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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Late Night Talks

Request: Hey! I hope you’re well sweetheart! I have a request, so I’m the youngest of my family (unfortunately) and a lot of the time I’m unheard and dismissed because of this, ngl I don’t have the best relationship with my family so it’s hard to connect with them, or talk to them. I kinda feel like white noise ya know? So Compress, Twice, and Dabi are my closest comfort characters. So how about them suddenly seeing the reader (probably late at night) talk about the things they enjoy with just stars in their eyes. It’s a harsh comparison to how they act during the day, it’s still them, but it’s just more raw.

🙇‍♀️

thank ya babes

A/N: I hope that you like this, I’m not sure what the harsh comparison was supposed to be but Im guessing it was supposed to be more reserved? (also babes, feel free to gush here, i love talking to yall)

Bubaigawara Jin:

Jin’s need for interaction and want for friendship makes him the perfect partner to talk to. He loves talking to you, his legs bouncing and hands flapping as he mentions something that he likes. Sitting beside you, he does most of the talking, how energy out matched and while he does talk, he also looks to you for commentary, wanting to remember that he isn’t alone. There are rare instances when you two are alone that you’ll talk more. The roles will be reversed and you’re talking about anything and everything, smiling at him and for the moment when your eyes lock, he feels the weight on his shoulders lift.

It’s not uncommon to find the villian and you in a single room together at night, often the words will travel the halls and you have to muffle your laughter. This night is one of those- he’s in your room at night, resting beside you as you talk about this new thing that you’re into. You’re eager, shifting in your seat, a bowl of popcorn nearing the end of the bowl, kernels accidentally grabbed at. You’ve grown so excited, your words tripping over each other as you try to find a way to make yourself comfortable all while he stares at you. You’re processing the words fast, trying to tell the story in a cohesive way but with your excitement you are unable to. You look at him with wide eyes and a grin that can nearly blind him.

You’re different at night. He’s unsure whether because your mind has grown groggy with sleep or if it’s because the likelihood of someone interrupting the both of you has lowered, but you’re different. You’re much more prone to touch- you reach for him and you playfully push at his shoulder, your tongue stuck between your teeth as you give him a coy grin. Perhaps it's due to you being so touchy, that he grows bolder with his movements, grabbing your hand and playing with it as you continue to speak, the bite to his words softening whenever you tease at him.

If it were up to him, he would listen to you for hours on end, locking the door and making sure that you two could just talk until time ran out. But, he knows that that’s impossible, so he lays down on your bed, his head resting on his palm as his elbow digs into your pillow. You’re much different to him when the dim lighting is all that illuminates the room, your hair holding a soft glow, the features on your face almost softer and he’s unsure whether it’s exhaustion that grips at him or something else, but he wants to stay awake, he wants to listen to you every night. You mean a great deal to him and he wants to hear you speak, will take every word and keep the important ones so he knows what you like and what to do.

Despite being tired, he wants to continue talking to you, hearing you talk but the night continues to go on, the sky turning a softer shade of blue, and your words are starting to drift. Jin will take over at that point, laying beside you, talking as you start to drift. He mentions things that you said, making a point to mention that you were the one who came up with that observation and talk about how that really stuck out to him. You voice continues, your words growing softer and your gaze on him now barely peeking between your lashes and yet, he is unable to tell you to go to sleep. It’s selfish of him, but he wants to hear you talk until you’re whispering your words into a single breath. The next day, when you can barely keep your eyes up and you’re talking to him, he’ll have an inside joke, your grin widening as you take joy that he listened to you. Under the table, his knee nudges against yours, his smile ever growing when you return the gesture.

Dabi:

Dabi enjoys hearing you talk- it’s soothing for him, something where he’s able to rest his head on your lap and have you play with his hair as he listens to you gush about whatever it is that you like. However, while he does so, he realizes that he has a habit of falling asleep on your lap. It isn’t because you’re boring, you’re just nice to listen to. Laying with you and hearing you talk is one of the few times where he’s at peace, safe in your arms and touched gently. However, he’s noticed the implications of it, noticing that you don’t talk as much as you did. His piercings are warm as they press against his palms, his eyes half-lidded as he tries to figure out a way to make it up to you or to show you that he does actually care for what you have to say.

Unable to sleep, he arises from his bed, walking towards the living area trying to find some sort of sleeping aid. Instead of sleeping aids, he finds you curled up on the couch, the screen of your phone lighting across your face. You give him a smile as a greeting, your focus returning to your show. He can see heavy bags under your eyes- you’re forcing yourself to stay awake. The couch is soft under him, his arms spread as he turns his gaze over to your show. Without a word, you align your phone to make sure that he’s watching it, your words are whispered as you explain the plot and the characters but as you continue to do so, your words excite and your volume raises gradually.

The night is somewhat young and as far as he knows, there’s no mission that he has tomorrow. He has to fix his past mistakes and he wants to hear you talk. He pushes more, asking about the relationships between the characters and even wanting you to restart the series from the first episode- if you want to, of course. When you do so, he makes himself comfortable on the couch, stealing your blanket and laying down, offering for you to sit close to him in a much more relaxed manner. He covers the both of you with the blanket, his arm stretched behind your back and hand resting on your shoulder.

In between episodes, you start to muse once more, ranging from the metaphors to your favorite lines, and to the designs that you like. Your legs bounce, shaking as you try to contain your excitement despite it being written all over you. He gives you his full attention, nodding his head along as you ramble. Your words are rapid, your expression focused entirely on him and he wonders if you’ve always been hiding all this excitement. You’re much more animated, moving your hands and arms, shifting as you speak and there’s a certain tone to your voice that makes him unable to look away.

Every word of yours is coated in sugar and honey, and he clings to it, nodding along and looking at you with half-lidded eyes, unable to wipe the soft smile off of his face. The show is forgotten, your phone now showing him pictures from different stills and you’re much more relaxed, leaning against him, your head pressed against his side. You have a wide smile, your eyes shining with stars as when you look up to smile at him, he returns it as all air escapes his lungs. Once Dabi can properly think, he enters the conversation, offering more than soft hums and words of interest. At night, he can see your smile, the way that you look at him with wide eyes, the giddiness in your voice is enough to wake up from his growing slumber. He could fall asleep listening to you, but he doesn't want to miss how you look when it’s just you and him.

Sako Atsuhiro:

Atsuhiro adores hearing you talk. He’s rather eccentric, always wanting for the spotlight to be on him, but when you talk, he doesn’t mind being the one entranced by you. He wants to hear you talk, to see the light in your eyes. Yet, he can tell you’re holding yourself back- you play with your hands, tug at the ends of your hair, and laugh nervously as you apologize, telling him that you didn’t mean to talk for so long. While it’s true that you might talk over people, he knows it’s because of how excited you are, willing to share whatever is on your mind before the thought fades.

It’s a late night for him, phantom pains that make it unable for him to sleep and even with the medication acting as a placebo, he’s unable to truly find peace. He finds you in the kitchen, mumbling to yourself as you prepare a late night snack. He knocks against the wooden wall in an attempt to announce himself before startling you but you still jump, turning around with wide eyes and a parted mouth, before relaxing once you take notice that it’s just him. When you ask why he’s up so late, he gestures to his arm, making a strained face as his hand clamps around the residual limb, the pain sharp as it shoots up into his shoulder. He asks what you were muttering about and when you turn your head, your lips pulled into a straight line as you’re clearly flustered at having been caught, he laughs, telling you to tell him- to get his mind off of the pain.

You start off slow, mumbling between words and telling him about a new thing that you like. Your words increasingly start to grow with confidence, your eyes on him as you share your late night snack. He listens to you, nodding along and saving the best piece of the snack for you, his chewing trying to be quiet so as to not interrupt your words. While he also wants to start to talk about one of his hobbies, he much rather listen to you. When you do take a bite, he asks his questions, encouraging you to continue talking, his arm resting against the table and he leans towards you, eager to grasp at every word that leaves past your mouth.

Stars are in your eyes, your tone softer and you go to hold his hand, your thumb, index and middle finger hooking over his middle and ring finger, your eyes wide and smile whimsical as you talk. Under the bare light of the kitchen, you’re softer, your eyes shadowed and your touch gentle as you begin to toy with his hand. You’re passionate about what you talk, and he wonders if when you look so eager, and so full of life, if it’s only something that you show to whoever catches you at night, to someone who can glimpse a version of you so real that he’s almost at a loss for breath.

Sleep gnaws at him, but he is unwilling to do so. His pain is gone, replaced with a dull ache that he knows he can sleep off, but he has stars in his eyes as he listens to you talk. Your voice is soothing, your laugh like a lullaby that only pulls him in further to you. His hand is warm, hispalm tickled by your nails and the snack now lays forgotten on the plate. He almost feels bad for wasting food, but he doesn’t have the will to pull his hand away and finish the food that you prepared. Every word that you speak only makes Atsuhiro want to smile, to lay on his bed and think about you and how you spoke to him. You talk, and he’d do anything to keep your voice memorized, to stay awake long when you've fallen asleep just to remember how your voice lilts when you start to get excited or how it drops during a serious part as if you were telling him a secret.

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crescentsteel · 4 years

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Just Friends - Part 7

plot: fubu set up with Kuroo , model fem reader warnings: sexual tension, slow burn word count: 7.2k

A.N:

- Finally!! I'm so glad to finally release this. October was so hectic and I'm a very slow writer. - I'm so sorry for the mistakes on the previous chapters. No one beta reads for me. So I went back and edited Chapters 3-6. - So sorry for the word vomit on this chapter. I was out of control. - Thank you for all the nice comments!! I swear. They keep me fired up and inspired. - As always, lmk if you want to be tagged in any of my works,

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“No! It’s not what you think!”

Kuroo almost laughs at how cliche you sounded, a typical response of someone who’s been caught red-handed. You’re about to chase Kenma, but he grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Maybe you should wear your shirt before you go after ‘im.” He tries to hide the mirth in his expression and tone. Your face is so red, you look like you’re about to burst. He also doesn’t want to add up more to the awkwardness you might feel later, so he’s gonna let this one slide. He’ll just pretend that the massage thing was as harmless as it should be.

You put your shirt in a jumble and walk briskly to Kenma. He follows at his normal pace, settling behind you when he catches up to you and Kenma.

“Sorry about that,” you laugh nervously. “He was just giving me a back massage.”

It was kinda the truth, but Kenma looks dubious.

“It sounded more than a massage.”

He covers his lips with his back hand so he wouldn’t laugh. Although his rascal self wants to tease you more, he can’t let you feel any more embarrassed than this. He looks at Kenma and shakes his head minutely with a knowing look, hinting not to push the subject any further.

“Naah. Y/n here is just really stressed so she moans like she’s being fucked.” Okay, maybe he couldn’t completely let it slide after all.

You irritatedly look at him and punch his arm with more force than usual. “Piss off,” you hiss.

He dramatically rubs the arm you just hit. “Ow! So violent.”

Kenma ignores the antics and just passes by you two. He’s about to plop himself on the couch, but pauses. He instead gets a chair and seats himself there.

You couldn’t overlook that. Obviously, in Kenma’s mind, you and Kuroo were doing something indecent there so he doesn’t want to be in it. You want to clear it up to Kenma that you really weren’t doing anything of that sort. Well, you were about to pounce on Kuroo, but still, it didn’t actually happen.

In a way, you’re relieved that Kenma interrupted at the right time. You might have done something you will harrowingly regret afterwards.

“Don’t sweat it, y.n. He just misinterpreted it.” Kuroo’s unusually magnanimous today. It’s strange. He wouldn’t have lived this down on a regular day. Maybe it's because of your no sex relationship? Still, this is aberrant of him. He shouldn’t fail to notice how that last moan of yours was not of comfort.

“Right?” He adds, his eyes gauging your own.

So that’s how it is. He is aware. But he’s giving you the option to disregard what just almost happened. You’re relieved, but also confused at the tiny shards of disappointment prickling in your chest. This is what you wanted, for you to avoid sex and Kuroo in the same room. It shouldn’t be confusing.

You look down and break away from the eye contact. You put a hand on your hip and the other on your temple, which then moves to brush your hair back.

With a long, audible puff, you speak.

“Of course, it was nothing,” you return to his gaze with a dry expression to camouflage the lie behind your words. But at the same time, you also wait for him to say something or for his eyes to show something other than indifference. You don’t know what it is you want or expect, but you wait for it. You’ll know it when you see it.

It doesn’t come though as he shrugs it off like it was nothing.

Disappointed, that’s what you are. You don’t like the feeling, but you are.

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You ring your driver again, hoping that this time he’ll finally answer. If he doesn’t get to you any soon, you’ll be late for your shoot. You can’t be late for this shoot in particular. Mitsuki’s the creative director. She’s a very pleasant one, but she absolutely hates tardiness. No exceptions. She gets all sour and crank when someone’s late.

The other end of the line picks up. “Ms l/n. I’m so sorry. One of the tires got flat. I need to change it, but I’m still stuck in traffic.”

Of all the days to get a flat tire on a heavy traffic, it had to be this day. You exhale heavily to clear the irritation getting under your skin.

“How long before you’re here?”

“I think about an hour, Ms.”

You aren’t the type to get mad at hired help, but you’re really in a pinch. In an hour, you should be in hair and make up already, not arriving only then. Mitsuki gets enraged when someone’s 15 minutes late. To be late an hour, you can’t imagine how she’d be. There’s no way you’re going to wait here for an hour.

“Don’t come anymore. Just get it fixed.” You say coldly before you end the call. It wasn’t the driver’s fault. You wouldn’t bother getting a driver if your car hadn’t been acting up recently. Being dumb this morning, you forgot about your busted car and was late in this morning’s meeting with a client. You found yourself brisk walking in heels at the hotel’s lobby earlier just to save yourself from any more delayed minutes. And now, even your driver’s car is jacked up.

“Y.n?”

You turn around at the recognizable calm voice you heard. It’s Kenma, except he wasn’t alone. Kuroo is right there beside him. It was kind of weird to see them together at this place and both in business wear.

“What’re you two doing here?”

“I’m working with Kenma here to sponsor our next promotional video.”

You just stared at the two of them. You’re used to the three of you just fooling around when you’re together. Meeting like this when you’re all in the middle of doing your jobs is something new to you.

“And who might you be giving a hard time on the phone, hmm y.n.?”

They heard that? They must both be near while you were getting bummed out from being late this morning and potentially late this afternoon.

“Ah! I need to go. My driver can’t make it. I’m going to be late,” you spiral back to your hectic schedule. “Bye.” You give them a quick wave, and despite your heels, you walk as fast as you could towards the entrance of the hotel.

You try to hail cabs that were passing by, but almost every cab was occupied. And for some reason, someone always managed to get the empty cabs before you can even spot them. To worsen your luck, it began to rain. You frantically tap your left foot on the concrete as the panic sets in you.

Mitsuki’s gonna kill me.

You bite your lip and contemplate how you’re going to arrive in the venue on time. The answer you found made you turn back on your heels to go back inside the hotel, only to find them already there behind you.

“You’re here,” you exhale, relieved that they haven’t gone anywhere out of your sight. “I’m in a bind. Can anyone give me a ride?”

The two men exchanged pithy looks, but you don’t bother figuring out what that could’ve meant. You just need the help you typically won’t ask for since you’re always doing things on your own.

“I can’t. I have a stream coming up. Sorry, y.n.” Kenma first spoke. You shift to Kuroo, hoping that he can give you the time of day. “Yea, sure. Am free for the rest of the day actually.” He says with a brief smile.

“Oh, thank God!” The panic and nerves were clearing out of your system. Despite the awkwardness of your previous massage fiasco, right now, you’re glad that he can help.

“Bye, then.” Kenma quickly took his leave as the hotel valet stepped out from his car and handed him his keys.

“Should we go now?” Kuroo asked. “Aren’t we waiting for your car?” “No. I don’t want strangers handling my car.” “Then why did you go here?”

Amusement shows on his face at your question. “I saw your cute attempt to hail a cab. Is that how rich kids do it? Let someone else steal their ride for them?” You smile sweetly, disgustingly sweet, then roll your eyes before saying, “Let’s just go.”

You told him the location of the shoot. The drive was comfortable as you both share work conversations with your usual banters on the side. Being friends with Kuroo is confusing and reassuring at the same time. With the history you two shared, you need to tread the waters of your friendship carefully every once in a while. If it wasn’t the sexual tension, it was the affection you felt towards him that would sometimes seem like resurfacing. Even with all that, you can’t bear to walk away from what you presently have. You feel like you really found genuine company with him and Kenma.

“We’re here. Let me just get an umbrella.” He looks back to the back seat and stretches his right arm to reach for it. The current angle of his face emphasized his sharp jaw and the length of his neck. You were just thinking how you need to tread carefully, but easier said than done when you know exactly how your fingers have grazed that jaw, how your tongue has tasted that neck, and much more.

“What’s taking you so long? I might as well get drenched from the rain,” you snap because you can’t stand your own indecent thoughts.

“Found it.” He says and returns to his normal sitting position. “Why the hell are you suddenly cranky? Geez.” You feel bad for being suddenly grouchy. He was just being nice and you were being nasty for reasons you can’t tell him. “Sorry. Just don’t want to be late,” you apologized.

He shrugs it off nonchalantly. “Hey. Where’s my umbrella?” You ask when you see him reaching for the door with only one umbrella in his hand.

“We’re sharing this. I only have one.”

You purse your lips to the side and sharply avert your eyes elsewhere, your irritation resurfacing again. You feel uncomfortable with the idea of being that physically close to him. You’ve pushed the massage incident behind, but that doesn’t mean you’ve forgotten about it.

“What is up with you? What are you so pissed about?”

“Nothing. Can we go now?”

He stares at you for a good 3 seconds before getting out and opening his umbrella. He moves to your side of the vehicle and opens the door. You get out and try to avoid any raindrops. He closes the door and presses his car keys to lock the vehicle.

You both start to walk towards the entrance of the place. You’ve never felt more awkward in your life. You’re avoiding getting past the edge of the umbrella while also avoiding Kuroo’s body.

