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starsha-k-luna · 10 months

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After reading @poisonflowercorvidae Transformers Rescue Bots Academy Fanfic My Other Half, I couldn’t resist, I just had to draw Bitty Hot Shot & of course Kade holding him after was born.

Also I added Kade with his longer hair, because it was mentioned in the Fanfic he’s not had a haircut in years due to Cybertron not having any barber shops there & I drew a second Bitty Hot Shot just cause he’s absolutely Adorable🥰

Hope you like it @poisonflowercorvidae

#transformers #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots academy #transformers rescue bots academy #kade burns #hot shot #rescue bots kade burns #rescue bots hot shot #rescue bots academy hotshot #bitty au #kade’s a dad #or a carrier #my own art #my own drawing #not my fanfic #just doing a drawing for it

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haledamage · 19 days

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revisiting Kade for the first time in a long time and realized just how young her crew is. Kade and Mako are both 19 when they meet. Torian is 18. Blizz is... Blizz. Skadge is irrelevant because fuck that guy

I wonder if Gault, 54 years old on a ship full of teenagers/young adults/a jawa, ever looked up over his morning caf and thought "Oh fuck, am I a dad?"

#swtor #kade mithal #rhi muses #decided to go with leveling a bounty hunter since for some reason I have half the achievements unlocked for them already #even though I've never played one on this server ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ may as well finish the job #definitely adding 'kade and mako call gault dad sometimes as a joke' to my BH crew headcanon #and also I miss 4/5 of my crew of misfits lol

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eyesopod · 9 months

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where did the “they would not fucking have kids” post go

#kades bs #thats me w je/remi/ke. those two are not made to be dads.

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rescuebotsoutofcontext · 1 year

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Mayor Luskey: I- I’ve never seen a moose downtown!

Kade: That means we’re doing our job Mr. Mayor. Keeping ‘em in the woods. Where they belong. You’re welcome.

#transformers #rescue bots #tfrb mayor luskey #tfrb kade #same energy as the joke about peanut butter on the front doorstep and alligators #although Chief passed on his love of dad jokes to literally everyone in the family INCLUDING CHASE #so it’s not all that surprising

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autism-autobot · 2 months

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When the eldest three Burns kids were little

Dani and Kade: *arguing and starting to get aggressive with each other*

Dani: *hits Kade*

Kade: "I'm calling the cops on you!"

Dani: "Wait, what?"

Kade: "DAD!!!!!!!"

#transformers aligned #transformers #transformers rescue bots #rescue bots #tfrb dani #tfrb kade #transformers incorrect quotes

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misss-americanaa · 4 months

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Charlie: Don't tell me you broke in there with Cody?!

Kade: Okay dad, we won't tell you.

Charlie:

Kade:

Graham:

Dani:

Charlie: Well did you?!

Dani: You said not to tell you!

Charlie: tHAT'S NOT WHAT I-

[all arguing]

Cody, aside: Normally I would just say I'm sorry and not get in much trouble, but Kade said "snitches get stitches, Cody" so I'll just let this one play out.

#<3 <3 <3 I love this family #transformers #rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #incorrect transformers quotes #incorrect quotes #charlie burns #kade burns #graham burns #dani burns #cody burns #burns family #maccadam

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for wanting to keep my chosen name even if it reminds my parents of their trauma?

I (15NB) have been out to my friends for about a year now and I’ve started using the name Kaden or Kade for short. This name means a lot to me and I’ve become very used to using it and it makes me happy.

Last week i decided to come out to my parents and it went quite well. My mum was a bit confused but I showed her a YouTube video and she seemed to sort of get it but she was definitely supportive and told me she’d do whatever made me happy.

However, when I told her my chosen name, she basically just said “no” and tried to convince me to change it. This made me really upset cause she didn’t even tell me why I couldn’t use that name? It just made me feel like shit.

