Same. One of the few things that disappointed me about the game is it often felt like the dialogue options for him were … a little lacking. And I don’t mean in the same general way they were lacking for *all* the men because you couldn’t romance them. Though, of course, I romanced most of them in my heart. I mean lacking in that, all too often, none of the options felt very nice to Mishima. Sometimes, it felt like I had to choose between being condescending or patronizing or mocking.
Let me be kind to him, damn it! He deserves genuine praise, gentle encouragement, and peck on the cheek! Maybe he wouldn’t have had his power trip in the first place if the guy he admired and wanted to help had had more options than to act like he was too cool for him.
Inspired by @hixystix’s fic, Hope for the Future –their first kiss shared on the Glimmer on their way to fight in the Battle of Jakku. The thought behind it is Kallus confesses, Zeb is a little shocked at first, Kallus takes it the wrong way and turns away, Zeb coming up behind and when he turns around bam! kiss… XD
Men and women will claim that they like all kinds of things about a person, but the number one most attractive quality is confidence. You can show this confidence through the way you partake in intimate exchanges. If you’ve read the body signals (they’re leaning closer, they’re initiating body contact and extending eye contact) this is a pretty sure sign that they’re waiting for a kiss. In the 21st century, it isn’t on the guy or the girl to make the first move, so if it feels right, go for it. Don’t show signs of hesitation, that’s pretty much the opposite of passion, and for the perfect kiss that’s a key ingredient.
Summary:So there was this jar, and it had so much peanut butter still in it, and when his fox nose scented it and didn’t catch any poison or spoilage, what was he supposed to do? Not avail himself of this gift? No. He shoved his delicate little snout right in there and got to licking, but, you know… Elegantly. Definitely not snarfing and making horrible little fox sounds and rolling around on the ground while he went ham on the jar. Sure, he had to work a little bit to get at the last of it, but anything good is worth working for, right? So finally, triumphant, no longer starving, and maybe a little thirsty now from eating half a cup of peanut butter in about two minutes, he’d tried to remove his head from the jar.
Operative word tried.
Or: Wei Ying gets stuck. Lan Zhan helps.
My comments: Well, now, this was a hoot and a ride, due to being inside wwx’s head for the whole story (along with his colony of over-caffeinated squirrels and the eighteen trains of thought he has going in and out of his brain depot). He’s a feral cuddle-monster as a fox and an insecure and anxious human if he thinks too much, and there’s zero filter at all, so he often uses mouth words when no mouth words should have been used, and it’s hilarious.
Luckily, Lan Zhan is really *really* into that.
Excerpt 1: He thinks, briefly, about shifting into his human form. Would he just sort of… explode out of the jar? Or would he end up with his human-sized head stuck inside this fox-sized peanut butter jar? That is genuinely the most horrifying thought he’s ever had in his life. No fucking way. Shifting is right out! Not today Satan, not today!
Excerpt 2: He reaches one gloved hand in and murmurs, “Don’t worry, Xiao-gua, I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
Wei Ying dies a little inside and doesn’t think he can be blamed for it. Anyone would feel the same way after hearing that voice coming out of that face calling an angry possum “Little Melon” in Chinese. The possum apparently agrees, because it stops hissing and goes docile, settling into a corner of the box and blinking up at Hot Animal Hero with sleepy eyes. “Good job,” Hot Animal Hero tells the possum. “You’re doing very well.”
Wei Ying is going to fucking marry this man. Tall, hot, smells good, good with animals? He’s gone. He’s done. The crush he develops is instant and all-consuming.
fox wei wuxian, modern au, modern with magic, poverty, humor, chaotic wei wuxian, adhd wei wuxian, wildlife animal rescuer lan wangji, human/fox disaster wei wuxian, shananigans & hijinks, flirting, crushes, hurt wei wuxian, in that his head is stuck in a jar for a long time, caretaking, huli jing, shapeshifting, POV wei wuxian, THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY, insecure wei wuxian, protective lan wangji, thirsty lan wangji, empath lan wangji, touch telepathy, getting to know each other, getting together, meet cute, cuddling, first kiss, first time, scenting, scent kink, enthusiastic consent, hurt/comfort, communication, favorite
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Summary:When Jiang Yanli joins Jiang Cheng in visiting Wei Wuxian at the Burial Grounds, the two brothers are on the verge of cutting ties forever — until Jiang Yanli has a better idea. Wei Wuxian doesn’t need to leave the sect. He needs to get married, and she has the perfect Sect Leader in mind.
