#''oh ok been there done that g'night''

[marco-newgate]

Marco X CisFem Reader

8

A strong mixture of alcohol and mint permeated your mouth as his tongue breached your lips. Your makeup towelette dropped into your lap surely leaving mascara smeared across your face but that didn't matter, right now the first man you'd ever fallen in love with was kissing you. You stayed like this a few seconds longer lips moving over each other greedily until the blond pulled back abruptly shooting to his feet.

"S-sorry yoi." He threw his hand over his mouth and sprinted down the hall slamming the bathroom door.

Welp. That didn't go so well.

You reluctantly followed him down the hall to make sure he was alright.

"Marco?" You murmured tapping on the pressed wood.

"It's OK yoi." He gagged, "I'm fine."

"Says the guy yacking all over the bathroom."

"Everything OK?" Ace appeared next to you sending your soul straight out of your body.

"What. Is. Wrong. With. You?!" You swatted at the raven.

"Ah ah what did I do?!" He giggled playfully fending you off.

He'd always been able to sneak up on people, like an adorable freckled ninja.

Marco's retching interrupted your bickering.

"I'll take care of him." Your best friend palmed your shoulder, "Go get the rest of the makeup off your face, you look like a raccoon."

"Shut up." You pouted turning back toward your room nearly running right into pops.

"What's going on out here lass?" The old man questioned.

"Sorry pops. Marco had a little too much to drink."

"Tattle!" Marco called between heaves as Ace slipped into the room.

"Oh god!" The raven howled.

"Get some rest." Pops rumbled cupping your chin, "I'll take care of these idiots."

"Good night then." You kissed his cheek.

"G'night lass." He hummed as you passed turning his attention toward the bathroom, "I've got the perfect cure for you my boy!"

"Pops, no. Please." Marco whined before you disappeared into your room.

You laid in bed with your newly decorated shirt draped over your face, taking in a deep breath enjoying the sweet earthy scent that Marco always left behind.

This was so...awkward. How were you going to face him in the morning? He probably wouldn't even have done it if he were sober. And here you were drowning in feelings you'd worked so hard to bury.

"Stupid pineapple." You moved the shirt to your night stand and switched off the light.

You woke up to weight dipping into the mattress next to you.

"Ace." You grumbled rolling over.

"How'd you know?" The raven whispered cuddling up beside you.

You deadpanned, "You're the only one rude enough to just come in here without knocking. Besides you've done this since we were little."

"Why can't I have a sleep over with my bestie whenever I want?"

"Well, usually you'd be invited." You smirked flicking his nose.

"How was the date?" He asked ignoring your comment.

"Awful." You sighed, "He insulted me right off the bat, started a very loud argument with some guy in the middle of the dining room, ordered for me because I'm cheap and didn't even offer to take me to my car, among other things"

"What about after?"

"After? I picked up your idiot drunk brother." You narrowed your eyes as a smile broke out across his freckled face, "...he told you?"

"You can thank me after you guys get married." He chuckled.

"Thank you?" You echoed.

"Yeah I pretty much made this happen." He stated proudly.

"What?"

"Luffy is friends with that Law guy. I knew you'd hate it. And Marco was sooo jealous." He snickered.

"That's messed up." You punched his arm.

"Ugh. What. You needed to get over that curly browed jackass and Marco needs to admit that he loooves you~~"

"He doesn't." You pulled your pillow over your face muffling your voice.

"You two are so ridiculous." Ace yawned.

                                                                          ________________

You woke up shivering while Ace snored heavily beside you rolled up in your comforter.

Asshole.

"Morning F/N." Thatch flashed you a blinding smile popping a kcup into the coffee brewer.

"Hey." You husked still waking up, "What are you so smiley about?"

"No reason." He shrugged handing you your mug so you could add what you liked.

"I can't believe I slept so late." You groaned.

"According to pops you were up pretty late."

"Yeah well, things got a little messy." You chuckled.

"I heard." He smiled again, "You should get some fresh air. It'll wake you up."

You narrowed your gaze at the brunette as he held out your hoodie that hung by the door.

It was a set up.

Slipping into the jacket with a sigh you stepped out on the porch. Marco sat perfectly still in the bench swing chin resting in his palm as he leaned on the arm rest. He blinked slowly not turning away from the rain dripping off the eves while you took a seat beside him.

"I really want a smoke yoi."

"Then have one." You murmured warming your hands with your hot coffee mug.

"I got rid of them when you moved in remember?"

"Right." You nodded.

The sound of the rain pattering against the sidewalk took over while you tried to calm yourself enough to bring up what had happened the night before.

"Can I ask you something?" You shifted.

He hummed drowsily.

"Um... Do you remember anything from last night?"

The blond sighed rubbing his temples, "I owe you a huge apology yoi. I shouldn't have jumped you like that."

"It's not...really a problem." You shifted again focusing on the rain splashing against the house.

"I feel like a creep yoi." He deflated.

You stood placing your mug on the railing. Dipping down in front of the hungover pineapple you ran your hands along either side of his jaw tipping his head back to meet your gaze.

"You're the complete opposite of a creep." You pressed your lips against his.

[gleeful-northwest-fam]

"Oh-! Uh- ok-" he catxhed the phone after some struggle. In all honesty he had been half expecting for Aiden to actually make the call so he wouldn't have to... but that would be unfair, and would probably end badly "I will. G'night, Aiden"

He waited for him to leave to make the call. It was much, much longer than he had expected, and left him with a weird void at the mouth of his stomach. They hadn't been mad, just worried, and let him stay there for the night as long as he shows up again tomorrow. The cracks in his father's voice still resonated I his ears.

The kid curled into the absurd amount of blankets with a sigh. Well, that was at least over and done with. His eyes were still heavy, and the TV was nothing but white noise to him, so despite the bad taste he was quick to fall asleep

He felt so awful doing this. It was wrong. It could be dangerous, but... he just needed somewhere else, anywhere else to stay. It'd just be for a little while, they won't even notice!