“Why is your umbrella so small?”

“The heck are you talkin about? This is the standard size.”

You don’t answer him. The umbrella isn’t small. He’s just huge and his whole body occupied almost all the space under the shade. You flinch when he suddenly grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you close, so close that you can feel the firmness of his body pressed onto yours.

You raise your gaze to him with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re gonna get wet if we don’t huddle closer.” You could accept his reason, if only you didn’t catch the miniscule curl of his lips and the skittish glint in his eyes. It was so typical of him really. Maybe you should stop being so worked up all the time.

“Fine.” Even though he was messing you, you can’t deny that it’s much more comfortable. You’re safe from the rain and his body provided heat from the coldness of the downpour.

He doesn’t do or say anything more as you both get to the doorway of the bar where the shoot will be held. He puts down the umbrella when you reach the shade of the building. Before you’re able to get away from Kuroo’s hold, the door opens. Mitsuki was holding her phone to her ear when she met your eyes.

“I was calling you and you weren’t — oh.” Her eyes flew to the hand on your shoulder and traveled to its owner. “Well, well, y/n. You leave for a good while, then come back loaded.” You can always count on Mitsku to not hold her tongue. You gently release yourself from Kuroo’s hold to avoid looking defensive. “It’s not like that,” was your thrift reply.

“Kuroo, this is Mitsuki, my creative director for today, sometimes my friend too. Mitsuki, this is Kuroo.”

Both of them exchange casual greetings for meeting the first time.

“How come you mention our relationship, but not yours?” referring to you and Kuroo. You sigh. “He’s also a friend.” You turn to Kuroo and thank him for the ride and his time.

“Is your driver picking you up?” he asked.

You seal your eyes shut at your own stupidity. Because you were panicking and irritated, you sent your driver home. You open them again and purse your lips in a straight line. “No. I’ll just take a cab.”

“With your cab-hailing skills in this rain? Good luck with that.” he snorts. “Haha. Real funny.” From the corner of your eyes, you see Mitsuki with an entertained grin on her face, obviously enjoying the exchange between you and Kuroo.

“Call me when you’re done. I’ll come pick you up then.” You want to protest but it will just drag on. You don’t want Mitsuki seeing more of the dynamics of your relationship, so you thriftly say “Okay.”

“Kuroo-san, right?” Both of you shift your attention to Mitsuki. “Actually, we need a male model because the scheduled one today is a total wimp and cancelled last minute.” She shamelessly eyed Kuroo from head to toe. So that’s why she was about to call you. The shoot was cancelled.

When she looks at you, you mouth the word “no” to let her know that she shouldn’t do what you think she’s about to do. The reaction you got was her smiling widening before speaking to Kuroo. “Do you have an agent? Can we talk over the phone right now to discuss?”

That’s when you step forward. “Uhhh. He’s not a model. He used to be a volleyball player, hence the height and build.” You say defensively. You nudge Kuroo with your elbow so that he’ll back you up, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s just there waiting for Mitsuki’s next words.

“An athlete, I see.” She nods approvingly. “That’s perfect! I don’t have to talk to anyone. It’s completely up to you then.”

“Errr. I don’t really know anything about modeling. Sorry.”

Your relief was short-lived when she tugs you to her direction and grips both of your shoulders. “Then your friend here can guide you. She’ll be your co-model anyways.”

He probably figured out by now why you were so apprehensive during the conversation just now. You don’t want him as your co-model.

His grin just confirmed your thoughts. “I’ll go for it then.” His eyes sparkling with mischief made you surrender. You already admit defeat in your head even though the shoot is just about to start.

You both get in hair and makeup. Being a woman, you take longer to finish. The clothes the stylists are arranging on you are taking while as well. They let you wear a very long, elegant gold dress that fits your upper body like your second skin, but the material is flowy from your waist down. When you arrive at the set, he’s already there talking with Mitsuki while waiting for you. Mitsuki notices you first. “Alright! We’re good to go.”

When Kuroo faces you, you almost don’t recognize him. His usual emo bangs were gone. They brushed his hair up cleanly. The suit he was wearing earlier was replaced by gray slacks and white long sleeve polo that has two top buttons open. You have conflicted feelings towards the hair and make up staff that did the work. They did a remarkable job with his overall style. He does look like a model like this. But also, why the hell did they make him look this damn good? The regular Kuroo was bad enough for you.

“This feels weird. I feel like I have too many things on me.” You scowl at his remark. “Too many? Wanna try being a girl?” He’s about to retort but Mitsuki claps twice which calls both of your attention.

“So our client is a liquor brand and the theme is something like wild love at the bar. What I want is you two giving the impression of having a passionate first encounter while you’re out drinking. Give me something and we’ll work it out as we go on, mkay?”

You knew you’d be working with a male model for this brand, but you didn’t expect that they’d go with something like this. You thought it was just going to be glamour shots to showcase the drink.

But what Mitsuki said, ‘Wild love at the bar’?? That is not something you’d want to be doing with him. It reminded you of the first night you met.

“I’m all ears on what to do, y/n” His haughty smile doesn’t help the situation one bit. You take a deep breath. This is not the time to muck around. You’re the experienced one, so you’ll be taking the lead. “Swear to me that you’ll take this seriously.” You glare at him, no trails of humor apparent. The change in his demeanor surprised you. You forgot how intimidating he can get when he’s serious. You’re so used to him being an idiot all the time that it catches you off guard. But for today, you’re glad to have it.

You explain to him how the whole shoot will go. For the first shot, you ask a staff member for a chair and tell Kuroo to sit on it. “Get the glass with the liquor and look at the camera while holding it.” He did as you told, except he has this perplexed look on his face with a noticeable discomfort from the way his lips curled in a corner.

“On second thought, maybe this is a bad idea,” he said after trying the first time. You want to agree with him, but the shoot is already happening. You just want to get over it already since you’re already there. “Nooo. Uh-uh.” Mitsuki’s tone took a sharp turn. She wasn’t happy with what Kuroo said. “Just imagine you’re in a bar, chilling with your favorite drink and you just snagged the hottest girl in the place.”

“Hottest girl aka me,” you comment on her instruction. That seemed to work because he changed back to his normal self and looked at you with amusement. “Just like the night we met, huh?” He said it low enough for only you to hear, but you still glanced nervously to Mitsuki if she caught any of it.

“That’s a nice expression, Kuroo! Keep looking at her like that.” You ease up since it looks like she didn’t hear it. You put your elbow on his shoulder and tilt your hips to give your waist an S curve while angling your body towards him at the same time. You lift your chin up a bit and look at the camera with parted lips.

“Yep. Looking good dear.” Mitsuki signals the photographer to start taking the shots. You both slightly alter your angles so the pose will have variations. Sometimes you look at Kuroo, smile flirtatiously at him, or look at the camera in a sultry way. Every time you two would look at each other, you’d ‘cheat’ and look at the bridge of his nose to give the illusion that you’re actually looking at his eye.

While looking at the shots from a separate screen, she suddenly asks the photographer to stop. You both straighten your bodies while awaiting instructions. “It looks nice,” she said before looking at your direction. “But it’s boring. There’s nothing wild about it.” You space out for a bit because for the first time, you don’t know how to proceed. You’re used to fashion shoots and runway. You’ve never had an ad with this theme. “Y.n, dear, can you be a bit aggressive towards him?”

You raise your eyebrow from disbelief. “A-aggressive?”

Mitsuki nods. “Throw yourself at him, dominate him, take control. mkay?” You feel a bit pressured when she’s just looking at you two and waiting for you to start posing for the camera. You don’t have a solid idea in your head, but you just go for it. You try to prop yourself up on the bar counter, but your dress won’t allow you.

Kuroo notices your dilemma and gets up from his seat. “You could’ve asked for help, you know.” He positions himself in front of you and grabs your waist. His hands were strong yet gentle. With your palms still on the surface of the counter, he lifts you up while you put weight on your arms so you can usher yourself properly. You’ve been deliberately avoiding his gaze, but right now, your eyes are glued to his face.

“Yes. Like that.” You both flick your gaze towards Mitsuki. “Do that.” She instructs the photographer to move the side so the angle of the shot captures you both without him blocking you completely. You realize the position you two have. “I agreed to this to make you uncomfortable, but I’m not gonna lie. I’m the one extremely uncomfortable right now.” Kuroo whispers with a hint of regret on his face. The camera flashes start going off but something clicked between the two of you that you two end up laughing. It’s probably the awkwardness and the nerves that’s been hanging on the air that something so shallow as Kuroo admitting his uneasiness, cracked you both up.

It was just a brief exchange of laughter but you feel relaxed. Even though Mistuki is pretty cool for a creative director, she’s still as serious as any professional. So when you see her smiling as you apologized for the delay, you’re a bit shocked.

“No worries dear. Let’s continue then.”

You feel more confident now. You’re you. The reason you became successful on an international level is because of your professionalism and ability to produce quality results.

From being seated on the counter, you’re a few centimeters taller than Kuroo. That completed the idea in your head. You took the glass drink and placed it on your right hand. “Put your hands on my hips,” you tell him then lightly lift his chin with your index finger, “and look at me like you worship me.” The command earned a raised eyebrow from him but you pay no heed to it.

You extend an arm over his right shoulder, the glass dangling on your fingertips. With your index finger on his chin, you look to the camera with provocative eyes. If anything looks wrong with Kuroo, you’ll just let Mitsuki handle it. After all, she’s the one who asked him to be a part of this.

“Oh yea! That’s really good.” Compared to before, she looks pleased with the shots now. The pose was captured a few times before she speaks again. “Instead of using your finger, grab his hair to tilt his head back.” You comply immediately and tugs his locks downwards. You might’ve done it a bit rougher than you wanted because you heard a raspy grunt from his throat. You got distracted, so instead of looking at the camera, you look at him.

You regret it. When you said he should look at you with worship, you didn’t think he’d do it this well. Because his hair is pushed completely all the way back, you see every aspect of his face. Nothing was blocking his eyes that were full of yearning and desire. He’s looking at you like you’re not just the hottest girl in the bar, but the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes one.

“Pull him closer and look here y.n.” You do as you’re told, thankful that you needed to look somewhere else. “Damn. You two look so good right now.” She gently claps her hands while looking at the monitor.

“I’m already satisfied, but let’s just do one more for another option. Umm, Kuroo. You be the aggressor this time. Y/n, …. you know what to do.” She winks after.

Well, not really you don’t. She just wants you to do the thinking on what to do. You put the glass down and put both your hands on his shoulders. “Help me down?” You ask with an easygoing smile. You don’t want to ruin the momentum of the shoot, so you decide to be nice to him for now.

“You got it,” then his hand travels up your waist and guides you down back to the floor. You tell him to lean on the counter. He follows with no complaints. You get his arm and ushers him to wrap it on your waist. When he goes along with your silent instruction, you raise your leg to his side.

“Tug my skirt up to my thighs.”

He doesn’t react and just squints at you.. “Huh?” Since he did not grasp what you meant, you take it to yourself to do it and slowly gather the material at the ends. Then, you yank it up to your thigh. “Get it?” He whistles as he gets the cloth from your hands. “Hey. Don’t do that. If you’re a real model, you’d be in trouble if I report that behavior.”

“But I’m not a real model, am I?” You glare at his provocation. You won’t be having any of his crap at your workplace. “Kuroo,” you say with a menacing glare and he immediately gets the threat behind it. “My bad, my bad. I’ll behave again, kay? Stop scowling now.” You relax your face and take a deep breath. “Moving on then.” You enclose your left arm on his neck while you plant your right on his chest. You don’t want to direct him any further than this. If this is unsatisfactory, Mitsuki will say something.

Aaaand she does. “Kuroo-san. Aggressive please. Own her. You don’t want her to get away from you.” Upon hearing Mitsuki’s additional instructions, everything about him intensifies three folds. He pulls you even closer, causing your breath to hitch when his face is dangerously near yours all of a sudden. His sleeves don’t do anything to mask the firmness of his arms. And even with the velvet fabric, you can still the strength of his thighs as they’re pinned on yours. The heat of his hand ignited the skin of your thigh as he clutched the fabric and your flesh forcefully. And his eyes, they no longer worship you. They spoke of something similar, but not quite.

He wants to devour you whole.

It was too overwhelming for you, so you look away and close your eyes dramatically to make it seem like you’re being swept away in the moment. After one camera flash, “Okay dear, but I need you to look at him this time.”

The few seconds of breaking away from his fiery stare did you some good. You were able to collect yourself again, but not enough to truly look at him. You just focus your gaze right between his eyes as you did earlier.

“Nooo. When I said look at him, I meant really look at him. Respond with your own passion. You’re looking a bit of a scared vegetable right now, honey.” You’ve never had feedback like that in forever. Maybe when you tried modeling the first few months, you received something similar to that. But never when you started doing it full time.

You don’t want to, but you have to. You finally meet his gaze and tap into something inside yourself that you’ve been holding back. You let your desire for him deluge you, let it surge through your veins until you’re aching for him. You push yourself even closer to him, not allowing even air to pass between your bodies.

“Yes! YES! You want him so much, but you shouldn’t.”

It was just as she said. You want him so much, so much that it almost hurts. You part your lips slightly as you get lost in the moment.

“Oh my God.” Her words sounded distant. It was there. You can hear it, but what clouded your senses was your heart pounding hard against your chest, his hot breath mingling with yours, and the way his eyes are now devoted to your lips. Not long after, he angles his face so that your lips are almost touching. Just a tiptoe and a kiss will already take place. You clench your fingers on his shirt, holding yourself back from that one tiny push that will allow you to feel his lips on yours again.

“Holy Shit! HOLY SHIT! That was it. That was the money shot.” Mitsuki’s shrill voice which was followed by her squeal broke the trance you were in. You know what she meant. The shoot is done. Yet, you still feel hot. The heated atmosphere around you two still hasn’t caved in. He let go of your thigh as you put some space away from him. You settle your hands on his shoulders while you rest your forehead on his chest. He doesn’t move either. His hand remains on your waist, but without the force this time. With his other hand, he caringly skims the curve of your shoulder.

“You okay, kitten?”

His voice is so gentle, you nearly convince yourself that it sounded loving. You nod weakly before heading back to the dressing room without saying anything.

Kuroo’s gaze followed your back as you disappeared. He was amazed but also bothered at what just happened. You looked really into it, like you really wanted him. If the shoot didn’t finish any sooner, he might have closed that tiny gap that separated your lips from his. He’s been aching for you for so long that his control is slipping inch by inch every time there’s an opportunity to cross that line of friendship you set. When he saw you let go and completely relent within his hold, it was maddening at how he couldn’t have you at the moment. What’s worse is that even without the glamorous set, he knows you’re still not his to have.

He walks towards the room where his clothes were hung and changes back to his usual suit. He asked the make up staff to remove everything on his face. He doesn’t like the feeling of having a layer of cosmetics on his skin. The hair they couldn’t do anything about because they used a lot of product to fix it up.

When he gets out of the room, Mitsuki approaches him with a satisfied look on her face

“You did so well for someone with no experience at all. Do you have a card? I can hook you up for other gigs. You’ll do great.”

He smiles graciously at her generous offer, but he doesn’t want it. “Sorry, but I’m not really interested. I only did it cause it was her.” He said truthfully. Mitsuki’s mouth curled in amusement. “You know, y.n’s really good to work with. She always had this cool facade that never went down, and it works for her. We love her for it. But today,” she pauses as she gives him a meaningful look. “I’ve never seen her show such vulnerability and rawness. It was,” she sighs with admiration for you.

“Beautiful, wasn’t it?” He knows exactly what she’s saying. After all, he has seen several times how captivating your authenticity can be.

“Soo, are you two dating or what?” Her eyebrows twitch up and down from anticipation at what he’s about to answer. He badly wants to say yes, but he doesn’t have that luxury. “Naaah. Like she said, I’m just a friend.”

She’s obviously dissatisfied with his response. He is too, but that’s the lousy truth. Out of the blue, she takes her phone out. “Too bad though. You two looked really good here.” She showed him the photo and it was you and him earlier. You were seated in the counter with your arms on his shoulders and his hands on your waist. It was when you were both laughing at his stupid statement.

“Can you send me that photo?”

“Why should I?”

He’s well aware of what she’s trying to do. It’s a business transaction, except for the lack of formality. She wants to get something in return, and he knows exactly what it is.

“You’re good.” He admits with an impressed glint in his eyes.

“I am. So what’ll it be?” He knows that she knows she has the upperhand of the negotiation. She could probably tell that there’s something going on with the two of you. It’s just a matter of deciding which information to give her. But he didn’t have the fortune of having too many options. He didn’t want to reveal the nature of your relationship before. He wasn’t sure of your feelings for him. He can only speak for himself.

“Fine. I sorta like her.”

Her eyes brighten up. “Aha! I knew it. You should totally ask her out, kay? You’re gonna have tall and beautiful babies.” She put one hand on her cheek and closed her eyes while screeching at her own daydream of you and him getting together. When she calms down, she sends you the image file. “For real though. I’ve never seen her like that,” she points to your dazzling face in laughter in the photo.

“Hey. What’re you two talking about?” You’re back to your normal clothes, but your hair and makeup was still there.

“Nothing. Let’s go now?” He spoke immediately before your nosy director could say something. He walks to your direction before heading out together. “Bye! Update me, Kuroo-san!” Mitsuki said as she waved goodbye. You couldn’t help but be curious on what he should update her about.

The rain stopped so no more umbrella horseplay. When you both get inside his car, you immediately ask him, “What was that about?”

“Uhh. She asked if I wanted to do other modeling projects.”

“Do you?”

He didn’t hesitate before answering, “No. That sort of stuff is not for me. I only did it to piss you off.” He starts the engine, then pivots his body to face you. “I must say though. I enjoyed seeing you eyefuck me.” Just when you are getting used to the peaceful, non-smug Kuroo, his true personality kicks right back in. Good thing you took your time getting changed and basically just calmed yourself down.

“Glad you did. That’s the most you can get from me after all.”

