#like if i do mostly m's and n' its like gay and flustered

[mister-lady]

Is it just me or like... do you also have different keyboard slaps for different emotions????

#like if i do mostly m's and n' its like gay and flustered #and if its a's and s's its like funnie? #or I'll type bahahahahaa for laughong infront of a keyslap #and a bunch of j's and f's is jus random i think #and h's is normally angy or gay #and idk why im explaining this but uhhh #yea #i feel like talking so hav this shitpost

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Mr. and Mr. Cullen

Carlisle Cullen x Husband Male Reader.

For @marilynmonroefanfics. Your sexy vamp-daddy. ( ⓛ ω ⓛ *)

Warning: mention of slavery, mention of depression

What they said: I just want some Carlisle and M/n Cullen caring for their children. Also, imagine them going to a parent-teacher conference and the people just gagging at how beautiful, caring, and sweet Carlisle's husband is.

M/n: Male name

L/n: Last name

Word count: 1984

Disclaimer: I have never watched Twilight, so my knowledge is slim! Esme also won't be in this fic! But I still hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it's bad.

Check out my masterlist if you want to read more!

You were standing at the window just looking outside. The dead trees and the gray sky were noticeable, it was going to rain since its Washington.

Sometimes you wonder, "how did this all happen?" You'll look at your hands and see how pale it is and your thirst for blood. Something you never experienced before.

It all started 213 years ago when you met the man, who would be with you for eternity. The man who made you feel complete on. The man who is now your husband.

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FLASHBACK (1808)

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You were sitting a the tavern in New Orleans. Just drinking away your problems. The city was recently brought from France for $15 million, doubling the size of the US.

Some people are venturing out into the newly gained territory. Well, that's what you hear, you don't know if it's true because they're all drunk. The natives would most likely kill them.

From all, you could see was white people with their slaves. The whole slavery thing disgusting. You didn't own any slaves since you didn't need to but also because you saw them as humans, they deserve the right of freedom.

Sometimes you would see their kids auction off to an unknown fate, some getting hanged for defying the masters, and other things.

This was the dark reality you live in...

But then out of the corner of your eye, you see a very pale man, and he looks like he hasn't slept in years. In your opinion, he was kind of hot and good-looking.

You looked away before hiding your face. You didn't want anyone to see you got fluster over a man. You didn't know what would happen if anyone discovers you're gay.

Present you: No one was gay back then or at least that's what you think.

The said man notice you and began to walk towards you. You didn't notice him at first until he pulls a chair from beside you, and sat down. Now you were even more nervous.

"Hey?" you heard a deep but caring voice right next to you. 'what do I DO? WHAT DO I DO??!?!' sirens began going off. You didn't want to be rude and not respond, but you didn't want to embarrass yourself.

"Uhh, hola-" you quickly stopped and just looked away. 'Shit! Can't believe that happen!'

Carlisle chuckled and smiled at your embarrassed and blushing face. 'Humans are funny.' "Don't be nervous, I'm not gonna bite. Anyways, what's your name?"

you mostly stay to yourself not wanting to be involved with other people or even communicate with them. But something about him made you want to come out of your shell.

"I'm... M/n? M/n... L/n." you hesitantly respond. "Well, nice to meet M/n. I'm Carlisle, Carlisle Cullen." The hot guy said with a charming smile.

You just looked at him and wondered, 'how do say that?' "Uhh... not to be rude but... how do you say your name?" You said with a cheeky smile while scratching your head.

"I knew you were going to say that. It's pronounced Car-lyle." You nodded your head. "So wanna get to know each other?" Carlisle offered, you nodded your head with a smile.

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Timeskip (1810)

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Ever since you meant Carlisle, both of you clicked. It was weird to you but to Carlisle, you were his mate. You and Carlisle were destined to be together for eternity.

You didn't know this, you just thought he was listening to your every problem. You told him everything and your problems. You told him how your suffering from depression and things like that.

It was May 20, 1810, the day you want to end it all. You didn't want to do this but your inner demons kept taunting you. You felt you were going insane.

You saw your reflection in the lake's water. The sounds of birds chirping, the leaves on the trees, and the sounds of mosquitos. Those annoying flies. You didn't sense anyone staring at you from afar. Carlisle was watching the whole thing.

You took a deep breath before jumping. The lake was deep and you didn't know how to swim, so this made things easier. You didn't struggle and just let it happen.

Carlisle's eyes widen and quickly took action. He didn't want to lose his mate. He used his super-speed and dived in. You sank down deep and lost consciousness.

Carlisle pulled you out and took you back to his place.

You regain consciousness and looked around. You were on a white silk bed and the room looked richly appointed. "Why did you do that?" you heard his voice again.

You didn't want to respond until you felt the bed sink in. Carlisle lifted your chin. "Let me repeat myself... Why did you do that?" you never noticed how cold his hands were. Carlisle still had his eyes on you, waiting for a response.

You couldn't hold back the tears anymore and started crying. Carlisle may be a vampire but he still had compassion. He pulled you for a hug and you just cried on his shoulder.

After crying on his shoulder for 5 minutes Carlisle gave you an offer. Something that could change your life forever. "I can take all this pain away if you be with me for eternity."

You looked at him with confusion wondering how he's going to fix everything. "How can you fix this?" you looked at him trying to look away but he had a firm grip on you. 'Never knew he was this strong.'

Carlisle opened his mouth to reveal sharps fangs that kind of look like a saber tooth tiger that died a long time ago. For some reason, you weren't fazed by this. "Believe it or not... I'm not really human. My life changed in 1663 when I was turned into this."

Carlisle never talked about his past or where he was from but you assumed he was from Great Britain because of his British accent. "What are you then?... If you're not human."

Carlisle hesitated before responding. "Like I said, I'm not human. I'm part of a different species... vampire." you never knew what the term vampire means but you know it was European folklore and panic broke out in the Serbian countryside.

"Vampire? So how would that help me?" you didn't seem that shocked or scared which surprised Carlisle himself. "Well... It works by turning you. But I have to say two things. One, are you fine with me doing it. And two, do you love me?"

You gave Carlisle your full consent on the first one but the second... you did love him. "I do... love you." You mumble the last part but Carlisle had heightened senses.