When I came out to my dad I told him that mum didn’t like my chosen name and it made me really upset and he basically said “I can’t tell you why she doesn’t like it cause it’s not my place, but I would really consider changing it”. This frustrated me even more.

A few days later I was feeling like shit and I got into an argument with my mum demanding to know why she wouldn’t use my name. She just said she knew someone with that name who was bad. Wtf. She wouldn’t even tell me what they did or anything.

Then about a week after that she found me crying in my room and asked me what was wrong. I told her it was about my name again and this time she told me the truth. Apparently she was friends with a guy called Kaden who went by Kade and he had been friends with her since she was like 12. When she started dating my dad, this dude got super jealous and SA’d her. She didn’t go into specifics but I could tell it was the really bad kind, like, R word bad.

She asked me again if I would change my name and this time I said I’d think about it. She thanked me and we hugged.

I thought about it for a few days, but I couldn’t just let go of this name that means so much to me. There’s not another name that fits me or that I like.

On Saturday I told her I was keeping my name and the reasons why. I also told her that it would be good to reassociate the name with a good thing instead of a bad one. She looked upset and said she wouldn’t use my name and has been using a short version of my deadname instead.

I know she has trauma but this name means a lot to me :( and I don’t want to change it

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #rape cw

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luvrrgirl444 · 2 months

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chapter 2: number 6

it was now saturday, and you, your best friend, genesis and your parents were almost at the football stadium. the game started at 2 pm, and the titans stadium was about 3 hours from your neighborhood, so you guys had left the house at 10:30 am. you and gen had slept for a while, and then woke up and did your makeup in the car.

your older brother, kade, was a freshman in university. he was a star player in high school, and had been scouted by one of the top university football teams in the country, the trost titans. he was a quarterback, and had been playing football since you were little kids.

the drive was long. after hours, your mom finally arrived and parked the car in the stadium’s parking lot. “finally.” you sighed, making genesis giggle and nod her head. “are you girls ready?” your mother asked. “yes,” you both answered and finally left the car seats and stretched.

you four soon made your way to the stadium’s entrance. the stadium was packed with people. most were clad in red or black, making it known that they were rooting for the titans. there were others wearing yellow, representing the marley commanders.

“i’m excited!” your mother exclaimed, to which your dad agreed. “we haven’t seen kade play since high school.”

“dad, you’re acting as if he was in high school 10 years ago.” he rolled his eyes. sassy. “it felt like it.” he then took out his phone to call kade, to let him know that you guys had arrived to the stadium.

a few minutes later, your brother ran over and hugged everyone, including genesis. you and genesis had been attached to the hip since you met in first grade. genesis was considered apart of the l/n family, and kade viewed her as an annoying younger sister, just like you.

“hey man, you ready?” your dad questioned, patting his son’s back. he smiled. “game starts in 15 minutes, i gotta be.” your mother held his face in her hands and smiled. “my baby, you’re gonna do great!” she exclaimed, confident that her son was gonna succeed. “thank you, ma.”

“yo, kd, coach called you!” one of his teammates shouted. “ight! i’m coming!” he responded. he looked at his family and grinned. “imma make ya’ll proud!” he said, giving you, mom and genesis a kiss on the cheek, and one last hug to dad, before he left. “okay! let’s go find our seats!”

the game had been going on for a while, and it was now the ending of the fourth quarter. the titans had 17 points, while the commanders had 7. they were leading by 10. the titans, and kade were doing amazing, but the job was not done. there was still 6 minutes left in the game.

your brother, along with another guy, number 6, on the titans had scored 12 of those 17 points, getting two touchdowns together. they were clearly a dynamic duo, and were doing extremely well together, along with the rest of the team.

“kade and that number 6 are amazing together.” your dad said, and your mom nodded.

the game had ended, and kade and number 6 had scored another touchdown. the final score was 24-7. kade had kept his promise, his performance making your parents, along with you proud. you and your family had gone down near the field to congratulate him on his win. he was doing an interview before he spotted you guys, smiled and made his way over.

