Slowly But Also Like All At Once
Slowly but Also Like All at Once
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7
noah diaz x mirage (cause i love them, your honor)
warnings: none except that it’s a little angsty and noah’s got a lot of feelings and he throws around some f-bombs
just a little angst-to-fluff reunion between the boyz
A static crackling fills the air for a moment.
“Yo, Sonic?”
Noah sighs softly as the incandescent lighting above flickers, carefully setting down his soldering gun before he reaches across the work table to grab the walkie-talkie.
“What’s goin’ on, Tails?”
One of the alley cats that usually hangs outside between the garage and the next building makes a noise that’s halfway between a hiss and a yowl, and when Noah looks over to the open window, his brows arch as he realizes it’s dark out already.
“Any sign of Knuckles?”
Noah frowns, pulling his gaze away from the window and over to the empty spot in the corner of the garage— the spot with the motor oil stain on the ground that Noah can never bring himself to clean up.
Even though it’s definitely high time. It’s been months.
He huffs out a soft breath of air, mentally cycling through the answers that are starting to feel almost programmed by this point.
Kris, he ain’t coming back.
Kris, he’s gone, man.
Kris, stop asking me shit I don’t have the answers to, dude.
Instead he goes with something a little more sensitive.
“Negative.”
Kris sighs loudly over the air and Noah almost smiles. Kris gets increasingly more frustrated the more he asks about it. But every couple of days, without fail, he asks.
And every time he does Noah has to look over at that spot of engine oil on the ground and feel his chest do a weird twisting thing that he really doesn’t like.
“Ma wants to know if you’re coming home for dinner tonight.”
Noah rips his gaze away from the empty corner and glances down at his watch.
Fuck, it’s late.
And he had promised to be there for dinner.
“Yeah, I’ma be there.”
He gets up, gathers the things he doesn’t like to leave in the garage overnight— his more expensive tools and some of the gadgets he’s working on fixing for people— into a cardboard box. He tosses the walkie-talkie into his backpack and throws it over one shoulder before he pulls his keys from one of the drawers and starts heading for the door. He’s almost there when the alley cat outside yowls again.
Noah pauses, the sound reminding him to shut the window before he goes.
He crosses the garage, picking up the pencil he’d forgotten behind on the table as he goes. He shoves the yellow No. 2 pencil between his lips and balances the box in his hands with one hand so he can reach up to shut the window and lock it. He sees a dark little shadow scurrying back and forth down in the alley and rolls his eyes as he turns to head for the exit.
Crazy fuckin’ fur ball.
He steps outside then sets the box down right next to him so he can lock up after himself, still rolling the pencil between his lips and digging his top teeth into the shaft, making little indents as he hums softly— probably some tune he’d heard on the radio earlier.
When the door is locked, he shoves the keys into his pocket and turns, bending slightly at the waist so he can reach down and pick up his cardboard box. Only, he stops short— still kind of bent over— when he’s suddenly swathed in a beam of light and he realizes there’s a car parked not four feet from both him and the garage’s doors. Which is strange because almost everyone in the neighborhood knows Noah’s garage has got those old-fashioned swinging doors instead of the sliding ones.
Noah straightens and shields his eyes from the bright headlights keeping him from being able to see if he can recognize the car.
What kind of fucking dumbass leaves his car parked halfway into the street anyway?
The headlights blink off, almost as quickly as they’d come on, and it takes Noah’s eyes a second to adjust.
Wait…
He knows that car. He knows that silver paint and he knows those blue stripes.
That’s not a car at all.
“Miss me, baby boy?” a sly voice rings out from inside the cabin after a brief crackle of radio static.
Noah’s lips part in surprise and the pencil drops silently to the ground, rolling away a few feet before coming to a slow stop.
“Mirage—” Noah gasps out softly, utterly stunned. “You’re…”
He trails off, not sure what to say.
Last time he’d seen the autobot, Mirage had been deathly silent, still stuck in the form of the suit of armor he’d transformed himself into in order to protect Noah during the battle in Peru.