His smile turned upside down at your remark. “Tch.” Your lips tug upwards at the side from his lack of retaliation.

“I haven’t told you yet, but it wasn’t my first modeling experience.”

You’re a bit surprised. Even though he has the appearance of a model, you didn’t think he’d do it. You agree with what he said just a while ago. It wasn’t for him. He’s best at his job right now.

He gets his phone and scrolls up. He must be looking for a photo to show you as proof. When you see his screen, your heart swells. It was you and him a year ago. The neckline of your shirt was pulled to your shoulder for a makeshift off-shoulder while he knotted his t-shirt to form a crop top. You two wore large smiles while posing silly in front of the cam. It was right after when you told him that you’re a model.

“I- you... umm. You kept these?” You swipe the screen and see every single photo you took that day. Not one was deleted. You remember the laughter and absurd joy behind each frame.

“Yea. Why wouldn’t I?”

One more swipe and there’s no other photo after yours. That’s when you notice that the photos are in the Favorites album. You felt like you were about to tear up. You’ve never felt so cherished in your whole life. Even though you left without saying a proper goodbye and no indication of going back, he still kept them. You tried so hard to forget about him, yet there he was, keeping these small tokens of what you had - proof that you really had been a part of his life.You felt something inside you crumble piece by piece. You should be scared, but at the moment, you don’t feel any fear. Instead, you were enraptured.

You can feel your cheeks hurting from how wide your grin is. You don’t bother hiding it from him.

“Can you send these to me?” You turn to him with the smile still plastered on your face, but he frowns at your question.

“Those photos came from you.”

You look back at his phone, your big smile reduced into a faint one that’s traced with melancholy. “I deleted them when I went to the US.” If he asks why, you wouldn’t know how to answer. Fortunately, he doesn’t. He gets his phone back from your hand and fiddles with it a bit. A few seconds later, you hear a notification from your own phone. When you open it, all the photos are sent to you.

He looks at you warmly, his face devoid of anything but heartfelt fondness. “There. Like you never got rid of them.”

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You lie on your bed with bottomless thoughts that night. Kuroo’s words weighed more than they should in your head as you stare at the photos.

You deleted them to completely erase any trace of his existence in your life. Now they’re back in your phone with not a single photo missing from the stack. Ironically, it’s also you who asked for them back. Yet, you don’t mind. You came to accept that those memories existed. They happened. There’s no use trying to forget they did when he’s already back in your life anyways.

Looking at you and Kuroo in the images, you can’t avoid thinking how simple those times were. You were just two cool people who had sex for fun. You had no clue things would happen as they did - falling for him, leaving, and for some reason - destiny or whatever, meeting him again. The past you tried to leave behind crept up to you and there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

You thought you’ve moved on. You’ve thoroughly convinced yourself that you’ve disposed of all unnecessary emotions that involved Kuroo. You thought that whatever it is that you felt when you met him again was just remnants of yesterday. You were so wrong. That‘s just what you tried to tell yourself, repeating the idea over and over in your head until you believed it.

But it never really happened. You haven’t forgotten about him. When you went on dates in the U.S., you’d remember him. So you stopped trying to see anyone and attributed that to being scared of getting hurt again. Hence, you shut yourself out to anyone until you no longer found dating to be interesting. You told yourself getting in a relationship would just get in the way of your career.

That wasn’t true.

The truth is just as he said. Your feelings for him are still there, you never did get rid of them. The question now is how to proceed from here.

You jerk when your phone rings right at your hand.

‘Kuroo’

You don’t want to answer it. You basically just admitted to yourself that you’re still in love with him. Hearing his voice right now would be dangerous for your fragile heart.

But it might be something important. He doesn’t usually call.

You press the answer button. You were about to say hello, but your heart was beating so fast that you were unable to get any word out.

“Hello?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat so you could speak. “Yeah?”

“Is something wrong? You sound a bit off?” How he could tell even through a phone call is unbelievable. “Everything’s fine. Why’d you call anyways?” You do your best to sound normal. “Block your Thursday next week. I’m throwing a party.”

“What for?”

“Mmm. Just felt like having one.”

You minimize the call to check your calendar if you had any plans that day. “Alright. I have an event in the morning, but that night’s free.”

“Nice!!” He sounded a bit too glad.

“Is that why you called?” It’s a bit suspicious that he rang you just for that. It’s just a party. He could’ve texted you instead.

“Why? Am I not allowed to call when I want to?” Your heart skips a beat from the playful tone in his voice. You picture him smirking on his phone while he’s lying in bed. You bite your lip at the image in your head.

Screw you and your stupid imagination.

“Good night, Kuroo.” You said dismissively. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything else important anyways. He chuckles from the other line before speaking so ever softly with tenderness that gives you butterflies in your stomach.

“Good night, kitten.”

It was just a simple good night but you were reeling. You fight the smile that was forcing itself to form on your lips. You look at your photos one more time and sigh.

You are so in love with him.

On the other end, Kuroo is all smiles to himself. Nothing beats hearing your voice after a long day. Once again, he stares at the photo Mitsuki gave him that afternoon. He wishes it was real. He wishes you were smiling for him, laughing with him, and happy with him. If only you gave any indication that you like him more than a friend, he would’ve made his move.

Even though he knows you still desire him, he wouldn’t settle for just sex. He doesn’t want a repeat of the past. He wants something further than that and more importantly, you deserve better than that. But so far, he could tell you were enjoying the friendship and companionship only. Even if he wanted to take things forward, he’s not sure that that’s what you want. You haven’t given anything away for him to make his move. He doesn’t want to risk it and have you running for the hills.

Will he ever make you fall for him? Should he just leave things as is or do something bolder for you to realize that to him, you’re not just a friend?

He sighs.

He’s so in love with you.

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accio-draco · 3 years

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twist of fate | fourteen

in which y/n is in the same situation as draco

Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: sad :(

Draco couldn't sleep a wink that night. He replayed his conversation with Harry over and over until he had convinced himself that everything Harry said was true. It wasn't as though he took a lot of convincing anyway.

He decided to make use of his sleeplessness. He grabbed a quill and parchment and started to write. By the time he was happy with what he had written, scraps on scribbled out parchment littered the floor. He slipped out of bed to pay a visit to Moaning Myrtle.

Dearest Y/N,

I'm afraid you were right, we are on different sides now. I wish with my whole heart we could stand together in this fight, but I don't belong with you.

It is my feelings for you that have driven me to decide to stay away from you. You are far too good for me, and I will only hold you back. I regret that it has come to this but please respect my decision.

Know that you will always be in my heart.

Yours, always D.M

Y/N read the letter over and over again, each time hoping her eyes were deceiving her. However, the words on the parchment never changed.

"There, there," comforted Myrtle.

Y/N should have been sad, or angry, or something. Instead, she felt nothing. Just numb. She couldn't understand how, if you cared for someone, you could decide to stay away from them.

She stuffed the note into the pocket of her jacket and rushed back to her dorm. There, she began to scribble her own note in response to Draco's.

Draco,

While I respect your decision, I will not pretend to understand what has driven you to make it. And I will not pretend that the idea of us not being friends doesn't break my heart.

I'm sorry you feel as though you don't belong with me. If it's any consolation, I feel the opposite. When I am with you (and we're actually getting along), nothing feels more right.

If this is to be our final correspondence, then I have a few things to say. Firstly, to me, you are so much more than the bad things you've done. Those things do not define you. Secondly, I have never been in love, but the way you make me feel is what I imagine love feels like. Finally, know that all of your secrets are safe with me, and I'll be here should you need me. You can tell me anything.

Forever yours, Y/N

Much like Draco had done, Y/N gave the parchment to Myrtle to pass on. But Draco never came to collect it.

Every day for weeks, Y/N went to visit Myrtle in the hopes of some news. Not necessarily a reply, but at least to hear he'd received the note.

"He hasn't come to visit me," Myrtle would huff.

"Never mind," YN would say. Seeing Myrtle every day helped a bit. Myrtle knew about her and Draco, and for some reason, Y/N trusted her.

She would talk to Myrtle about Draco. How he seemed to be looking worse and worse every day. Tired, sad, lonely. Y/N shared her worries about him, whether he would be okay again.

In classes, Y/N would occasionally steal a glance at Draco, just to make sure he seemed okay. Apart from that, the two never spoke. If Draco stole glances at Y/N, she didn't notice.

Each morning Draco woke up, he wished he hadn't. Since he stopped talking to Y/N, he felt as though he had nothing to look forward to, nothing to live for. He wished every night that he wouldn't wake up the next morning.

Every day was the same. Go to class, try not to look at Y/N, look at Y/N anyway just to see if she's looking at him (she never is), avoid everyone, go to the Room and work on the Cabinet, sleep, repeat. He hated it.

He wouldn't even go and see Myrtle any more, afraid of what she might tell him about Y/N. He was entirely alone. And it was all his fault.

Eventually, Y/N gave up. She took her note back from Myrtle one morning, shoving it in her pocket before heading to class.

Class was the same as always. Pretending Draco didn't exist except for a small period of time just to check up on him. Only this time, when Y/N looked at Draco, he was already looking at her. Y/N's cheeks flushed and she quickly averted her eyes.

But curiosity got the better of her and when she glanced over again, Draco was still looking at her.

Draco hadn't looked at Y/N for this long in weeks. He had forgotten just how beautiful she was, and just how tempting that gap between the hem of her skirt and her knee socks was. He saw colour blush in her cheeks, and he revelled in the power he has over her by simply looking at her.

Y/N didn't dare look at Draco again during the rest of the lesson, although she couldn't think about anything other than him. When the lesson was finished, Draco shot up out of his seat and left the room as quickly as his feet would carry him.

Y/N looked over to his seat, noticing his textbook still on the desk. She went over and picked it up. She had an idea. Tucking her note between the pages of his book, she headed out after him.

Unable to find him in the corridors, Y/N called out to Pansy.

"Pansy!"

Pansy turned around and smiled at Y/N. "Hey, Y/N."

"Can you do me a favour?" Y/N asked. "Draco left this in class. I'd give it to him myself but..." She trailed off.

"No problem," Pansy said. "Can I ask what happened between you two? He hasn't been his usual self lately."

Y/N shrugged, unsure on what to say. "It's complicated. You'll make sure he gets it? There's something important in there for him."

"You bet."

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sojourner-between-worlds · 5 years

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Burn the Ships, Chapter Six

A/N: Merry Christmas, ya’ll! ^.^

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Chapter Six

“Let me get this straight: you’re planning on interrogating a spy right here on the dock?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. Alex is still getting stitched up, and it would waste time to haul him back to the Palace.”

Danny opened his mouth, closed it again, sighed, then said, “You know what? That’s actually not the craziest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Thanks… I think.”

“Do you really expect him to tell you anything, though?”

“If he knows what’s good for him.”

“Just promise me you won’t shoot him. I don’t think the governor would be able to get you out of that one.”

Steve stayed silent as he turned to go back down the dock to where they’d left Agent Branning under the careful supervision of Lou Grover.

“Steven. Do not shoot that man, do you hear me?” Danny started after him. “You know what? I’d better just come with you because I know you, and I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Steve might have smiled if the situation were different. “He’s complicit in the abuse of a child, Danny. So if my gun happens to go off and the bullet happens to shatter his knee cap -- well…”

Danny’s hand came down hard on his shoulder, spinning him around. “Steve, listen to me. I know you’re angry -- you think I’m not? I keep thinking, ‘what if that were Grace?’ and it makes me sick to my stomach, okay? But you can’t help this kid from prison. That’s all I’m saying.”

“I know that, Danny; I’m well aware. But I’m getting answers once and for all, and I will do whatever I need to in order to make that happen.”

Danny sighed again before turning and continuing on his way.

Now a few steps behind his partner, Steve arrived just in time to hear Danny say, “You see this guy behind me? He’s more than a little cranky and definitely hot-headed. So if I were you, I’d just tell him what he wants to know, because there is literally no telling what he might do if you don’t -- and, believe me, I’ve seen him do some crazy things.”

“Is that supposed to scare me?”

“Just stating the facts. So if he ends up shooting you in the knee, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Steve almost smiled as Danny stepped to the side. “What were you doing here in Hawaii?”

“Commander McGarrett, you and I both know I came for a vacation with my ward.”

“Yeah, and you and I both know that’s a load of crap.”

Branning shrugged. “I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

“Ten people came down here to kill you and Alex. You can’t expect me to let this go.”

“Wrong place, wrong time. You know how it is,” he replied with a condescending smirk.

Not even a minute had passed and Steve was already done with this. “Okay. Well, let me tell you what I think, and then we’ll see if you stick with that story, shall we?”

“Allow me to reintroduce myself: I am Lieutenant Commander Steven J. McGarrett, former member of SEAL team six. I’ve served in a lot of countries, seen a lot of action. So when there are four former drug dealers dead on my island that all have scorpion tattoos that identify them as former Scorpia assassins, that raises some questions.”

Steve realized then that, although Branning worked for the CIA, he’d probably never been a field agent -- or, at least, was long retired from it.

“How do you know about that? There’s no way you’ve ever had clearance high enough.”

“Yeah, well, when your team is in Afghanistan and accidentally uncovers a cell of them instead of ISIS, you kinda become privy to that information.

“So here’s my theory: Alex was sent undercover to discover if these particular guys were still a threat, and if they were, to eliminate them. How’d I do?”

“That would be child abuse.”

Steve felt his fist crack into the agent’s face before he’d made the conscious decision to swing. He could feel the anger radiating off of Lou and Danny beside him and knew they would have loved to be the ones to do that, too. He couldn’t keep the tremor out of his voice as he growled, “The fact that you can say that with a straight face is enough reason for me to want to shoot you right here, right now, and I’d bet my life Lou and Danny would testify that you went down in the shootout.”

Branning spit to the side and turned his head back towards Steve, a bruise already starting to form across his cheekbone. “It’s not like he was forced into it.”

“And how, pray tell, does that justify this? Does any child choose to be abused?”

Branning smirked. “You can’t prove a word of this, McGarrett, and you know it. Alex chose to work for the company, and he can leave any time he wants.”

“Yeah, I doubt that.”

“No, I mean it. Taking care of that kid is like walking around with sand in your shoes. I didn’t volunteer for this, but he did -- that’s just the job. I’d be more than happy for someone to take him off my hands, but that’s never going to happen because Alex is here because he wants to be.”

Steve knew that was a lie; Alex had told him as much, that he’d never wanted this, but he felt trapped. But, if it was truly the case that Alex was free to leave, then maybe all Steve needed to do was give him a reason.

He glanced back over his shoulder, wondering how Alex was doing. He’d seemed a little squeamish when stitches were mentioned, and Chin was with him, but honestly Steve wished he was the one sitting with the kid right now. Turning back and unclenching his jaw, he said, “Lou, take him to the station and have him booked for child abuse.”

“With pleasure.” Lou stepped over and hauled Branning to his feet by the arm.

Branning chuckled. “It won’t stick.”

“Yeah, probably not, but it will waste a few hours of your precious time.” And be probable enough cause for CPS to temporarily pull Alex’s custody from you.

As Steve watched them walk away, Danny side-stepped closer. “What -- no ‘book ‘im, Danno’?”

“No. It’s Christmas Eve, and if we still wanna have this party, you need to get home.”

“That is a very good point. You still coming?”

“Yeah -- but, hey? Maybe plan for one more.”

He could feel Danny staring at him before he asked, “Alex?”

“Yeah. I - uh, really need to have a talk with him and make a couple of calls, but…”

Danny nodded and clapped him on the shoulder as he started to leave. “Alright. I’ll see you later tonight then.”

I just hope this works.

. . .

“Hey, there he is.” Chin nodded in the direction of the dock.

Alex glanced up but quickly returned his gaze back down to his hands. “You think he’s mad?”

“Probably -- but less at you than you might think. I’m sure he’s more relieved that your arm looked worse than it is.”

“I broke my promise. Again.”

“You did what you thought was best at the time. Steve will understand that.”

The paramedic was just finishing wrapping his arm when Alex saw Steve’s boots stop on the pavement in front of him.

“Hey. Give us a minute?”

Alex watched the medic’s shoes disappear, his heart pounding in his chest. He really didn’t want to have this conversation right now -- or ever, really.

“Danny already took off, so can I hitch a ride with you?”

“Of course,” he heard Chin reply. “Looks like I picked a good day to drive my car instead of the bike, huh? I’ll wait over there; take your time.”

“Thanks.”

As the lieutenant’s boots retreated, Alex lost his last buffer. Silence fell between them, and after a moment, Alex couldn’t stand it any longer, so he blurted out the first and only thing his exhausted brain could come up with.

“I’m sorry I ruined your shirt.”

He wasn’t expecting the commander to burst out laughing, and his head snapped up at the sound.

“That’s really what you’re concerned about right now, huh?” McGarrett chuckled. “Kid, that is so low on my list of priorities right now -- it’s not even on the radar.”

Alex watched, not knowing what to do now, as McGarrett took a couple of steps and hoisted himself to sit on the gurney next to him with a tired sigh, all humor suddenly forgotten as he stared out towards the lagoon. Here it comes, he thought, but when McGarrett spoke, it wasn’t what he was expecting at all.

“More than five years ago now, I was sent on a black op into North Korea. I took my best buddy with me, and our goal was to extract a man named Anton Hess. The mission was a success, but I lost my friend in the process. He covered me so I could get Anton out, and if he hadn’t sacrificed himself that day, we’d both be dead right now.

“But as I was transporting Hess back, our convoy got hit, and he ended up dead, too. In retaliation, Anton’s brother, Victor, killed my father. In the span of a day, I lost two of the most important people in my life.

“I came back to Hawaii for my dad’s funeral, and that’s when the late Governor Jameson offered me this job. It started as a way to track down Victor Hess, but it turned into so much more and, as it happened, turned out to be exactly the change that I needed.” He paused, finally turning to face Alex. It was easy to see the sincerity and conviction burning in his eyes.