“you did amazing out there!” your mom told him, and kissed him on the cheek. your dad nodded along, “we’re so proud of you, kay.” he ruffled his curls. he then opened his arms for you and genesis and asked, “what about ya’ll? where’s my congratulations?” you both rolled your eyes but gave him a hug and congratulated him. “you were actually insane out there!” genesis said.

kade looked back to his teammates and their families and beckoned one of them over. “yo, jay! come here!” it was number 6. as he walked over without his helmet on, you and genesis looked at each other. he was fine. he had fluffy brown hair, which was a little damp from the sweat that had accumulated during the game. his eyes were brown, with smudged eye black underneath and a sharp jawline.

“mom, dad, this is jean,” kade ruffled his hair, and jean smacked his hand. “he’s my number one receiver, and my roommate.” jean smiled at your parents. “nice to meet you, your son has gotta be the best quarterback i’ve ever played with.”

your parents grinned. “jean, you were incredible!” your mom complemented, which made the brunette smile, displaying his pearly white teeth. “thank you, mrs. l/n!” he continued talking to your parents, before kade brought him over to you and gen, who were whispering about him.

“genesis. y/n. this is jean, my teammate.” kade introduced. “jean. these are my sisters.” jean made eye contact with you and grinned. his smile was gorgeous. you almost folded right there and then.

“hey, jean. congrats on the win! you guys were great out there!” you smiled back at him. “thank you, y/n.” he winked. genesis nudged you with her elbow and mouthed ‘oh my god’.

“so you guys gonna celebrate the big win?” your best friend asked. jean nodded. “yeah. one of our buddies is having a party later.” he gestured to one of his teammates. “my guy eren throws the best parties, i swear.”

“yo, you two should come!”

“hell yeah!” genesis exclaimed, the same time as kade said “hell nah.”

🎡!

- the longest chapter i’ve ever written oml

- they met!!

- kade & jean being an iconic wr and qb duo >>>

taglist! <3 @alittleilliterate @invisible-mori

#aot smau #aot fanfiction #aot x black reader #attack on titan #x black reader #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein #football au #eren jaeger #connie springer #luvrrgirl444

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tf-cyberaligned · 6 months

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Some out of context plot points that will be explained at some point.

Woodrow and Charlie are half brothers (different dads)

Mrs. Neededlander threw a brick at a cop

Cody fights a bear

Blades has a daughter (who's dead)

Heatwave lies through his teeth about Cybertronian anatomy

Blurr gets drunk after a sip of high grade

Boulder got thrown through a wall at the academy

Jack commits federal crimes

Hot Shot was Optimus Prime's scout before Bumblebee (later trains Bumblebee)

Mainland first responders refer to Griffin Rock as "Hells Island"

Hightide and Blades both kill members of MECH

Raf gives Bee a spark attack by appearing on Cybertron

Quickshadow has to babysit Swindle and other ex-cons who are on Earth

Medix threw a grenade at Skyquake (and hit)

Speaking of Medix, his Adsero (dad) tortured Blades for 9 human days straight. Family dinners are fun

Kade calls Mayor Luskey an idiot (family friendly terms for now)

Miko explodes a building

#cyberaligned continuity #cyberaligned lore #out of context lore #rescue bots #tf rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #tfrb #tfp #transformers prime

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peachy-panic · 4 months

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Lonely

Hi everyone, I'm alive! Have some Torley Era Jaime content.

This kind goes along with a (much happier) future piece I'm hoping to finish writing and post soon, so stay tuned for some better vibes. For now:

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, hunger, the sadness of stray cats (no animals were harmed in the making), brief suicidal ideations, gun mention, implied noncon

Restless. That is how Jaime thinks of the long weekdays in the Torley house, when the boys are at school and his Keeper is at work, and Jaime is left on his own until they return home to demand his attention.