Carlisle smiled before speaking about what he truly feels. "I feel the same way. Ever since we met at the bar, I knew you were my mate for eternity." You just accepted and nodded your head.

I mean you get to be with the man you loved for eternity.

You laid back down with Carlisle inching closer to your neck. You feel his cold finger touch your skin before it pulled away. You tilted your neck a little more to give better access.

"Mnmnmn." You felt Carlisle's fangs sink into your skin as he dumped the venom. You feel him pull back before diving back in. You feel the venom coursing through your veins. Your heart stopped beating as a result but you didn't die. Your skin began to turn pale, Carlisle watched as you turned into a vampire.

You opened your eyes after it was done. You looked at your hands and arms, they're pale. You looked around and you see things you couldn't see before.

Suddenly you felt parched. Carlisle gave you blood to drive. "Here drink this. Water won't do." You took the drink and drank. Your thirst had been satisfied.

"You're so beautiful. I can't wait to spend eternity with you." You smiled at him before pulling him for a kiss.

"Your new name is M/n Cullen."

(Again I never watched twilight so I don't know how it feels or how to describe the transformation!!)

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FLASHBACK OVER

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Suddenly you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and the chin of someone rest on your shoulder. "What you think?" you knew that voice from anywhere.

"Just the time when I met you... that's all." you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck. Carlisle moved his arms to your waist and pulled you in for a little kiss.

He pulled away before saying, "We can't get carried away, remember we have to go to the parent-teacher conference. We can have fun when we get home." ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"Oh yeah, totally forgot about that! Well, let me get ready." Carlisle nodded his head before walking out to let you dress.

After 10 minutes you were ready to go. You walk downstairs to see Jasper, Alice, Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie ready. Bella was also here, she was standing Edward. You're glad he found someone but the way he...... how do you put it...

Watching her sleep? Yeah, you kind of don't agree with that but as long as he is happy. "Is everyone ready?" everyone nodded. "Alright, let's go."

Everyone began to pile up in the car. You and Carlisle took the front while the others were in the back. To be honest, you were kind of nervous. Nobody has ever since you only your family know. Everyone knows who Carlisle is since he's the town's best doctor.

"Don't worry M/n. Everything is going to alright." You nodded your head and just stared at the window watching the trees go by and the occasional car driving by.

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Timeskip (30 minutes)

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After the 30 minutes drive, y'all finally arrived at Forks Highschool. Everyone stopped to look. Mostly because the Cullens look like celebrities. The kids got out first then Carlisle.

You inhaled and exhaled. Carlisle opened the door for you. You stepped out and stood beside Carlisle. Everyone had a shocked face, no one has ever seen Mrs.- Mr. Cullen.

You could hear the whispers from the parents and gossip from the girls who are obsessed with the sexy doctor. You receive some nice looks from the majority of the people there.

"Ah, welcome Mr. and Mr. Cullen! Please proceed to the auditorium for the conference." the headmaster, Harold Greene said.

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Timeskip (after the conference)

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After the conference, many of the parents were talking to the teacher talking about how their kids were doing. You were just chatting with the other parents while Carlisle was talking to the headmaster about something.

The parents admired you for being beautiful, caring, and sweet. Carlisle is lucky to have a husband like you. "M/n! We gotta go!" You nodded your head, said goodbye to the parents, and walked to Carlisle.

"So, how did it go?" Carlisle asked. "It went well actually." you gave him a smile before pecking him on the lips. "Come on, we're leaving!" the other Cullens followed back to the car and drove back home in the woods.

You're glad about being a Cullen. Just you and Carlisle. Mr. and Mr. Cullen.

THE END

#x male reader #male reader #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x male reader #twilight x male reader #twilight #the cullens #twilight x reader #no major warnings #fluff #mention of depression #x reader #the cullen family #male reader insert #hope you enjoy #sorry if its bad #for someone

[neptunesnxpple]

Undercover Lover 1/2? - Benimaru x m!reader

Summary: Benimaru infiltrates a singles night to find an undercover Evangelist member intent on taking down Asakusa. Will he find something else instead?

Wordcount: 2138

Tags: misunderstandings, beginnings, m!reader, singles night

A/N: 18+ only. Do not read or interact if you are a minor. Thank you.

“I don’t see why I have to be dressed up for this,” Benimaru complained. The twins adjusted the sleeves of his black kimono, patting at his black and white striped hakama.

 “It’s an undercover mission,” Hinata started,

 “Yeah you’re going to kill it on the dance floor, and then kill the infiltrator,” Hikage added.

 “An undercover mission at some get together hardly suits me. Konro is much more fitted for this.” He mused. Ever since the Asakusa fight he’d started the heavy battle of accepting his role. Even harder was coming to terms with the amount of trust the community put on him. Now he’d have to hide who he was for that community. He walked out of the captain’s quarters into the main area, team 7 and 8 were on standby, hovering by computers with headsets dispersed among the higher-ranking members. Konro passed Benimaru an earpiece while Iris fit a small camera on one of his chest pieces.

 “Remember, we’re counting on you.” Konro clasped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. He doubted he could hold up to it.

 —

 The venue was lined with hydrangeas, blue and purple, situated on the water’s edge and decorated with warm, glowing lights. By all accounts it was beautiful. People were trickling in, dressed in semi formal attire, mostly around a similar age range. Benimaru kept a watchful eye, making a mental note of anyone that stood out. Unfortunately, he recognized most of them as locals. At least he could rule those out and focus on the out of towners.

 ‘You have to go in at some point’ his earpiece buzzed,

 “Relax I’m just gathering intel,” he muttered. Reluctantly he made his way to the door. The inside was just as carefully decorated. Hanging paper sculptures, soft lighting, and many small tables set up. He wasn’t sure the specifics of this event, but he didn’t think it’d matter. He tried to fade into the wall when an event organizer cornered him, smiling with a name tag and clip board in hand.

 “All guests are required to sign in and wear a name tag,” they chirped, “if I could just get your name and email address,” Benimaru groaned. This was already more trouble than it was worth as far as he was concerned.

 “Benimaru,” he stated, taking the clipboard, and scribbling that down as well as a fake email address. He took the name tag and slapped it on blindly. It didn’t matter where it went. The event staffer took back the clipboard.

