Touchy-feely thing! Newt can often take a long time in the lab doing necropsies, etc. on the kaiju, and is wearing gloves so much that his hands get terribly chapped and raw, so Hermann insists on putting moisturizer on them himself. He even works in a little hand massage because he knows Newt's joints get all stiff and achy after a long day of work.
Awww yes! “Newton, you must use this hand cream...no, not later...now. Allow me to apply it to your hands, liberally.” Followed by several minutes of what Newt calls “excessive fondling,” not that he minds, but “jeez, dude, you wanna get a room with my hands? Should I leave you three alone?” He laughs but he honestly freakin loves it. Tender loving care from those beautiful Yaoi hands.
Labor day prompts? You got it! Rhys is pregnant, but Hyperion's a busy company, so he keeps going to work anyway, as Jack's PA. Ends up going into labor during a very long, very, very important business meeting, but tries to hide it for as long as possible for the sake of their company.
im sorry if this has mispellings but i wrote it while drunk (apparently that was the only way i was gonna write anything today)
Jack hadn’t expected much from the day’s meeting.
Rhys’ due date was still a couple weeks out, and though Jack would prefer he stay off his feet all things considered, he still let Rhys give the presentation, on the promise he’d spend the rest of the day letting Jack pamper him. Naturally Rhys had agreed, eyes already alight, presumably thanks to everything he knew he could make Jack do.
Still, Jack kept an eye on his mate as Rhys stood up to start the presentation, jacking his port into the podium at the front of the meeting table and projecting the slides against the largest wall in the room. He watched Rhys support his bulk against the the stand, supporting his belly with one hand as he directed the meeting’s attention towards the information regarding the preliminary evidence pertaining to the latest eridium mine uncovered in Pandora’s western hemisphere. Rhys had taken a personal interest in this project, his first major discovery since signing on as Jack’s personal assistant. Jack knew Rhys had been eager to prove himself competent despite the fact that he was pregnant and about to birth Jack’s child. He wanted to be more than just the omega rearing the next Hyperion heir.
Jack already knew the information on the mine, having rehearsed this presentation at Rhys’ behest numerous times in the days before the meeting, but he paid attention anyway, admittedly getting lose more in the appearance of his omega than what he was actually saying. God, Rhys looked pretty. Following a couple hiccups of nausea and exhaustion early on, pregnancy had treated Rhys like a frikkin’ prince. His hair looked more lush, his skin softer and more vibrant, his libido heightened to ludicrous new heights. Rhys had been an absolute treasure of an omega beforehand, but carrying Jack’s kid had somehow made the CEO realize exactly how lucky he was to have him as his mate.
He nodded along dreamily to Rhys’ words, admiring how eloquent the omega had become since he’d first been hired as Jack’s PA. He remember the first time Rhys had come into this office, ostensibly for punishment, as Jack had been informed that the kid had been funneling funds into his personal account. He’d barely been able to get a couple words out in between panic at his impending death and awe at Handsome Jack’s presence, and yet the impressive way he’d covered up his tracks—as well as his sweet appearance and delectable smell—had spared him, garnered him a position at Jack’s side. And as far as Jack was concerned, that decision had paid off for the both of them.
When Rhys finally finished his presentation, Jack clapped his hands together sharply, leading an approving applause from the board members. Yet when the omega stepped away from the podium his face suddenly crumbled in pain, a whine fleeing from his lips where confident speech had sprung just a couple moments earlier.
Jack leapt up in an instant, striding the length of the table to his omega’s side. Rhys’ cheeks puffed out with effort as he cradled the side of his stomach, face suddenly growing red and sweaty as his knees wobbled. He braced himself up against the podium until Jack reached his side, hand bracing against the small of Rhys’ back as the other went to support his belly. Jack’s eyebrows shot up in alarm at the ripple of muscle tightening under his palm.
“Kitten? What the hell, what’s going on?”
A short laugh popped from between Rhys’ lips as he tilted his head up, meeting Jack’s eyes with a pained, slightly sheepish glance.
“So uh, funny story, I’ve sorta been having contractions since this morning…”
Jack felt like the air’d been punched out of him.
“What? You’re—the baby—you’re gonna—“
“Ooh—“ Rhys moaned, fingers pressing into his stomach, the fabric of his dress shirt crinkling. “I was trying to hold out, it wasn’t too bad but nngh, might need to go to the hospital now.”