It is not that he is without work; Mr. Torley holds high expectations for his home, and Jaime strives to meet them all, even if it means double, triple, cleaning over a room he’s already scrubbed bare or taking all of the glassware out of the cabinets just to polish and arrange them again. But there are days when he finds himself with idle hands, in the time between completing his chores and his keeper’s return. That’s when anxiety creeps in. He knows it’s a conditioned thought, but it’s in him too deep to ignore. He can’t rest, can’t be useless, can’t be found being lazy when Mr. Torley comes home.

It gets lonely, though, these pockets of restlessness. He is so fucking. lonely.

Sometimes he wishes that he had permission to go out on errands—collecting groceries, making returns, dropping off suits at the dry cleaner—just so that he can have a reason to talk to another person. He was trained to believe that many domestic contracts allow for that kind of thing, but Mr. Torley has made it clear that Jaime’s place is in the house. In the month that he has been here, he has never once been allowed to step foot outside, and he knows better than to ask.

He is usually good at avoiding temptation, but on one Friday morning, Jaime is caught off guard.

He is cleaning the sliding glass doors at the back of the house when he catches a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. Jaime flinches, startled, but when he looks into the backyard, he finds that the source of the motion was a fluffy, white cat, now tucked halfway behind a thick tree root, peeking up at Jaime with obvious apprehension. Through the thick glass, he can make out a muffled meow.

It must be the same cat Kade saw last night. Jaime hadn’t seen it himself, but he overheard the argument between him and his father from the next room.

“Dad, we should keep her!”

“It probably already has a home, Kade.”

“No it doesn’t,” he shot back. “Look, she doesn’t have a collar.”

Ubidden, Jaime’s hand rose to the metal band at his own throat. Funny, he thought, how a collar is the mark of a safe home to some.

“That doesn’t mean it’s our responsibility.”

“Daddy,” Jaime recognized the edge of frustrated tears slipping into Kade’s voice. “What if she’s hungry?”

“She’s fine.”

“Can I give her some water at least?”

“Kadence.” Even from the next room, Jaime couldn’t help but flinch at the impatient tone in his Keeper’s voice. “You will not give this cat anything, do you understand me? You feed it once and it will keep coming back. That’s the last thing I need to deal with.”

“But Dad—”

“I said, do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

Without really thinking about it, Jaime stuffs the washrag into his back pocket and crouches down, putting himself closer to eye level. The cat perks his head up in response, fixing him with a steadier stare.

“Hi,” Jaime mouths, lifting one hand to wiggle his fingers in a half-wave. The cat puts a hesitant paw forward, and Jaime smiles. “Hello, there.”

Another soft meow, and then it pulls its paw back.

“Don’t go,” he whispers, struck by the sudden, urgent fear that it will dart away and leave him alone. All at once, it is Jaime’s greatest wish to keep this small animal in his sights, if only for a little while. If only to feel just a little less alone for a few minutes. It's desperate and sad, but it's true.

Jaime’s eyes flick up to the latch on the sliding door, just above his head. It would only be for a moment. Just a moment, just long enough to see if the cat will come closer. He won’t be breaking any rules—not really.

When he looks back to the cat, he sees that it has moved several paces closer, and it’s all the push he needs. Slowly, Jaime reaches up and flips the lock open. The sound is enough to freeze the small animal in place, but it doesn’t retreat. Still, he slows his movements even further as he wraps his fingers around the handle and pulls it to the side. The burst of clean, fresh air on his face is the best thing he’s felt in months.

The noise of the door startles the cat into motion again, but when Jaime stretches out his arm, his palm open, it bounds toward him instead of away. It slows its approach as it gets within a couple feet of him, stretching out its tiny, pink nose to sniff at his hand.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, keeping himself still and steady. When the tip of its nose makes contact with Jaime’s finger, the cat only jumps back for half a second before it twists its neck, pushing its tiny head into Jaime’s outstretched palm.