 “Alright take a seat and we’ll start in 10.”

 Benimaru picked a seat on the far side, watching as the other guests filled in.

 “First we’d like to welcome you all to singles night. We’ve prepared refreshments and a light dinner spread. Check the letter on the back of your card, we’ll start with group A staying where they are and if you’re in group B you’ll be moving in a clockwise fashion. Then there will be a brief intermission while-”

 Benimaru couldn’t listen anymore. A singles night was the perfect cover for an evangelist looking to recruit a younger population. He’d have to be on his guard. He checked the back of his card. Group A. So, he’d be in wait and the potential enemies would be coming to him. This gave him the advantage. He sat back, hand twitching at the ready under the table. Time ticked slowly. The locals didn’t mind too much, he wasn’t much for frivolous conversation when he had a goal in mind and maintained the appropriate level of conversation. Those that came from out of town he was less forgiving to.

 “You decided to come to Asakusa for this?” He accused, causing the current victim to recoil at the animosity in his voice, “This seems like something you could have done back in your town. What’s the real reason for you visit?” Not long after the timer beeped and the insulted date would leave him, the next one going along just as well. None of these singles looked too suspicious, although they were irritable by the time they left.

 “Benimaru? Nice to meet you,” you introduced yourself, smiling warmly. He was an interesting looking fellow, the mismatched eyes were something you hadn’t seen before. He raised an eyebrow at you, arms crossed over his chest.

 “And what brings you here?” His fingertips warmed. You laughed nervously. It was a cliché opening, but the way he looked you was enough for you to overlook it. Intense.

 “Well I’m new to the area, I just moved in a couple of weeks ago, and thought it would be a great opportunity to meet some of the other people around my age,” you explained, “plus if I could meet someone special that’s a bonus. Why’d you decide to come here tonight?” Careful eyes scanned you from top to bottom, and you were glad you put the extra effort in your clothing choices. Benimaru struggled to come up with a reason besides blatantly saying what he was looking for, when a voice in his ear spoke up,

 ‘Say you’re trying to find the right one’. He could hear the exasperation on the other side. This whole time they’d been coaching him, and he’d been having some less than desirable results. This was close enough to the truth that he could allow it.

 “I’m trying to find that special someone.” Yes, special. And the guy in front of him was hitting all the boxes. Out of towner, recently moved here. Laughing at his initial investigative question. This guy was good. He took a cool sip from the glass in front of him, “what made you move all this way?”

 “I got a new job and thought it would be a fun change of pace. I like the unique energy. Are you from Asakusa?”

 “Born and raised. Now this job you were talking about-”

 “Yes, I’m a bit of a bug specialist, an educator,” you answered quickly, feeling flustered as you watched his eyes narrow. The heat pooling in your chest began to work its way up your neck. You were starting to feel a bit intimidated, not in a bad way though, and kicked yourself for answering so eagerly. This felt like an interview almost. You scrambled to turn this back into a conversation, “What do you do? Um, for fun or as a job.” Nailed it. You gave yourself a mental thumbs up.

 “I’m a busy guy, I don’t have much time for trivial matters. I suppose you could say I’m a bit of a community leader.” He watched as you fidgeted, not with the same amount of distaste as the others had. Something was different here.

 “Oh, I guess I’m lucky then-” before you finished the timer set off. As you stood up and turned to leave, a hand grabbed your wrist.

 “Welcome to Asakusa.”

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 When the break came you made a beeline for the entrance, walking around the side of the building and welcoming the cold air. For the most part everyone had seemed friendly. Things were a lot different from where you were from, and while it was exciting you were constantly aware that you’d sometimes say the wrong thing or share too much too fast. Still, being a gay guy in Asakusa you didn’t expect so many options. It made you wonder how many others there were that didn’t come. You rested against the wall, closing your eyes, and taking a deep beath. You listened to the quiet movement of the river nearby. You didn’t notice the person rounding the corner until two hands slammed into the wall surrounding your head, a large body blocking your view of the river. It was dark on this side. You struggled to make out anything until you looked up. Glowing pink eyes loomed down at you, stripping you away of any nerve that you could scrape off the pavement, an unsmiling face greeting you. It was Benimaru.

 ‘Benimaru what are you doing- it’s dark!’ A high-pitched voice shouted.

 “I know it’s you,” Benimaru sneered, voice rough and gravelly, “I know what you’re really here for.” You swallowed dryly, unable to look away and frozen in place. You were entirely at his mercy here. At least you were reading his interests correctly. You licked your lips.

 ‘Benimaru wait that’s not-’

 “I’m going to make you pay,” You felt the warmth radiating from his hands, intoxicatingly so. He must be a third gen user if he was this warm. He reached back and you grabbed the fronts of his jacket, taking a step forward and kissing him. You felt him stiffen to your touch and you immediately removed your mouth from his, eyes wide and the only thought crossing your mind being ‘oh shit’- had you misinterpreted his advances earlier? You opened your mouth to apologize, but instead got the wind knocked out of you as he lifted you off the ground and slammed you back into the wall harder than you’d have liked. His hand began to glow bright orange as it bubbled with flame, preparing to strike.

 “Benimaru! Hold it!” A deep voice shouted. Quicker than you could process- something, or someone, slid by you, fire on their heels, and knocked into Benimaru. You fell to the ground, stunned.

 “Benimaru! There was no mission, this was just a date night!” A younger voice shouted. The moonlight reflected off of the brightly striped fire equipment, only furthering your confusion. Why were fire soldiers here? And how did they know where you were?

 “Back off, I know he’s the infiltrator. I’ll end this right now,” Benimarus’ flame returned to his hand, this time larger than before and brighter. It illuminated enough for you to see a cast of other fire soldiers running up on the scene. What the hell?

 “It’s true, we just thought you could use the night off, and maybe meet someone outside of work!” A woman yelled. As if things could make any less sense, two young girls came bounding in at full speed, slapping at Benimarus’ legs.

 “Yeah dummy! What are you doing? You’re going to ruin all the work that Hina and I put in for this!”

 “Stupid! You’re never going to get a man if you keep blowing holes in them!”

 This was all just too much to take in. You stared vacantly at the pavement, trying to trace the steps of how you got here. Benimaru lowered his hand, flames withering.