Gideon sneaked into the house with the emergency key, doing as little sound as possible

@gleeful-northwest-fam

It was a nice house, clean, with a lot of floral and lightly colored decorations. It looked like Elliot had made it a home rather than just a house. On the walls, there were random things - paddles, guitars, and cool environment paintings. There were also a couple of shelves that had candles or small wooden trinkets. Pretty normal stuff. There was also evidence of a cat through the cat tree scratching post thing and food bowls. If that didn't hint him in, the cat which just... stared at him.... was sitting right in front of him.

The cat started screeching-

Which cued Elliot into coming in the room and snatching him up, "Viv! Quiet!" He says to his cat, who stops screaching, "What are you?..." Then he notices Gideon.

"Shit. What are you doing here, brat?"

[ddejavvu]

Ok you wrote somno with Eddie what about with Steve- KWNWIDBS

this post is 18+ and dark, minors dni.

HNNNGH okay so it happens at a sleepover at his house. you've been dating for a while, and you've had sex before, but you've been trying to see how long you can tease him tonight before he snaps.

he's kissing you voraciously, his tongue's in your mouth and practically down your throat, you're straddling his lap, your nose is almost smashed against his face, his hands are on your ass. it's hot and heavy, it's sloppy, it's hot, and you're about to make it even hotter.

"Steve," You whine, breaking away from the kiss as drool strings between you, "'M tired."

He'd never resent you for stopping before sex, but you can tell he's going to have some pent up frustrations to take care of from how much you've been teasing him. he tenses, lets you up with a quick pat on the bum, his hand lingering on the pink heart of your panties.

"Goin' to the bathroom," Steve excuses himself, clearly to take care of his hard-on.

"'Kay," You hum into the pillow you're now clutching, "Stevie?"

"Yeah?" He glances back at you, one eyebrow raised.

"Don't wake me up." You grin slyly at him, and you watch as he processes your words.

You're laying on your tummy, and you give your ass a little wiggle to hint him along.

"Oh you mean- oh." Steve realizes what you're saying, his eyes widening, "Like-? Like sex?"

"Yes," You giggle into the pillow, letting your eyes slip shut as you hear a breathy 'shit' from him, "Like sex. G'night Stevie."

"Night." He offers tensely, his eyes glued to the curve of your ass.

Now he has to play the waiting game.

He barely makes it twenty minutes. He's been grinding the heel of his palm into his dick through his pajama pants for three minutes now, and he swears if he keeps going he's gonna cream his pants. he's desperately trying to make sure you're deep enough asleep where he won't wake you up, because if Steve Harrington is anything it's a pleaser, and you specifically asked him not to.

But eventually he can't wait any longer, his eyes raking over your scantily-clad form, especially on your tits pressed against the mattress, and the soft curve of your cunt beneath your panties that's barely visible beneath your ass.

He pads over to the end of the bed, crawling over you to where he's hovering above. He leans down to press a quick kiss to your cheek, then he peels his pants away and strips his boxers off.

"Shit," He groans, his dick nearly smacking his stomach. He runs his fingers along the pad of your panties, dick only strained more when you wriggle unconsciously at the touch. You shiver and he loves it, loves the control he has over you.

His fingers press against your slit and push the fabric of your panties into the gush of slick long-since sat there. apparently your foreplay had done more than he thought it had, and he watches as the pink fabric darkens with arousal.

That makes it easy for him.

He peels your soaked panties away from your cunt, staring down appreciatively at your sopping wet pussy. if he'd known how big of a fantasy this is for you, he'd have suggested it himself.

Now all he can do is admire you, that is, until he remembers that he can also stuff you full of cum for you to wake up to.

He breaks out of his trance, though his eyes stay glued as much as possible to your cunt. He guides his dick to your entrance, arousal and excitement washing over him in waves as he hesitates only slightly. Then you let out a contented sigh into your pillow, nuzzling unconsciously further into the fabric, and he's ready.

He plunges into you far smoother than he expected to, your cunt absolutely dripping in wait of his cock. You always tell him he stretches you, that he's bigger than you'd ever imagined, but he's not quite sure he realizes how much he stretches you until now. until you let out a sharp whine in your sleep, your cunt clenching sloppily around him. He pauses, slowly lets you adjust to the feeling of being full, then bottoms out. Your hips rock forward on the mattress and your lashes flutter, and he waits to pull back out. When he does, though, he sets a steady pace, rocking his thick cock into your prepped cunt while you snooze below him.

"Fuck," He breathes, watching your cunt suck him in, "Wanted this for a while, huh?"

His voice is nowhere over a murmur, but Steve has a feeling you're too cozily asleep to have heard him if he was shouting. Your hips buck back into his needily as you sleep, your body begging for what you don't even know you're getting.

"Easy," He warns you, not that you can hear him, as he pushes your hips down onto the bed again, "There y'go, honey, dreamin' something nice?"

He brushes his hand down your cheek, then grips them both in one hand, turning your face up gently towards him. You don't even stir, limp in his grasp while he rocks into you.

"Sweet girl," He croons, leaning down to press a somewhat uncoordinated kiss to your lips, "Teasing me all day just for this, weren't you? Brat." The word is said affectionately, the way you love it.

What finally has him is the next word out of your mouth. It comes out in a desperate whine, your lips forming sweetly around his name.

"Steve!" You cry as he bottoms out inside of you, one hand tensing in the sheets that you've got grasped tightly, "Steve..."

He swears you've never sounded needier for him. You're trembling, your cunt spasming around his cock as he rocks mercilessly into you. All at once his orgasm takes him, jarring and catching him off guard after you moan his name. He spills into you, hot, thick spurts of cum pumping your sleeping form full.

He prides himself on there being no mess of yours to clean up, not really. All he has to do is keep your hips elevated while he slides your pretty pink panties back over your leaking cunt, then it can drip out of you and get caught by the fabric.

"G'night," Steve settles into bed beside you, the clean-up process delightfully quick. He wraps an arm around you, prompting you to roll over. You do, and apparently you're still needy, because you wrap your legs over one of his own, and your clothed core presses against his thigh. He can feel the mixture of his cum and yours soaking through his pants but he doesn't care, hooking a hand under your bum as he finally lets himself get rest beside you.