When Lan Wangji is invited to come along on Wei Wuxian’s visit to the Unclean Realm to spend time with his new betrothed, Nie Mingjue, he agrees — even though his heart is breaking. How else is he ever going to see Wei Wuxian again?
When Nie Mingjue welcomes Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji into his home, he realizes two things very quickly: 1.) They clearly want each other so badly they can barely stand it, and 2.) Nie Mingjue is Into That.
(In which arranged marriage to Nie Mingjue solves just about everyone’s problems)
My comments: Aahhh, this was a ship I never realized I needed in my life, but here we are. Author does it so well: in the context of the story, not only is it robust and believable, but it’s honest and loving and fun for all three of them. And if, in the process, the course of canon is changed such that everyone lives and the world is a brighter, happier place, than so be it. (Of course, there’s some angst and intrigue and machinations to get through first, but that’s requisite seasoning, imho.)
(Seriously. I’m very jealous and protective of my OTP wangxian, so it has to be a pretty special story if I’m willing and happy to share them with someone else. However, remember that your mileage may vary.)
canon divergence, OT3, niewangxian, raiarranged marriage, angst, pining, jealousy, but only briefly, POV multiple, courting, nie mingjue just says I’ll marry both of ‘em, flirting, golden core reveal, first kiss, first time, top nie mingjue, bottom wei wuxian, poor lan wangji has to wait a few months, fix it, domestic, friends to lovers, polyamory, fluff, xiyao, sect politics, jiggy being morally gray, sooo much threesome smut, light dom/sub, dom nie mingjue, dom lan wangji, sub wei wuxian, nie sect qi deviation issues, tenderness, joy, everybody lives, jin guangyao redemption, he’s a really interesting character, wen qing doing all the arcane and impossible medical procedures, happy ending, epic, podfic available, @giraffeter
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Liane: If you want each other so bad why don’t one of you sweep each other off their feet?
Rochelle: *giggling* It wouldn’t hurt to try.
Cassandra: *smirking knowing they’re future and nods* Do it.
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Stella: Hmm~ *grabs Rogers and sweeps him off his feet* Hi~
Steve: Hi~ *scoffs* Did you forgot I have 70 or more pounds on you? You can barley open a pickle jar without my help or Nat. How did you this was gonna go?
Stella: *feeling him getting heavy and straining* I’ve made a mistake. Please get up.
Steve: *smirks snickering* No, I think I want take in WEIGHT of this moment.
Stella: *still trying to keep him in her grasp but failing* You asshole.
Steve: *laughing and kiss her lips quickly* I love you too.
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Liane: *snickering* That work smoothly, I think?
Ethan: I think it did. Good job babe. *kiss her cheek*
Thiego: *trying to keep a straight face* HEY ROGERS HANDS OFF MY SISTER! I will call our my dead brother’s ghost to haunt you in your sleep tonight!
Stephen: *mutters* Both of my children are dramatic..
Luna: Oooh..! *smiles a bit* I-I think it’s cute.
Rick: *nodding in approval*
Brayden: Dangggg mom, you need some ice for that burn-
Luka: *laughing at this* Oh my god-
Tony and Clint: *giggles* Took them long enough, Natasha and Bucky owe us 50 bucks! We win the bet!
Nat: Damn it- *hands him 50 bucks and sighs* -here.
Bucky: *smiling and snickering at the whole thing*
The rest of the gang: FINALLY! We were gonna plan something to get you guys together if you didn’t!
Sherlock Holmes is fine with problems. More than fine. Problems are his job. More than his job. Problems are his life. Sherlock really wants to ask John something. Only, he’s not sure what…
In his frantic determination to complete his sensory catalog of John, Sherlock hits the boundary of social niceties by asking to gather insight from taste receptors. Oral fixation at its finest brings John and Sherlock past the point of platonic flatmates experimenting for quantifiable data into much more sexual territory. As Sherlock struggles to express his desires John faithfully waits for the opportune moment to participate.