 “It was all just… a fake mission?” He repeated, sounding lost. He looked at you, crumpled on the ground and thoroughly ruffled from the way he manhandled you. Guilt sucked out all of the rage he was feeling. Here he was attacking the newest citizen of Asakusa, just for being new. He rewound through the night. He had just interrogated at least 20 innocent people. The flame melted away completely. With the twins still yelling at him and giving him a much-deserved waist high beating, he made his way over to you. At this point Maki from squad 8 had been tending to you, checking you for injuries. When he approached you gazed up at him wildly, like some innocent animal caught in the crosshair of a hunter. Maki gave him a skeptical look.

 “You should be fine, just a little bruised if anything. Call this number if there’s anything else we can do for you,” she handed you a card and tentatively made her exit.

 “Sorry, I thought you were flirting but I guess you were just looking for um, someone undercover? An evangelist infiltrator? Anyway, I’m sorry for kissing you.”

 “You have nothing to apologize for,” he sighed, pushing a hand through his hair, and exposing the lesser seen eye further, “it was my fault. I jumped to conclusions. You were just new, and I assumed that you had bad intentions.” You nodded, unsure of what else could be added. After some uncomfortable silence, you heard another sigh. Benimaru dropped his hand, looking away from you, “because you’re new and because of the situation, I would like to offer you a personal tour of Asakusa. I know this town better than anyone and would like the chance to make it up to you.” You gave him a scrutinizing look, pleased when you watched him squirm under your gaze. Good, he should be on his toes. A satisfactory amount of time later, you gave him a timid smile,

 “Sure.”

 “Waka, we’re heading back to the station,” Konro shouted. Benimaru gave a slight wave and returned his gaze to you.

 “Do you need me to walk you back inside, or…” he trailed off.

 “I don’t think I’ll be going back,” you started. A displeased expression filled his face, “but, you can walk me home.”

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[shruggingcutely]

MocaTsugu! They’re gay and they kiss!

Big thanks to the artist who draws really good trans girl Bandoris and sold me on concepts such as MocaTsugu, everyone x Misaki, or Kaoru as top. They deleted most of their art from pixiv, though, and while they’re still active on Twitter I don’t really feel comfortable linking when I don’t know why they deleted everything. Why am I even mentioning this? First of all art is good and gay art of trans girls is good. Also, if you’re a decent internet detective you now have enough information to find them anyway. Please be nice

Also Moca is trans

Word count: 4.4k-ish

Rating: Lots of kissing and some references to, uh, physiological responses to arousal. And paper work. I did give it a T on AO3, though.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16142222

Tsugumi filled the student council office with the clacking of the calculator’s keys. “Estimated expenses… hmm… Why so many tennis rackets?”

The numbers on the sheet checked out, barely legible as they were, so Tsugumi added it to the pile. Almost done now. Stretching her arms, Tsugumi looked around the empty room bathed in the orange of sunset. Usually this light made her feel connected to her friends, who were no doubt seeing the same vista, but the atmosphere in her school, this late, let loneliness win. She wasn’t going to call or text anyone, though, when it would just drag out her work.

Tsugumi checked the final few forms. If she hurried… well, she didn’t really have anything to do until practice. Was there a point in hurrying? Her friends would probably tell her to slow down, but Tsugumi liked working hard, especially when her job and its results were clear. She would surely find something else to do with the left-over time. Tsugumi’s experience had taught her those trying to keep busy would always find something, anything.

She blinked the exhaustion out of her eyes and went back at it. The drama club… That would probably take a while. As the star of the school’s clubs it needed a significant budget and of course the school would have to order the equipment and the club often tried to leverage its status and popularity by asking for the… not impossible per se, but certainly troublesome. Despite this, Tsugumi smiled. Maya would get some new toys to play with and her excitement frequently proved infectious.

A knock on the door startled Tsugumi out of her work rhythm. Before she could answer, Moca entered. Classic Moca. Strange for her to be at school this late, actually, as a member of the go-home club.

“I could hear you being tsugurific all the way outside.” Moca crossed her arms. “Still working?”

“Yeah, but I’m almost done.” Goodbye loneliness. If she could have picked a single one of her friends to suddenly show up, it was definitely Moca. She didn’t get as upset with Tsugumi’s workaholic tendencies, and she carried with her a relaxing aura. When they were alone her jokes also kinda became funnier? Or at least less mean. Why just her, though? Tomoe and Himari had shifts at their part-time job, but Ran not accompanying Moca was unusual. Moca liked to boast about their inseparable bond. “You’re on your own?”

“Ran realized she’d run out of guitar strings. Because I pointed it out.” Moca shook her head. “Where would everyone be without me?”

Tsugumi giggled. “But you didn’t go with her?”

“Mmh, Ran is almost an adult now. Girl’s gotta spread her wings a little. Ah, how time flies. But back to you, Tsugu. Whatcha doin’?”

“I’m just double-checking these forms before filing them away.”

Moca glanced at the sheet in front of Tsugumi. “Club expenses? Taking care of that isn’t your job, is it?”

Tsugumi forced a laugh. “Not quite… I don’t have to double-check, but if there is a mistake it will cause everyone a lot of trouble, so...”

“Found a mistake yet?”

“No….”

“Tsugu~” Moca’s voice took a sterner tone and she, well, ‘scowl’ was a strong word. Mildly disappointed mom face, maybe? “Aren’t you just burying yourself in busywork?”

“That’s not… Um… It’s very important and….”

“Someone else’s responsibility.”

Tsugumi couldn’t keep up the strained smile anymore. Nail hit on the head. “Y-yeah…”

“We keep telling you to take care of yourself and rest more, don’t we?”

“You do….”

“We’re not saying that to be mean. Well, I’m not, ‘cause I’m an angel, maybe Ran wants to be mean.”

“N-no! I, I know, but I… If I don’t do some kind of work I get restless and… and a little anxious and… think about stuff….”

Moca leaned forward and pulled Tsugumi in a pretty lax hug. Doubly lax because Tsugumi was sitting and Moca was not. “Tsugu, what kinda stuff?”

