefully. Slowly walking towards her with arms full of thick furs, he sets the blankets down beside him as he sits on the plush bed. "But it would have been in your sheath would it not?" he questions slowly. "Which you did not bring because you were holding it...be truthful with me Lumine, why are you really here?"

Y/N takes in a slow breath, her gaze set on the Prince's hard face. Chewing her lip, she lets out a sigh as her gaze drops to the floor. "It is not for blankets," she begins, her hands digging into the soft furs. "And I suppose I should start from the beginning then, not that it will make you like me more. It is somewhat as I have told you and the others. I am indeed from the southeast, I was also indeed sent here but not why you or the others would like."

"I wasn't sent to Rivendel by my King to help the Fellowship, I was sent by one of Sauron's lieutenants." Her words fell heavy on the darkroom, sorrow begins to flood her system. Not because she got caught, but because her contract might be finished depending on how this goes.

"To do what?" Y/N shudders at the anger in his voice. "Sent to do what? Kill everyone in the Fellowship? Take the ring on your watch nights? To bring us t–"

"To kill you," Y/N blurts, finally moving to meet his gaze. "I was sent to terminate you, preferably before you had reached Rivendell but you carried too many soldiers, but it was too crowded when you had reached Rivendell. Then....."

"Then what," Legolas growls, pushing himself away from the bed. "Then what Lumine?" His eyes catch the way she cringes at the name. "If that is even what you're called."

"It isn't," she says softly, still meeting his icy blue eyes. "It is Y/N. My recruiter told me to change it before I left, but I didn't finish my contract after we left, even if I had planned it all out thoroughly, I could not bring myself to it."

"The night I would have, could have done it was the night you had taken me hunting," Y/N mutters, glancing down at her hands, remembering how they held a silent bow instead of the Elven Prince's throat. "That night made me realize that I couldn't go through with it, not anymore, not ever."

"Why?" Y/N blinks at him, her head tilting in clear confusion. "Why did you not go through with it then and now Y/N?"

Her name on his tongue makes a strange feeling shudder through her, it made her want to completely ignore the tone it was said in and melt into the bed. "I didn't know why I stopped then," Y/N slowly stands to her feet, not wanting to spook the elf standing before her. Raising her hands to show that they are bare, Y/N takes in a deep breath before continuing.

"I know why know, it scared me then and it still scares me now," she chuckles to herself, fidgeting with her hands, Y/N glances down at them as she speaks. "I was taught not to show nor feel emotions you know? It would slow me down, make me sloppy they told me. Oh, but my years of training did nothing to stop my feelings for you arising."

Y/N can hear the breath that Legolas sucked in, catching his now softening gaze, she finally lets a small smile creep onto her face. "Y/N," Legolas finally whispers, slowly stepping closer, his hands almost brushing against hers. "I know I should not be saying this, hell I should not even be thinking this, but I understand how you feel."

Y/N gasps softly at the touch of his warm hands grabbing hers. "I have known it since the beginning, ever since I saw you sitting next to Boromir," Legolas murmurs, the sweet scent of roses and lilac rolling off of him makes Y/N want to melt in his gentle touch. "I.....I love you, Y/N."

"Well good then," she hums. "That makes what I am about to do much easier." Removing her hands from his, Y/N slides them up Legolas' torso to wrap around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to press a small kiss to his lips. The Prince makes a small noise of surprise, his hands hesitantly land on her hips, Y/N moans softly as his hands slowly wander to her ribs then back down.

Without breaking the small kiss, Legolas begins to slowly push Y/N backwards, allowing her to fall onto the bed. "Valar," Legolas exclaims, his eyes roaming over Y/N's eager form. "Has anyone told you that you are beautiful?"

"A few times," she says, pawing at the hem of Legolas' nightshirt. "But none of them have lived long afterward."

"Then allow me to be the first?'

"Gladly," Y/N murmurs before pulling the Prince down into another but more passionate kiss.

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#fotfics #lotr #the hobbit #throwin' this in queue #legolas #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings #legolas x reader #legolas x y/n #legolas x you #legolas greenleaf #legolas thranduilion #tolkein

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xnothero · 3 years

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open starter — jeff & open !