Sherlock’s obsessive attention to gathering minutiae is brilliantly utilized in his approach toward initiating a dalliance with potential for growth. Third person narration alternates between Sherlock and John but does not interfere with the flow or clarity of the text. Despite his efforts to mask internal processing of his feelings, Sherlock is an open book for John who has been waiting just as patiently (if less compulsively). What I enjoy about this piece is the tension which carries through the first few chapters, blossoms at the actual tasting, and lingers through the resolution along with a certain levity. MATURE READERS ONLY.
John’s gay, American secret comes to town. Sherlock only pretends to find it dull.
Don’t let the title fool you into thinking this isn’t something you would be interested in. It’s not crack, it’s case. My first way to describe this is “something a little different”. I expected to find a gay bar fic (which, don’t get me wrong, that is a trope I enj0y), but this was not any sort of typical. John opens the door to find an old fling, but Sean is not there to see him. He needs Sherlock, and what he needs him for leads John and Sherlock to the football field and the poker tables. It’s a short fic but it accomplishes quite a lot, establishing a case that is not too hard to follow, believable backstories, and a smooth transition from friends to a little bit more. I am going to give major props to the author for doing what I think are awesome deductions. It’s always hard to write Sherlock’s observations but furthermore the reasons for the observations, and this fic has those. Basically, this is a very well-rounded fic; an interesting case, realistic progression, and it all starts with a drag queen. MATURE READERS ONLY.
But at those moments, with Sherlock pressed against his body, arms wrapped around John, John’s hand in Sherlock’s hair, the feeling of Sherlock’s mouth against John’s bare flesh, John could know Sherlock was back, could ground himself in his presence in a way that helped banish his lingering nightmares.
Looking for a little vampy Sherlock to whet your appetite? Look no further. It’s a short one, but a good one, managing to encompass some fairly complex emotions within a few sentences. This fic, unlike most, doesn’t go into too much detail on the how or the technical aspects of Sherlock’s being a vampire. It’s more a fic focused on John, after the Reichenbach return and willing to give his flatmate anything, including his blood, to just have the security that Sherlock is really there. There is a lovely scene in which Sherlock rules out other feeding sources, but what really makes it for me is one of the last few lines, in which Sherlock describes what John tastes like and it is entirely Sherlock. It shouldn’t be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever read, but it is. There is a second chapter, and while the author honestly could have stopped at one, there was a clear desire to give readers a bit of smutty goodness. MATURE READERS ONLY.
“I can’t,” John breathes again, pained because he does so want to taste Sherlock. To be this close and come away with nothing will be a tragedy.
There are many adjectives that could be used to describe this fic: tender, sexy, hot, sweet, salacious etc. But the adjective that I keep wanting to use is “heavy”. The fic begins and there is just a weight on the entire encounter. It’s a precursor, almost, to the weight of what John and Sherlock are about to do, to cross the line from flatmates to so much more in the form of humanity’s favorite pastime. The fic is more of an artistic piece, trying to accurately describe the emotions and thought processes of the exchange, more so of John’s workings and his appreciation of Sherlock deepening. It’s very sweet and delicate and just all around artistically accomplished. MATURE READERS ONLY.
John might be touching Sherlock a little more often than is strictly necessary. Sherlock probably hasn’t even noticed. Right…?
Don’t let the super cheesy title make you think this is just super cheesy. Well, it is a little, but in the best way. Set after Sherlock’s return, the ball gets set in motion when Sherlock finally calls John out on his recent obsession with touching Sherlock. A single sentence and John and Sherlock are faced with the reality that they aren’t quite better yet and start the path to getting there. The tension between them is almost able to be felt by the reader. It’s a bit more realistic in pointing out that, even after the initial conversations, there will still be things that leave their mark. The reason this fic deserves a read is primarily the voice. The author writes a great John, sometimes giving way to a more, dare I say, cheesy line of thought. The “crouching panther” comment is the best example of this. I must say, however, the epilogue is (in my opinion) an accurate summary of what Sherlock would truly be like when promised something of that nature. A very nice read and an excellent use of the internal monologue. MATURE READERS ONLY.