Tsugumi gripped Moca’s shirt almost out of reflex. “It’s just… Everyone… You’re all so good at… and I’m… I’m not, so…”

“Tsugu. Even if you can’t make yourself believe it, you are good. You are more than good enough. You don’t need to push yourself so hard. Your cute Moca guarantees it. We are all proud of you. Like for real. Pat yourself on the back for once. Ah, but listen to me getting all sappy, huh.”

“M-Moca….” Her eyes stinging, Tsugumi pulled Moca closer and sniffled. Hugging Moca was always a special occasion because of how rarely it happened, so Tsugumi tried to hold on tight to kind of… convince her not let go?

Moca stroked Tsugumi’s hair. “There, there.”

Tsugumi took in Moca’s warmth and trust and the faint smell of fresh bread that clung to her so often. It was comfort, it was home. It was Moca. Tsugumi wiped her eyes, mostly for show. “Thanks, Moca.”

“Well now,” Moca said, “this position is not the best, so if you could…”

Tsugumi immediately let go. “Sorry!!”

Moca stood upright and stretched her back a little. Perhaps with some theatrics. “So, how much until you’re done?” Sitting down next to Tsugumi, Moca absentmindedly stuck her hands in her pockets before realizing she was still wearing her school uniform with its pocketless skirt. She tried to play it off by patting her lap. Tsugumi pretended she hadn’t noticed.

“That’s… Three left.”

“Hmm. I can’t be of much use with that, but,” Moca shot Tsugumi a mischievous glance, “you could also not do it.”

Tsugumi giggled. “Now that I’m almost done and you’re here with me, I think I can finish it in record time!”

“There you go, being all tsugurific again.” Moca smiled and patted Tsugumi’s back. She paused for a moment, then switched to rubbing it. “I’ll be your support~”

Tsugumi did the remaining calculations, added a note for clarification (what terrible handwriting, she’d have to ask them to take more care), only slightly confused by Moca’s fingers occasionally running over the back strap of her bra, and filed away form after form in the shelf to her right. Moca did or said weird things regularly, so Tsugumi didn’t think much of it. Tsugumi stretched her arms one final time, a ritual to signal a finished job, and turned to Moca. “All done! Thank you so much, Moca!”

“No problem! What did I do again?”

Tsugumi smiled. Goofball. “You always have my back! ...Sometimes literally. We still have some time until we have to get to the studio, do you wanna go somewhere?”

Moca tapped Tsugumi’s now empty seat. “Let’s rest a little after all this hard work.”

“Sure!” Tsugumi sat back down and took a sip of water from the bottle she carried around in her bag. “Want some?”

Moca nodded and took an honestly probably rude number of sips before returning the bottle. It felt silly for Tsugumi not to drink a little more after that, so she went with the flow.

“Gotta stay hydrated!” Tsugumi stuck the bottle in her bag and nodded at Moca, whose eyes kind of…. fixated on hers. Moca seemed to catch herself and ruffled Tsugumi’s hair. “Wh-what’s wrong, Moca?” Unusually quiet, Moca… wait, was she blushing? “Did you want more water?”

“No, I was just thinking that…” Moca scratched her head and shrugged. “You know….” Nervous Moca? Even rarer than hugging Moca. “We still have some time and you’re… we’re….” Moca rubbed her forehead. Her mouth did some weird gymnastics like she couldn’t decide on an expression to make. “I know a great way to relax.”

“Y-yeah?” Was it something complicated that made Moca sound so uncertain? Was Moca, the confident Moca, not confident in what she was suggesting? She seemed frustrated with herself. In that case, Tsugumi knew what to do. She turned all the way to face Moca. “I’m all ears!”

Moca gazed in Tsugumi’s eyes and, totally blushing for real, grabbed the keys from her desk and locked the door. “It’d be embarrassing if someone suddenly walked in, so.” Leaving the keys in the lock, she got back to her seat and added, “if you don’t want to, we’ll just go for a walk outside or whatever.”

Yeah, but… “Wh-what is it? This… secret relaxation technique?” If Moca was offering a massage, it really would be embarrassing to be seen by someone else. Particularly if Moca asked Tsugumi to take off her shirt. A massage, though… She’d never expected Moca to be the type. As far as surprises went, Tsugumi had no complaints at all. But Moca probably had a weak grip with how calm she always was? Or maybe not! Who could tell, maybe she also took it seriously like how she took the guitar seriously. Tsugumi hoped for that one. Devil-may-care Moca looking all focused on something had an undeniable appeal.

Moca took hold of Tsugumi’s left hand, and looked up at her. The glint in her eyes, like they were doing something forbidden, made Tsugumi shiver, but not in a bad way. “Tsugu, we’ll keep this a secret between us, okay?”

“O-okay…” Tsugumi swallowed. Massage, please! Please? It had to be something special for Moca to get so… quiet? Well, not quiet so much as she seemed to study Tsugumi’s reaction very closely and always waited for her to reply. Kinda like in some of her favorite shoujo manga where everyone wasn’t so violent (?) about kissing.

…Hang on.

Moca’s gaze met Tsugumi’s. Her hand moved to Tsugumi’s shoulder and steadied her, which Tsugumi appreciated with how the atmosphere in the room, and Moca’s usually cool eyes turning a warm shade of orange in the sunset, flustered her. Moca’s face came closer, millimeter by millimeter. She glanced down at Tsugumi’s mouth. “Tsugu…” Tsugumi could feel the breath on her lips. “Is it…” Moca made eye contact again. “Is it okay…?” The hand on Tsugumi’s shoulder slid upward, along Tsugumi’s neck, and stopped at her jaw.

“M-Moca…” Tsugumi blinked rapidly. Where had this come from? Was Moca in love with her? Since when? She hadn’t noticed anything. Which, to be fair, is what she would have expected from Moca. Not expecting it. Immensely flattering, though. She felt her face flush. “Y-you mean… you…?”

Moca forced a shy (??) grin. “I did ditch my best friend to be with you.” She lowered her gaze. “I don’t want to… to ruin… you know, like I said, if you don’t want to we can just forget this ever happened and….”

Tsugumi gripped Moca’s hand tighter and with her other hand cupped Moca’s cheek, mirroring hers. She tried to flash Moca a confident smile, because Tsugumi instinctively needed to support her friends when they were wavering. Half a second later she allowed herself to realize what she also needed, or at least wanted so much it felt like needing, was for Moca to keep going.

