Feb 20, 2021
I’M SORRY THIS WAS THE ONLY PHOTO I HAVE THAT FIT
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I’M SORRY THIS WAS THE ONLY PHOTO I HAVE THAT FIT
Consider: spineworth
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Steam Powered School
So like highschool AU. I can’t be the first person to think of this.
"Hey uh Spine uh hey uh Spine uh hey uh Spine uh please don't bite off my dick"
Spineworth (cause why not)
(before we get into this, I wrote it awhile ago and I just wanted to clear up that I absolutely do not ship any of the humans behind SPG and I don’t really even ship the bots that much anymore, but I thought this was cute. so. if anyone would like me to take it down, let me know. the last thing I want to do is make people uncomfortable)
It was a chilly and relatively dreary Saturday afternoon at Walter Manor. Rabbit, Upgrade, Zer0, and the Jon were outside picking flowers despite the cold. Zer0 was trying (unsuccessfully) to braid the flowers into the Jon’s hair while Upgrade was sitting on Rabbit’s lap. Rabbit was making herself laugh (as usual) with some new joke. “U-u-Upgrade?? M-more like UpGAYde!! G-g-get it? Cause sh-she’s... never mind.” “I love you too, Rabbit,” Upgrade giggled.
Hatchworth sighed from beside the window where he could see the other bots laughing. He, too, was in love. But unfortunately, it seemed to be all but requited. Still, Hatchworth indulged in dreaming all to often. He’d dream of daisy-filled fields, blue skies, a certain silver bot’s hand resting in his own. Or maybe a rainy day, curled up with blankets inside, listening to the comforting thrum of the other’s machinery... But no. That would never happen; the Spine was too busy wooing ladies to pay attention to him. At least he would always have his daydreams.
Hatchworth was about to get up to make a few more sandwiches (you really never knew when you might need them) when he was startled by a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you doin’ alright, Hatchy?”
Hatchworth bubbled. “Oh hi, the Spine. I am... I am doing okay yes. I think.”
“Well, if ya ever need anything just uh... let me know.”
“Thank you, the Spine.” He paused. “Can I have a hug?”
The Spine chuckled. “Of course you can, Hatchy boy. You can always have hugs.” He smiles as he wrapped his arms around the smaller bot. Hatchworth felt his boiler getting hotter, and if he wasn’t mistaken, Spine’s heated up as well.
The Spine pulled away, straightening himself out and re-adjusting his vest. “Well, uh, if that’s it then I’ll just... be on my way, I guess.”
“Of course, the Spine. I know. You have very. Important things to do.” Hatchworth replied, somewhat dejectedly.
“If you’d rather me stay, I can do that, too,” said the Spine, a little too hopefully.
Hatchworth beamed. “I always want you to stay, Spiney,” he said, looking more at the other bot’s feet than face.
“Hey, what’d’ya say we try some dancing?” The Spine suggested. “That always seems to cheer you up.”
“I’d like that. What kind of dance. Are we doing?”
“One that goes a little like this,” said the Spine, placing his hands on Hatchworth’s shoulders.
“Uh... The Spine? What are you doing?” Hatchworth mumbled nervously.
“Don’t worry, Hatchy-boy. Now put your hands on my hips.”
If Hatchworth could blush, he’d have been as pink as Upgrade by then. “Well, alright,” he said, obeying. And he could have sworn he heard the taller bot sigh in response. But no. That was impossible. “What is next?”
“Next? Ah, right. Next.” The Spine puffed, distracted. “Now we dance.”
The Spine and Hatchworth waltzed around the room. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three.
“You’re doing well, Hatchy,” said the Spine.
“Why, thank you. How awfully kind.”
“No kinder than you,” the Spine muttered.
“What was that, Spine?”
“Nothing at all, Hatch. Nothing at all.”
Silence. They went around a few more times. One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three.
“Now, do you think you’re ready for the dip?” The Spine asked slyly.
“What’s the dip?” Hatchworth asked. But before he could finish, he found himself feet above the ground and supported no longer by his own legs but by his dance partner’s sturdy embrace.
“This,” said the Spine with a smirk, their faces mere inches apart.
“I like the dip,” Hatchworth said, closing his eyes.
i need...........
slowburn spineworth.............