“I’m not going to pretend to know exactly how you feel, but I understand what it’s like to have the people you love killed and to not be able to do anything to prevent it. I know… I know what it’s like to have your world ripped apart, and how it feels to think nothing is ever going to be okay again, to throw yourself into something -- anything -- just to have a reason to keep going.

“But eventually you have to stop running. You have to let yourself heal. And you can’t do that by just ignoring it and adding more trauma on top of what you already have.

“It’s okay to let yourself heal, and if you can’t get there on your own, it’s okay to ask for help.”

Alex couldn’t stand it any longer. He turned his gaze away, throat tight with emotion, focusing instead on where he was twisting his hands in his lap. After a moment, he choked out, “Lieutenant Kelly told me about how you recruited your team. Detective Williams was struggling to adjust to life here after a messy divorce; Lieutenant Kelly himself was a disgraced cop; Officer Kalakaua wasn’t even out of the academy yet; Captain Grover was forced into early retirement from SWAT. But none of those things mattered to you. You always seem to show up in people’s lives when they need someone the most. Do you think that’s true for me too?”

McGarrett was quiet for a moment before he spoke softly, “I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot to find out, don’t you think? All you have to do is say the word, Alex, and I promise you I’m not gonna leave you alone. I’ll be there every step of the way.”

Alex tried to cut off the sob building in his chest but then decided he didn’t care anymore. He was exhausted and injured; that should give him a free pass to be as emotional as he wanted. As the tears started to fall, he felt a hand settle, heavy and reassuring, between his shoulder blades. Alex let himself have a minute before he pulled himself back together enough to give a shaky nod and a whispered, “please.”

“Consider it done.”

Alex took a shaky, deep breath, swiping a hand over his cheeks. “What -- uhm, what exactly does this mean?” He glanced up at the man.

McGarrett smiled down at him. “It means it’s time to burn some ships of our own.”

. . . . .

Tag List: @diekatimitdemhutohnehut @ghostly-homo @grungeweasel @just-add-butter

#alex rider #hawaii five-0 #crossover fanfiction #fic:Burn the Ships

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hey-hamlet · 6 years

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BNHA AU Ideas : The villain’s little hero

Also on AO3!

TL;DR: All Might, Japan's number 1 villain has a successor. The problem? His successor is a hero hopeful. All Might will stop at nothing to make sure his kid gets to live his dream.

au where all might is a villain raising izuku to be a hero!

quirkless izuku, his backstory is mostly the same

all might decided that hero work had too much red tape. if he was going to take down afo, he needed the freedom to do whatever he had to and he wasnt getting that working within the law

so hes a,,, viilllaaaiinnn?? like. stain. but less murdery, would also save civilians if they were in danger

he has 0 qualms about crippling fake heroes but hes not a fan of murder

nighteye is still his sidekick, he doesnt use his quirk on allmight bc all might h a t e s it

hes kinda on board with "the future is only set in stone because you've seen it now" so he wants the freedom to break fate. but its very useful to get info, so nighteye just uses it on other people

hero to the people villain to literally everyone else

allmights villain costume is reallll similar to his hero costume. just less eye bleeding

he has longer grey hair too.

all mights bronze age costume is basically his villain costume thanks for listening

david shield is still in this story

david agrees w all might and like,,, sneaks him stuff on the downlow

all might told him ab. his quirk because who on earth is gonna believe that one america man about japans worst supervillain?

also melissa is a Soft Young Woman and she is all mights favourite person on this fucking planet until he meets izuku

all might went to ua, only defected after completing his hero training because he wanted to be trained by the people he was going to screw over

izuku has always kinda been a big fan of all might. not openly because hes legally a villain and very much paints himself as one, but his quirk is one of the most amazing things izuku has ever seen

when he looks closer, all might has never let a civilian get hurt once hes been on scene. hes taken hits to protect housing, hes pulled heroes from the line of fire

izuku watches his sports festivals and wonders why? why did all might, the man who happily told the world he'd stop at nothing to keep them safe, suddenly flip sides like that for no reason?

izuku doesnt buy it

izuku's big yellow backpack is a big red one in this universe, hes had it so long its gone pink but he still loves it

the sludge villain

all might saves him and izuku is crying. allmight thinks its because hes scared but izuku just turns to him with this big weepy eye smile and gives him the most genuine thanks he thinks hes ever been given

(its honestly the shock of that that makes him deflate into small might, which has izuku scrambling to find tissues and called an ambulance before he thinks better of calling emergency services for All Might)

izuku is like "Im SO SORRY SIR ARE YOU oK"

and all might is like ",,, b oy"

izuku softly asking

"can,, can i still be someone with out a quirk? can i still make a difference?"

all might doesnt get the chance to anser because there is a massive explosion in the distance

its bakugo!! hes dying

the sludge villain got away bc izuku and all might were chatting a little

izuku hears it and he feels this terrible realization, because its probably not bakugo? but its definitely bakugo because izuku's life is falling to pieces

he sprints towards him and katsuki will n e v e r admit it but he feels hope in that moment because some one is trying to help. even if its just izuku, he wasnt totally left for dead

all might sees this tiny, nervous, quirkless kid run straight up to a villain that almost killed him seconds before to save someone what looks like they'd rather die

and he thinks

"no one deserves one for all more than him"

and allmight, the most wanted villain in japan, maybe the world, jumps in

the heroes look at him and they are scared. if they couldnt take the sludge villain, what is all might going to do to them? but the scariest man in japan, the person parents tell their kids about to stop them from going out at night, blows the sludge villain to tiny pieces and carefully, gently, places the two boys by the heroes

before he vanishes before they can call for backup or even ask why

izuku gets yelled at by the heroes because the heroes are scared and angry they couldnt stop either of the villains and izuku is so overwhelmed that hes crying and he can hardly breathe

bakugo doesnt even yell at him because hes so dazed about everything that happened and he cant make himself yell at this sobbing kid that used to be his friend

(bakugo is holding izukus hand like hes going to crush it but its the only thing keeping izuku present)

izuku is walking home and hes still hicuping and crying because he almost died and the heroes hate him and he feels a hand on his shoulder, and a soft :"its ok now my boy"

he knows its all might but he cant help but hide his face in his shirt and sob

all might gets down so he can look izuku in the eye

"you asked me if you could be someone with out a quirk and i didnt get the chance to answer. my answer? you already are someone. you are someone that inspired me, a villain, to save the day. you are going to be amazing"

and looks him dead in the eye "you'll do amazing things, even with out a quirk. but, you of all people deserve one, and no matter what you chose to do with it, it can be yours. hero, villain or someone in between"

izuku looks at this villain

this painfully thin villain, who just saved his life and who has unimaginable strength

and he throws his arms around his waist and sobs

inko isnt a great mum in this au and she likes to basically pretend izuku doesnt exist

izuku trains a lot and has to make his own food bc his mum just ignores him

he sneaks out at night to clear trash and sneaks back in before dawn to clean the sand from his hair

he smells like saltwater and rust, and he hasnt slept more than 4 hours a night in weeks and katsuki is worried

all might sees him crumbling with a smile stuck on his face and he wants to stop him from self-destructing, but the kid will never learn his lesson until he feels his body give up under what hes doing to it. if all might steps in he'll do it again and again until no one stops him and hes never learnt his limit.

so he waits and he watches while he pretends he cant see the bags under his eyes and pretends that everytime izuku sways on his feet he doesnt feel a jolt of deep panic

did he do this? if he the reason izuku looks like hes falling apart before his eyes?

the kid passes the fuck out and all might tells him off in a soft dad way and izuku cries bc why does this villain care more than his mum does

and all might catches the end of that little mumble, and feels terrible so he pretends he didnt hear and takes him for lunch

they go to a cafe and all might buys izuku the cutest slice of cake and a big ass bowl of katsudon and some fancy fucking tea and covers the kids eyes every time he tries to look at the prices

izuku looks at all might and asks

"are you buying me katsudon with crime money"

and all might looks sheepish and izuku giggles like an idiot and says "dont tell me ill feel bad!!!"

all might grins bc this kid is honestly the only reason he hasnt stabbed a pro hero in a few months bc hes so fucking sweet

he has to carry izuku half the way home bc the kid could barely lift his chopsticks and almost fell asleep in the booth after he finished eating

and allmight, skinny and kinda scary is giving his 15 year old a piggy back and someone says "you're such a good dad!" and he almost coughs up his last lung

izuku mumbles sleepily and hes has the biggest warm and fuzzy feeling and hes going to yell bc hes All Might the No. 1 Villain and this fucking kid is drooling on his sweater but he would die for him

some random stranger on the street commenting on how it was rly fortunate that izuku inherited his adorable smile from his father

all might, abt to burst into tears: whack

allmight is easily flustered even when hes killed a man

he comes home and inko isnt there so he has to like, wake up izuku to get him to open the door and he feels bad bc izuku is a Sleepy Man

izuku mumbles that he cant ever tell if shes at home or not because nothing changes and all might feels a wave of "wait my son isnt being parented enough"

so he makes izuku a cup of tea and tucks him into bed after he has a shower because izuku is His Son Now Inko

hes like

sitting in the living room reading the paper and he hears inko's car and hes like ",,, fuck it im walking out the front door im no coward"

she doesnt even notice and hes going to scream because does she have a brain

inko, spaced out, tired and terrible: oh is the tall man here for izuku :))) thats great :)))

all might is screaming bc"" do you get let weird men into see your tiny son>???? what the fuck???

hes so small inko??? and you?? let random men in?????

all might would yeet her into the sun if he could but his boy needs an actual family member to make going to ua easier

inko is kinda mentally ill. she is depressed and often forgets she has izuku. like shes not always being terrible she just sometimes forget to do basic things

one time she locked izuku out of the house for 10 hours and he had to sleep next to the front door

one month she didnt buy any food so by the end of it he was starving and out of his own money and there was n o t h i n g in the house, but inko would go out to eat every night and lunch and not take her son

allmight is upset bc izuku didnt tell him but izuku is embarrassed. embarrassed that he was forgotten by his own mum, that he couldnt do anything to help her or himself and honestly mad he was so hungry all might noticed bc he didnt want to bug him

it was getting to the point that katsuki actually slipped some change into his bag with a candy bar

#bnha au #bnha #villains hero au #villain all might #all might #midoriya izuku #midoriya #deku #katsuki bakugou #toshinori yagi #yagi #midoriya inko #dadmight #david shield #melissa shield #mha #boku no hero

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imaginejamesandsirius · 7 years

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Hi, so im not sure im doing this askk/prompt thing right but im going to give it a shot because i love your works so so much. So could you please write superhero school AU about their (James/sirius) first kiss? So like lots of mutual pining,tiny angst and fluffy end? That would be super cool to see. Im not sure what kind of superpowers they would have or how it would work but i imagine something like the x-men school, or BNHA. But if thats not your thing thats totaly okay :)

((A/N: I think this is the first time I’ve written promiscuous James without a Sirius to match, which feels kinda weird. This was fun :D Though I do think it might have a little more angst than you asked for…))

“What the fuck is this?”

“What?” James asked, looking up from his football magazine.

Sirius was holding aloft a pair of pink lace knickers from the tip of his wand-- It’s not a wand, James, it’s a stick. Yeah that you use to channel energy, Pads, it’s a wand-- wrinkling his nose at them before glaring at James. “You said you wouldn’t bring birds back here anymore.”

“No,” James corrected, “I said I wouldn’t bring birds back here while you were here anymore.”

“That’s not what we agreed.”

“Yes it is.”

“Not it’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and flicked the knickers at him, landing them on James’s leg when he didn’t move. “Well don’t let them leave their bloody underthings here, it’s disgusting.” He frowned, looking at the area of the room where he’d found them. “Wait a tic, why were they over here?”

They were over there because previously they’d been in James’s bed, but he didn’t know that until he was trying to sleep and rolled onto them. In his tired and annoyed state, he hadn’t thought about what it was or that Sirius would find it, he just grabbed the offending item and chucked it away from himself, and promptly forgotten about it until right now.

Instead of saying any of that, he shrugged. “How should I know? Alice is into a weird sort, everyone ones that.”

“Yeah I don’t think Alice would leave her unwashed knickers by my dresser, she likes me better than that.”

James raised an eyebrow, more committed to the lie now that Sirius didn’t believe him. “Are you sure?”

Sirius rolled his eyes again, but not playfully, more like he was actually upset. “Well when you bugger people in the future do it in their damn room.”

“I-- okay. Sorry.”

Sirius gave a tense thank you, grabbed his bag, and left.

James sighed, his head banging against the wall behind him. He brushed Alice’s knickers off his leg absently. He and Sirius used to be close, closer than anyone, but then… he didn’t even know. They’d gotten to the age of sleeping with birds, James started to do so, asked Sirius why he wasn’t, and Sirius said he wasn’t interested in them. Sirius had looked hopeful when he told James he liked blokes, but James must have said the wrong thing because the next day there was this distance between them that hadn’t been there before, and they never recovered. He’d even tried telling Sirius that he was sorry for whatever he said, that he hadn’t meant to be a homophobic arsehole, that he would be better in the future, and that Sirius could hit him in the head any time he said something off. That just made him angry, and left James more confused than ever.