“Y-yeah, uh, I’m thinking we needed to go to the hospital six hours ago,” Jack grunted, his heart and hands numb as he tried to maneuver Rhys into his arms. Shaken as he was by the sudden news that his omega had been in labor, somehow without him knowing, for hours, he still found enough strength to loop his arms underneath Rhys’ body and hoist the omega up into his arms. Rhys rubbed his face against Jack’s shirt with a tight whine, curling up around his round belly as Jack turned to look out over the rest of the shocked assembly.
“Safe to say the rest of the meeting is cancelled, huh?” Jack commanded before he swept out of the meeting room, all thoughts fixed intimately on the state of his omega and soon-to-be pup as he raced as fast as he could off in the direction of their doctor’s office.
Locus can be either, I think he kinda likes being the little spoon best, but he can never admit that in a million years. Felix is a knife.
5. Who is most likely to carry the other?
Felix would die if he tried to pick up Locus. He would just be smushed. Locus probably picks up Felix mostly to just stop him getting them into more trouble. Just has to pick Felix up and carry him away from whatever shit he’s trying to start.
15. Who wakes up first?
Locus, half the time because Felix jabs him in his sleep with his needle sharp elbows. Locus is also just programmed to wake up early and start his morning routine. Moisturizing is serious business and his hair doesn’t take care of itself. Whereas Felix is happy to roll out of bed at noon looking like hot garbage.
16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?
Felix 100%. Sometimes he wants Locus there, but sometimes he just wants to roll into the newly empty space and steal all the warmth.
22.Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?
I don’t think Felix has ever tried to cook in his life. He just refuses to learn, but also refuses to eat the health foods Locus cooks, so he lives off anything instant. Locus is a decent cook, though he mostly sticks to simple, healthy recipes that he probably memorized twenty years ago.
izzybutt commented on ldeefixe's post “PSA about the shape of water”
Thing about the rating system is, though, it doesn’t refer to SPECIFIC triggers. Like, me, I’m okay with nudity, sex, violence, whatever. But eating a cat? There’s no specific rating for that.
Do you really honestly think that the ratings system needs to have specific ratings systems for every kind of thing? Did it ever cross your mind that giving out specific warnings like that also spoils plot points in the movie? When a movie rating says ‘there is violence’ you’ve beenn warned. It’s your job to ask yourself “Am I okay with violence and blood?” If the answer is ‘only sometimes but sometimes it gives me a panic attack’ you have to make a decision. YOU do. You’re not a damned baby.
Did you ever think that maybe, then, people who have specific triggers that the general populace does not have should be the ones responsible for avoiding them and that mayhap going to see the movie in theatres without reading reviews of it shouldn’t be the ones hopping up to go see a movie in public when it first comes out?
I’m really not here for the level of coddling people are asking for. If you’re like that then stay home and pre-screen all your viewing material. I’m not even being a smartass here that’s legit what you’d have to do, which seems way more awesome than paying a ticket price to have a panic attack, aka ‘experiencing hell in your body’. The world doesn’t need itemized warning levels for shit that most people specifically experience as adding to a movie’s excitement, story and thrill. The world is not going to cater to you like that and it kind of shouldn’t.
Ooh I had a thought on another one. Blind date AU. Mason's best friend Sam gets set up with Megan's brother Isaac. Imagine the convincing it would take!
-stretches- guess I should come out of hiding
I just really like the mental image of Mason asking Sam when the last time he was on a date was? Like…
“It’ll be good, Sam, come on! When was the last time you were on a date anyways?”
“A girl in first grade asked me to marry her?” Mason chokes on his drink.
Isaac would just be such a train wreck? Megan pestering him for a few weeks but he’s convinced that he can find dates for himself. Just, you know, no one Meg approves of. What if Isaac supremely fucks up or something? And as an apology or whatever to Meg he says yes?
Locus probably just assumes he’s good as well but I think after some gentle prodding from Mason he’d finally relent. Mason’s his best friend. He wouldn’t set him up with someone terrible right?
@izzybutt replied to your post: i just realized that Project Freelancer didn’t...
LBR tho, the triplets getting abandoned in the snow is probably among the best things that could have happened to them as Freelancers, given the program’s track record.
i mean yeah absolutely 100% i just thought up until right now that they were abandoned because they sucked but the counselor literally said it’s because they work well together (and as we all know unit cohesion is a Bad Thing in pfl)