A sound bubbles out of Jaime’s mouth, and it takes longer than it should to recognize it as his own laugh. Carefully, desperate not to scare it off, he scratches between the small animal’s ears and elicits a soft, vibrating pur.

“Hi,” he says again through another burst of delighted laughter. “Hi, sweet girl.”

He’s not sure if he’s right about that guess, but it feels better than referring to it like an object. He decides to trust Kade’s intuition on this one. She meows up at him, and he chooses to take that as approval enough.

“Are you lost?” Jaime asks, noticing without conscious thought that his voice has risen to a pitch he only ever uses for Kade’s bedtime stories. “Do you have a home around here?”

He knows the answer before he asks it, though. The edges of her white fur are caked with mud and grime, and he can feel her spine a little too prominently through her skin.

Jaime remembers well what that kind of hunger feels like. A dangerous thought begins to take shape.

He glances at the clock in the hallway. He still has a couple of hours before he expects Mr. Torley home. That should be plenty to sneak something out. Even if it’s just some water. Jaime can clean it up and put everything away before his Keeper comes home. He never needs to know.

He flinches as the thought lands. These are the kinds of things he’s not supposed to think about anymore.

But Mr. Torley does plenty he isn’t supposed to do, doesn’t he?

He hesitates, just for a moment, before he stands, knees cracking.

“Will you stay here for a minute?” he asks, scratching under her neck when she raises her head. “If I go to get you something to eat?”

She scuttles back a few steps at the sudden movement but doesn’t run away. He will have to hope for the best.

In the kitchen, he goes straight for the plastic bowl in the cabinet that is designated for Jaime at mealtimes. He used to think about the fork scratches in the bottom when he first arrived at the house, wondering how many boys before him had eaten from the same bowl. He would never use any of Mr. Torley’s good dishes, but this serves him perfectly well as he fills it halfway with water from the tap.

Food is another matter. Jaime has never had a cat before, but he knows the basics. Normally, he would expect to find a can of tuna or two stashed away in the back of someone’s pantry, but Mr. Torley isn’t the pantry staple kind of person. He likes his food fresh and expensive and expertly prepared, and—

Salmon. In the refrigerator, there is a small strip of leftover salmon filet from two nights ago. Mr. Torley never eats leftovers, and the boys hardly touched their fish to begin with. Jaime might have allowed himself to it before he would be expected to throw it away, but this is a far better use. No one will notice it's gone. No one will miss it.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Jaime carries out the bowl of water and the strip of salmon on a paper towel, relieved to find the cat waiting for him in the same spot.

“Here you go,” he says, setting the offering on the cold cement patio. Her hunger becomes more apparent as she dives headfirst for the small piece of fish, tearing away large bites at a time. Jaime feels a pang of guilt that he doesn’t have more to offer her.

She purrs as she eats, poking her head up every few seconds to glance at Jaime—either to check that he is still there, or to make sure he’s not coming close enough to snatch away her food. He sinks into a crouch a couple feet away, happy to watch her filling her belly for the night. In the back of his mind, somewhere well into dangerous territory, he starts to think of ways he might be able to sneak her food in the future. Maybe, if he’s smart about it and he plans his meals right, he will be able to save back small portions of whatever meat they have for dinner. Even if Jaime needs to slim down his own portion, it’s not a big deal to save a little bit for her the next day. Maybe if he only keeps her fed during the daytime, Mr. Torley won’t ever see her when he’s home.

He is pulled from his planning when the cat suddenly stops eating and goes rigid. There are still a few bites left on the napkin, but she has turned her attention toward the side gate, her little ears twitching at something unseen.

It takes Jaime another second, and then he hears it, too: the low, almost silent electric hum of Mr. Torley’s car in the driveway.

He’s home early. Hours early.

Fear ices him over, but Jaime has no time to freeze. He has less than a minute before Mr. Torley will make his way around to the front door.