[alw4ysf0rev3r]

the witch and the boy || dean winchester

you and dean have know each other for half a year now. you always knew there was something there. he did too. but you guys just hid that love for each other as best friends.

you're a hunter just like sam and dean. but you're also a witch. dean's hatred towards all witches was prominent, but he made an exception for you. he didn't freak out or try to kill you, but yeah, he was a little weary after that. but it was sam. sam adored you for how much you cared about bobby, cas, dean, and him. he just couldn't believe how dean just let the fact you were a witch go over his head. and that's what started everything that night.

"dean! she's a witch. she could kill us all or get us involved in some witch-on-witch stuff!" "samuel fucking winchester i swear to god if you start this again." neither of them knew you could hear the conversation. this happened once or twice before but you could sense this fight was gonna be worse. last time you got involved you told dean you could fight you're own battles.

"trust me, i know. you proved that when we first met. but you don't have to. and sam... he's never like this, he's usually the one to sympathize with the-" he trailed off, "monsters dean. monsters." he freaked out then of all times. "no, no, no. y/n you're not a monster. why would you-" you started laughing. "baby boy trust me i know i'm not a monster. save that speech for sammy."

dean finally spoke after taking one of the plates from the table to the sink, but really quiet to the point you could barely hear him. "sammy, why do you care so much. i'm the one with the grudge not you. she's a good person. you know that. y/n saved us before she knew us."

when you guys first met, it wasn't at a diner or some macho god vs winchesters fight, one night, the boys and cas were fighting a large group of demons. nothing new. but they were outnumbered and even cas was having a difficult time taking them on. dean was about to be stabbed when he heard the demons drop one by one. he didn't see who, so he immediately thought it was cas. he saw a few knives fly towards the one to the right of him, the one pinning cas had his legs swept beneath him, then the one holding dean turned to you after you took a knife to his back. this demon was a pain in the ass. punches were thrown, a few kicks to the side of his head, and yours. finally it gave up and you exercised it. you moved the hair from your eyes and all the boys stood looking at you like you were the best hunter they'd seen (which you are) but at the same time, they had horror in their eyes. you took down a full room of demons with ease. and you weren't even using your powers. they didn't need to know that yet.

sam did that grunty-thingy he always does and whiped his face, mumbling something you couldn't hear. "she's a monster. she'll kill us all. you know how powerful she is." dean rolled his eyes from hearing this over and over and over again. "i don't care sam. y/n has done nothing but keep all of us in line and alive. you should be happy she's with us not arguing the same god damn argument!" he yelled. you slumped your back against the wall along the stairs, holding back tears.

"you really wanna risk us for her?" sam asked. "you know what sam? maybe i do. she's been there for me more that any of you have my whole life. she understands me without the judgement. i wouldn't wanna have anyone else by my side if something went wrong or hell, if something went right. if you have a problem with her you can leave. cuz i'm not leaving her. i made her that promise." he rolled his head around and started mumbling swears under his breath, then went to the coat rack and grabbed his lea ther jacket and keys, slamming the door behind him.

that's when you went to your room. sam smashed a few plates and then went to bed. see, that gut feeling was right. dean definitely cared but who knew that much? you cried for a while, and obviously knew you weren't gonna get sleep.

dean didn't get back until 3:46 a.m. he went to a bar and got drunk you assumed and when he got back you walked downstairs. "you good?" you saw him slouching and caught him as he missed the first step on the way up the stairs. "great." he responded with a smile and clear smell of whiskey on his breath. "here c'mon." you half-guided, half-carried him up the wooden staircase to his room which you migrated to around 1 earlier. "were you planning on stayin' in here sweetheart?" he asked, noting your spare blanket and charger you kept in his room. you gave him a slight chuckle. "i was." after you took off his shoes and placed his trash can next to his bed you started to leave. "hey. hey. you." you stopped in your tracks and looked back. "yeah dean?" he kinda stumbled on his words at first. "c-can you stay with me 'till i fall asleep?" after reaching the other side of the bed, you released a slight puff of air after hitting the matress. at first you wondered why he stumbled asking that question because he doesn't usually talk like that when he's drunk. so yay he's sobering up. but it's not like it's the first time you've spent the night in the other's room. it was normal for you two. that's when it hit you. a different way.

he turned around to look at you, which you were half on the wall and half on the bed. you raised your eyebrows at him and he knew that meant 'what?' "i'm sorry. for sam. i get it if you don't want to stay, i'm gonna leave if he keeps doing that." "dean, don't. i don't want the hardy boys spliting cuz of nancy drew. and i should be thanking you. you keep sticking up for me." "oh so you were listening?" he sassed. dean smiled. "that's my girl." you two looked at each other for a few seconds and that's what happened. he kissed you. or did you kiss him? you both kissed each other? doesn't matter.

you stopped him. "dean you're drunk. if you're gonna kiss me at least be sober enough to remember it." he rested his head against yours. "alright. g'night y/n." you looked into his apple green eyes before you kissed his forehead. "night dean." you shifted so your head met one of the two pillows dean kept, his met the other.

dean woke up before you. he showered (thank god) and picked up coffee and donuts. when you went downstairs you saw dean and walked towards the donuts, almost ignoring him. not because of the night before, you just didn't like mornings. he laughed and looked at you, taking a large gulp of his coffee. "so, we gonna talk about earlier?" you almost choked on your donut and said "what?" as your voice cracked. "just becuase i forget my abc's from time to time doesn't mean i didn't forget what we talked about and that we kissed y/n." you set down your food on a plate and walked over to him. "if you remember what's there to talk about dean?" you slightly squinted at him. he grabbed you by you're hips and swayed you two side to side. "well... i could ask you on a date. i mean we already have the chemistry and live together so,” “please you can't even spell chemistry." you smiled at him. he took his hands away and said, "wow. wow. ok. y'know y/n, i'm hurt. really." you walked back over to your food. "8 o'clock, movie and dinner. nothing fancy though. deal?" he looked at you with hope and love in his eyes. "deal. i'm just happy you didn't ask me with that cheesy knock knock joke." you fake gasped. "it's a great joke dean, get over it."

that’s when you knew he had your heart, and you had his.

