. ˚✧ "No, you're staying close to me.
My job is to protect you."
"Yeah, well, I'll stay close to you while I kick aft. Now let's go!"
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a free-spirited princess and a determined soldier embark on an adventure that spirals into...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐖𝐎 '𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍'
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I'm embarrassed. It's one in the morning. I'm home alone and watching Happy Feet. I went to the kitchen to get an icy pop while dancing to Boogie Wonderland in the movie. I did a turn and I stumbled, slowly loosing balance then fell on the floor. No one was here to watch it, but I'm embarrassed anyway. Thought I'd share.
- 2020 mik (this shit was too funny, how can I delete this?)
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𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 nightmares was a refreshing experience. To wake into a new day, quite literally power on to the light shining through cracks in curtains and shutters. There was something so calming about taking in a large breath of air, catching a whiff of coffee brewing in another room. Laying wrapped in cotton bedsheets, maybe four, the body warmth still trapped beneath even with a wide stretch.
Humans and Cybertronians were so different, but the wake-up experience was the same in the sense of revitalization.
There were no windows here, nor brewing coffee, but they awoke together under covers refreshed like anyone else. The small berth pressed the two close together, no new thing to them, as their legs entangled comfortably.
Instead of getting up to be active with their morning, they started their day with each other by just talking in the dim light of her room.
The night before, they had laid there talking for what seemed like forever to just catch up with each other's lives of the past few months. This morning was no different.
Bumblebee was the type of mech to listen, and it was one of her favorite qualities about him. He wasn't perfect, but it was the effort he put in to try to be that was so charming.
But he was just like anyone else. He got annoyed with things, got emotional, got angry; the playful yet composed mech, to an extent. In this scenario, he was still rightfully hung over with how things went down with Sam. He wasn't the type to hold a grudge or anything, but overthinking was always an issue.
So, the roles were happily reversed as she just listened to him go on as her helm rested comfortably on his chassis. There were not facing one another, but they were fully invested in the conversation in this relaxed position. And that's all he had wanted, to be listened to in return. Eclipse made sure to give him the same treatment back, even if she was much quicker to jump forward with her own opinions.
Once he ranted about the situation, he was able to begin to let it go. That much was obvious by the way he physically relaxed, carefully enveloping her in his arms to bring her closer.
