Just worked it out and it's been like 45 days since I last posted. Guys. Guys, it's gonna happen. I've got 24547 and counting, you guys will be getting a couple of big meals soon I promise.
I was very busy recently and on top of that the weather decided that it will skip the spring and go straight to summer. The heat's been draining my lifeforce, I swear. So, I unfortunately didn't manage to match the insane speed with which I've written the previous chapter. Still, I have almost 5k words and have a very clear idea for everything that's missing, so it shouldn't take that much time.
You ever listen to music and suddenly get random ideas? From the songs. I am like working on three at best alternative endings for season 4 for whatever reason. Just because a song. SONGS. Gave me ideas. At the middle of the damn night. And what if scenarios.
Had this one idea: no blades of time being used, because they've been dodged or 'lost' so Bumblebee and Megatron don't "relaspe";
This other one idea like what if Optimus was the one to get shot instead of Megatron by Liege Maximo and (maybe) be the victim on the blades of time being used on??? Reverted to his PRE war self or during the war still self???
Then this dumbass one. Megatron joining Liege Maximo on his side, probably just for the sake of staying alive and later at end-like betraying him. (Have been trying to work on this fic a little more)
Thinking about a red string of fate AU where Damian and Tardif find out the hard way that removing the finger the string is tied to doesn’t change who your soulmate is
every time i read a toto fic with susie, by the end i’m always like wanting all of them together 😭 i just love toto and susie so much. we all have 2 hands we can hold each other’s. “favorite driver” was added to that list bc i love susie and how you wrote her 😭
AHHH PLEASE THAT IS SUCH A COMPLIMENT—
i always want to combust when i get compliments about how much someone loved how i wrote a person. i try my best to really get the characterization of the drivers/team principals/people perfected 😭
i’m so glad you enjoyed it!!! i can totally understand the throuple fics with toto x susie x reader because they’re both hot and powerful people 😩
Our little Fic Yapping Discord group decided to do a FirstPrince One Word a Day Challenge, and the first one was Pack/Packing.
Here is mine. You can read it on AO3, or under the cut :
Alex stepped inside the apartment, the sound of his keys clinking into the bowl echoing through the empty space. "Honey, I'm home!" he called out, expecting a familiar response but met only with silence.
His steps faltered as he took in the sight before him—a haphazard disarray of suitcases and boxes scattered around the open kitchen and living room. "What the...?" he muttered, his voice trailing off as Henry emerged from the chaos.
"Oh, good, you're here!" Henry's tone was surprisingly calm, considering the upheaval around them.
"What's all this?" Alex's voice was laced with a knot of confusion and unease. His gaze flickered between Henry and the mess that had materialized in his absence. He had been gone less than an hour ?!
“My stuff. I’m leaving today, remember?”
“Leaving. Like, on holiday?”Alex's attempt to grasp the situation falls short as Henry's next words shatter the illusion.
Henry frowns. “No. I’m moving in with Brad today.”
Alex lets out a stuttered breath. “Who the everloving fuck is Brad?!”
“My fiancé. Alex, are you alright? You helped me pack all my stuff for the past three weeks and even came to the new house. Did you hit your head?”
He might have, considering the feeling of confusion and disorientation overwhelming him.
“Henry, 12 hours ago, you didn’t have a fiancé, and we watched Bake Off while you stuffed yourself with Jaffa Cakes!”
“Alex, what are you on about? I hate Jaffa Cakes, and I’ve never watched a single episode of Bake Off in my life.”
Alex presses the palm of his hand on his eyes, trying to quell a wave of panic. “Ok, what Bizarro world is this? Is this some sort of elaborate prank? Are June and Nora in on this? Was this their idea? Because it’s really not funny.”
He’s realizing his tone is bordering on hysterical, judging by the growing concern on Henry’s face. He closes the distance between him and Alex, putting a hand on his arm.
“Alex, June, and Nora are in Washington. We talked to them last night. What is going on? You’re scaring me.”
“This is a nightmare,” Alex whispers. “Or an alternate reality? I don’t know. I want to go back !” He screams towards the ceiling, and Henry takes a step back. His face has gone from concerned to truly worried.
“Alex…”
“No! There’s no way I belong in a world where you’re leaving me to go live with your fucking fiancé named Brad. No way, Henry.”
Henry sighs, and is that pity on his face?
“Alex, look…We talked about this, and I understand it must not be easy for you, but you said yourself it would be better if I moved out. So you can move on.”
Confused beyond belief, Alex shakes his head.