[lu-undy]

Chapter 51 - SBT

Here it is!

Mundy sighed before resuming his seat. Lucien was on the other chair. 

"Have you had dinner?" The Frenchman asked. 

"No."

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" 

"Ok." 

Lucien gestured to a waiter who brought two menus. 

"Why are you doing this, Spook?" 

"I am following your advice. Oh, in case it wasn't clear for you, this dinner is on me, and I recommend the duck, it comes from good farms and I tried it myself, it is exquisite." 

Mundy frowned. 

"Ok."

The waiter came back. Lucien let Mundy place his order first.

"I'll go with the duck, please." 

"And I will go for the steak, medium rare, please."

The waiter took back the menus and went off. 

"You wanted to leave?" Lucien said. 

"Yeah. I just came to… to watch the show, it makes things a bit less boring." 

Lucien chuckled. 

"Remind me one day to teach you how to lie." 

"No." 

The dry answer made Lucien break. 

"What is it, Bushman?" 

Mundy was frowning and staring at the vase with the red rose standing between them. 

The waiter interrupted them and put their dishes on the table before disappearing. Mundy started eating without saying a word. 

"Mundy?"

He raised his hand to ask Lucien to stop talking, and continued eating. The Frenchman wanted to protest but didn't want to make it harder. He dug in his plate, frowning just like Mundy. He put his clenched fist against his cheek, with one elbow on the table. 

Lucien wanted to be brave. He raised his eyes to Mundy and his lips parted. He would tell him. Right there and right then! 

"Uh…" 

Mundy didn't even flinch.

Allez, Lucien, allez…

[Come on, Lucien, come on….]

Their dishes were done with and the time for dessert arrived.

"Any dessert for the gentlemen?" The waiter asked. 

Lucien's stomach was knotted tightly. 

"Non, merci."

[No thanks]

Mundy shook his head as well and the waiter disappeared, leaving the Aussie's chocolate dessert on the table between the two men. 

"Mundy…" Lucien slid his gloved fingers on the tablecloth to Mundy's hand. Mundy pulled it back quickly, as if it had the plague. 

"I'm off. Thanks for the food. And good show." The Aussie got up. 

"Non, Mundy, there is something I have to tell you." Lucien stood to his feet in a flash. 

"Look who we have here! The artist and his lovebird!" Arthur Duchemin came to their table, crashing in as delicately as an elephant in a porcelain shop.

"Arthur, pleasure to see you." Lucien resumed his cold-blooded behaviour and held his hand out for Duchemin to shake.

"Pleasure to see you too. I was waiting for you at my table but then I was told you were enjoying your dinner with your - oh…" 

Duchemin turned his head to Mundy but the Aussie had left the table and was out of the restaurant. 

"...partner? Is everything alright with him?" 

Lucien let his distress show. 

"My apologies Arthur, I need to do this." 

Duchemin was left there as the Frenchman ran after Mundy. 

"Mundy! Mundy, attends!"

[Mundy! Mundy, wait!]

The slamming of the van's door gave away Mundy's position and Lucien ran to it. 

"Mundy, you have to listen to me, there are things that I need to tell you!"

"No there aren't, now let me go. I'm fed up with your nonsense." 

"Non!" Lucien insisted. "Please! Just a handful of seconds! What is it going to cost you?" 

"You wouldn't understand. Now, back off of my van." 

"Non." Lucien was now angry. 

"Off. Of. My. Van. You don't want us to pick up a fight in front of Duchemin and his idiots."

"Try. Me." 

The Frenchman sounded as mad as the Aussie, who sighed. 

"Get in." 

Lucien went around and slipped in the van. He fastened his seatbelt and Mundy drove away. 

Lucien inhaled to speak. 

"Not yet. Not now. Shut up." Mundy brandished his index finger. Lucien sighed and leaned back on his seat. 

The drive lasted for hours, which almost put Lucien to sleep. Mundy needed to vent, drive fast and far. If he had been alone, he would have opened the window and shouted at the desert. He would have yelled his lungs out. 

But after two long hours of the engine rumbling in the desert, Mundy stopped the van and pulled the handbrake. 

Lucien inhaled to speak again. 

"Nope. Not yet, you keep your mouth shut. Listen to me and I won't repeat this, read it on my lips if your bloody deaf lying bastard self can't hear it: you stop your bullshit with me right here, right now, or I'll leave you in this desert and let me tell you, the paw prints you see on the ground are from hungry coyotes. Am I clear?" Mundy had growled, threateningly. 

"Oui." 

"English." 

"Come on, you know what 'oui' m-"

"English." Mundy insisted.

Lucien sighed. 

"Yes." 

"Good. Now you can speak."

"I may speak." Lucien corrected and Mundy might as well have shot real bullets out of his eyes. "And here is what I have to say, you feral, wild, animalistic, uncivilised and in all manners prehistoric Bushman."

"Yeah, what?" 

"The man I… feel for…"

Mundy sighed and let a hand sink from his brow to his chin. 

"Here we go again…"

"Non, Bushman, this time you shut your dirty mouth and let me speak. Turn on the light inside this van, I cannot see you."

"Oh was that all I needed to do, eh?"

"Bushman?" 

"Sit you in the dark and you talk sense? Was that it?"

"Bushman." 

"Why didn't you say that earlier?"

"Bushman!" 

Mundy flipped a switch and their eyes fell on each other’s. Lucien removed his gloves quickly and threw them down. 

"The man I… set my heart on…."

"Yeah?"

"I know that you have your heart set on a man." 

Mundy blushed and his eyebrows jumped as his body temperature soared. 

"What does it have to do with me?!" His voice jumped an octave up. 