“Tsugu…” So close now, Tsugumi could all but feel Moca’s lips as she spoke. “Close your eyes?” Tsugumi did. She waited, her heart pounding, lips tightening. A faint tickle, then Moca’s lips were truly, undoubtedly on hers. The feeling of someone’s, of Moca’s hot lips. The strong grip – so she had a strong grip! – on Tsugumi’s hand. Moca’s thumb gently stroking Tsugumi’s cheek. Again, unexpected.

Tsugumi inhaled sharply, more surprise than anything, and Moca immediately backed off. Tsugumi’s eyes shot open to gauge Moca’s reaction as she covered her mouth. Moca also waited for a response. “W-was it bad?” Moca asked.

The tingling echoed in Tsugumi’s lips. So different from anything else she’d ever felt, yet weirdly similar to the feeling of soda sparkling on her lips? But what it was definitely not was bad. She took Moca’s hand. “Moca, you know, I, I really love your confidence.” Tsugumi smiled. “And I’m not sure how it felt… so… well….”

A familiar grin returned to Moca’s face. As fascinating as nervous (?) Moca was, Tsugumi definitely preferred Moca like this. “Looks like your cute Moca has to get tsugurific for once.”

Her cute Moca. A soft twinge in Tsugumi’s chest. “What does that even mean?”

“This.” Moca kissed her, briefly and all smiles. When their eyes met again the smiles slowly faded. Tsugumi shut her eyes. Moca’s lips returned, but this time they stayed like this for a moment. They parted slightly and closed, and a little breath escaped Tsugumi. Her chest felt tight, but comfortingly. “Good?”

“Y-yeah… It’s like… It’s good…”

“Mmh, of course you can’t think straight when you’re kissing me.”

“I, I love when –” Moca continued, a bit more forcefully. Her hand on Tsugumi’s nape, Moca pulled her closer. Her fingers crawled up the back of Tsugumi’s head, tickling her all the way. As their lips relaxed and they experimented with what felt best (everything??), Tsugumi couldn’t help but sigh, almost moan, with contentment. Moca had found the right amount of forcefulness where Tsugumi both felt safe but also so incredibly excited like she was about to burst. She giggled at the thought that she was cookie dough in Moca’s hands. Then Moca, just barely, licked her lips.

Tsugumi grabbed onto Moca. She returned the lick, because she couldn’t bear the thought of Moca stopping out of concern. And Moca did not stop. While Tsugumi held onto Moca’s arms and shoulders and enjoyed the hint of muscle she could feel through the uniform, Moca seemed to be testing what she could get away with – everything. One hand on Tsugumi’s thigh and the other gently nudging her mouth open, Moca sucked on and licked Tsugumi’s lips, carefully at first and slowly getting rougher, almost painful but in the way that made Tsugumi crave more. Like a massage, funnily enough.

Tsugumi lowered her head, kind of leaning on Moca’s collarbone, and caught her breath. She couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. Just a fuzzy white in her mind.

Moca had left a trail of spit on her chin and while Tsugumi would have loved to lick it off rather than waste it, her tongue couldn’t reach and her thumb had to do. Was kissing always this… messy? Or were they just bad at it? Next to Tsugumi’s ear, Moca tried to calm her breath as well. Focusing on Moca, however, did not help Tsugumi come down from her high at all.

Tsugumi pushed Moca against the back of her seat, moved over to straddle her and sat down on Moca’s lap. “Can we do more?” As Moca gazed up at her, maybe a little surprised, Tsugumi wiped away a pearl of sweat from Moca’s forehead. The gaze quickly became too much for Tsugumi, though, and she embraced Moca tightly to get her face out of Moca’s field of vision. She nuzzled up Moca’s neck. The smell of fresh bread, with a bit of peach mixed in.

“Tsugu… look at me?” Tsugumi didn’t dare, so when she didn’t look Moca’s hand unceremoniously landed on Tsugumi’s boob. Tsugumi gasped. “Tsugu, I’m a coward,” Moca half-whispered. “I always brush everything off with a joke, and when I can’t do that I run away. I’ve been trying to get better about it, because you’re there. You always push us to be our best selves and I love that about you. So much. But the other reason I joke around is… it’s because I want your smile. It makes me forget to breathe, did you know that? And not just your smile. …Also,” Tsugumi could hear the grin in Moca’s voice now, “that time when we got locked in at school… I thought you were real cool taking charge like that. Nothing seems all that bad when you’re with me.”

“M-Moca, I…. Thank you, I, I had no idea…. But… I don’t know if now is the best time, when… your hand….”

Chuckling, Moca squeezed Tsugumi’s chest lightly. Tsugumi almost squealed. “Well, you’re not looking at me right now. I told you I’m a coward.” Good point, but the logical consequence? If Tsugumi wanted Moca to be her best self, then… Tsugumi gathered all her mischievous energy and kissed Moca’s neck. Moca’s quick breathing sounded muffled like she was covering her mouth unsuccessfully. Tsugumi kissed harder, her teeth grazing Moca’s skin. “Tsugu, that’s…!”

“Good?” Tsugumi straightened her back and stared into Moca’s big and now surprisingly dark eyes. “I thought you were really cool too, back then. Helping us all stay together. And always, really. I know that even when you joke around I can rely on you.”

“Tsugu, you’re….” Moca rubbed the spot Tsugumi had kissed and snorted. Did she want to take the lead again? Something about it was adorable. That kiss clearly had an effect on her, but she wanted to take care of Tsugumi. Or protect her pride? Also cute.

Moca smiled up at her and pulled Tsugumi down so her butt rested firmly on Moca’s thighs, like to make the space between them both disappear. She adjusted a strand of Tsugumi’s hair, kissed two of her fingers and pressed them on Tsugumi’s lips. In return Tsugumi planted a quiet kiss on Moca’s forehead.

Tsugumi felt she had to break the silence. She wanted to be honest with her feelings so Moca could be, too. “M-Moca, when you touched me it was… it was hot. I, I mean, my body felt so hot! And wh-when we were kissing too…. I, I really like it.”

“Did I awaken Tsugu the kissing demon~?” Moca grinned. She paused for a long moment. “Tsugu, it was… amazing when you kissed me too…. I want to kiss you more.”