When an injury forces adventure and travel photographer John Watson to take more sedate jobs, he worries he might be bored - until he meets Chef Sherlock Holmes.
Shoy’s posting a review? And it’s for an AU that doesn’t have to do with vampires or werewolves or wings? WHAT?! Okay, all joking aside, I finally remembered that I used to REVIEW fics instead of just read them, and I thought I’d share one I just finished.
This is a lovely romp into an AU I would love to read more of. Both Sherlock and John seem to be spot-on in their new roles, and I really appreciate that the author let the world slowly build as their relationship did. I can totally picture Sherlock as an amazing chef, and his explanation for how he got into the food business felt perfectly in-character for me. John as a travel photographer was a little harder to grasp, but it didn’t take me out of the story by any means. I was almost disappointed when I reached the end, because I wanted to read more about the food and the photography and, of course, the budding romance… This fic has definitely (if you’ll pardon the pun) left me hungry for more.
With one soft click, a door opens, Jack, Miko and Raf practically spilling out of Prime’s alt. mode. Miko grabs both boys’ arms, dragging them towards the park entrance.
Fowler raises an eyebrow at the sight, leaning back in his seat. He expects the door to close, but it remains open in a silent invitation. He glances at the steering wheel. “Letting fresh air in, Prime?”
“I had assumed you would wish to enjoy this ‘trip’ as well,” Optimus answers.
The door stays open. Fowler glances out, just in time to see Miko point to the first roller coaster by the entrance and run off towards it. He chuckles. “I’m too old for that, Big Guy. Don’t know what I’d even do there.”
“Is there some sort of an age restriction I am not aware of?” Optimus questions.
“Nah, I’m just… not too sure what I’d do alone in an amusement park. A cart that goes around in a circle is not exactly the same when you’re my age and going there alone.”
“What if I were to accompany you?”
Fowler’s eyes, which have up until now been taking in the bright colors all around, snap back towards the steering wheel. He raises both eyebrows. “Your… holo-thing isn’t working though, is it? I can’t imagine people would ignore it if you just strolled in there looking like TV static.”
“That is why I am not using my holomatter avatar.”
He finally catches on. Then, he sighs, running a hand down his face. “You sure that’s a good idea?”
“There have been very few times in my life where I have been more certain than I am now.”
Fowler glances back outside, then at the dashboard, and nods. “Let’s give those three little menaces some time to enjoy the rides before you go stomping around.”
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Fowler decides to indulge in some cotton candy. It’s just as awfully sweet and sticky as he remembers, eating it while staying clean is literally impossible, but he’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel amazing.
The slow, heavy footsteps behind him shake the ground with a familiar metal cling beneath it all.
“May I inquire as to the nature of this… meal?” Optimus asks.
Fowler looks around his shoulder, holding the half-eaten snack in one hand. “It’s just pure sugar. I’m surprised eating so much of this stuff when I was a kid didn’t give me a heart attack, if I’m being honest.”
Optimus’ expression turns baffled, and then some of the curiosity seeps back through. “Does it… taste nice?”
“It’s sweet, which is honestly the only thing I care about right now.”
He makes it another few steps before he notices the distinct lack of small, localized earthquakes coming from directly behind him. Fowler turns around, pausing at the sight of Optimus kneeling by a stand. Fowler walks back over.
“What is the purpose of this specific attraction?” Optimus asks, large optics scanning the dozens of stuffed animals put on display. The presumed owner of the stand is frozen still directly in front of Optimus, as though afraid to make a move. When Optimus notices them, he offers a small nod. “Good evening.”
Fowler huffs out a short laugh. “You’ve gotta shoot those targets. If you win, you get to pick a prize.”
“What would this 'prize’ entail?”
The owner finally decides to speak up. They clear their throat, taking a deep breath once both Fowler’s and Prime’s attention is on them. “If you win, you get to, ah, pick one of these plushies, right here,” they nervously gesture to the stuffed animals.
Maybe he imagines it, but Fowler can swear Optimus’ optics shine a bit brighter, and it’s a beautiful sight. The agent smiles. “You got a favourite one, Prime?”