"Now I am sure to have your attention. Listen here. I am quite certain that you know the dream you had about a man washing you in a bathtub was not a dream." 

"Hm." Mundy grumbled. "Might be."

"You heard everything I told you. And so you know."

"I know what? You were speaking in French!" 

Lucien raised an eyebrow. 

"So you did hear everything, hm?"

"Y-yeah. But you were speakin' in French so I didn't understand anything of it." 

Both of them sighed. 

"You asked me if it was strange only for you that I… lean on you or… put my hand on yours while my heart is already somewhere, hm?" Lucien asked. 

"Yeah." 

"Have you ever wondered where?" 

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter." 

"Bushman, have you ever thought that my heart might be on a man closer to you than you think?"

Mundy started thinking. Who was close to him?

"Maurice?" He asked. 

"Non." 

"Richard, the tailor?"

"Non! He has a wife and sons!"

"Glad to see you at least respect that… Eddy?" 

"Who the hell is that?" Lucien asked. "Non, whoever it is, non."

"Huh?!" Mundy gasped. "Duchemin?" 

"Non!" Lucien exclaimed. "Are you doing this on purpose?!" 

"No, I'm not! And in any case I don't want to know who they are!"

"Why not?" Lucien's voice was calm again, almost sweet. 

"If you know that I fancy a bloke, you might know who that bloke is." Mundy crossed his arms on his chest and looked the other way, through the window. He couldn't face Lucien.

"I do." 

"Then you know why I don't want to know who that guy is. I have unearthed my rifle back and I still know how to use it. But I don't want to waste bullets ridiculously like that." Mundy said. 

"I didn't imagine you were the jealous type…" Lucien said. 

"I'm not."

"Why would you use your rifle then?" 

"I'm the desperate type. The type that would rather run at Duchemin in broad daylight, kill him and end up killed rather than seeing you with - argh!" Mundy stopped mid-sentence and put his hands on his face to cover his shame. 

"Mundy?" 

"What now? Go ahead, say it. Say that I'm bloody idiotic, go on." 

"Non. And this is not why I have insisted to get in this van with you."

"Why then?" 

"Because you still haven't found who it is that I like even though you know more than enough about him." 

"Right…" Mundy straightened his back on his seat. "If I find who the bloke is, will you leave me alone?"

"As alone as you want." Lucien answered. 

"Okay. Go, tell me about him and I'll try and find out who it is." 

"What do you know about him?" 

"He's a bloke."

"Oui."

"He doesn't speak fluent French."

"Oui." 

"Uh… What else…? You told him that you fancied him but you did it in French and he didn't get it." 

"Oui… Do you remember when I found you in Duchemin's cell?"

"I have very vague souvenirs of it."

"Do you remember when I asked you to keep quiet?" 

"Yeah." 

"And you started rambling about Perle and all kinds of nonsense before cursing that man, do you remember that?"

"Vaguely…" 

"Do you remember what I answered?" Lucien asked, his heart started to beat faster in his chest. 

"No…" Mundy frowned but he couldn't think about it. "It's all mixed up and weird in my head." 

"Fine. I said 'Oui, damn him to hell and back because he cannot keep his mouth shut."

"Why would you say that? He wasn't with me, now was he?" 

"And when we were at the lake, and I told you that whatever I did with you, I did with him too, do you remember?" 

"Yeah, very weird thing to do, but yeah, I remember." 

"Have you seen me talk or do anything with anyone else?"

"No, but you're good with people, I've seen you at Duchemin's party and all… You could have friends I don't know about." 

"Mundy, I have travelled from the other end of the world to kill the man who killed my fiancée and son, do you think I had in mind to fall in love with anyone?" 

"N-no, I don't know…" 

"So, you now surely know who it is."

Mundy's head turned to Lucien in a flash. 

"How the hell did any of this help?! I don't know who that bloke is and you've messed up with my head more than you've helped! Y'know what? I'm tired of you, get out."

"But Mundy-?!"

"Get out! C'mon! Chop, chop!" Mundy bent on his side and opened Lucien's door. He whistled. "Out!" 

Lucien got off. 

"Now, g'night, and I hope I'll never see you again. You can take your lies and yer nonsense, and piss off. I'm done with you." 

"Mundy-?!"

"Bugger off!" 

The Aussie shut his door and drove the van back towards the city. He drove for about an hour, thinking about nothing but the rage that Lucien seemed to build up in him constantly. When he talked to him, it hurt, when he didn't talk to him, it hurt, when he even just saw him, it hurt! Could he fucking leave his head?! 

A few hours later Mundy stopped the van. He was parked at his usual spot next to the lake. 

He was tired and needed a good night of sleep. He exited the front of his van to get in the back, and got a change quickly before climbing up the ladder to his bunk bed. 

He laid on his back for a while, watching the starry sky through the ceiling window, and sighed. 

Well that was it. Tomorrow, he would go to try and get Duchemin again. If he died while trying, so be it. He was tired of everything. He was tired of his life, of his friends, of everything. He just wanted it to stop. 

He rolled on his side and buried himself under the blanket. Nothing would get to him there. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to fall asleep. 

As if he could. 

His brain was buzzing in all kinds of directions to try and stop his heart from screaming too loud. 

He had left Lucien, his impeccable, custom-made suit, and his irresistible eyes in the middle of the desert to the coyotes. Wasn't that a bit extreme? 

"Fuck… He doesn't stand a chance…" He said to himself under the blanket. 

He knew Lucien could get himself out of trouble in human form, but what about wildlife? Turning invisible won't help, the beasts could still smell him and his expensive perfume! 

Mundy moved the blanket away from his head. 

"Bugger…" 

He was about to let a man die just because he was… annoying? That, and all the rest in fact. It turned out that Lucien did nothing else but talk about that bloke he loved. It's an obsession alright! And he did that to Mundy, whom he knew loved him! What kind of cruelty was that?!

Mundy sighed. But he felt the mattress of his bed sink further down on its own. 

"What the - ARGH?! What the fuck are you doin' here?! How the hell did you get in?!" 