James missed him, missed him so buggering much, but he didn’t know how to fix anything between them, and he certainly didn’t know how to go about spending time together without fixing whatever he’d buggered up. Gods he missed him. It’d gotten to the point that any time he saw Sirius happy his stomach erupted in butterflies.

~~~

Sirius glared at James as if it was his fault they were stranded in the middle of whatever buggering forest with no way to contact anyone. Which was ridiculous since they both were very aware it was the fault of Peter’s as of yet fully fledged powers that sent them here. Hell, poor Pete had such little control right now they were lucky they didn’t get zapped to the middle of the ocean. All things considered, Peter was doing amazing with his powers, but that didn’t make them any less stranded.

“Do you plan these things?” Sirius asked, throwing up his hands.

James blinked in surprise. Sirius was temperamental at the best of times, but really, what the hell? “How do I have anything to do with this?”

Sirius glared at him again, then chose a direction and random and started walking, leaving James to scuttle after him.

“Sirius!” He jogged a bit to get in front of him, halting his progress-- if ‘progress’ could even be applied to this situation. “What are you so mad at me?”

He looked away and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Kinda seems like you do,” James countered.

Sirius tried to move past him, but James stopped him. He kept trying but James blocked him at every turn. Eventually, he stopped trying, and grit his teeth. “Don’t you have something better to do than make me feel like shit?”

James flinched back as if Sirius had slapped him. “What?”

Sirius squared up, settling in for a fight that, in his opinion, was long overdue, even if he had been the one avoiding it. “Alright, Mister I’m-so-much-better-than-you, you want to know why I’m upset? Because a year ago I told you I fancied you, and not only did you reject me, you pretended not to know what I was saying! And then you went on about not wanting to offend me, and then you started fucking girls in our room and acting like it was no big deal!”

James wanted to say something back, had so many things he wanted to say, so many that they all jammed between his brain and his mouth and he didn’t say anything.

Sirius sneered at him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Shouldering past James, he started storming through the forest again.

By the time James’s body woke up again, he had to run to catch up. He stopped in front of Sirius, forcing him to stop again and making him sigh aggravatedly. “You never told me you fancied me,” he claimed, but even as he said it, it felt like a lie- which, what? “You didn’t!” he defended, though Sirius had yet to react to his statement. “You said you liked blokes, and then you were looking at me like I’d done something wrong, so I apologised!”

Sirius sighed, head tilting back like he was looking to the gods for patience. “I told you I fancied you,” he grit out, “and you said ‘sorry’.” He glared at James again, but there was more hurt than anger there. “And now you’re doing shit like leaving Alice’s knickers in front of my dresser. Believe me, James, I got your answer loud and clear the first time.”

“What- that’s not- that was an accident,” he managed to get out. Sirius fancied him? Fancies him?

Sirius snorted. “Sure it was. Do you think I can’t tell when you’re lying to me?”

“It was an accident!” An accident he should have taken care of admittedly, but had mistakenly thought wouldn’t matter-- and also hadn’t remembered, but then if he knew it would matter, he would have remembered.

“Maybe, but you lied about it the first time.” Guiltily, James stayed silent. It had seemed like the best course of action at the time, but he wasn’t going to say that. “That’s what I thought.”

A beat. “You told me you fancied blokes, not me,” he muttered, heart going the speed of light but fuck if he knew why.

“Whatever,” Sirius said, starting to walk. It felt like some convoluted emotional game of leapfrog, all this running and stopping and continuing, and the only thing they’d accomplished was getting angry with each other, which wasn’t exactly something they needed help with these days.

Although, if what Sirius said was true, and he did fancy James… then James was the massive arse here-- had been for a year-- and Sirius hadn’t done anything wrong. Shit. Fucking buggering shit. He needed to fix this, but the last time he tried to apologise to Sirius before thinking everything through, it blew up in face. And this- he didn’t know how he felt about this. He felt light in a way that had nothing to do with his powers, and his heart was still beating an irregularly loud rhythm in his chest.

Slightly ahead of him, Sirius stepped over a large log, his hand going out to touch a tree for balance and James felt a familiar spike of desire that he’d been close enough for Sirius to use him instead of the tree.

He froze, feet fumbling across a large piece of moss covered bark.

Sirius paused, glancing back. “You okay?” he asked tentatively, like he wanted to still be angry but cared more that James was okay. Merlin and Morgana, James was an idiot.

“How do you know when you fancy someone?” he blurted. That wasn’t what he meant to say, not that he knew what he had meant to say.

“You- I dunno,” Sirius said, looking thrown. “You want to be around them all the time and make them happy, and hold them and stuff.”

“Eloquent,” James said automatically, but his mind was spinning. “So- er,” he swallowed, “I think I fancy you.”

Sirius’s face hardened. “That’s not funny.”

“Wasn’t supposed to be. I thought- hell I thought that was just how you felt about your best mate.”

“Wait.” Sirius walked towards him. “You want to kiss me and you thought ‘oh that’s just what people want to do with their friends’?”

“No-”

“Oh right, just your best friend. Did you actually think that?” he asked incredulously.

“Well it- made sense at the time,” he stuttered out as Sirius moved into his personal space.

Sirius put his hands on either side of James’s face and leaned in. “You are such a fucking idiot,” he whispered, pressing their lips together.

“Rude.”

“Oh?” Sirius said, sounding far too prepared for this vein of conversation. James kissed him again, but it didn’t dissuade him. “I’m not the one who can fly, and forgot about that so wholly that we ended up walking through the forest for an hour.”

James’s face flushed with embarrassment, and as much as he wanted to deny it, there was nothing he could say that Sirius would believe. “Well, hey, you remembered that I could fly and didn’t say anything.”

“That’s because any time I try to talk to you about something serious you run away, and I knew you wouldn’t leave me here by myself.”

“...I feel played. Did you and Peter team up?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, his arms still hanging off of James’s shoulders where he’d left his hands after kissing him. “The day me and Petey team up against you will be the day of the apocalypse, right after Remus lets loose and decides to kill us all.”

“What about me?”

“Well you’ll already be dead.” He pat James’s cheek. “Don’t take it too hard Jamsie, but Remus would wolf out and you wouldn’t even notice. First casualty of war, but don’t worry, I’ll try to avenge you.”

“Try?”

“Moony is scary when he tries, and I frighten easily.”

“You do not.”

“I could,” he argued, as if offended.

James snorted, shaking his head. “It’s like the last year didn’t happen.” Now that they were talking, they clicked back together like those crappy magnetic friendship necklaces Benjy liked so much.

“Not true. We spent that year not talking and I learned all the ways you’re a dumbarse. Leaving Alice’s knickers in front of my dresser? Really? That wasn’t on.”

“It was accident,” James whinged. “I forgot to pick them up after, I swear.”

“Yeah, don’t think I’m letting that fade into obscurity. I love you and all, but you were a giant fuckwad for a while there.”

“I know. Lots of forgiveness and penance, I’ll come prepared.”

“Good.” Sirius kissed the tip of James’s nose. “Now you wanna fly us out of here or what?”

#filled #prongsfoot #marauders #james potter #sirius black #hogwarts time #no voldemort au #getting together #fusion #Anonymous

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cheswirls · 7 years

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i have so many thoughts and its about 430 am so lets get started before they get scrambled.

i decided to read red potter and the middleground, but because i finished one so early in the morning, i had to hold off on the other for a bit, until this -past, i guess- evening. i had read for sure a chapter of the middleground previously, maybe two, but i’ve read too much now that the recollection isn’t coming to me like it came in small bursts through reading through chapter one again. i think it was another instance when i got extremely busy and had to put it down, maybe tac2 took over, dunno, but i got back to it now bc im still on the post-playthrough-of-white high and anything deep in unova is good and lu is fantastic so i knew this would be fantastic and is was right.

it’s a very dark read? unexpected, then again, its centered around a war, so also i shouldve expected it. the realization hit me around the third chapter, i think, when the nimbasa incident happened. very dark and very good. and emotional, i dunno how many times ive cried tonight but its been a night/twilight. the whole story basis with the center legend of unova and all the olden history is really good, its all really boosting my unova high like this is exactly what ive been needing to find, and all the characters it brings in despite the animeverse of it all -benga, n, touko!!- and the roles they play just really made it better, its kind of shallow but i like it even moreso because of the additions and though the story kept me highly entertained and drawn in there were a couple moments when i wished like oh man i hope the story has n in it bc n man jus n i need n content and then bam mentioned and now hes officially in it sort of i mean yeah he is. in the story. and this was early on like during the first few chapters so i had to hold out but it was worth it like, the story is interesting with the anime characters and i knew it was gonna be aniverse going into it and it was good and fine and still is good and fine.

i dont remember when i started wishing for touko but man oh man it happened and i was like damn this could happen i wish she was kinda here bc i think i had begun to pick up on something and then later i really picked up on it which i will get to later and them bam another happy revelation and i am still like. touko. shes here. shes a part of the story. this is awesome.

anyway before this gets too long to massively too long, this is basically going to be a big analysis and happy-rant post, so if you have not read the middleground by the amazing @pkmncoordinators, you should do so here but then like leave this post until you do and then come back, that would be good. the rest is under a cut to save peoples dashes, sorry this is mega long already aha.

i played ghetsis’ battle theme through a chapter and it mustve been a shorter one bc it lasted me -30min- near the entire chapter. maybe the one beginning w the drayden and alder talk? or the dragonspiral tower one? or maybe theyre the same, its been a long night of binging this entire work. anyway. it set the mood for whatever chapter like i intentionally was like oh this theme is a little foreboding lets play it. and i had it down so low sometimes i could only hear the percussions to it, but it was still there, setting the tone.

otherwise, i found myself only keeping to n music. maybe there were a couple plays of unova e4, way in the very beginning of the first/second chapters, maybe, but for the most part, i kept with n’s songs. the bridge, some, the castle and battle theme, a lot. some renditions of such in b2w2 style. i tried to play through the music of n’s room in the castle, but i had to stop after a little into it, maybe ten minutes, because it was getting all these feelings out of me and i felt like if i played it all i would ‘tire it out’, so to speak, even though that hasnt happened w any of the tracks thus far, but i really want that to be a special one i have on to draw inspiration from. later into the night/morning, whenever, i did decide to try out a remix of it via the b2w2 track of the same theme. the tune is in a slightly different pitch, but more than that, it gets distorted, almost corrupted, throughout and differentiates itself that way from the original, so i did end up playing through that no problem. i cant recall now if i ever played a theme back to back, i think i switched after the 30min was over, which, understandable, it’d been looping for half an hour. but i think i did play it again maybe once, which is fine. good.

but enough with music meta. its interesting, maybe thats where the draws of ‘where’s n?’ came from, but its not the focus.

oooh boy lets talk about various things that i will address here bc its 5am now and i need to not lose track. the n thing. um. the touko revelations. remember liberty, because the truth will set you free. the hero of truth. the opening chapter remarks. the possible sourgrapes. the viewpoints thing. there is probably more i will get to later in a different post but these are the current things for the morning.

first i wanna talk abt touko, hilda, whatever. small note so i dont appear brash, to ppl who dont really follow my content, i just dont really like the names hilda and hilbert. hilda is slowly growing on me, but missy always called the protag touko, and it really grew on me, and i live the name now, so thats what i always defer to her as. jus a preference thing.

so, i had no idea and i had every idea. oh my god. lu, you are so good at the foreshadowing stuff, serious. a master at it. i didnt pick up on the nimbasa trainer mention, or maybe i did but its been long ago now and i dont remember it. if she appeared before then i already dont remember the callback to it, oops. anyway. it was after that, for sure, if not before, that i did pick up on the brunette trainer and thought ‘damn if that was touko tho thatd be so rad’. really thinking it was in the electronic store in striaton, but that seems so far away from nimbasa like there mustve been something in between but i dont think so? so that. and then in the next, black city? abt the brunette trainer watching the tv, and i think i had the same thought except it was during ghetsis’ speech so between both moments brunette trainer was mentioned. i think i picked up on the repeated mentions of brunette trainer when she and iris locked eyes to see her also packing to leave the center. it was a thought more along the lines of ‘brunette trainers seem to be standing out to me more or are i guess being detailed more than other trainers’ than out of suspicion. i was picking up the repeated characteristic, but more of the notion that it was being named over and over, instead of anything real behind it. like, okay, there are a lot of brown haired trainers around, that works.

it was maybe in icirrus if that was the next thing, i tried to look and think i confirmed that was the next thing based on the recall conversation, so yes. in icirrus, my memory is really failing me sorry!!, somewhere, the first mention or maybe if that first mention was the brunette trainer across the hall in another room, my mind clicked. and it was like, oh, this brunette trainer might actually be all the same person. and i started to think again, wow, what if that person was touko bc i was really passionate abt it and i couldnt come up with who else bc i didnt have the focus i was still actively reading the store yknow? if was nothing about the being followed, i had to wait for the others to catch on and tell the reader before i got that aha. but i did! get! the touko part. it was when iris woke up from the comatose and all those scenes started playing out, maybe she mentioned not disturbing the others or cilan when they were talking, or georgia when she ran off, or something abt the trainer in another room, or a revelation dawned i guess somewhere in those scenes. and i was like oh my god that has to be touko god wow. im really losing my original train of thought i apologize. still recovering from sickness, and the whole long night thing. so something along that thought, but then it sorta got forgotten bc shit got real w virgil and the truth seekers being there, and i didnt recall again until she approached cilan during the counter sheidl -niiiiice throwback, by the way- training, and i was like !!!!!!!!!!!! that HAS to be touko and then she led him away and the whole scene played out and i remember scanning the page briefly, jus flicking my eyes over to see if i saw the namedrop and didnt, so i got entranced in the scene and then benga was like ‘hilda get the other three’ and TOUKO!!!!! WAS THERE OMG!!!! like confirmed, in the flesh, it was great its great what a great thing to add wow. and then the recall conversation happened and i began to pick up and was like wow they were being followed and didnt even remember the brunette trainer mentioned in nimbasa, barely remembered someone with a samurott led the charge to put out the fires, so that was a surprise. of course, that was such an intense scene, and i remember having a small breakdown around then bc burgundy said something about how she couldve been in one of those rooms and that chilled her and it sent me wild bc it was scary to think about, it really was chilling, this story really is dark che wow.

so i was proud of myself for picking up on that, the touko thing, but i probably wouldve been in the dark completely had i read it and not recently played through white and mind being constantly on that region and those characters right now.

that was super long. um. next thing is liberty bc i can remember it. the line is, im pretty sure, just remember liberty, because the truth will/can set you free. and its really only because im so into unova right now, but back at the first chapter today, my mind immediately picked up ‘oh liberty island’. except its not island, its liberty garden-island, thing, but still. the liberty just connected, and i had it, and so like when iris busted out like hey we’re not flying to nimbasa we’re going to liberty garden i was like yh guys cmon take a hint. but i really think it was probably creative and thought-provoking to others, a bit of a twister, to liek other readers like this isnt a callout on an easy riddle, jus a notion i picked up on easily. actually i remember the castelia thing confusing me, but there was also some disconnect because the liberty line want being used, it was just being mentioned that everyone seeking the seekers was heading to castelia, like the two were never paired i dont recall of. and it happened every time. i was like okay yes theyre at libery garden, then castelia was mentioned and i was like okay theyre at castelia. they never really crossed so they never crossed in my mind. it wasnt until the group landed in castelia i think that my mind connected, ah yes, liberty garden is off the coast of the city. i do wonder how plasma figured it out though. i think earlier speculation was on the touko-n relationship compromising the location, though im not sure how that would work in the first place, so it seems more likely someone jus picked up on the insinuation like i did, jus made the connection, tho i dunno who.

really quick hero of truth revelation thing. it took me a couple reads to grasp, like iris realized something cilan didnt but he went away and it took me, i had to read it over a few times because she realized something so therefore the readers have to realize as well, and then i made the connection that cilan was related to the hero of truth therefore making him the hero of truth. that couldve been phrased better unless cress and chili are somehow included which i think not, too many motifs, but the point comes across. i might not have made the connection had i not read earlier in the day about iris slipping cilan reshiram’s pokeball, something i stumbled upon before i started reading the entire thing oops so maybe that was a giveaway that helped me work through it, maybe i just connected based on the ancestor stuff, dunno.