Optimus once again gives the prizes a long look, before humming softly. “In the corner, at the very top. I believe that is a… ah, a worm?”
Fowler follows his gaze to what looks like a worm on a string, scaled up enough to be more than half his height. Then, he looks at the owner. “How much is one try gonna cost?”
“That would be $4, uh, sir,” they answer quickly.
Fowler nods, pulling the money out of his wallet and handing it to them, only to be given a rifle made of light plastic seconds later.
“This seems highly dangerous,” Optimus says, watching Fowler take aim.
“Not when you know what you’re doing,” he answers, looking around briefly. A small crowd seems to have gathered there, and though some are clearly waiting for him to take the shot, most have their gazes turned towards Optimus, who regards them with a slow look.
Fowler presses the trigger. Immediately, a tower of cans falls to the ground, and Fowler readjusts. Another perfect shot, and then one more, before he’s handing the rifle back to the owner.
“You wanted the worm?” The owner asks, wide eyes still looking between Fowler and Optimus. Both nod, and the stuffed animal is given to Fowler, who wraps it around his shoulders.
Optimus smiles, his optics lighting up. “It suits you well.”
Fowler gently punches Optimus’ servo where it’s placed on the ground to help him balance. “Even if I have a giant worm sitting on me?”
The corners of Optimus’ optics narrow slightly in amusement. It adds onto his smile, making the already rare sight all the more memorable. “Of course.”
Optimus stands up to his full height after thanking the stand owner, who seems about ready to pass out, and the two of them begin walking through the loud and bright world of amusement parks.
As Fowler looks around, he spots a few familiar faces. There’s the waitress from Jasper’s (only) diner, and some ways off is Miko’s Math teacher, whom Fowler had to convince to not let her fail the year due to her 'absurdly high absence’.
Quite a few people are also looking up at Optimus with awe in their eyes, though others act as though it’s just a normal day. And, to the people of Jasper, it sort of is.
After a particularly newsworthy incident that basically made it impossible for the town residents to ignore the Autobots, Fowler and Optimus had agreed to 'let it slip’. And the townsfolk took it well. So well, in fact, that the Autobots could just walk down the main road in their root forms, and very few humans would bat an eye.
Still, that doesn’t stop all the children present at the park from looking at Optimus with wide eyes and tugging at their parents’ clothes to show them 'the cool robot’- a sight that makes Fowler chuckle.
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Jack, Miko and Raf find them at one point. Something about the ground shaking like there’s an earthquake and people talking about a giant robot apparently tipped them off, and so, Optimus lets them ramble on about all the rides they’ve gone to.
Fowler sits back on a bench, watching the four talk, and a warm feeling floods his chest as he watches Optimus’ stern faceplate slip into that small, yet all the more genuine smile of his as he listens to Raf explain how roller coasters are designed.
He wishes the smile would stay there forever. He wishes he could keep it there forever.
Something in the distance catches his attention, and an idea quickly forms in his head. “Did the three of you try the ferris wheel already?” He asks, looking at the teens.
“We haven’t, actually-”
“It’s super boring, trust me,” Miko cuts Jack off, making a disgusted face.
Fowler hums, getting up. “Prime? Would you walk with me?”
Optimus considers the answer very briefly, before nodding and sending one more look towards the children. “We will be in the area, should you need us.”
“Duh, we can hear you walking around!” Miko laughs.
Fowler simply shakes his head and begins walking away, Optimus following closely.
Weaving his way through the busy, though not crowded path, Fowler pulls out his wallet, eyes set on the ticket booth next to the ferris wheel, which he reaches rather quickly. The tickets are cheap enough, and soon, he’s sitting down in a small passenger car, hands on the steel barrier in front of him. He watches as the contraption begins moving, drawing further away from the ground.
The evening has begun to set it, the sky a mix of baby blue and bright orange clouds. The faintest edge of the Sun still looks back from above the horizon, and Fowler smiles as the sunbeams hit his face. Light breeze hits his skin, and for a moment, he closes his eyes and lets the sounds all around him fade away.
