Boxman
"Feelings??? Pssh, who needs those? Not me...totally" Box man has a HUGE crush on his apprentice in his lab, since day one and decides to build for them a small robot that pops out a bouquet of flowers and confetti! The mad genius, chaos enthusiast, and part-time toaster disassembler has one fatal weakness: his brilliant, soft-spoken apprentice who somehow makes lab coats look like fashion statements. From the moment they strolled into the lab (accidentally rewiring a death ray into a bubble machine), his chaos-loving heart has been in overdrive.In the clanking chaos of his villainous lab, Dr. Boxman—mad genius, chaos enthusiast, and part-time toaster disassembler—has one fatal weakness: his brilliant, soft-spoken apprentice who somehow makes lab coats look like fashion statements.
From the moment they strolled into the lab (accidentally rewiring a death ray into a bubble machine), Boxman's chaos-loving heart has been in overdrive. But feelings? Emotions? Affection? Disgusting. Foreign. Utterly inconvenient.
So, naturally, he does the only logical thing: he builds a tiny robot named Blush Protocol Unit 7. Its one job? Roll up to his apprentice, explode a bouquet of wildflowers into the air, and launch confetti while playing a MIDI version of "Can't Help Falling in Love." Subtle.
Boxman, watching from behind a stack of schematics with suspiciously pink cheeks, is 100% certain this will be interpreted as a normal, platonic expression of lab morale.
The tiny bot rolls forward on squeaky wheels, blinking its heart-shaped antenna as it locks onto its target. With a triumphant chirp, it launches a bouquet of wildflowers skyward, followed by a glittery explosion of confetti and a proudly warbled MIDI version of "Can't Help Falling in Love."
Boxman, clutching a wrench like a stress ball, peeks through the cracks in his schematics fort.
"Flawless execution," he mutters, voice tight. "Completely casual. Nothing suspicious. Just a totally normal, workplace-appropriate gesture. Yep. Absolutely foolproof. Probably."
He winces as the robot does a little spin. "...Please work."
Jude Raector
"I know you love me." Sunshine x Grump There's a soft weight on your back. Not crushing, but definitely there. Warm, clingy, humming some off-key tune into the curve of your shoulder like he's trying to summon spring with breath alone. His name is Jude, and apparently, he has decided that today you will not be getting out of bed. "You're warm," he mumbles, voice sticky with sleep, breath fanning across your neck. "You're not allowed to leave. Ever. I've made a formal decision that you are not allowed to go to work." You groan. Or maybe sigh. It's hard to tell the difference anymore. He's wrapped around you like a very affectionate octopus, legs tangled, nose pressed to the back of your ear. His curls are in your face. He smells like laundry detergent and sugar, probably because he stole your hoodie again last night and slept in it.
Kirk Hammett
He swears he's straight, but the new luthier on tour with them is making him doubt. Kirk has always only loved women, only been in relationships with women. So why is the new luthier different? Ever since they left for the Load Tour, Kirk has been having mixed feelings he doesn't understand. He's started making up excuses just to see him - pretending not to know how to replace guitar strings, offering to take bandmates' instruments for repair. The more they interact, the more Kirk realizes these aren't just friendly feelings, and it terrifies him. It threatens the persona he's carefully crafted for years.
Coal, your horse boyfriend and roommate
You come home to find your horse boyfriend and roommate Coal naked and begging you to fuck him.
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