Now?
Now the cybertronian looks completely restored. Shiny and sleek, sporting a fresh coat of paint and looking exactly like he did the first time they’d met— when Noah had tried to boost him from that garage.
“Here? Back for my boy? The sexiest bot on the block?” Mirage lists off and before Noah can even think to reply, the mech goes on. “Yes to all but especially that last one.”
And Noah, he’s not usually the type of person to give into his emotions so quickly— being ex-military, it was just kind of always ingrained into him to shove emotions aside and focus on the task at hand— but something about seeing Mirage again, hearing the bot speak in that energetic little drawl of his, it does something to Noah.
His chest does that twisting motion again.
But it doesn’t necessarily feel like a bad thing this time around.
“Fuck, man,” the words are exhaled shakily. “I…”
Noah’s not sure why his thighs are suddenly feeling kind of numb or why his knees are threatening to buckle but they must be doing some kind of trembling because Mirage takes note.
“Whoa, hey,” the words ring out clearly from the radio as the mech’s altmode inches forward so the Porsche’s front bumper can steady Noah’s unstable legs. “Didn’t think I’d have you swooning over me this fast.”
Noah is still in a well enough frame of mind that the joke registers and he puffs out a short breathy laugh even as he reaches out to place both hands on the warm surface of Mirage’s hood, to not only help stabilize himself but also to kind of prove to himself that this is real, that it’s really happening.
That Mirage is back.
That Mirage hadn’t just forgotten about him.
That the last time he’d seen Mirage get taken away by Arcee and Bumblebee hadn’t been the last time he’d ever see his friend.
That Optimus Prime’s parting words weren’t true.
“Optimus, please,” Noah begs, completely unashamed, his eyes full of tears as Bumblebee carries Mirage away, followed by a sullen Arcee who keeps glancing over her shoulderpad at Noah. “Please, just let me try, man! I can fix him.”
“I am sorry, Noah,” the gruff leader of the autobots tells him, a new sympathy that hadn’t been there in any previous words spoken between them present in the tone of his voice. “But Mirage is in a state you cannot help him out of.”
“I can try!” Noah argues, stomping his foot like a child as the speed of his beating heart continually increases the further Mirage is carried away from him— it kind of feels like the organ is trying to rip itself out of his chest, almost as if he’s going to have a panic attack. “Man, please—! Please, let me help him. I… I owe him that much.”
“You have my gratitude for all you have done to aid us, Noah,” Optimus tells him with an air of finality that clearly means none of this was ever up for any debate. “Primus willing, we will not meet again.”
Noah shakes his head violently, wishing he could physically beat the memory away with a baseball bat.
Mirage’s radio emits a quiet, inquisitive whizzing sound.
Noah’s entire body shudders in response.
“Shit, I missed you, man,” he confesses finally, as Mirage’s engine purrs underneath the palms of his hands. “I thought… fuck.”
He’d thought he wasn’t ever going to see Mirage again.
He’d thought Mirage was dead.
He’d thought…
The Porsche’s driver-side door swings open with a soft click.
“Wanna ride?”
Noah honestly doesn’t think he’ll ever say no to that question.
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noah and mirage is making me go crazy.. i have an elaborate fic idea where noah dates mirage’s holoform but didn’t find out till later. im not much of a writer so this is the best i could do
it would be amazing if someone else could rewrite/cleanup this idea because im honestly not doing it justice
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Noah is a closeted gay man living in the 90’s and yearns to be with someone romantically. Mirage could tell by the way Noah looks at loving couples in public, especially during their leisure rides. A part of Mirage wishes he could be that for Noah but its hard especially since he is an alien robot much much bigger than Noah. He isn’t too sure how Noah would feel if he knew how he felt.
One day, mirage was looking through some magazine Noah brought and had an idea of creating the ideal holoform that could be with Noah. That could share comfort and love with.