JEFF TURNS his attention away from the car and to the other, a reassuring smile written across his scruffy features. “hey, it ain’t nothin’ i can’t fix. the noise is comin’ from that tire in the back. i can replace it and have you on your way in the next thirty minutes. promise.”

#indie open rp #indie mumu rp #indie rp #( omg PLS. give me an excuse to use him thx.#literally anything. )#queue.#❝ ╰ jaye's throwin some starters at ya !

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synthmama · 4 years

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@atmomic || sc.

“Hey, kiddo. Take a seat for a second, you’ll wanna see this.” She doesn’t make visits to Diamond City often; split instincts on wanting to avoid the grinding wheel of bureaucracy and straying too much from the orphanage. Yet, here she is: leaning neat and leisurely against the side of a storefront, arms folded across her chest and one foot propped against the surface wall. Her mouth curves in a smile, sly, before she nods to Kat. “You know much about baseball from your old days? ‘Cause they’re about to put on a reenactment.”

#atmomic #(^: im late but hi i love kat #this im throwin in quinn's #★ v: redefined. (companion) ★#verse lmao #★ KEEPSAKES. (queue) ★

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theketchupspy · 5 years

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NAME: Gemüse Heinzmann / Peter Maxwell

NICKNAME(S): Gem, Pepe, Confrey, Flavien

THEIR PROFESSION:

A celebrity spy. The job is exactly as counterproductive as it sounds like it is, and has actually caused no shortage of strife for Gemüse. For every person that loves him, there’s at least one who doesn’t. Gemüse is specifically an infiltration agent; he has experience with other aspects of the field, but, specifically, he’s usually the guy that’s sent when it’s necessary to break into or otherwise obtain information stealthily.

WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND:

Gemüse lives near the fictional city of Anniedayos, which exists in Northeastern North Carolina. He specifically lives on the Southeastern edge of the city, in the Bowsprit District. For his job, he can be found all over the country and occasionally even outside of it, but he’ll always return home in the end.

FAVOURITE FOOD TYPE:

Gemüse’s favorite type of food is actually barbecued foods; he loves barbecue wings and pulled pork. He usually tries to avoid it, though, being mindful of calorie and cholesterol intake. Now, he’s usually inclined to salads, specifically chicken with thousand island dressing.

FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK:

Heineken. No question. He hardly ever drinks anything else, but if he has to, he usually sticks to beers.

FAVOURITE TRAIT(S):

I don’t have a clue what this means tbh lmao.

He likes people who don’t make fun of others, even jokingly. People who listen to what he says and takes it seriously.

He also likes people who believe that sex doesn’t necessarily have to be part of a healthy relationship.

WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE:

He prefers to just stay home, honestly. But he wouldn’t mind taking an S/O out on a fancier date; the typical options are available. A nice dinner, a movie, a small trip. He’d also be happy to take them to a baseball game, or ice skating, or something along those lines. Bars, too, are an option for people into that, though he usually shies away from clubs.

IDEAL GIFT:

He...doesn’t like being given gifts. Usually because 95% of the time, it’ll be thrown out within a week. He likes his house tidy and doesn’t hesitate to keep it that way.

Food is a good bet with him, especially food that he’s fond of, but he’s not at all picky.

WHEN WILL THEY DRINK ALCOHOL:

Gemüse drinks alcohol to have a good time. Despite his vices, turning to alcohol when he’s emotionally distraught is not something he has done or has ever felt tempted to do. He drinks to unwind and have a good time and to ease the pains of lupus. He usually only has one or two drinks, rarely exceeding enough to move beyond a small buzz, but when he gets hammered, he tends to drift into existential despair territory. He’s not a fun man to get drunk, and he usually avoids it for that reason and for his health.

HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY GO TO BED:

If you mean “go to bed” as in sleep (non-sexually) with someone, he’s usually happy to do so after a few dates.

If you mean it in the other manner...

Good luck.