i still havent figured out whos writing the chapter intros and its getting to me!! i dunno if we’re supposed to know yet, at first i felt like cilan, and then a vague collection of others, maybe trip with the camera capture in black city, and then maybe touko at the end tho i feel like something was mentioned that was confidential and that she wouldn’t have known about. then again i suppose sharing stories and then recounting could come into play, in which case benga could also be writing them.. i dont’ feel like its someone currently irrelevant, tho. like, i don’t think it’s luke, or bianca, or someone kinda disconnected like that. its probably a spoiler for you to say whom, which okay, fair, but i hope someone signs off on the intros in the last chapter, or that theres something to pick up on to discover it ourselves, or maybe its not important, but i really gotta know eventually.

someone mentioned days ago about something like not being into wishfulshipping and then something about sourgrapes was mentioned, i really dont remember that well, but i started to pick up on it throughout, especially with all the camping scenes, and remembering you liked sourgrapes so much, and is it possible to confirm that thats a ship in this fic? or, has a possibility? i think i’m picking up on it, but it could be friendship, im not sure.

these next two are the last two for now i think. first, viewpoints, because this story delves into such a cast of characters and i think the same story told from the viewpoint of others would be so interesting, like told through the eyes of benga or touko, or even elesa possibly, and if you ever like wanna divulge in that or after you get done wouldnt mind someone taking a shot at it and working with for accuracy reasons, that would be pretty cool. and you have your first volunteer.

second and last is the n thing. i think a little is just meta, which i want to make a full post on later in time, so this may or may not tie in not sure. just, real brief, isn’t n such an interesting character? i really just, i dunno if i like him like i like others, but i really find his dynamic interesting. keeping it short, bc meta, the boy really grew up differently than a “normal” human. the proper socialization was there, sort of, because he can walk and speak and was educated like hes a math geniusa nd stuff, but he wasn’t socially educated. a lot of people dont realize the two are different, i didnt until i took an intro to sociology course this past fall semester. anyway tho. he really wasnt socially educated, and you can see that through all representations -cant speak for spe actually i havent read the arc yet- even in the anime, though far less likely than i would have liked, having rewatched the n arc a few days ago. the disconnect from people is there. n had tutors, but other than that he was in a room with his only company being pokemon formerly abused by people. that was it. not even normal pokemon, but those he had to gain the trust of first because they were misled by trainers. he doesn’t really know how to act with people. he talks fast, hes very blunt, he doesnt know the meaning of personal boundaries, et cetera. he was, practically, raised in a cult. led to believe only the cult’s beliefs. and its only through getting out of his room and around unova, at least in the game, that he begins to develop his own thouhgts and ideas and morals, that he begins to doubt what hes been preached his whole life. this is getting a bit like so im gonna cut, but i just, n is such an interesting character. the tie in. already, in the tv announcement, his voice is ethereal and i could picture it, could play the sound in my mind based off the anipoke and the gens voices, because both of those are genuinely how n sounds to me, i can see it perfectly it just works like there is no other voice for him. i could picture that when he spoke. and already, with the dreamy, far-off gaze, and it hardening, i can see his characterization is going to be so great in the middleground, and im so excited. i recently finished a fic where his characterization to me was absolutely perfect, and even as it evolved, that standard didnt diminish, because the evolution was so seamless and good that the changes to him felt right, felt realistic.

im realizing now this sounds like a do-good-or-there-will-be-consequences thing, which is not my intention. im just, i really wanted a story with n, one i knew would be good, and the middleground is it at the moment. and i know youll do a good job because i liked tac so much, which featured n, and already its the little things with middleground!n that are already so good, and this was really just me saying thank you and i cant wait, and so thank you and i cant wait for more. i cant wait to see more of n, no matter how small a role, or how big iunno, he plays, its already so good for such a complex character with such a grey background. morally grey, ethically grey, realistically grey, just grey.

all in all, the middleground is amazing so far, i love it so so much, and once again, i cant wait for more. thank you for such an amazing piece thus far, lu. its past 6am now so its taken me a bit to get through this post, i hope the majority makes sense. and i cant wait to see what comes next with the story.

#the middleground #another long post about another long work wow who wouldve guessed

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June 12 Dancitron Movie Night - Batman (1966 version)

Fuzzytimed to some point vaguely after some of Prowl’s restrictions are lifted. He spent the whole movie being vaguely confused and upset. General consensus was the movie was fun, despite—or perhaps, because of—the terrible puns.

ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *Soundwave is lazily stretched across his couch, visor running through a visualization of the music while he waits. Snacks are out, as usual.* Tarantulas 7:57 pm *tarantulas anticipates prowl won't be there, so he actually gets to come fullsize. SNACKS. he's apparently never noticed those when he's come before, he's snagging like a million* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm *That's fine. If there's enough to support Laserbeak's pigging out there's enough for Tarantulas.* Tarantulas 7:59 pm *good. you'd be surprised how much those spider paws can hold* Astrotrain 7:59 pm *do you have enough for some handshovels* Windchill 7:59 pm *Slinks through the entrance, it would almost be sneaky were it not for the blown raspberries to accentuate every step.* Bevel 7:59 pm *arrives with a bang. literally. she might have hit her shoulder on the door by mistake* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm *There are. A lot. * Astrotrain 8:00 pm *a lot in his mouth, yeah* *will lay on the floor w/ his cheeks still chipmunk'd* Tarantulas 8:00 pm *plop! next to soundwave on the couch, a friendly/tired tele-poke greeting* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm [[Mind the door, Bevel. It is difficult to fix when broken.]] Windchill 8:01 pm *Stops to take stock, scanning the room to see who's present.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm *Frenzy bounces over and parks himself near Astrotrain. Rumble waves at Bevel.* Bevel 8:01 pm Oh, um... *steps back to check she didn't actually break the door, hold please* Astrotrain 8:01 pm *offers some of his uneaten bounty?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm *Yoink. And a wave to Windchill. Soundwave nods to Tarantulas and moves his legs so the spide can sit.* Ratchet 8:03 pm *pops in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm ((starting in about 5, i wanna get a quick snack)) Windchill 8:03 pm *He waves back, then ducks low to creep along the floor to his chosen seat, as IF nobody can see him doing so.* Bevel 8:03 pm *it's not broken so she's going to trundle in finally and get something to drink and a few snacks* Astrotrain 8:04 pm *squinting @ bean, er bevel ... vaguely familiar??? but did he actually ever SEE the bean.... hm* *waves at anyway* Bevel 8:06 pm *waves--oh hey, she knows that bot* Astrotrain, hi! Astrotrain 8:06 pm *ALSO ANYONE WHO WAS ALARMED EARLIER HE STILL HAS BOTH OPTICS* hey, uh.... you're.... hey you! Ratchet 8:07 pm *on the floor in front of the screen seems like as good a place as any to sit tonight* Astrotrain 8:08 pm *yes hello floor company* Windchill 8:08 pm *Finally takes a seat, crossing a leg over his knee and folding his hands in his lap as if he were not just crawling around on the floor like a cretin.* Bevel 8:08 pm Bevel! I am Bevel. You know Ratchet. Res 8:08 pm *wanders in, soaked to the bone* hi Ratchet 8:08 pm Eh? Astrotrain 8:08 pm oh, yeah.. the um... not that one Bevel 8:08 pm Not you. Soundwave's Ratchet. *motions to their host* Astrotrain 8:08 pm yeah the bulky one Ratchet 8:08 pm Ah. Big Ratchet. Astrotrain 8:09 pm she doing alright? Res 8:09 pm *hops over to the nearest couch and throws himself over the back of it* : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm ((OKAY i return let me see. warnings... eh. just keep in mind it's from like the 60s. that should do. i didn't get to prescreen for more detail)) Astrotrain 8:10 pm HANG ON I GOTTA GET A FUD)) subtitles on would be good too)) Bevel 8:10 pm *tilts hand back and forth* She in still functioning but things are really stressful. There is a lot of stuff to do in New Praxus. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm ((ACK go quick)) Astrotrain 8:10 pm unless everyone else is too distracted by that)) Res 8:10 pm ((subtitles work)) Ratchet 8:10 pm [[ subtitles make things so much easier for me, always ]] Bevel 8:11 pm [[I'm an always subtitles kinda person Astrotrain 8:12 pm yayyy ok i has fud)) Ratchet 8:13 pm *hmm. hmm. floorsits are all right, but...* *just flopping right down to lie on his back is even better. yeah. can still see the screen, all good. perfect.* Res 8:13 pm *is gonna perch on the back of the couch until he has reason to move and/or gets distracted and falls off* Astrotrain 8:13 pm *.......... this room skews hella autobot wtf* Res 8:13 pm *is not the best bird that ever was* Windchill 8:14 pm What a theme. Bevel 8:14 pm *very much not an autobot* Res 8:14 pm *is debatable* Astrotrain 8:14 pm *u look like an autobot* Windchill 8:14 pm *Isn't an autobot either what the heckie.* Astrotrain 8:14 pm *pats floor next to him for bevel to sit unless she's already got a space* Bevel 8:14 pm *not her fault her creators were the most autoboty bots to autobot ok* Astrotrain 8:15 pm *would honestly be more fine if everyone sat ON him but y'know* Bevel 8:15 pm *she got distracted by snacks and drinks but will definitely take that floor seat by Train* Me 8:16 pm ((whose the lady outside? did alfred get married?)) Windchill 8:16 pm *Claps his big vulture-esque hands.* I love this narration. I hope it continues for the whole film. Astrotrain 8:16 pm that's the aunt... nanny.. thing??)) i dont remember)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm ((aunt harriet)) //Aw, man, 'n Whirl ain't even here.// Astrotrain 8:17 pm can you imagine if someone had that as an altmode though Windchill 8:17 pm Aw man, Whirl isn't here to see the batcopter! Astrotrain 8:17 pm with the little extra wings Windchill 8:17 pm *blinks.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm //Aaaaaayyyy.// *Thumbs up to Windchill* Tarantulas 8:17 pm *alright, time to actually start eating the snacks - tarantulas is gonna take em one by one and try to subtly pop em between his mandibles into his monstermouth* Res 8:17 pm Batcopter sound like Ratbat but fast Windchill 8:17 pm *Hand over spark.* Res 8:18 pm Them fly soooooo sloooooowwww Astrotrain 8:18 pm bat drift angle ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm *Soundwave glances over at Tarantulas, curious about those mandibles of his, before returning his attention to the screen. Just try to not chew too loud.* Windchill 8:19 pm Bat...bat ladder. Astrotrain 8:19 pm its labeled for convenience Me 8:19 pm *a belated arrival* Windchill 8:19 pm *Wipes an optic.* Me 8:19 pm *he was specifically invited* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm /I was under the impersonatin' that bats ain't makin' lots of use outta ladde-- hey!// *Rumble waves.* Astrotrain 8:19 pm *+1 autobot.....* Res 8:19 pm Keheehee Me 8:19 pm *tiny nod. there's the inviter* Ratchet 8:20 pm Heya, Prowl. Windchill 8:20 pm I hope this is the shark scene. Astrotrain 8:20 pm *just gonna... sink closer to the floor as a more subtle floormat* Ratchet 8:20 pm *says Ratchet, from the floor* Tarantulas 8:20 pm *prowl?!??!!? oops tarantulas has dropped a few snacks* Res 8:20 pm Them fly so slow. Seaspray get away, keheheh. Me 8:20 pm *... hovers uncertainly. rumble invited him, does that mean he's expected to sit with rumble?* Bevel 8:20 pm *will block like... part of Train with own bulk yep* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm *Soundwave shakes his head, sits up, and nudges the snacks under the couch to clean up later.* Windchill 8:20 pm It is! Res 8:20 pm *sees an opportunity* *LAUNCHES at Astrotrain* :> Windchill 8:21 pm *He SO THRILLED.* Astrotrain 8:21 pm *the 10% of his body appreciates it ASHFAJH&U* yes hello Windchill 8:21 pm Sock 'em, Batman. Tarantulas 8:21 pm *nono, come sit with tara, he's moving out of his spot so prowl can sit there on the couch* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm //You gonna get comfy or what?// Windchill 8:21 pm Shark repellent BAT SPRAY. Res 8:21 pm Hi Bevel 8:21 pm Ha, shark repellent. Astrotrain 8:21 pm as opposed to the non bat version ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *Frenzy's giggling away at this shark business* Me 8:21 pm *... rumble's question didn't actually clear up the issue* Um. Windchill 8:21 pm *Giggling like a fiend.* Robin what are you DOING. Res 8:22 pm *perches on Astrotrain's shoulder now, has trapped the decepticon forever, good job swoop* Astrotrain 8:22 pm his best Res 8:22 pm Why upside down? keheh Windchill 8:22 pm *He's into this film. Amazing.* WOW. Bevel 8:22 pm Did it blow up? Astrotrain 8:22 pm *accepts his fate* yes bat spray is explosive apparently Windchill 8:22 pm I want it. Just so I can say the name. Me 8:23 pm *... well, everyone's clustered together today, sssso.* *sits.* Astrotrain 8:23 pm your true identities: humans ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm *Rumble scrambles to the back of the couch and nods. Soundwave bobs his helm as well.* Windchill 8:24 pm They ARE though. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm @Prowl: (txt): Good sight. Prowl: missed. Me 8:24 pm *hm. batman is pro police in this movie.* *acknowledging ping.* Res 8:24 pm *tap tap tap tap tap taps Astrotrain's helm* Windchill 8:24 pm *Batman is based off of Zorro, everyone knows that.* Tarantulas 8:24 pm *verbal and nudge greeting to prowl!!* Astrotrain 8:25 pm *...... is slightly less accepting of his fate* do you mind Me 8:25 pm *acknowledging ping to tarantulas* Res 8:25 pm No :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm \\SWOOP DON'T NEVER MIND NOTHIN'.\\ Res 8:25 pm Me Swoop punch Con, him say him Astrotrain. It not Astrotrain. You Astrotrain. Me Swoop remember pick up. Kehehehhehh. Astrotrain 8:26 pm i mean to be fair i could have forgotten Windchill 8:26 pm Oh my god. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm [[...What kind of reasoning is this.]] Windchill 8:26 pm What a stretch. Astrotrain 8:26 pm but what did they look like Tarantulas 8:26 pm Prowl, would you like - ? *went to offer snacks, then realized holo* Oh, hyeh. Me 8:26 pm *... squints at the movie* Windchill 8:26 pm *Rubs under his optics.* Res 8:26 pm Big Me 8:26 pm *this is the worst detective work he's ever seen. and he was at ratchet's murder mystery.* Astrotrain 8:26 pm im remembering ahead, w/ the riddles XD)) ........... how big Windchill 8:27 pm That was...amusing. Bevel 8:27 pm *giggling into her hand at the movie* Windchill 8:27 pm *He's being nice about it.* Res 8:27 pm BIG big Wings and helm fins Astrotrain 8:27 pm sharp teeth? red and black? annoying? called it ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm //That// point point //is how come we got a Wall'a Shame.// Astrotrain 8:27 pm catwoman i mean Res 8:27 pm Yah But no No annoying kheheh Me Swoop LIKE punching Keheh it Ravage Astrotrain 8:28 pm did you at least dent his face like a lot Res 8:28 pm Didn't punch face Astrotrain 8:28 pm can you punch face NOT MINE Res 8:28 pm Sure :> ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Well, he likes their logo.* Astrotrain 8:29 pm if you'd bring back a helm fin that would be good too but dent the slag out of 'em, say it's a gift from me Res 8:29 pm Kay Astrotrain 8:29 pm penguin food.... Windchill 8:30 pm I heard that wrong. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm //Hah!// Res 8:31 pm What fink mean ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm //'S like a dirty lyin' fragger don't keep none of his promises.// Res 8:32 pm Swindle Astrotrain 8:32 pm superfine bat grain ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm \\WHAT'S WITH ALL TH' SIGNS? HE DON'T KNOW THAT'S FOR MAGNIFYIN'?\\ Astrotrain 8:32 pm it helps him remember i mean they had to label the bat ladder Windchill 8:33 pm What a beautiful boat. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm [[At least he knows how to stick to a theme.]] *Quickly nudges Tarantulas. Shrink, shrink.* Astrotrain 8:34 pm needs more batwings Res 8:34 pm Flying faster than boating Tarantulas 8:34 pm *aw shit hold on, tarantulas has a Bad Feeling, he's definitely gonna - yyyyep* Astrotrain 8:34 pm starscram the deceptican)) Windchill 8:34 pm Flying's faster than most things. Tarantulas 8:34 pm *now there's just a pile of snacks on the floor, sorry for the cleanup later sw* Astrotrain 8:34 pm *what clean up* *omnomnom* Res 8:35 pm *tries to snatch treats from Astrotrain* :V Windchill 8:35 pm I'm gonna have to practice my quacking, it seems. Res 8:35 pm *flops his wing over Astrotrain's face, problem solved* Astrotrain 8:35 pm *bites wing* Whirl 8:35 pm

ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm *Soundwave lifts his feet away from the two wrestling over snacks* Res 8:35 pm *jokes on you, he has brothers with razor mouths* *kicks Astrotrain and transforms into robot mode* Astrotrain 8:36 pm *he has a sort of razor mouth!! but this is fair* Res 8:36 pm NO bite ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *And props them up on his feelers* Res 8:36 pm Bad manners Whirl 8:36 pm ((y'all can't hear me right......)) Me 8:36 pm ((nop)) Astrotrain 8:36 pm i saw em first i got dibs Windchill 8:36 pm (( Nope! )) Res 8:36 pm Me Swoop have better optics Maybe swoop see first huh Windchill 8:36 pm I guess that explains the explosion... Me 8:36 pm ((oh how nice, batman and robin are pro-shark)) Astrotrain 8:36 pm *SHOVES TREATS DIRECTLY IN MOUTH* THEYRE GONE Res 8:37 pm *BOPS* Me 8:37 pm ((i mean, except when the sharks are biting them)) Whirl 8:37 pm ((WOO)) Astrotrain 8:37 pm *too late, they are gone* Tarantulas 8:37 pm *sad spide is sad to see his snacks get scarfed* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm //They got Mirage locked up in a--? Oh.// Astrotrain 8:37 pm ...... did... did you intend for them to see the giant penguin head Windchill 8:37 pm I love that outer underwear. Res 8:37 pm *raspberries @astrotrain* Astrotrain 8:38 pm *sticks messy glossa out at* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm [[At least it isn't Jazz.]] Res 8:38 pm *RASPBERRIES INTENSIFY* Me 8:38 pm *doesn't even react to the giant magnet* Whirl 8:38 pm *creeps on over to his usual table* Windchill 8:39 pm Whirl! *WAILS.* Whirl 8:39 pm What's all this, then? *GENUINELY JUMPS* Windchill 8:39 pm You missed the batcopter! Astrotrain 8:39 pm bats and buoys bat buoys ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm *...Well, that's odd. Prowl usually shows SOME interest...* Whirl 8:39 pm Damn. Ain't that always the way. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm *Soundwave casually lets his hand touch the couch so the spide can climb up for better view if he wishes* Astrotrain 8:40 pm rip bat buoy Me 8:40 pm *just kind of apathetically slouched.* Windchill 8:41 pm ...What. Me 8:41 pm ((WHAT)) Windchill 8:41 pm *Covers his face and snickers.* Astrotrain 8:41 pm so that was that porpoise's.... porpoise ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm //Whaaaaaaat.// Windchill 8:41 pm An actual porpoise wasn't in the budget. Res 8:41 pm kehehhehheheh Bevel 8:41 pm *laughs* Res 8:41 pm Porpoise Bevel 8:41 pm *tuning in and out whenever there's a really bad joke* Windchill 8:41 pm *points.* Classified Waste. Astrotrain 8:42 pm *points at self?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm //Heh.// Whirl 8:42 pm *snickers and plops himself down* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Soundwave isn't going to pester Prowl about his mood because he doesn't want to be accused of fussing, but he's taking note of this non-responsiveness.* Tarantulas 8:42 pm *tarantulas is gonna decline the offer sw, no touchie right now, but he WILL touch if he wants to talk* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm //Yo, Whirl.// *Rumble flicks a snack at him.* Windchill 8:43 pm *Brows furrow.* Res 8:43 pm *paps Astrotrain's cheek* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm \\HOW THE -FRAG-.\\ Astrotrain 8:43 pm that's a talented missile Res 8:43 pm KEHEHHHEH what??????? How sky write EXPLOSION? *pat pat pat pat pat pat pat* Astrotrain 8:44 pm .................... robin Bevel 8:44 pm ...what? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[A sp--what.]] Whirl 8:44 pm *his claw snaps up and he catches it* What's up? Astrotrain 8:44 pm obviously Windchill 8:44 pm Catalyst. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm //Where were ya?// Astrotrain 8:44 pm ok but how do sparrows hold machine guns ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Wouldn't that be the same sum as any other rectangle?]] Astrotrain 8:44 pm wings?? Bevel 8:45 pm Hey, Whirl! Res 8:45 pm *PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PAT PATPATPAPATPAT* Astrotrain 8:45 pm *PATS BACK* Res 8:45 pm :V Astrotrain 8:45 pm what do you WANT Res 8:45 pm Me Swoop have question ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *Glance. Is even the bad math going to be unremarked on?* Astrotrain 8:45 pm fat birds with a machine gun what Whirl 8:45 pm *waves to Bevel--with the snack in his hand* hey, think fast! *gonna toss it to her* Res 8:45 pm Uh forgot ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm *D:* [[Why explode an octopus?]] Res 8:45 pm wait Bevel 8:45 pm *fumbles it slightly but manages to keep it from hitting the floor* Astrotrain 8:46 pm because penguin hates fish Whirl 8:46 pm Nice. Res 8:46 pm you Astrotrain go space flying. Yah? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm [[An octopus is not a FISH.]] Whirl 8:46 pm *and will spare Windchill a bob as an official greeting as well* Astrotrain 8:46 pm sometimes, yeah? penguin hates octopuses Res 8:46 pm What like? Movie rocket explode. Astrotain don't explode. Yet! Kehehehhe. Windchill 8:47 pm *Gives Whirl a coy wave.* Astrotrain 8:47 pm been there, done that, bought the t shirt Res 8:47 pm Exploding? Or space? SPACE exploding? 😃 Astrotrain 8:47 pm exploding ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm ((i love that he refused to shave and they had to color his mustache)) Astrotrain 8:47 pm ...... kind of in space? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm ((it's so ridiculous)) Astrotrain 8:48 pm space is basically like...... atmosphere flying but better Me 8:48 pm ((it is)) Res 8:48 pm How better ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm [[It's not better. It's cold.]] Astrotrain 8:48 pm no air resistance Res 8:48 pm No resistance sound boring. Not feel fast. Yah? Astrotrain 8:49 pm it feels very fast it feels like freedom Res 8:49 pm *chews on his claw tip* Me Swoop not cold. Because fire, FWOOSH! But no space fire. Hmmm. How cold COLD? Windchill 8:50 pm ACCESS to BATCAVE via BATPOLE. Bevel 8:50 pm Batpole Astrotrain 8:50 pm there's not really a good comparison.... what Windchill 8:50 pm ..Batpole... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm *A BANANA?* Astrotrain 8:50 pm ballpoint banana on the batpole thE ONLY POSSIBLE ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm [[The only possible!?]] Res 8:50 pm keheheheee Bevel 8:51 pm These are really bad riddles. Res 8:51 pm *isn't trying to solve the riddles but is loving all the reactions* Astrotrain 8:51 pm what about attack bananas Res 8:51 pm *watches the room, not the movie* *unless the movie starts killing people* *in which case movie time* Me 8:51 pm *the riddles make no sense* Astrotrain 8:51 pm they're jiddles joke riddles Res 8:51 pm Oh them live in cave too :> Bevel 8:51 pm Ha. Me 8:51 pm *are the riddles that bad or are prowl's logic centers that fried* Bevel 8:52 pm *they're that bad* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *They're really THAT BAD.* Astrotrain 8:52 pm *pokes his perching dinobot* you shouuuuld ask someone to take you to space to see for yourself Windchill 8:52 pm *The solutions are even worse than the riddles themselves.* Me 8:52 pm *no, clearly prowl's brain is operating at too low a level to make sense of them.* Astrotrain 8:52 pm tag urself i'm [accordion continues])) Res 8:52 pm Us go to space? :> Astrotrain 8:53 pm well-- i mean-- it doesn't have to be me d'you want it to be me?? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm //They got a curtain that big?// Res 8:53 pm Cosmos all small Me 8:53 pm *slouches more* Res 8:53 pm Omega Supreme never play with Dinobots Skyfire uhhhh do Skyfire stuff Astrotrain 8:54 pm are they gonna frick though Res 8:54 pm Frick? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *Glance. ... Hfff.* *This new development can't go through quick enough.* Bevel 8:54 pm Batcat. *giggles at her own joke* Windchill 8:54 pm She can slide up and down that batpole. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Mechs, please. We do have a newbuild in the room.]] Me 8:55 pm (("no comment," he says. translation: they're already fricking.)) Astrotrain 8:55 pm she's going for the ballpoint banana damn it Whirl 8:55 pm *whispers at Windchill* So, what's... going on? I gather there's some kind of viviglante? Res 8:55 pm Newbuild *huffs* 😶 ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm //Sure, start a date on lies. That ain't gonna go wrong.// Astrotrain 8:56 pm they're both full of it this worked out a little better in that other movie with the penguin funeral ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm \\I REMEMBER THAT ONE.\\ Windchill 8:56 pm *Raises a brow, but at least whispers in return.* What do you mean? Whirl 8:56 pm O--I--*SNICKERS* That THING. Windchill 8:56 pm Um. Astrotrain 8:56 pm *snORT* Res 8:56 pm what blink thing? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm //Now THAT'S Ravage.// =Get slagged.= Whirl 8:57 pm Can you do that with your eyes, Ravage? *rapidly blinks his own optic by way of demonstration* Me 8:57 pm ............ jet pack... umbrellas...... Res 8:57 pm :> 😕 Astrotrain 8:57 pm this batbruce would get shredded by the other catwoman..... honestly this one too Res 8:58 pm 😕 😕 😕 ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Ravage turns his nose up. He's not dignifying that.* Astrotrain 8:58 pm eat his face Me 8:58 pm ... jet pack umbrellas............... Whirl 8:58 pm *continues to be his own personal strobe light* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Rumble falls off the back of the couch laughing* Bevel 8:58 pm I want one of these. Astrotrain 8:58 pm ....... same Windchill 8:58 pm ...I can't deal with that. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *From behind the couch:* //It's like the Boss wit' no wings.// Me 8:59 pm *silently mouthes "jet pack umbrellas"* Astrotrain 8:59 pm you didn't even disrobe, bruce what are you even doing Res 8:59 pm This boring. Fight better. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm *Soundwave pings Prowl. Did he get stuck on a loop?* Astrotrain 9:00 pm hide your batpole Me 9:00 pm *hides face in hands* Res 9:00 pm :V :> Windchill 9:00 pm Finally. Whirl 9:00 pm *times his optic flashes to the brass instruments* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *........Is he laughing? Is that going to be a laugh? Or is that a "Primus why"? Attentive watching, here.* Astrotrain 9:00 pm okay but why is the joker wearing a mask... Res 9:00 pm Kehehheehee Whirl 9:01 pm Damn, right when I was getting the hang of it. Astrotrain 9:01 pm BLESS MY DUSTPAN Me 9:01 pm *mumbles brokenly* jet pack umbrellas Bevel 9:01 pm Bless my dustpan. Windchill 9:01 pm Bat Rope. Wow. Res 9:01 pm ((swoop is not remotely old enough for the jokes I want to make)) Astrotrain 9:01 pm becaUSE you ALREADY CAUGHT HIM listen i wanna see the octopus ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm *Gently pats Prowl's leg. There, there. It can only get sillier.* Res 9:02 pm Keheheheh them should test Me Swoop want to see Funny trap PFF Windchill 9:02 pm *Cackles.* Astrotrain 9:02 pm ..... i wanna see that too ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm *Rumble tries to get back over the couch and falls off again* *He's loving this too much.* Res 9:03 pm Her not good at masks Astrotrain 9:03 pm you can get a lot done in 2 minutes Bevel 9:03 pm *offers servo to pull Rumble up* Res 9:03 pm Swoop can kill all them in 2 minutes, definately ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *He'll take that.* Whirl 9:04 pm So, who're these guys? The mooks in the costume? Bevel 9:04 pm *hauls him up* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm //Crimefightin' types. Batman 'n Robin. Like that movie Blurr got last time.// Whirl 9:05 pm I meant the dudes around the phone--these guys! One of 'em looks familiar, at least. Astrotrain 9:05 pm the best part o fthe movie honestly that's what they are ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm //Oh. Uh, Joker, Riddler, 'n ... what's the bird guy. Duck? Chicken?// Whirl 9:05 pm Chicken? Astrotrain 9:05 pm p.n.gwynne Whirl 9:05 pm Well, his name i s Chicken NOW. Windchill 9:06 pm Chicken is the perfect supervillain name. Res 9:06 pm Him bad at headbutts keheh Whirl 9:06 pm If I ever decide to turn in my badge and lead the life of a criminal... that's gonna be my alias. Windchill 9:06 pm Chicken? Res 9:06 pm Why chicken? Astrotrain 9:06 pm ........ is it because of the legs *glances at chicken legs* Res 9:06 pm !!!!!!!!! 😃 😃 😃 😃 😃 ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm \\HOLY FRAAHAHAHAAH\\ Whirl 9:06 pm *bursts out laughing* Astrotrain 9:06 pm aww, no visible octopus Whirl 9:06 pm OH NO They thre HIS DOLL in THE WATER! Windchill 9:07 pm *Briefly thinks to append that with 'fingers,' but thinks better of it.* Astrotrain 9:07 pm and then he was eaten by a porpoise Res 9:07 pm Porpoise is dolphin :> Bevel 9:07 pm A porpoise with a special purpose. Whirl 9:07 pm ((gotta refresh, one sec)) Astrotrain 9:07 pm a very hungry dolphin Res 9:08 pm Me Swoop am veryhungry Because Astrotrain eat snacks ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm [[Then get snacks. There are still plenty left.]] Astrotrain 9:08 pm myeh myeh myeh Whirl 9:08 pm I had a snack, earlier. I would've given it to you. Res 9:08 pm *flops pitifully* Astrotrain 9:08 pm *completely unmoved* Me 9:08 pm *prowl's face was buried in his hands. now he's lost. why was everyone laughing* Bevel 9:08 pm *throws an extra snack at Swoop* Res 9:08 pm :V Whirl 9:08 pm Oh, his name is Duck. Res 9:08 pm : > *nom nom nom* Whirl 9:08 pm He keeps quacking. Windchill 9:08 pm That means you can keep Chicken for yourself! Bevel 9:09 pm Quack quack. Res 9:09 pm Chirp :> Windchill 9:09 pm Her...Her eyebrows. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *You could ask, Prowl, but it wouldn't be much better than jet pack umbrellas* Astrotrain 9:09 pm what are you going to do to guinea pigs Me 9:09 pm *he thinks he'll just sit here being baffled* Astrotrain 9:09 pm OH ITS PEOPLE Res 9:09 pm Her carly say guinea pigs means testing stuff ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm [[They do not look like pigs at all.]] Astrotrain 9:10 pm DUDE i'd be down for insta-whiskey Windchill 9:10 pm Oh no are they gonna get mummified? Astrotrain 9:10 pm ....... probably not dude whiskey Res 9:10 pm Whiskey meanss... Windchill 9:10 pm CAT LITTER? Astrotrain 9:10 pm you know they're dead Res 9:10 pm Dead 😮 Whirl 9:10 pm Instant goon: just add water. Astrotrain 9:10 pm whiskey is human highgrade ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm //So that's how th' Autobots did it.// Astrotrain 9:10 pm pretty good if you're.. y'know a human ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *Snickers* Astrotrain 9:11 pm .......... now lick it Res 9:11 pm Me Swoop am pterodactyl Astrotrain 9:11 pm lick exactly one ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm \\DON'T SNEEZE.\\ Windchill 9:11 pm TERRIFYING THRUST Res 9:11 pm Slag licks anything Astrotrain 9:11 pm that guy is full of smoke now Windchill 9:11 pm *WHEEZES.* Res 9:11 pm Me Swoop dare him all the time Bevel 9:11 pm Ew no licking Whirl 9:11 pm I'm gonna second Bevel's request. Astrotrain 9:11 pm kinky Whirl 9:12 pm Not unless you wanna lose your tongu. *tongue Windchill 9:12 pm Can I lick? *Raises hand.* Astrotrain 9:12 pm dick's parking only Whirl 9:12 pm You can lick OTHER THINGS. Not me. Astrotrain 9:12 pm wink wonk Windchill 9:12 pm Fair enough. Res 9:13 pm ((i cannot)) Astrotrain 9:13 pm *sticks glossa out at screen* Whirl 9:13 pm This anti-liquor propaganda makes me wanna drink. Windchill 9:13 pm Do it, I support this. Astrotrain 9:13 pm *offers highgrade* Res 9:13 pm ?? Astrotrain 9:13 pm bat pellets Res 9:13 pm *grabby hands at astrotrain* Astrotrain 9:13 pm nO Res 9:13 pm Astrotain have treats Whirl 9:13 pm I've got no--oh, hey. Thanks. *he'll hop up and trot over to grab it* Astrotrain 9:13 pm *pls save it from the newbuild* Whirl 9:14 pm *all for Whirl, ALL FOR ME* Astrotrain 9:14 pm oH MY GOD THIS SCENE)) Whirl 9:14 pm (9THIS IS ALREADY AMAZING)) Windchill 9:14 pm (( I'm READY. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm *Soundwave nudges Prowl. He's seen this bit before.* Res 9:14 pm It wheeljack Whirl 9:15 pm *returns with his prize; he probably can't taste this stuff, but at last he'll get drunk* Me 9:15 pm *??* Windchill 9:15 pm *Whirl will need it.* Whirl 9:15 pm Pfft. Astrotrain 9:15 pm let the guy catapult it out of his boompah ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *This seems like the kind of humor he liked in the past, and all.* Whirl 9:15 pm *steadily snickering louder* Windchill 9:15 pm When is it going to blow? Res 9:15 pm keehehehhehheee Windchill 9:15 pm The nuns again! Bevel 9:15 pm Ducks Res 9:15 pm *cheeps* Windchill 9:16 pm *Quacks.* Me 9:16 pm *why doesn't he just throw it in any of the massive expanses of empty water* Res 9:16 pm KEHEHEHHEHEE ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm //Lemme guess, 'nother porpoise.// Whirl 9:16 pm Here lies the Batman. *toasts the screen* Windchill 9:16 pm That was beautiful. *Wipes an optic.* Whirl 9:16 pm He scared him. On. O-on. Windchill 9:16 pm HOLY HEART FAILURE. Astrotrain 9:16 pm HOLY HEART FAILURE Whirl 9:16 pm *he;s trying to resist. He can't. He's lost* Res 9:16 pm Riff raff? Whirl 9:16 pm He scared him on porpoise. Astrotrain 9:16 pm "they may be salvaged" fuck you batman Windchill 9:17 pm WHIRL. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Rumble screeches* Res 9:17 pm KEHEHHHEHEHHHEEEE Whirl 9:17 pm I'm not proud of myself. Windchill 9:17 pm *Rocks forward in his seat, helm between his knees.* Whirl 9:17 pm I'll accept my punishment. *gets chugging* Windchill 9:17 pm You should be... Astrotrain 9:18 pm .... humans identify each other with their eyeball vessels?? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm //How's he s'posed to get that? Pull an eye out?// Astrotrain 9:18 pm maybe Windchill 9:18 pm Humans identify each other with all sorts of things. Whirl 9:19 pm *speaks while he's still chugging* Too bad they can't do it by scent. It's even more unique. Res 9:19 pm Grimlock can smell :> Astrotrain 9:19 pm do they ahve a forget me stick for when the bat gas doesn't work ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm //Yeah. It's called a baseball bat.// Bevel 9:20 pm Bat Batbat Whirl 9:20 pm *SNRKS* Windchill 9:20 pm Clearly marked. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm *Rumble bows* Bevel 9:20 pm *claps* Res 9:20 pm *giggles* Whirl 9:20 pm *removes his now-empty glass and clicks his claws like a beatnik snapping by way of applause* Astrotrain 9:20 pm ........... did you carry them in your pants Windchill 9:21 pm That's what I would do. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm \\IS THAT A HENCHMAN IN YER POCKET OR ARE YA HAPPY TO SEE ME?\\ Whirl 9:21 pm Hey, yeah, it WAS instant good. *goon *SNRKS AGAIN* Astrotrain 9:21 pm *sNORT* Res 9:21 pm Them not look like pirates ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm [[...Why is the heavy water in the same container as their drinking water.]] Astrotrain 9:22 pm they're fucking dead, guys Res 9:22 pm *yaaawns and streeeetches* *wings everywhere* Windchill 9:22 pm Tragic. Astrotrain 9:22 pm casual goon murder Whirl 9:22 pm Maybe they're in one of our universes. Res 9:22 pm *smacks Astrotrain* Astrotrain 9:22 pm wHAT Res 9:22 pm Hi Astrotrain 9:22 pm dont listen to them, duck Res 9:23 pm kehehhee him bad at climbing Windchill 9:23 pm That's a huge pill. Astrotrain 9:23 pm that could have been bat poison Res 9:24 pm Birdmobile :V Bevel 9:24 pm anti-Penguin gas pill Windchill 9:24 pm The batcopter! Whirl 9:24 pm Oh, hey, I might get to see it after all. Windchill 9:24 pm *Sits up and claps.* Bevel 9:24 pm He is really good namer. Astrotrain 9:24 pm your batcycle is too small ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm //He's 'bout as good as Megatron was.// Whirl 9:24 pm HA! Windchill 9:24 pm There it is! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm //Dark energon, dark star saber, darkmount...// Whirl 9:24 pm Look at that! Bevel 9:25 pm *giggles* Whirl 9:25 pm Second Halloween costume idea, there. Res 9:25 pm *snickers at Soundwave* Me 9:25 pm *whispers miserably* this is the worst detective work i've ever seen. Bevel 9:25 pm *mimics Megatron* Daaark Energon ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[Agreed. We'll have to remedy that in the fut--]] Astrotrain 9:25 pm heel, riddler ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *Soft huff. Not bad, Bevel.* [[In the future.]] Whirl 9:26 pm *snickers* Res 9:26 pm That same explode rocket KEH Sloooooooooow rocket ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm //Oh no. It's gonna riddle at 'em.// Whirl 9:26 pm *claw over cockpit* Good night, sweet prince. Windchill 9:26 pm Is he wearing a corset? Res 9:26 pm Upside down helicopter :> Whirl 9:27 pm The green guy? Looks like it. I think he's making it work. Ha! It survived! Windchill 9:27 pm Almost as stylish as the underwear on the outside. Bevel 9:27 pm Perfect landing Windchill 9:27 pm Good job, Batcopter. Me 9:27 pm *groans* *buries face in hands again* Res 9:27 pm kehehehhehhheeeee Explode rocket best writer EVER Tarantulas 9:28 pm (( ...egg Astrotrain 9:28 pm egg ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm ((i was waiting for you tbh)) Whirl 9:28 pm An egg... all out hope for the future. I. Okay I. Windchill 9:28 pm Egg, container of all our hopes for the future. *Hand over spark.* Whirl 9:28 pm ...that's. Astrotrain 9:28 pm i liked the sparrow with a machine gun better Bevel 9:28 pm Applesauce egg Whirl 9:28 pm Well, okay, maybe for YOU, I get it. Windchill 9:28 pm *He's buying into it, leave him alone.* Bevel 9:28 pm The sparrow one was really funny. Me 9:28 pm *prowl can't take this movie* *he's going to die here* Whirl 9:29 pm *peers* Yep. One hundred percent a corset. You should be him for Halloween. Res 9:29 pm What corset? Astrotrain 9:29 pm *we'll give u a proper burial* Me 9:29 pm ((lmao. that pirate giving catwoman a Look as she meows)) Whirl 9:29 pm The green guy whose name I can't be bothered to remember. Me 9:29 pm ((the only normal person in the movie)) Windchill 9:29 pm (( Me too, pirate. Me too. )) I don't think anyone here wants to wear that amount of green. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm *Ouch.