"You left your backdoor open. Now, scoot over, I might be lean but you have broad shoulders. And don't take so much of the blanket! It is rather cold…"

Lucien had tucked himself in Mundy's bed as comfortably as if it was his own. 

"How did you get here?! I left you miles away!"

"I never really left your van."

"What?! Yeah, you did, I pushed you out!"

Thanks to the ceiling window and the moonlight, Mundy could see Lucien was lying down with his shirt open and trousers.

"Oui, you did, but as you turned to drive away, I simply had to hold on to that ladder that you have outside of your van, to go to the rooftop. When you stopped, I thought I would have to pick the lock of your backdoor but it was open, as if you were waiting for me." He smirked. 

"Oi, oi, oi, wait, ok, alright. Now this is somethin' else. Get out of my bed and get dressed, I'll drive you back to your hotel." Mundy tried to sit up and move but Lucien was in the way. 

"Oh, if you prefer the comfort of my bed, then sure."

"What?! No, you wanker! I didn't mean it that way!"

"Mundy?"

"What?"

"Lie back down."

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

"You have tried getting rid of me and look what happened? I am about to sleep with you."

Mundy blushed so hard, he felt the steam come out of his ears. He lied down in a flash and Lucien scooted over closer to him. Each was lying on their side, looking at the other. 

"What d'you want? You-you're everywhere, it's unbearable."

"Non, please…" Lucien spoke with such a soft voice and put his hand on Mundy's cheek, brushing it slowly. His eyes shone shyly under the moonlight, revealing his wide pupils. "I am just trying to spend time with the man who loves me…"

"Yeah, well, doesn't make a difference to you, does it? Cause-"

"And whom I love."

Mundy's breath cut sharp and all of his nervous system broke. He couldn't move anything in his body. 

"W-what did you say?" 

"I followed your advice and I told the man who I love clearly, that I love him."

"W-what?" 

"Who else but you were there at Duchemin's for me to curse when you didn't shut up? To whom else but you would I do this…?" Lucien's thumb brushed the Aussie's paralysed cheek all the way down to his chin. "There is no one else but you to whom I show something else than contempt, disdain, or blind rage."

"Are you serious?" Mundy's eyes were open wide and he couldn't feel his body below him.

"I couldn't be more serious, Mundy. I never got into any fist fights with anyone for the nonsense they say, only you get to my nerves so well. I guess it is because I care a bit more when things affect you. Ah, you may ask Victoria too if you don't believe me. She was the first one to know about my feelings for you, after myself that is." 

"What the hell…?"

"By the way, all the songs I have sung at the Queen Victoria, I have sung them to you, for you. And if I end up in tears, it is because I know that I cannot be with you."

"Well, you are now…" 

"Would you rather I went away? If my presence or my feelings are in any form a burden to you, I shall take my leave, and if it is better still for you that you don't see me ever again, I will make myself scarce."

"Hold on, if you love me, why're you so jumpy to go away?" 

"Because I love you more than I can bear myself. Making me happy is something that I simply cannot do. But making you happy is all I ever think about."

Mundy put his hand on top of Lucien's, on the Aussie's cheek. 

"Say it then." 

"Mundy-"

"Please, say it." 

Lucien shut his eyes for a second and when he opened them again, Mundy could clearly see them glimmering. He was holding tears back.

"Mundy?" He looked up at him.

"Y-Yeah?" 

Lucien slid his hand behind Mundy's head, through his long hair. The Aussie stared at him. 

"M-Mundy, I… If I say it, there is not turning back, I will doom the both of us. " 

"No, you won't, I'm here with you, I won't let anythin' get to you, to… us." Mundy put a hand on Lucien's side and it sent a wave of shivers, like pins and needles, all across Lucien's body.

"Mundy, I am warning you I-"

"Ssh… Stop bein' scared. You're not in my bed with me for that. Tell me what you have in there." Mundy poked Lucien's chest that he saw rising and falling fast. 

"Fine… Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Mundy put his forehead against Lucien's.

"We might die soon."

"Then you'd better hurry." Mundy found Lucien's hand and held it. They were sharing the same pillow, forehead against forehead, and could hear the other's pounding heartbeat through their breaths.

"Mundy…?" 

"Yeah?"

"I… I love you…" Lucien lowered his head and burst out sobbing against Mundy's chest. The Aussie laced his arms around him and pulled him to himself. 

"It's alright… It's ok… Listen, you did nothin' wrong, I… I love you too, mate, I… Fuck…"

Mundy buried his head in Lucien's hair and inhaled the perfume that made his head spin, while the poor Frenchman dried his tears on Mundy's tee-shirt.

"Pardon my sentimentality…"

"Here." Mundy grabbed a tissue from the box lying at the corner of his bed. 

"Merci." Lucien cleaned himself and threw it away before looking up at Mundy. "Does it not… scare you?"

"What? You? Nah, you're tiny, you wouldn't scare a fly, mate." 

"Mundy." 

"No, ok, no, nothin' scares me. Actually I'm quite relieved. It was weighin' a lot on me."

"I am sorry."

"Not your fault." 

"Oui, it was. I have been a coward. I should have been clearer with you." 

"It's ok." Mundy rolled to lie on his back and he felt Lucien shift on the bed. He ended up with his head on Mundy's shoulder and a hand on his cheek, his fingers through the hair and lightly scratching the Aussie's scalp.

"It does feel strange." Lucien said. 

"What?" 

"I feel like my days with you are numbered. There is this invisible anvil floating above my head. I am merely waiting for it to fall. But when it does fall, it will crush me to my death and leave you alone."

"Told you already."

"Huh?" Lucien raised his head and Mundy lowered his. Their eyes met. 

"We'll make it and get you out of your problem. You'll live very long after we're done with Duchemin." 

"I would love to believe you." Lucien said. 

Mundy bent down and put his lips on Lucien's forehead. 

"I promise." He pulled Lucien's hair away from his forehead and left a kiss there. "But first, we gotta sleep."

"My offer still stands." Lucien said. 

"Your offer?" 