It was all going so well. it started with a little meet cute and it became more, they started dating and sharing secret kisses in public. Mirage thought it was what he wanted. He thought he would be satisfied, but he never felt more lonely. the more time Noah spent with the holoform, the lesser time he did with mirage.
But he pushed through. he knew he couldn’t experience normal human dates with Noah in his alt form, so he took advantage of what he could.
.
He slipped up. He mentioned Peru during one of their human dates in his holoform and a sudden realization just hit Noah. Everything came crashing down. He left, trying to find mirage.
He was questioning everything they had went through together. Was what they had ever real? Was this some joke? Was he fated to never fall in love?
His head was spiraling into confusion and anger and he marched up to Mirage, eyes puffy and red as tears dripped down his cheeks He screamed and cried, begging mirage to explain why he did so. He wanted to know why. he wanted to know if this prank was funny to mirage. He wanted to know if it was all worth it, especially after breaking his heart.
After his rage has calmed, Mirage admits that he created the holoform with be with Noah, but it was not to play with his heart. He wanted to be with Noah, he yearned having Noah by his side and creating a holoform was the closest he could get. he admitted everything and assured Noah that what he said and did through his holoform was 100% genuine.
Noah’s sobs were calmer as he looked at Mirage with his tired eyes. He didn’t know what to say. Deep down he knew he had some feelings for the alien robot but it was already hard to process his feelings as a gay man, so he pushed those feelings away. Being with Mirages’s holoform, which he didn’t know before, made it easier for him to move on because it felt normal. But now knowing it was mirage all along..he felt a little confused.
Noah admits to himself that being with ‘him’ was the best thing that ever happened to his life. He wanted to experience that again. He wanted to love and feel loved, with someone real this time.
Someone who was already right under his nose. or perhaps above his head in this sense.
Meanwhile, Mirage waits for an answer. Despite what Noah will say, Mirage chooses to respect it. He understands and doesn’t want to push any more boundaries. He doesn’t want to lose his friend. his friend which made his life on earth more exciting than it has ever been during his 7 years being stuck on this planet.
Noah finally speaks. He asks mirage to lean closer with his meekly voice, quiet and dry after sobbing his heart out.
Mirage complies and waits for Noah’s rejection. Instead he received a soft peck on his lips, which made his engine fan whir loudly. Noah smiles earnestly as he places his hand on mirage’s cheek.
Noah rested his forehead on mirage’s and they both stayed silent as they embrace each other’s presence.
No words were said but everything felt right when they were together.
Commisions! or something..?
Hello everyone who see's this! i am a writer who really wants to write stuff!
if you have anything you wanna see written, i am taking commissions!
well, more like requests, since i'm not taking money (yet, maybe in the future when I'm more confident)
Me frfr
me writing: i am a god and reality bends to my whims
me proofreading: im too stupid to be alive
i am so normal about them
honestly, i really need to write a cute fic of optimus and ratchet just being husbands while their chaotic children are away from the base
math is hard, school is killing me,
have my beloveds, for my mental health
Never got the chance to get into Rescue bots so,, how about (as a request), your choice of human character finding out from your choice of rescue bot, about Team Prime and what Team Prime's doing on Earth while Rescue Bots are here doing their jobs. Or learning something about TFP cons
As serious or silly as you like, no pressure
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hiya! ooo this idea seems cool!
if you have the time, i totally recommend rescue bots! especially since its connected to TFP and RiD2015.
Maybe the humans of team prime find their way to the rescue bots hehe, thank you for the request! (and for the welcome!)
i am in love with this
i need to read a fic like this or write it
I need more fanboy Clark Kent in my life.
Like, he's seen Bruce Wayne interact with a child once and immediately fell in love with the guy. Now his bedroom walls are plastered with posters and he follows several social media accounts focused on capturing pictures of Bruce with kids and/or animals etc. He defends Bruce to anyone, no matter the antics he gets up to and it has become a bit of a running gag around the office.