TAGGED FROM: @devoutbrother TAGGING: @huatpiink @lost-and-found-in-the-forest @crestfxllenfxte

#;;dashgame;throwin' tomatoes #;;queue;wait a year and a tomato will come #;;canon;splattered facts

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chartographic · 5 years

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@lxvingdeadgxrl // starter call.

careful footsteps tell of TREPIDATION, wizard in tow of necromancer, following her lead & casting cursory glances around the area. there’s some kind of TENSION thick in the air, a static TICKLE that heralds THREAT---

“ are you sure it’s SAFE around here ?”

#throwin' widogast @ u ;;;#lxvingdeadgxrl #☼ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗᶤᵐᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃᶰᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ( caleb )#queue tag pending ;;

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desdemonafictional · 3 years

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Arranged marriage AU IDW Dinobot/Rattrap “Let’s get this straight, I’m only agreeing with this arrangement so Starscream will shut up.” ;)

you KNOW this prompt ended me

“Let’s get this straight, I’m only agreeing with this arrangement so Starscream will shut up.”

“Ah,” said Dinobot, absently testing the balance of his new blade, “so you don’t have any will or spine of your own. I had wondered.”

“Uh, frag you very much,” Rattrap said. “You don’t know slag about me. We only just met. It's a little early to be throwin insults around.”

“And you think that it isn’t an insult, telling me you wouldn’t agree to this arrangement if your master didn’t demand it?”

Rattrap snapped his mouth shut.

He was sitting on the pile of wedding gifts, many of which were sparkling themed but also several of which were weapons. Rattrap wasn’t entirely sure who was meant to be wielding those. At the moment Dinobot was working his way through the catalogue of things that could kill you, possibly just to make it clear he knew how to use them. Rattrap refused to be impressed.

“Well,” he said, after a moment. “You don’t really wanna marry me either, right?”

Dinobot grunted, doing some kind of lunge with a saber. Which wasn’t even remotely an answer.

“You don’t, do you?” Rattrap pressed, irritably. “You got some kinda boss over there on Eukaris telling you what to do, just the same as me. They’re tellin you ‘Hey Dino-grunt, go over there and let this jerkoff get you pregnant for great peace or whatever,’ and you’re salutin and trottin your miserable aft off just the same as me.”

With a face like Dinobot’s, it wasn’t entirely easy to tell when he was glaring or just regular looking at a guy. Rattrap squinted back at him, trying to tell the difference.

Dinobot looked away and finished his sword form.

“Look,” Rattrap said, softening his tone, “it’s alright to admit you’re not jazzed about getting hitched to all'a this. Who would be, right? I just want you to know I’m not gonna be like.” He grimaced. “Weird about it. When I go to the strip club I pay up right, you know?”

Dinobot dropped the sword to his hip and turned around. “What the devil are you talking about?”

Rattrap rocked back on the heels of his palms. His mouth was all twisted up now with a discomfort he didn’t really want to untangle. “I mean I’m not gonna take liberties just ‘cause we got our names on some forms together now. I'll get you that sparkling you need and then I'll back off. I ain’t here to creep on ya. I’m just doing what Starscream tells me to do so we don’t get into another stupid goddamn war."

He'd been thinking, kinda sorta obsessively, about the expectation of... marital duties. They had a way of doing things on Eukaris. Wheeljack said it was brilliant. Rattrap thought it was a lot of pressure. And a lot of laying awake in his little nest at night, imagining and then recoiling from imagining, trying not to be a freak about it. It wasn't any of his business. Except for how literally it was.

He was a mech with interests, he'd done plenty of tactile in his day. He could even imagine what it'd be like to do it with Dinobot, if Dinobot was a regular Cybertronian killing time in a dive bar on shore leave, ready to make a couple bad decisions in the alley out back after getting in a fight over the Jukebox queue. He could imagine rubbing that sensitive place between the thighs that housed most mechs' auxiliary ports, prying up the chest panel to touch the delicate substructure, the way that a voice like that would growl for him...

But he couldn't imagine what it would be like to do something more intimate than tactile, with more consequences, with someone who didn't even want him.

He turned his head, pretending to examine the broken window set high above the doorframe, taped over with clear plastic. "You don’t gotta worry about me getting ideas.”

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#dinotrap #beast wars #maccadam

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