The ferris wheel moves once again, and only once he feels something block out the Sun does he open his eyes, now face to face with Optimus. The large, beautiful optics burrow into his eyes like searchlights, and Fowler studies them as though he hasn’t gazed at them the same way a million times before. He knows all the details, all the little components behind the pupil, the way it zooms in and out, the way its center is almost white, and it takes his breath away all the same.
They’re almost at the top, and so Optimus straightens his back and steps back slightly in order to remain at eye level with Fowler.
The cart stops. Now, right here and now, Fowler feels like he’s on top of the world, and everything that matters is right there with him. Looking right at him.
“Beautiful view, huh?” He says quietly, and though he tries, he can’t tear his eyes away from the Prime.
Yet Optimus looks up, optics scanning the sky with wonder, before looking back at Fowler. “It is quite nice.”
“Sweet Lady Liberty- I wasn’t talking about the sky,” Fowler says, amused. In a single moment, without even examining the thought that just popped into his head, he leans forward, grabs onto the blue metal lining Optimus’ face, and kisses his faceplate, right below his left optic.
He expects the metal to be cold. It doesn’t make sense, and he knows how warm the Autobots’ hands are from being carried around, but he didn’t really think about that until now. Now, he discovers- to his delight- that it’s warm, maybe slightly more so than a human’s face would be. The surface is smooth, for once devoid of any scratches or scars.
When he leans away, their gazes meet once more, and though Optimus seems surprised and even a bit uncertain, Fowler detects no disgust behind it.
Prime blinks. “I… thank you, Agent Fowler.”
Fowler smiles. “I told you to call me Will.”
Optimus mirrors his expression. “Thank you, William.”
And the ferris wheel goes on.
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When all three of the children finally gather back in Optimus’ alt. mode, it’s around 9PM. While Raf simply rests in his seat, eyes closed, and Jack works his way through what remains of his french fries, Miko sits behind the steering wheel, leaning against the window.
Optimus assumes she will fall asleep soon, but after a few minutes, she looks at his dashboard. “Congrats, by the way. To you and Fowler.”
This makes Optimus pause. “I… do not understand. Is there something I am not aware of?”
At this, Raf stirs, looking up. Him and Miko exchange a glance, before he speaks up. “At the ferris wheel, we kinda… saw you? Including the part where you kissed. So, we just- well, we’re all… happy for you, I guess.”
When Optimus doesn’t respond for a bit, Raf’s face falls. “We’re sorry! I know we shouldn’t have been watching, you guys probably wanted to just have a moment to yourself, and… I’m sorry.”
“The sunset suited you, though. Pretty romantic.” Miko says.
“I… fear I still do not understand, Miko,” Optimus admits. “I am aware that a 'kiss’ between humans signals affection, though I was under the impression that everyone has already realized that Agent Fowler and I have been… friends, for several months now.”
And Raf and Miko stare at him. Behind their seats, Jack sits on the floor, mouth stuffed full of fries and looking at Optimus’ dashboard with wide eyes.
“Oh my god,” Miko whispers. “You don’t- dude, Fowler doesn’t strike me as the sort of guy to just kiss his friends.”
“Then perhaps I am an exception?” Optimus questions. “I am certain that William cares about his friends very much.”
Miko buries her face in her hands, while Raf just looks lost and Jack seems very uncomfortable.
“I feel as though I am missing something.”
“Just… talk to him about it, when you have time,” Jack offers.
“And there he is,” Miko announces, watching Fowler walk towards the truck. Miko scoots over to Raf, leaving the seat empty for Fowler, who quickly jumps into it. The door closes behind him.
It doesn’t take long for Fowler to notice the strange atmosphere in the cab, but when he looks around with a questioning glance, no answer is offered. “Alright,” he mumbles, letting the seat belt slide around him on its own while he stuffs his phone into the pocket of his pants.
They pull out of the parking lot, and Optimus takes the time to think what he should say.
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In the end, he settles for driving all three children to their respective houses, before heading towards Fowler’s apartment. There, he stops, and, when Fowler steps out, transforms.
It’s dark by now, so the only lights around are the dim yellow if the streetlamp nearby, and Optimus’ optics. He kneels, studying Fowler’s face for a while as he attempts to say something. It seems worn, tired, yet underneath it all, there’s a sense of joy. Optimus wonders if such a small thing as today’s trip can make one so happy.