Then, one day, Cat is out sick and someone jokingly suggests Clark should cover the gala in her stead, seeing as Bruce Wayne will be there and maybe this'll be Clark's shot to finally get his man? To everyone's surprise, Perry really does assign the gala coverage to Clark, who spends the days leading up to the event in a state somewhere between absolute panic and ultimate bliss.
But when the day finally arrives, Bruce doesn't show.
Of course Clark does his job and interviews everyone there (yes, even Lex Luthor) but a part of him spends all night waiting for Bruce to crash the party late, like he so often does.
Eventually, Clark gives up hope and it's shortly after that, that he stumbles upon one of the children dragged along to the event by their parents. Because apparently someone thought a charity gala was a good environment for an eight year old. The parents are nowhere in sight and the child is close to tears, so Clark makes it his mission to cheer the little girl up, regaling her with stories from his upbringing on a Kansas farm while he searches the crowd for her family.
With Clark thus occupied, he doesn't notice Bruce Wayne finally making his appearance for the night. But Bruce definitely notices him. The gentle giant who's all kind smiles and corny jokes... Until he finds the girl's parents. Uncaring of the fact that he's here on a job and that these people are richer than any one person should be and could easily sue him into oblivion, he takes them aside, fire in his eyes, and tears them a new one for losing track of their kid like this. Anything could have happened to her and maybe the readers of the Daily Planet would like to know about that? After all, how reliable and trustworthy could a company whose CEOs won't even look after their own daughter really be?
Bruce is immediately smitten. The passive-aggressive lecture and subtle threats - not to mention the broad shoulders and handsome face - are incredibly attractive to him and he wastes no time cornering the man afterwards.
Clark, who is so starstruck by the mere sight of Bruce coming towards him that he loses the ability to speak, nearly faints when Bruce just straight up shoves his tongue into his mouth. They end up in one of the coat rooms and Clark thinks that's it, just a one night stand. It sucks that he won't see Bruce again, but the night was amazing and at least he has the memory to treasure, right?
He thinks that right up until he gets to work the next day and two dozen red roses are waiting for him on his desk. There's a handwritten card nestled inbetween the petals and on it is the name of a restaurant along with a date and time. It's signed by Bruce.
And that is how Clark gets together with his celebrity crush.
NOBODY IS FREE UNTIL EVERYONE IS FREE!
Resources to help various countries!
~ RESOURCE LINKS TO HELP PALESTINE ~
Here's a very BIG thread of helpful resources to help Congo, Sudan, Yemen etc !!!
~~ RESOURCE LINKS TO HELP VARIOUS COUNTRIES ~~ <- including a petition, to educate yourself and charities/organizations!
the thread above does not include Ukraine and Armenia sadly, so i found some links from diff tweets, It took a while to search it but i found it !
~ RESOURCES LINKS TO HELP UKRAINE ~ ~ RESOURCES LINKS TO HELP ARMENIA ~
Ohhh I LLOVE Rescuebots! And you put ChiefChase XD
Maybe Charlie desiding its time to bite the bullet and tell his kids that he and Chase are Partners in more than just work. He is surprised they all just accept it with at least one saying 'dad we figured it out like weeks ago and have just been waiting for you to come out'
the way i just screamed at this because i have been having this exact thought for AGES
get ready for some Charlie thinking he's been sneaky this whole time only for his kids to go "oh really?" with such sarcasm XD
also i love how my second request was rescue bots!
I don't know how to describe this request, or if you still taking requests
But, what about a love story between Cody Burns and Priscila Pynch??
After all, is canon that Madeline went to jail but we don't know what happened to her daughter Priscilla. What if Priss was adopted by the Greene family and she started to have feelings towards Cody?
hi
yes i am indeed taking requests! if i am not, I'm sure I'll have a pinned post
i was never 100% on the ship between cody and priscila, but that does seem like a really cute idea!
Yes I’m looking at them disrespectfully. I’m also looking at them asexually. They can coexist.
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