* Res 9:30 pm Lady have fluff Ravage Astrotrain 9:30 pm you ... you gassed yourself, dude Res 9:30 pm kehehehhehhhhh guards FLOP ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm //Primus frag my vents hu-u-u-urrrrt hahahaaaa...// Windchill 9:31 pm Eheheh. Res 9:31 pm KEHEH Whirl 9:31 pm I mean, the real horror would be seeing any oe of us encased in spandex. Bevel 9:31 pm Maybe he has an anti-Penguin gas pill to Astrotrain 9:31 pm best door stop Res 9:31 pm Him have cygar ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm [[This looks familiar.]] Astrotrain 9:32 pm they don't even care Whirl 9:32 pm Wow. Bevel 9:32 pm Too busy yelling. Windchill 9:32 pm How useless. Whirl 9:32 pm These guys deserve to be dehydrated. Res 9:32 pm Maybe them bored of table Blub blub Whirl 9:33 pm They're not fit to lead a WALTZ, much less a country. Windchill 9:33 pm Imagine if we all moved like Catwoman. All the time. Res 9:34 pm Waltz iiiis... music thing Astrotrain 9:34 pm what are you talking about i totally move like that Whirl 9:34 pm It's a dance. Bevel 9:34 pm ...He read the whole sign until he found the one in English that said Up ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm [[Heavily guarded? That was heavily guarded?]] Res 9:34 pm Dance ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm *He hopes Debris poses more trouble than that.* Whirl 9:35 pm (we're gonna dehydrate springer)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm ((HAHAHA)) Me 9:35 pm *why would you hope for that, soundwave* Astrotrain 9:35 pm heee the little flippers ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *Because if it's too easy, it's a trap.* Windchill 9:35 pm I think they can safely let this one go, that council was as useless as any other. Res 9:35 pm *flexes his toesies* Whirl 9:36 pm Agreed. Windchill 9:36 pm That's a lot of pigeons? Astrotrain 9:36 pm *glances at swoop* .... *just gonna.... casually... HEADLOCK* Res 9:36 pm !!!! Astrotrain 9:36 pm *attempts to flip n pin* *in order to sit on him* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm //The binocularssss...// Res 9:37 pm *immediately elbows for the solar plexus* Whirl 9:37 pm ...*hangs his head* Do. You mean. *deep sigh* Batnoculars? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm //Oh no.// *WHEEEEZE* Bevel 9:38 pm *laughs* Whirl 9:38 pm I don't know why this keeps happening. Heqet is working through me, clearly. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm \\PRAISE.\\ Whirl 9:38 pm Praise! Astrotrain 9:38 pm *STILL GONNA TRY TO PIN THE DINOBOT OW fucK* *will be fine w/ just headlocking tbh* Windchill 9:39 pm LEAVE them, please. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm //What's the big deal? They sink it, the water gets in, they get fixed.// Res 9:39 pm *THRASHES and chatters, no words but LOTS of noise* *he's not allowed to do any of the things he'd normally do right now to a con, so sad, just gonna have to be the wiggliest worm* Astrotrain 9:40 pm *do u mean like MURDER HIM bc he'd be somewhat ok with the full Experience rn* are you still bored, kid? Windchill 9:41 pm Full thrust bat speed. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm \\HOW FAST IS BAT SPEED?\\ Astrotrain 9:41 pm maximum batdrive Res 9:41 pm *loudly blames Soundwave in his head for making him not just win this wrestling match outright, Astrotrain doesn't need all his fingers, does he?* *gnaws anyway* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm *Will take the blame. He's got a reputation to maintain.* Astrotrain 9:42 pm wOW PENGUIN *asserts his dominance by biting swoop's head a little bit before letting go* Res 9:43 pm *HEADBUTTS* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *And here come separation feelers.* Me 9:43 pm *mumbles* bat charges Windchill 9:43 pm *Tries to not be envious that there was wrestling on without HIM.* Astrotrain 9:44 pm *is completely fine w/ this* *probably bit the shit out of his own mouth on the way out* Res 9:44 pm *raspberries at Astrotrain all the way over to wherever Soundwave puts him* Windchill 9:44 pm *Optics go WIDE.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm *He puts Swoop by Bird. It seems the easiest way.* Astrotrain 9:44 pm *will resume a slightly further away place on the floor??* Windchill 9:45 pm SPLOOSH. Res 9:45 pm *this is by far the easiest way* Hi Bird hi You Bird better fighter than movie bird :? *:> ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm {{Best fighter.}} Astrotrain 9:45 pm right in the aft Res 9:45 pm Kersploosh! keheheh Windchill 9:46 pm Green dude keeps getting dunked. Oh my GOD. Astrotrain 9:46 pm he likes to swim blurp Res 9:46 pm blurp Windchill 9:46 pm Rescue the cat! Bevel 9:46 pm Catwoman wins ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[Why is he opening an umbrella IN the water??]] Res 9:47 pm KEH her terrible at running away Astrotrain 9:47 pm that was the... fakest fall Windchill 9:47 pm Her heels aren't as powerful as MINE obviously. Astrotrain 9:47 pm dude you didn't even get to banana base Res 9:47 pm Banana base? Whirl 9:47 pm *antenna perks a bit* Res 9:47 pm *is imagining something VERY different* Bevel 9:47 pm *snickers* Astrotrain 9:48 pm don't talk about yourself like that bats Whirl 9:48 pm Plaisir d'Amour, I think. Astrotrain 9:48 pm i thought you'd be human flotsam Windchill 9:48 pm Dramatic. Res 9:48 pm Him catch it keheh No run away, tubes KAH! Windchill 9:49 pm Good. Res 9:49 pm Broke Astrotrain 9:49 pm rip put em all together frankenhuman Windchill 9:49 pm Awww. Boy...Wonder... Res 9:51 pm ((good lord XD)) Astrotrain 9:51 pm over his lil bat ears Whirl 9:51 pm *snickers* Res 9:52 pm Him audios small Astrotrain 9:52 pm you didn't even acknowledge him rude Windchill 9:53 pm Um. Astrotrain 9:53 pm ... still hoping for a frankenhuman Whirl 9:53 pm *shakes head* Still too much trouble for that useless lot. Windchill 9:53 pm Won't they rehydrate on top of that junk though? Res 9:53 pm Them mix dust together, human gestalt Windchill 9:53 pm That too. Astrotrain 9:54 pm *holds up waterhose* a solemn moment, gentlemen)) Windchill 9:54 pm It sounds like a leaky toilet. Me 9:55 pm ((*holds up waterhose while wearing a funny-looking bat mask*)) Astrotrain 9:56 pm inconspicously Windchill 9:56 pm Yeah just give yourself the credit for messing that one up. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm *THROUGH THE WINDOW IS INCONSPICUOUS!?* Me 9:56 pm (("let's go. but inconspicuously, through the window," says the grown man in a bat costume)) Bevel 9:57 pm Only leaving because they fragged up. Astrotrain 9:57 pm yep Res 9:57 pm Jump out windows fun :> Astrotrain 9:57 pm bat rope away from your problems ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm [[They could have held a press conference announcing their departure and nobody would have noticed.]] Astrotrain 9:57 pm .... aren't a lot of these people dead :c)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm ((unfortunately)) Windchill 9:58 pm That was magical. Whirl 9:58 pm That sure was something. Astrotrain 9:58 pm i think it's time to leave, inconspicuously, out of the window Res 9:58 pm kehehh ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm [[NOT THROUGH THE WINDOW.]] Res 9:58 pm You Astrotrain need BIG window Break down wall instead :> ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm [[...We don't -have- windows.]] [[AND NOT THE WALL.]] Astrotrain 9:59 pm oh Whirl 9:59 pm ((my contribution to this movie night: https://gyazo.com/21cdadb5891895f04528c8ec228267d2 )) Astrotrain 9:59 pm i GUESS i can leave out the door like a FOOL Bevel 9:59 pm [[QUACK Res 9:59 pm kehehheeeheee Whirl 9:59 pm ((it's going oin the blog)) Me 9:59 pm *... they call that a gift? mixing a dozen people's minds together?* Windchill 9:59 pm (( Thank u... )) Whirl 9:59 pm (( 😎 )) Res 9:59 pm *quacks* :> Astrotrain 10:00 pm *gently baps swoop and nods to bevel* Windchill 10:00 pm *Quacks too!* Whirl 10:00 pm *pauses, tilts head, and then quacks. But it's a passable imitation of a real duck* Bevel 10:00 pm *grins and waves* Astrotrain 10:00 pm *... ok i guess a parting quack* Res 10:00 pm *would flip Astrotrain off with a grin if he was older, instead settles for more raspberries* Astrotrain 10:00 pm * a MAJESTIC onr* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm *Frenzy waves to Astrotrain.* Astrotrain 10:00 pm *OH YEAH A SMALL NOOGIE FOR U* Whirl 10:00 pm Seeya, Bevel! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm *YELP* Windchill 10:00 pm *Quacks quietly.* Astrotrain 10:00 pm *TACTICAL ROLL OUT THE DOOR* Res 10:01 pm Bird You get windows For fly out of ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm {{Noooo. Dangerous.}} Res 10:02 pm What dangerous? Windows fun :> *and by windows, the child who lives in a cave means high up holes you can jump out of* Whirl 10:02 pm *streeetches and leans back. He's only now getting that pleasant alcohol buzz; serves him right for being late* Windchill 10:03 pm *Leans over to quack at Whirl. This is it, this is how you die.* *Quacked, to DEATH.* Whirl 10:03 pm *quacks back. Once again, Whirl's is a shockingly accurate duck sound* Bevel 10:04 pm *settles on floor to enjoy all the space Astrotrain left behind* Me 10:04 pm *do you have to make that noise* Windchill 10:04 pm *Honks, like a GOOSE.* Whirl 10:04 pm *snickers* Me 10:04 pm *prowl's mind is quacking up over here* Whirl 10:04 pm ((my god)) Windchill 10:04 pm *Flaps his arms.* Res 10:04 pm *chitters at all the bird noises* Windchill 10:04 pm *He's going FULL QUACKED.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *Bird contributes her own horrible little caw before rattling her plates and settling down again* Windchill 10:05 pm *Quack, quack, honk!* Res 10:05 pm *squacks, which turns into a cackle and a rattle of his own* Bevel 10:05 pm *debates noises, opts for a meow before going back to what remain of her snacks* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Ravage nods in Bevel's direction* Whirl 10:06 pm *that's a good idea, Bevel. Whirl squints* *deep breath* *ad then makes the tiniest, softest meow* Windchill 10:07 pm *Looks DISGUSTED at the both of them. All this meowing, horrid!* *Traitors!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm *Ravage sets up a satisfied rumble. Bird looks betrayed.* Whirl 10:07 pm *meowing continues* Bevel 10:07 pm *grins* Windchill 10:07 pm *Hisses like an angry swan.* Res 10:07 pm *is with you all the way Bird* Windchill 10:07 pm *Which is really just a fancy goose.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm *You better be* *Soundwave just shakes his head a little* Res 10:07 pm Us flying now? *bounces* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm {{Good. We leave dumb cat noising.}} Res 10:08 pm Yah! :> ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm *Nyoom* Whirl 10:08 pm Okay, okay. I'm done. Res 10:08 pm *whooosh!* Whirl 10:08 pm No more noise imitations for tonight, except for me imitating my own voice, which is just. Standard. Bevel 10:08 pm Boring. Windchill 10:08 pm Your pure, angelic voice. Those dulcet tones. Bevel 10:09 pm Changing voices is fun. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm [[Agreed.]] Whirl 10:09 pm *rolls his optic at Windchill* Yeah, it is. I got good at it. Windchill 10:09 pm *Sticks his tongue out.* Bevel 10:09 pm I can do it best, Soundwave. 😃 Whirl 10:10 pm I dunno, I'm PRETTY GOOD. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm [[Best -naturally.-]] He motions to her. [[Go on, then. A sample.]] [[You'll see, Whirl.]] Windchill 10:10 pm You guys should duke it out. Then I punch the winner. Whirl 10:10 pm *folds is claws on the table before him and adopts an exaggeratedly attentive posture* Windchill 10:11 pm *He demonstrates by slamming a fist into his own palm.* Whirl 10:11 pm ...also were you... were you saying you're the best, naturally? Or she was? I couldn't tell. Bevel 10:11 pm *clears throat and transforms into Whirl, only purple because no one wants to confuse the entire room* I dunno, I'm PRETTY GOOD. Windchill 10:12 pm *Curls lip immediately.* Whirl 10:12 pm *LAUGHS* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *Soundwave trembles. Hard.* Whirl 10:12 pm What the hell, mech! That's... I mean I knew about the whole thing-- *waves at her* But, damn. Also, I look better in purple than I thought I would. Windchill 10:13 pm *No comment.* Me 10:13 pm *looks up to see what everyone is laughing at* Whirl 10:13 pm *it's Prowl's worst nightmare* Me 10:13 pm *..............................* *he's so confused. what's happening. what.* *he's just BAFFLED is what.* Whirl 10:13 pm Okay, I MIGHT be able to get your voice. The only thing I can't do is get my voice very deep. Say something in your normal voice. Me 10:14 pm *he does not comprehend what is happening* Bevel 10:14 pm *so sorry Prowl* Me 10:14 pm ... i've gotta go home. Whirl 10:14 pm Seeya, Prowl. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm [[So soon...? As you wish.]] Windchill 10:14 pm *Wouldn't wanna be ya.* Me 10:15 pm *quietly stands and walks to the exit* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm @Prowl: (txt): Presence: comforting. Return when able, willing. Bevel 10:15 pm *still purple Whirl but now in her own voice* Bye, Prowl Windchill 10:15 pm *Hand shoots up.* We should get a picture of this. Photo evidence. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm [[He's here, isn't he?]] Whirl 10:15 pm *squints* Bye. Byyye. Bye? *he's a little off, but getting pretty close with each new repetition* Windchill 10:16 pm A picture the rest of us can share, duh. Bevel 10:16 pm Practice more and I bet you could mimic me really well! Whirl 10:16 pm Byyyeee. *very close, at this point; he switches to his usual voice* Yeah, I think I could get it. Bevel 10:17 pm *transforms back to her usual bipedal mode and grins* Totally. Whirl 10:18 pm Again, with this atrocity you call MUSIC. Play the song from the movie Windchill 10:19 pm *Snickers.* Whirl 10:19 pm It's cheesy but it's better than THIS. Bevel 10:19 pm *stretches her arms some in relief, she hasn't really done an all-body shift since arriving back home. forgot how much better she feels after* Windchill 10:19 pm You're so mean, Whirl. Whirl 10:19 pm I'm the meanest. Windchill 10:19 pm You really are. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *Soundwave taps his fingers thoughtfully* Whirl 10:20 pm Eh, y'know what? Save it. Maybe next time. but don't think I'll forget. Windchill 10:21 pm *Stretches, sprawling out like a starfish, his head disappearing between the back of the chair and his chest.* *Consumed by his own mass.* Whirl 10:22 pm *watches this--and then looks u* *ohh, Soundwave gonna surprise us?* Windchill 10:23 pm What is this alien speech? *Comes the muffled cry from the depths of where his head has vanished.* Bevel 10:24 pm Earth language, yeah. Whirl 10:24 pm It's French, you uncultured quacker. Windchill 10:24 pm The French are aliens, I'm pretty sure. Whirl 10:24 pm *tits his head; he is enjoying this well enough* Windchill 10:24 pm *He saw it in a movie and never looked back. The French are aliens that are suspiciously identical to humans.* Windchill 10:26 pm *Nobody's arguing, so he'll assume it's because there's no argument.* Whirl 10:26 pm Not bad. Me 10:26 pm *... he comes back in. he'd walked outside and suddenly realized he has no idea where he is on Cybertron. it took him a couple of minutes to remember this isn't HIS cybertron.* Whirl 10:26 pm *swivels his helm to look over* The prodigal Prowl returns. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *Slow helm turn. ???* Windchill 10:27 pm Really? *His head reappears.* Bevel 10:27 pm Welcome back, Prowl Whirl 10:27 pm We managed to strongarm Soundwave into playing actual music. Me 10:27 pm ... Wrong planet. Whirl 10:27 pm ...*SNICKERS* How much have you had to DRINK? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm [[Ah. Yes.]] Whirl 10:27 pm Because if you forgot THAT it's either too much or not enough. Me 10:27 pm ...... I'm tired. Bevel 10:27 pm @SW - Is Prowl ok? Whirl 10:27 pm *solemn nod* Not enough, then. Me 10:27 pm Probably. Whirl 10:28 pm Get some liquor in you, Prowl. Remedy for all your ills. Me 10:28 pm *gonna head to—where's the space bridge.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm @Bevel : [[He is tired.]] Sorry, bun. He's not spilling those beans. Me 10:28 pm No. That's a bad idea. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm @Prowl: (txt): Reminder: Prowl, holomatter. Bevel 10:29 pm @SW - Ok. *ah well* Me 10:29 pm @Soundwave «............... right.» Whirl 10:29 pm It probably is. Do it anyway. Life advice for you, from me, free of charge. Me 10:30 pm *Prowl thinks he's probably had enough life advice from Whirl* Windchill 10:30 pm *More for Windchill, then.* Whirl 10:31 pm *any is generally too much* Windchill 10:31 pm *He'll gobble it up until he gets sick.* Bevel 10:31 pm *doesn't have advice aside from 'take a nap' and that seems like stating the obvious or something* Whirl 10:31 pm Mmkay, I'll give all of you a break, now. *hops up and streeetches* Me 10:31 pm No. I'm not going to drink. Whirl 10:31 pm See some of you losers on Wednesday, most likely. Bevel 10:31 pm Bye, Whirl Me 10:32 pm *has the feeling that if he starts now, he might never stop* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[Goodnight, Whirl.]] Windchill 10:32 pm *Waves.* Whirl 10:32 pm G'night, you sorry lot. *bobs his head; the more he insults all of you, the more affectionate he sounds when he says it* Windchill 10:32 pm Bye, sucker. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm @Prowl: (txt): Prowl intends departure still, would prefer time here? Me 10:35 pm @Soundwave «I should go.» Windchill 10:35 pm I'm going to, it's feeding time. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm //Say yo to the grub, huh?// Windchill 10:36 pm *He salutes from his sprawled position.* I will. Bevel 10:36 pm I am gonna go too. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm *Small nod.* [[Take care of yourself.]] Windchill 10:37 pm *He climbs to his feet, ready to VAMOOSE.* Bevel 10:37 pm *hoists herself up from the floor finally and waves goodbye to everyone with a ping of acknowledgement before leaving* Windchill 10:38 pm Byeeeeeee. *And he's gone, done sauntered out.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm @Prowl: Should, want not same. Would accept stay, if intended. However, if desire: home, that: understood. Attempt personal safety maintenance. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm ((and now to be musically silly and not an IC choice)) Me 10:39 pm *dull look. prowl doesn't want ANYTHING.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Soundwave shakes his helm a little. Gonna stretch out partially on the couch and motion Prowl over. C'mere.* Me 10:45 pm *hesitates; then decides, why not. what's he going to do if he goes home, anyway?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *Soundwave's going to shoo the others away and gently try to tug the holomatter down there with him. If he succeeds, he'll cross his arms around Prowl's middle and just sorta rest there like that. It's not fussing. It's not leaving him to his misery. It's... -something.-* Me 10:51 pm *allows soundwave to manipulate prowl's holo-puppet* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm *Then unless Prowl has anything else to say or do, Soundwave will stay like that until the music fades out - mostly because he'll have actually fallen asleep back there.* Me 11:10 pm *... is soundwave just... gonna keep holding him* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *Mmyep. Prowl's been teddy-beared. It seemed non-invasive enough.* Me 11:12 pm *well. ... prowl probably would have felt touched at this show of trust a few weeks ago* *now he doesn't really feel anything* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm *It's okay. If he was concerned about it getting some heartfelt anything he would've made a bigger production of it. Right now it's just a way to give Prowl a bit of company that isn't Constructicons.* *At least until the holo fades.* Me 11:16 pm *it's not gonna fade, it's rude to leave someone while they're sleeping.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm *Well, until he wakes for his next shift, then.*

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