It breaks his heart to have to pull the last bits of salmon away before she can eat them, but he hurriedly bunches the napkin into a fist, trying to pick up the tiny shreds that have fallen on the patio with shaky fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers to the cat, who has started meowing in objection. “I’m so sorry. You need to go now. You should go.”

He curses under his breath as he spills a bit of the water bowl, but that’s easily explainable enough, he supposes, if he’s asked about it, he just—

He has one foot through the patio doorway when the sound of the gate latch stops him cold. Mr. Torley never comes through the back gate. Why is he coming through the back gate?

“Stop,” Mr. Torley says simply, low and cold. Not a shout, but a single, flat syllable that raises the hair on the back of his neck. Jaime nearly drops the bowl of water with the lurch of dread that curls in his stomach. In his periphery, he sees a ball of white fur retreat across the yard and disappear.

He knows that, no matter what happens now, the last thing he should do is keep his Keeper waiting, so Jaime pulls in a shuddering breath and turns to face him.

“Put it down,” Mr. Torley says, “And come here.”

Of all the things he could have said, that unexpected directive inspires a spike of fear. Regardless, Jaime places the water bowl and the wadded napkin on the ground at his feet and makes his gallows march across the yard.

He stops a couple of feet away, keeping his eyes trained on Mr. Torley’s expensive shoes. Helpless words race through his mind, scrambling to arrange themselves into a coherent explanation, an apology, anything that might soften the blow of his inevitable punishment.

But his Keeper doesn’t ask for an explanation or an apology. He simply raises a hand to the gate latch—making Jaime flinch—and pulls it open once more.

“Get in the car,” he says.

Jaime’s eyes rise to meet his, confusion and alarm ringing through his skull. “Sir?”

Mr. Torley doesn’t move toward him, doesn’t raise his voice. He simply repeats, a beat slower this time, “Get. In. The car.”

On trembling, boneless legs, Jaime walks through the gate. He hasn’t been this far outside in nearly a month, but the terror and the strangeness of the moment takes away any joy he might have derived from the fresh air and sunlight.

Mr. Torley’s car sits in the driveway, sleek black and still humming quietly. Jaime has never ridden inside, and he hesitates a moment before reaching for the back door handle. It’s locked, much like his throat when he tries to vocalize it. Instead, he stands silent and unwillingly disobedient with his fingers clutching the handle, waiting. Mr. Torley takes his time latching the gate and walking to the driver’s side. He gets in, closes the door, and fastens his seatbelt, all before Jaime hears the quiet click of his lock being undone. He scrambles into the backseat and barely closes the door behind him when the car lurches into motion.

Jaime flattens himself against the leather seat back as they glide faster than what he’s sure is legal down the road. He doesn’t fasten his own seatbelt, too afraid in this heightened unknown to make a single move without explicit permission. His fists curl into the soft material of his pants, and he only realizes then that his feet are still bare.

Where are they going? Where is he taking him? Why isn’t Mr. Torley saying anything? The quiet feels like a threat of its own, but Jaime doesn’t dare be the one to break it. Should he? Would an apology gain him any ground? What is expected of him here: his silence or his contrition?

The lump in his throat makes the decision for him, blocking any hope of words along with the ability to draw a full breath.

That is, until, the car jets past a familiar sign on the highway, and cold acid releases into his bloodstream.

“Sir?” The words come out less than a whisper, and are met with more stony silence. Jaime grasps for another pull of oxygen and sits up further in his seat. “Mr. Torley?”

Nothing.

Jaime’s heartbeat pounds in his fingertips, his temples, his throat, his chest. It could be a coincidence. Wherever they are heading could just be in the same direction. The sign doesn’t have to mean anything.

And then they pass another sign, in bold, harsh, undeniable lettering: EXIT - WRU PITTSBURG. The car glides smoothly onto the ramp, and the dam holding back Jaime’s panic bursts wide open.