"My hotel's comfortable bed rather than this… rustic and narrow one." 

"Don't start complainin', posh man. I prefer it when you're sweet and cute."

"I am not cute, Mundy. You may say that of a young girl, but I am an old man."

"Yeah, you're cute, now quit talkin' and let me sleep. You should sleep too." 

"Take it back."

"Take what back?" Mundy chuckled. 

"You know what." Lucien looked up at the man his heart beat for. 

"Ugh, fine, you're not cute… Happy? Now, can I sleep?" 

"May I sleep." Lucien corrected. 

"Shut up already, you chatterbox." Mundy chuckled and looked down at Lucien. 

The Frenchman propped himself up on his forearms. 

"Make me." 

"Alright, you looked for it. C'mere…" Mundy took Lucien's chin and pulled it down to himself. When their lips met, it felt as though it was something they had yearned to do forever. Mundy blushed beyond his ears as he hoped he wasn't too rusty, while Lucien just pushed his lips down on Mundy's. He didn't want to take things too fast, so a rather chaste kiss would do. 

Their lips finally parted and they stared at each other, Lucien's head above Mundy's, his salt and pepper hair flowing down beautifully. Mundy raised his hands slowly, hesitantly, and slid them left and right on Lucien's face, his palms on the Frenchman's cheeks and his fingers sinking through his silky locks. Lucien closed his eyes and arched his eyebrows. 

"Wow…" Mundy couldn't believe he was holding a man that handsome in his hands. And he had just kissed him! "Y-you're gorgeous…" 

Lucien opened his eyes slowly, his eyelashes brushing the still air in the van. He smiled.

"Merci. And you have a kind of charm that I cannot get enough of, that simplicity, that honesty, and a naivety that I find particularly touching."

Mundy smiled and it was a sight to behold for the Frenchman's eyes. It was one of those liberating, earnest grins. Lucien didn't see the man who lived to avenge his parents there, non, he only saw the man who loved him and whom he loved.

"Can I… kiss you again? Please?" Mundy's voice was a husky whisper in the intimacy of the van. 

"May I kiss you again." Lucien corrected with a smile. "And please, I am all yours." 

Mundy smiled and pulled Lucien's head to his, between his palms. He screwed his eyes shut when he felt the thin and warm lips of the Frenchman on his. He couldn't help grinning like an idiot and Lucien felt it. He smiled too.

"Thanks…" Mundy said when their lips parted. 

Lucien added a quick peck and Mundy's ears fluttered. 

"All the pleasure is mine." He laid his head on Mundy's shoulder, his hand went on his chest and Lucien even slid a leg between Mundy's. 

"Oh, wow, ok…" Mundy chuckled, surprised to be latched on like that by Lucien. He held his hand in his own, on his own chest and smiled. "Uh… Spook?"

"Oui?" Lucien answered with his eyes closed. 

"Love ya." 

The Frenchman's smile widened as his head rose and fell to the rhythm of Mundy's breath.

"I love you too, mon loup." 

"Hope that means somethin' nice."

"It means 'my wolf'."

"Oh, right… Can I call you names like that too?"

"Oui, you may." 

"Right…" 

"What do you want to call me then?" Lucien spoke with a sleepy voice. 

"Lu'." 

"Lu'?" Lucien repeated. 

"Yeah. I like your name, it's special and it sounds like nothing else." Mundy answered. 

"Fair enough. I can be Lu' and you are my 'loup'. How does that sound?"

"Sounds great, yeah. Although… you sound sleepy as all hell." Mundy chuckled. 

"Not my fault. Your shoulder is the most comfortable pillow, mon loup." 

"Oi! I'm not just a pillow, eh?" 

"Non, you're not, don't worry." Lucien left a peck on Mundy's shoulder. "I wish you a good night, Mundy."

"Yeah, g'night to you too, Lu'."

Mundy adjusted the blanket on both of them and closed his eyes. Feeling Lucien's fingers interlacing between his, he fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

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The tagging didn't work either, the reason being probably tumbrl being tumbrl lol xD Also now that I woke up I noticed several things that needed fixing so yeah, here's him again but softer lines, transparent, + version with no bg :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH @sztefa001 I LOVE HIM!!!!  I would have put it normally but it won’t let me for some reason :< BUT I LOVE IT !!! 

[uno-reverse-fic]

Part 2 Chapter 6

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. You tried to stretch, but found that you were still pressed against Kirshima's neck. Beads of sweat rolled down your forehead as you struggled to escape, but soon enough you jumped at the rumble of laughter that came out of Kirshima's throat. His voice vibrated around you as he spoke,

"Oh geez stop, please! That tickles a lot!" You froze, surprised by the sheer volume of his voice. Kirshima pulled you away from him, pinching your sides in between his forefinger and thumb while lifting you into the air. You winced at the sudden movement and the nearly crushing hold he had around you.

"How bout we go get breakfast huh?" He asked, raising you to his face. You tried your best not to show your pain, you didn't want to feel more insignificant than you already were, and you definitely didn't want one of your best friends to think you were weak. You nodded to him, your eyes trailing to the pillow that was far below your dangling feet. He moved to get up, tightening his grip around your sides to make sure you didn't slip from his grasp. You curled up slightly, the pain more intense then it should have been. Your sides and chest had been some of the worst sore spots on your body from two weeks ago, but Kirshima didn't know that, and you weren't about to out your weaknesses to him. He dropped you into his shirt pocket, before sliding on a headband and walking downstairs. You tried to poke your head out of the pocket to look around, but you were too small and couldn't reach. All you could do was sit and listen.

"Hey bro! What's up?" You heard Kaminari say.

"Nothing much, just tired." Kirshima replied, you could feel his voice vibrating through his chest behind you. The two sat down to eat and Kirshima reached into his pocket to take you out. His fingers once again found their place against your sides and you were pinched between them before he lifted you into the air. You could feel their gazes locked on you and you shifted awkwardly.