“Move on from what?”
“Your feelings for me, darling.”
“What feelings?” he asks dumbly. His mind races as Henry's words echo in his ears, stirring a realization he has long buried beneath layers of friendship and familiarity. A sudden awareness that, yes, maybe his feelings for his best friend have left Platonic Town a while ago to move into Romantic Ville. But what he is sure of is that those feelings were never shared with anyone, least of all Henry.
There’s a knock on the door, and the joyful smile on Henry’s face is like a punch to Alex’s gut. “That’s Brad,” he says, and Alex wants to scream.
Which he does. And he wakes up.
****
Alex sits up in his bed with a gasp.
Oh, Thank fuck. A nightmare. It was a fucking nightmare.
Taking a moment to calm his racing heart, Alex rises from his bed and heads into the living room. His eyes scan the room, and there are no suitcases or boxes in sight, just an empty Jaffa Cakes wrapper on the coffee table. A wave of relief washes over him.
He gently taps on Henry's door before entering and climbing on the bed beside him.
“Hen, wake up,” he whispers and smiles when Henry stirs.
"Alex?" Henry mumbles, cracking open his eyes to glance at the nightstand. "Bloody hell, Alex, it's 6 am." Pushing the covers down, Alex catches a glimpse of Henry's toned stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants. "I was having the best dream," Henry grumbles.
"I'm sorry, but I had a terrible nightmare," Alex begins, slipping under the covers and nestling close to Henry's warm body. "You were engaged to this guy named Brad, and you were moving out. And apparently, I agreed to help you."
Henry slowly comes to full wakefulness, rubbing his eyes.
"Why wouldn't you help me move? That's what friends do."
Right. Before barging into Henry’s room, Alex hasn’t considered that maybe Henry doesn’t share those newfound feelings. The idea is so horrendous that Alex shoves it into a dark corner of his brain.
“Did you not hear the part where you were engaged to some douchebro named Brad?”
Henry yawns without putting his hand in front of his mouth, which Alex finds kind of rude, but then he remembers he’s the one who invaded Henry’s space at an ungodly hour, so he shuts up.
“That doesn’t sound like something I would do,” Henry agrees. “How do you know he was a douchebro?”
“That’s not the point!”
“Then what is the point, Alex?” his tone is bordering on irritated, so Alex better plays his cards right.
"The point is, I don't want you to leave me and get engaged to some guy named Brad," Alex confesses softly.
"I can assure you, I'm not leaving—although I admit the idea has some appeal right now—and I have no intention of getting engaged anytime soon. Especially at six bloody am on a Sunday morning," Henry retorts with a wry smile, closing his eyes and snuggling deeper into his pillow.
Alex sighs. He’s doing this all wrong. He grabs Henry’s hand under the cover, relieved when he doesn’t pull away, and instead lets out a soft, contented hum, squeezing Alex’s hand.
"I don't want you to be engaged to anyone else but me," Alex admits.
There's a pause; then Henry cracks open an eye. "Alex, are you proposing to me at six bloody am on a Sunday morning?"
Alex snorts. "What? No! When I propose, it will blow your mind, baby."
Another pause lingers, the air charged with sudden tension. Henry sits up on his elbow, very much alert now.
"'When'?" he asks, his voice slightly hoarse, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. Alex nods, feeling his heart racing.
"I know I've been a bit slow on the uptake, and I'm sorry it took me this long and a stupid nightmare about you running off with douchebro Brad to realize that my feelings for you are deeper than I thought. Now, I understand if you don’t feel the same, and we can just fo—"
"Oh, bloody finally," Henry interrupts, and before Alex can say another word, Henry pounces on him, capturing his lips in a fervent, passionate kiss.
Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Alex is momentarily stunned before melting into the moment, reciprocating Henry's enthusiasm with his own. As they pull back, breathless and gazing into each other's eyes, Alex can't help but grin. "Are you still mad I woke you at six am?"
Henry smiles wickedly. “Yes. But remember that lovely dream I was having when you woke me up? If you help me reenact it, I might be persuaded to forgive you. Especially since you were a key part of it.”
“Tell me more, sweetheart,” Alex says, peppering kisses on the pale column of Henry’s throat.
Pleasure surges through Alex as Henry's hand trails down his stomach, teasingly reaching the waistband of his sleeping shorts, eliciting a gasp from Alex as his fingers slide towards their intended target.
"It all began a little like this..."
(There is also a bad case of morning breath, which wasn’t featured in Henry’s dream, but neither he nor Alex seem to care.)