“Please,” Jaime whispers in horror as the first corner of the concrete hell comes into view. “Mr. Torley, please. Please.”

Nothing.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Jaime babbles, tears blurring the massive wall of false windows that seems to stretch a mile long. He is suddenly struck by the irrational fear that Handler Smith can see him already, that he already knows Jaime is here, is being returned, is being surrendered for early termination.

“Let me catch you back here early from a contract, even once,” Handler Smith had whispered to him a week before he was assigned. “Let me find out you’ve embarrassed me by forgetting your manners, and I promise you, you’ll wish you would have slit your wrists before ever showing up in my training room again.”

Wildly, he pictures the razor sitting out on Mr. Torley’s bathroom counter and thinks, He was right. I should have.

“Please don’t do this,” Jaime cries, tears falling openly now. In a desperate corner of his mind, he wonders if it will help. Jaime so rarely grants him the opportunity to see his tears, and he knows just how much he enjoys them. In any case, he can’t stop them now. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry, please, I won’t do it again.”

The car slams to an abrupt stop, hard enough for Jaime to jerk forward, jamming his wrist as he catches himself from slamming his face into the seat in front of him. They are stopped short of the entry booth for incoming cars, veered to the side of the road. Mr. Torley spins around to face him, making Jaime shrink back.

“What are you sorry for?” he asks, eyes hard and resolute.

“F-for—”

“For getting caught?”

Jaime presses his lips together to stop them from quivering. Mr. Torley reaches into his pocket—and Jaime has the wild, hysterical vision of him pulling out a gun and dumping his body on WRU grounds. But he only pulls out his phone, flipping the screen around to show Jaime a camera feed of the back door at the house.

“I have an alert set,” Mr. Torley says, “To monitor all exits of the house. Imagine my surprise when I was on my way home for an early weekend, and received a notification of my backdoor opening, unauthorized.”

“I wasn’t trying to get out,” Jaime rushes to assure him, shaking his head. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t going to run.”

“No?”

“No. I promise.”

“What, then?”

How much will his honesty buy him now? Is it worth anything when Mr. Torley has clearly already seen, already knows? It’s better, at least, than a lie, and it’s all he has at his disposal.

“The cat,” he whispers pathetically. “She seemed… hungry. I fed her the leftovers that would have been thrown out. I gave her water. I’m sorry.”

“And you did so thinking you wouldn’t be caught?”

The affirmation feels like slipping a noose over his head. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“I’ll have you say it.”

“Yes, sir. I did.”

“And you did so after hearing me explicitly forbid it to my own children?”

He swallows. “Yes, sir.”

Mr. Torley inclines his head toward the building ahead of them. “What do you think the people behind those doors would have to say about such abject deceit and disobedience from someone they sent out on a paid contract?”

Jaime pinches his eyes shut, shaking his head.

“Answer me.”

“I…” Jaime begins, his voice pinching. “I would be disciplined.”

“What kind of discipline do you think this warrants?”

Behind his eyelids, he sees the lash of a thick leather cord, a shock clip locked to his throat, a tub of ice cold water.

“I don’t know,” Jaime whispers.

“You don’t know,” he echoes.

Jaime shakes his head, and he can feel Mr. Torley’s stare burning through him.

Then, as abruptly as they had arrived, Mr. Torley faces forward in his seat and turns the gear shift. Jaime opens his eyes as the car rolls into motion once more, making a U-turn away from the facility.

“Well,” Mr. Torley says once they’re back on the highway. “You’ve got thirty minutes to think of a better answer.”

Jaime spends the rest of the night, and the rest of the long weekend that follows, atoning.

On Monday morning, he sees the cat again. When she catches a glimpse of Jaime cleaning in the next room over, hunched on his hands and knees, she raises one tiny paw and scratches against the glass. He forces himself to look away. And when her hungry meows come muffled through the glass panel, he scrubs harder, bending his head closer to the floor so that the scritch scritch scritch of bristles on the hardwood almost manages to drown out the noise.