Tsugumi barely stopped herself from calling Moca a good girl. This time Tsugumi had the height advantage, so she covered Moca’s eyes with one hand and kissed her. Moca’s arms wrapped around her so tight Tsugumi almost couldn’t breathe. Tsugumi carefully went from licking Moca’s lips on the outside to licking them from inside, where Moca reciprocated equally as gently. With her fingers Tsugumi played with Moca’s earlobe, so painfully red, while Moca’s hands wandered. Tsugumi licked the spit off Moca’s lower lip and Moca did the same to her before they, with a smile, continued getting them wet again. Moca’s hand found its way to Tsugumi’s chest once more, where it not even squeezed but just held Tsugumi’s boob with a firm grip. Her other hand slid down Tsugumi’s waist, under her skirt, which made Tsugumi gasp in surprise, and landed on as much of Tsugumi’s bare butt as it could find or make accessible. There as well Moca merely held her, as if to secure her body. The sensations Moca’s touches caused all over her body took over her mind.

It was becoming so much, too much probably, even if it all was good. Tears formed in Tsugumi’s eyes, just from everything going on. They had to stop or Moca would notice the tears and think she’d hurt Tsugumi. As unsubtly as possible, because Tsugumi couldn’t move subtly right now, Tsugumi laid her head on Moca’s shoulder. Seeing the little red mark she’d left on Moca’s neck, she gave it a lick. Moca let go of Tsugumi’s boob and instead held her head in place, which Tsugumi understood as an invitation to kiss Moca more, so of course she did. Panting, Moca squirmed under her until something warm and strangely hard pushed up against Tsugumi’s panties. Moca’s… W-wait!!  

Tsugumi jumped back out of reflex, so uncontrolled she only half made it back to her seat and almost hit her back against the desk. “U-umm, Moca, I, I think that’s… a little too fast and… and we’re just… umm…!!”

Moca covered her crotch. Her crestfallen frown stung Tsugumi’s heart. “N-no, no, Tsugu, that’s… I didn’t mean…” Moca swore under her breath. And she never outright swore in front of Tsugumi.

“O-oh… O-of course! Y-yeah! It’s a natural reaction!”

“Y-yeah…!”

As Tsugumi climbed onto her seat, she noticed something else. She rubbed her thighs together. Yeah, no doubt, a wet stain on her panties. She adjusted them, again not subtly. “U-um… m-me too….”

“We must be naturals… haha….”

Tsugumi couldn’t laugh. They were best friends, and just today they had found out about each other’s feelings and kissed so much and… Sure, a moment ago Tsugumi had been shocked, but… what if… What if she hadn’t stopped? She almost wished she hadn’t. And it wasn’t too late yet. Tsugumi didn’t even know what… how… exactly this was supposed to go, but right now what she wanted, desired even, was to take off Moca’s skirt and… touch Moca and….

This wasn’t okay. She couldn’t, not on the same day. Not even the same week! Or month! That wasn’t how you were supposed to do that. At school, no less! The student council office! Where everyone worked so hard for the sake of the school! And they almost…!

This time the tears formed quicker.

“Tsugu?!” Moca, with her mouth hanging open like she didn’t know what to say, looked so hurt it made the drops heavier.

“M-Moca… I, I’m sorry, I… W-we’re not even going out o-officially, but I… I want to… keep going…. I’m so….”

“Tsugu. We’re not going further than this today, okay? Promise. Pinkie swear. But I also… I want to do it. With you. That’s not strange. Or bad. Not even a little. Like, of course we’d want to do that. Even if we’re not gonna.” She sounded so certain again. Moca embraced Tsugumi and planted the softest kiss of the day on her cheek. “It’s fine. Even if we did it now, it would be fine. We’d need protection, yeah, and doing it at school is kind of punk, but you’re not bad for wanting it. And I’m incredibly flattered, just so you know.”

“Th-thanks… Moca… I really… You’re really important to me.”

“Same here, Tsugu.” Her head on Moca’s shoulder, Tsugumi found her calm again. For a moment they both disappeared into the hug. Tsugumi wished they had more time. She sighed. Tsugumi really did love Moca. “Oh.” Moca pulled back. “How late is it…?”

“OH NO!!!” Tsugumi checked her phone. They should have left eight minutes ago. They were gonna be so late! But if they hurried… maybe…but they’d had to leave right away.

“Ah, text from Tomochin. ‘Got held up at work, practice half an hour later.’” Tsugumi had the same message on her phone. They both breathed so much relief. But it said they’d received it five minutes ago and neither of them had noticed…. “Work’s a pain for them too, huh. Guess we still have some time.” Moca grinned with mischief. “Tsugu~ have you had enough of Moca’s lips for today~?”

“U-um, no, but… I’m not sure I could face the others… well, even now.”

“Good point. Especially if we hold hands on the way.” The silliest smile crept up on Tsugumi’s face. “Tsugu, we are going out now, got it?”

“Y-yeah!!”

“And technically, we’ve known each other for like ten years, so we weren’t moving that fast.”

Tsugumi giggled. “That’s true.”

“Wait, I don’t think we should count when you were still trying to feed me mud cakes.”

Good times. “Sorry… So from elementary school on?”

“Nah, that’s still kinda weird. We were so young back then. Let’s say from when you got hot.”

“H-hot…? When was that…”

“That’s a secret.”

“Moca, you bully….”

“That’s okay, she may be a bully, but Moca treats her girlfriend right.”

Despite everything they’d done today, Tsugumi’s head felt like it was on fire, from this. Moca’s girlfriend. “Th-thank you, m-me too….”

Moca kissed Tsugumi’s cheek. “I’m a lucky girl.”

Tsugumi’s sneakily grabbed Moca’s hand. “A-and now that we have more time… could you hold me really tight again? J-just holding!”

“Correction, I’m the luckiest girl.”

“And that one time I really messed up at practice and I told everyone it was because you were making faces… A-Actually, you were looking at me for a second and I saw your profile in this light and I… I thought you were… kinda… hot….” Tsugumi squeezed Moca’s hand as they walked across the street.

“It’s fine, we all know I’m a knockout, Tsugu~”

“Thanks for playing along….”

“Well, I don’t know if they bought it.”