Fowler raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, I am fine. I… do, however, think we need to have a discussion.”
Fowler’s expression drops, and for a second, something almost guilty passes over it before it’s gone once more. “Of course.”
Optimus frowns, sighing deeply. “I… am aware humans use 'kissing’ to express their feelings towards one another. And… I assume that is what you had intended?”
Fowler stares blankly for a bit before recovering. “… Yeah?”
“I fear I fail to understand the exact meaning behind the gesture. The children seem to have understood it perfectly, but I feel as though I am missing something.”
“Oh,” Fowler mutters, looking up at him with a baffled expression. “I didn't… hm.” He sighs, and points to a wall nearby, about three meters tall, leading into the garden of Fowler’s apartment building. “Would you help me up there?”
Optimus, albeit slightly confused, does as he is asked, and when Fowler reaches the top, he sits down, legs dangling over the edge. Optimus sits down next to him. When he does so, it brings Fowler’s head on the same level as Optimus’ chin.
The two stare ahead for a bit, before Fowler sighs. “I wasn’t exactly sure how I should tell you, but I saw the opportunity, and just… took it. Probably should have been more clear about my intentions and all that. I apologize.”
Optimus looks down at the human, doing his best to make it clear he is not upset. “You needn’t apologize, as you have done nothing wrong. I simply ask you to help me understand the situation.”
“I’ll do my best,” Fowler smiles. The massive plush animal is still draped around his shoulders, and Fowler reaches up a hand to tug at the synthetic fur. “The thing is, kissing can mean a lot of things, based on the context. Parents kiss their children, friends kiss each other sometimes, and kissing someone’s hand is a sign of… respect, I suppose?”
Optimus nods slowly. “I understand. I am simply having trouble understanding which of those categories you and I fall into.”
“Well, we also like to kiss people we love… romantically. Partners.”
“Are you suggesting we-” Optimus pauses, staring at the human, who suddenly seems to have deflated.
Fowler studies his face, his own expression saddened. “I’m sorry, Big Guy. I overstepped. I should have asked you first.”
Optimus realizes his expression looks harsher than he’d intended, and lets it soften into a slight smile. “William, I am… honored. Truly.”
This makes the agent look up again, surprised. “You are?”
Optimus nods. “I do think I understand now, and I… reciprocate your feelings.”
Fowler is beaming up at him now, smiling wider than Optimus has ever seen him do before. “That's… that’s great to hear, Prime,” he says softly.
“May I ask…? What has changed? I had never imagined this would happen.”
Fowler laughs, and it’s a beautiful sound. He picks the plush animal from his shoulders, and hands it over to Optimus, who carefully takes it into his servo.
“This is for you,” Fowler explains. “I suppose you’ve just sort of… wormed your way into my heart.”
“I do not- ah. That was a joke.”
“Yep.”
They stay silent for a bit, simply enjoying the night air and the dark, clouded sky. Fowler’s skin turns a beautiful shade of blue in the moonlight.
“May I?” Fowler asks, reaching up and stopping when his hand just barely touches Optimus’ chin.
He nods, and relishes the feeling of a small, gentle and warm hand holding his cheek. He leans into the touch, before bending forward, and pressing his intake against the top of Fowler’s head. When he leans away, it is to find the human looking up at him with utter amazement.
“Did I do that correctly?”
Fowler smiles, and leans against the side of his helm, muttering a soft 'yes’.
Nobody tagged me in the “show your top 3 Additional Tags on ao3” meme, but I’ve seen enough people say “consider yourself tagged to CONSIDER MYSELF TAGGED, so:
Canon divergence: hell yeah
First kiss: yup sounds right
Food: …food? What the— :eyes Eric Richard Bittle, cheerfully stress-baking his way through life: yeah okay. Food.
I feel like Namjoon would be awestruck. He wouldn’t know how to react if you planted a kiss to his lips. While you both are out for coffee or tea, you would hand him his mug, leaning down kissing his plump lips sweetly. He would go to question your actions, but not. Namjoon would try to act as calm as possible even though inside he’s flipping over the fact you just shared your first kiss. With one look from you, he would take initiative, leaning over the small circular table to kiss you once again, softly and sweetly. He would find a new love, your kisses would be one of his favourite things from this point on.