After that, she gives up on coming back at all.

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#do no harm: jaime & sebastian #bbu #like bbu adjacent?#whump writing #whump #whumplr

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llettucestuff · 7 months

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HEY GUYS sorry I haven’t been posting but I’m SCHEMING I promise have this little thing teehee

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So, picture Cody Burns, 8 years old. His family loves him dearly, but they’re not always around, not anymore. He never knew his mom and his siblings always helped take care of him when his dad was away, saving people. Then, Kade became a firefighter. Then, Dani became a helicopter EMT. Then, Graham became a rescue engineer.

Then, Cody was alone.

Not— not all the time. Sometimes all of his family was home, though that in itself was rare and usually around dinner time. Sometimes it was just one or two siblings. Sometimes it was none, and he would go to Frankie’s house and Doc Greene would help him when the others were out. It was great, meant he got to spend time with his best friend and her cool dad. But, sometimes… he got lonely.

He made friends with the quiet, learned to watch his family from the sidelines, getting skimped over by the media when he was with them, barely a blip on their radar when the real heroes of the day were there. It was almost a relief, sometimes, holding Doc or (at least in the past) Graham’s hand while the rest of his family chatted away to the cameraman, professional, curt, and a little showboaty respectively. While Graham could watch with him from the side, Cody’s eyes could wander, watch the ways people’s eyes usually skimmed right over him and Graham. The last time someone made a fuss about him was when he was born, and he doesn’t even remember that!

Cody knows, he understands, he gets it, that his family does very important work, saving people’s lives day in and day out, and that he’s still too young to do much else other than welcome them home after a long day.

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IM COOKING GUYS I PROMISE 🙏

#rescue bots #tf #tfrb #transformers #transformers rescue bots #IM COOKING #simply Trust guys just keep holding out for me 😫#I’ve got like at least 3 posts that are wip rn but TRUST guys

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eyesopod · 1 year

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can we get back to the era on tumblr where people talked about hating their dads. you used to love hating your dads.

#kades bs #all the parent posts recently are abt moms #like cannot relate im sorry. i unapologetically adore my mom. and my dad has done damage to me i will be unpacking for some time #my mom is so wonderful i love her

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rescuehumans-runtotherescue · 7 months

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Dating Graham Burns Headcanons

📊Let’s be honest, a romantic relationship with Graham likely starts with a couple MONTHS of pining first, on both ends. Unless you’re pretty forward yourself and ask him out.

📊You don’t have to be absolutely brilliant for him to like you, but it would help if you could keep up with conversations about his work. Let this guy gush about structure!

📊Graham enjoys puns and has somewhat of dad-joke humor, whether or not he’ll admit it. It’ll make him feel rather special if he can get you laughing over a nerdy joke. He loves your laugh.

📊“You know, I had a theory on inertia, but it’s just not going anywhere!”

📊Dates may include going to the arcade, library, or typical cafe/restaurant dates. He may also walk you around certain areas to point out what he’s worked on and recall emergencies that have happened.

📊Poor guy is so anxious, he may overthink whether or not you enjoy the dates that are more so tag-alongs to his job (as a construction worker).

📊Just let him know how attractive it is to see him take control of an operation and his whole view will switch. He’s SO flustered! He’s melting. You broke him.

📊Stay-In dates happen often further on into the relationship, Graham can get adorably bashful over domestic things. These dates may happen more at your house, however, if you have fewer or no siblings. Less interruptions (and teasing)!

📊Graham’s more of the sweet and sensitive type over Dani and Kade, but there are times when he may lock onto logic and can be oblivious to your emotional needs. Good communication keeps a healthy relationship.

#tfrb #trb #graham burns #tfrb graham #trb graham #Graham burns x reader #Graham x reader #transformers rescue bots #transformers rescue humans #Graham burns dating headcanons #Graham x reader headcanons #rescue humans headcanons

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