“E-eh? …But that reminds me… should we keep it a secret from the others?”

“No,” Moca said like there was not question at all.

“Oh.”

“It’d be a pain to hide and we couldn’t flirt in front of everyone. Also, we got that childhood friend bonus with them.”

“That’s true. But I’m not sure about flirting….”

Tsugumi and Moca almost literally bumped into Ran in front of the studio. She looked them up and down with surprising curiosity.

“I’m guessing it went well?”

“A-ah, y-yes?” Tsugumi uttered. Moca simply nodded smugly. Was Ran in on this? Had they planned this together or was it just that obvious? Not that Tsugumi would ask. She had the feeling this could turn out embarrassing for at least one third of the girls here.

Ran’s eyes had a gentle light to them. “Good. I’m happy for you, Tsugu.”

“Thanks!”

“Hey, what about me!” Moca pouted dramatically.

Ran smirked at her. “Fair, you did end up with the nicer girl.”

“Ran, I can’t believe you’d betray me like this.”

“Just so you know, if you ever get in a fight I’ll take Tsugu’s side, 100%.”

Moca scoffed. “I was having such a good day, Ran~”

Ran smiled at Tsugumi. “Moca’s kind of a dumbass –”

“Rude?”

“– but she’s a good friend. Take care of her, will you?”

“Of course!” Kind of a strange thing to say considering the three of them were best friends, but it probably counted as Ran’s blessing.

“Oh, and did Moca tell you how many nights she kept me up to talk about how she’s got the hots for you.”

Tsugumi almost dropped her bag. “E-eh??”

“Ran, dissing me in front of my girlfriend? That’s so low!”

“I’m not dissing you, it’s kinda cute, even if I’d rather slept.”

The three of them paused to let the big word sink in. Girlfriend.

Moca and Tsugumi were totally girlfriends now.

#i made this #fanfic #yuri #bandori #mocatsugu #tsugumi hazawa #moca aoba #ran mitake #fiction

[miniconrightsactivist]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

TAGGED BY: I stole it from @koi-dog-bot

TAGGING: @heligooddeals, @prowls-analysis, whoever else wants to 

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?   I'm Lingo.

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?   .........it's... still Lingo.

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT?

Wh- Uh... well, I ... guess because I'm good at translating? I'm a xenolinguist and a polyglot.

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? Aheh... aaaahhhhhh um. Well. I.. don't know if any claim has been staked on me but I'm sorta kinda sorta seeing someone sorta...

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? Well mostly I hear really well. A-and I can... translate stuff. I mean it's kind of not the most useful ability since everyone's equipped with universal translators these days anyway, but it's handy to have an inherit knack for it when you run into an entirely new language, or your translator gets disabled somehow.

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? ....Blue... I just wear red lenses sometimes...

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? I don't.. have hair.. but I've painted myself a couple times since coming here. Does that count?

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? Yeah. I've got three brothers and two sisters. One of my brothers is my twin...

...don't tell them I'm here.

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Not really. It might be nice to have one, but organic animals are kind of... fragile. And if they got hurt it wouldn't be easy to just take them somewhere to be treated. And they don't live very long. I couldn't handle getting emotionally attached to something and then watching it die in half a decade over and over and over again.

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. We will be here all day if you get me started, I don't really want to spend the next hour dragging out diagrams and historical records but frankly twelve of the original thirteen can piss right the hell off and if I hear one more time that she's his 'lost love' I'm going to go on a killing spree I swear to Primus

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? Well I used to write about social injustice and the current state of Cybertronian culture wars but... I've... sort of taken a hiatus from that after a particularly outrageous and ridiculous bombshell about the Council.

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? I've probably blown a few audio receptors, but unless you mean hurt their feelings then no.

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? ..... nnnnooooo? Not that I'm aware of...

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? Ex SCUSE me? I am not an 'Animal' thank you! Minicons are not some feral pre=evolution of Cybertronians that you can call animals!

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. I've been told I kinda have a temper... and my response to a lot of things is just to panic and yell. Not the most constructive I guess...

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? I used to. I'm kind of between idols right now.

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? I... have interest in many different frame types, not necessarily on the spectrum of human sexuality that you're referencing.

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? I guess I could. There was a kind of school on the neutral colony where I grew up but I've been told it's nothing like the Universities Cybertron had before they, y'know, got razed during the war. Not that I'd ever get accepted there.

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? Kids come out of the ground. They just happen. They happened to my Host. I'm not ... anticipating or planning for them, but I'll make due if they happen.

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? BAHAHA. NO?? I highly doubt that...

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF? Uuuuhhhh probably dying in some horrible way, specifically if it's dragged out like putting me in stasis just to thaw me at a later date to kill me like what the fuck right?

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? My frame. A coat of paint. Whatever horrible organic matter gets stuck to me before I can wash it off.

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? I'm not incapable of love, thanks, I'm just argumentative.

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? Class? ...m-mini..con..?

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? Uh... like... two. Maaaaaaaybe three. I'm not sure if he counts... I'm not sure if Jazz considers me a friend... I would be very surprised. 

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? I don't have any strong feelings on pi I mean I guess it's useful for algorithms? Or something? I've never understood its purpose. I'm more accustomed to words than numbers.

27. FAVORITE DRINK? There was ... a fizzy energon drink Juke gave me once... I really liked that....

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? I don't have one. Everywhere I've been thus far has some sort of bad vibe associated with.

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? Aheh... You already asked that, didn’t you? 

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE? My what? Dipstick? I don't ... I think it's pretty standard??

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? I'm made of metal. I do a thing called 'sinking'

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? Well I can type about 180wpm which I guess isn't the faste- Oohhh. Uh. Well. I like femme frames, they're usually really elegant to look at. I like large frames that look like they should be intimidating but they're the gentlest mech around. I like people who don't talk down to me.

34. ANY FETISHES? *chokes on drink* *flusters* N-none that I care to divulge to total strangers, thank you!

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? Wh- W-well! I uh- *coughs* This took a turn-! There are many people much more open to this line of questioning than me though I do appreciate the attempt to find common ground between our species-

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? Indoor camping. It's basically watching tv in a tent.

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? I appreciate that you saved the awkward sex questions til the end but I'm gonna go now okaybye-

#meme #meme thing #interview meme