Jin/Seokjin:
Jin… Jin is such a sweet guy. The two of you would be cooking, more like him cooking and you helping him with prep work. You had been dating for a few weeks so you knew it would be time. While handing him a bowl of ingredients your hands would touch. You can read his face knowing he’s thinking what you are. With Jin, neither of you would necessarily kiss one another first, it would be a mutual decision to share that first kiss. You would reach up, standing briskly on your tiptoes, making the first initial move. Your lips would meet. Surprisingly your kiss would be longer than expected. After a moment, he would pull away with a closed mouth smile. He would kiss your nose or forehead sweetly before fully taking the bowl from you. He would be happy with your kiss, and be looking forward to the next, which I’m sure would come soon.
Suga/Yoongi:
Oh Yoongi… You would have to be first with this boy. He would never be able to find the right time to kiss you, although finding it yourself would be quite hard as well. After a long day of thinking, you would give and tell yourself to just go for it. While the two of you are laying down on the couch, the television playing softly in the background of your casual conversation, you would roll to face him. He would smile or even chuckle at you for no reason. (He does this a lot, he always smiles when he sees you). You would take advantage of his closed mouth smile, to place your lips over his. His eyes would remain open for a few moments before he adjusts himself into your kiss. His cheeks would flush to a light rosy pink. When you pull away, you would giggle at his pink cheeks. He would peck you quickly before telling you he loves you.
J-Hope/Hoseok:
Hoseok would be nothing but smilely when you kiss him. You would kiss him at just the right moment, whether you be talking, drinking tea, or even getting ready for bed, the right opportunity would come. You would quickly find a way to turn him to you and plant a solid kiss to his lips. He would grab your shoulders when you pull away. His cheeks a soft pink glow, as are yours. “Can we try that again?” He would ask. Not waiting for you to reply he would press his lips back to yours. Playfully he would kiss you time and time again. Making you laugh. He would be smiling ear to ear, knowing you’re comfortable to kiss him, something he’s wanted to do from the time he met you.
Jimin:
Jimin would definitely be a blushing ball of fluff. While the two of you are curled up on the couch, cuddled together watching a movie you both love. You would look at him and he’d look at you. His eyes would widen when he sees you moving in towards his lips, but once your lips press to his he would completely fall into the kiss. His cheeks would probably become the colour of a tomato, but he wouldn’t care. He would love kissing you, more than likely he wouldn’t want you to pull away. He’d be thankful you kissed him first, because he wouldn’t have taken the opportunity for probably another few dates no matter how much he would want to.
V/Taehyung:
You would be lucky if you were first to kiss him. Taehyung seems like the kind of guy to definitely kiss you first. So, if you were to kiss him first he would be slightly taken back. You would have to do it in an almost awkward time, a time where he wouldn’t see it coming. Like, if you two were chatting during your first date as a couple, you would take the smallest moment of silence to lean in and peck his lips. When you pull away from the little kiss he would blink and seem nearly in shock. Before you could think he would pull you in again, another kiss. He would make sure this kiss lasts longer than the last.
Jungkook:
Lets face it, as much as we don’t want to think it, Kookie would be totally flustered. When he is standing at your door after walking you home from what was an amazing first date, he would want to kiss you, but he more than likely can’t build up the nerve to make a move. Quickly you’d lean in planting a sweet peck to his lips. His cheeks would flush immediately. He would jumble his words as he tried to bid you goodbye, this would cause you to laugh. Jungkook would sweetly place another peck to your lips a maybe one to your nose before properly bidding goodbye. All in all, Jungkook would be super shy and meek about it, he would be happy and smile to know you share similar feelings for him as he does for you.
This one is kinda rushed and I’m not really proud of it but it’s fine.
So there are a lot of people who debate whether Brea or Kylan is the one to plant the first kiss and I kinda flip flop between the two. However I feel like Brea would definitely be most likely to do it and just imagining it and Kylan being thrown completely off guard by it just makes me so happy.