"Here, ya want something to eat?" Kirshima said placing you down next to his plate. Your mouth watered at the massive plate of bacon and eggs in front of you. You began to climb onto the plate, touching a piece of bacon lightly with your hand before looking up to Kirshima who gave a nod of approval. You ripped off a piece of the bacon and sunk your teeth into it, your mouth watering even more from the taste. Your eyes rolled back in your head as the flavor filled your mouth. Bacon was your favorite food. You didn't notice that Kaminari's eyes were trained onto your back as you ate.

Bakugo trudged downstairs, his pent-up frustration about to overflow. He desperately needed to talk to Kirshima again. Kirshima had always been his output when it came to venting, he was trustworthy and hadn't ever told a soul about any secrets that had been disclosed to him. As he scooped scrambled eggs onto his plate he glanced around the room, and his eyes landed on you. You were perched on the edge of Kirshima's plate, completely focused on your food and oblivious to anything happening around you. He sighed, realizing that he'd end up scaring you if you noticed him. He walked over anyways. You didn't seem to notice him at first, and he finally turned his gaze from you to Kirshima.

"Hey Bakubro what's up!" Kirshima chirped.

"Nothing much, I just wanted to talk with you later today." Bakugo responded.

"Oh alright! After school then, your room?" Kirshima asked.

"Sure." Bakugo replied. Before walking off he glanced at you, and your wide, fearful, eyes were locked onto him, you were frozen in terror. Bakugo turned and left, but as he was rounding the corner he turned back to see you quickly stumbling towards Kirshima.

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest. You hadn't noticed Bakugo until he started speaking, and at that point the looming shadow over you had become clear. Even after he had left you were still trembling, pressed into Kirshima's hands like the pathetic wimp you were. You couldn't help it though, he was terrifying, in fact everything at this size was terrifying. Yet you held yourself together, as best you could anyway.

"You good bro?" Kirshima asked.

"Y-yea." You stammered.

"Let's head up to my room, I gotta get ready for school anyway." He said, standing up and walking off.

Kirshima slid you into one of his drawers while he got dressed. He pulled you out once he was done, and set you on the dresser, while he did his hair in the mirror. He slid his backpack on and grabbed you, pinching your sides in between his fingers again, unaware of how much it hurt when he did that.

"Ready?" He asked, you nodded in response. He dropped you into his blazer pocket and started off towards the main school building.

The day was agonizingly long, you sat in Kirshima's desk for most of it, having found you prefer the inside of a desk to the vast open room outside. The constant glances from your classmates didn't help either. You ended up falling asleep for half an hour, leaning up against a pencil case, but other than that the morning was uneventful. Lunch came and went all the same, with the exception of your size of course, and after that another boring couple of hours in the classroom. You had completely forgotten about your encounter with Bakugo this morning and therefore had forgotten about their meeting, so you were quite confused when Kirshima said he'd be back in a few hours.

"I'm just going across the hall to hang out with Bakugo." He told you,

"Yea but could you at least put me on the floor or something rather than in a drawer?" You said.

"Fine, just be careful alright?" He said lowering you to the ground, he crouched in front of you and gave your head a light pat with his index finger before he stood up and started leaving. You tried not to look at his towering form as he stood to his full height.

"Be back soon!" He said, closing the door behind him. You originally thought that being on the floor would be better since there would be more places to explore, but looking at the massive size of everything around you you started to grow sick, and began thinking that maybe the drawer had been the better option. There's was a sweatshirt across the room that you could hide in, or curl up in for a nap, so you started trekking over towards it. It took you a lot longer than you had expected but eventually you found yourself climbing across the mound of warm fabric. You slid into one of the sleeves and spread out in there.

Through the wall you could hear the faint sounds of Kirshima and Bakugo talking in the other room, but nothing more than a few muffled sounds. After a little while you heard Bakugo yell, quite loud too because you heard every word he screamed,

"I SWEAR TO GOD KIRSHIMA IF YOIU SAY ANYTHING TO HER—" Some confusion littered your brain but you didn't dwell on it too much. Instead you decided to drift off to sleep, and you didn't wake up until you heard the loud, and fairly frantic shuffling of Kirshima looking for you.

"Surō?! Oh god did something happen while I was gone? Oh crap what if she's hurt, or worse!" He exclaimed, searching under his dresser with his hand.

"I'm over here." You called to him, tiredness evident in your voice. You slowly trudged towards him, and he darted over to you, dropping to a crouch and quickly scooping you into his hands.

"Are you ok?" He asked, his eyes scanning you for any injuries, unaware he was hurting you himself. His finger pressed hard into your chest, and you wheezed out an answer,

"I'm fine, I was sleeping, could you get off of me, I cant breathe."

"Oops, sorry." He said, removing his thumb from your chest.

"I'm gonna grab some dinner, you wanna stay here or come with me?" He asked.

"I'd rather stay here for now." You told him.

"Ok, I guess I'll be back soon again." He said, placing you on the bed before heading downstairs. He came back soon enough with the food, and the two of you talked and ate.

Before long you found yourself once again waiting for Kirshima to return from showering. When he came back, sleep was evident on his face, and he wasted little time collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"G'night." He slurred, clearly tired, and you let out a small laugh. You climbed over towards him and placed your hand on his nose,

"G'night Kirshima." You said, his hand came up behind you, and pressed against your back. You were pinned at the waist between his hand and the bridge of his nose. You felt—and heard—a laugh of his own bubble up from deep within his chest,

"Bakugo would kill me if he knew what we were doing." He said.

"Why do you say that?" You asked, confused.

"Oh it's nothing, forget I said anything. I was just talking to myself I guess." He replied nervously.

"Sure," You told him, though you were going to do anything but forget. Kirshima's words rang in your head as you drifted off to sleep. Slumping forward against his nose, you felt your eyelids grow heavy, and soon you dad drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

You woke up the next day with pain flowing down your back from sleeping in such an awkward position all night, Kirshima woke a few seconds later at the sound of his alarm clock. He stretched, before moving silently out of bed and heading downstairs without you. Quite glad at the fact that he didn't assume you'd rather go with him, you stretched yourself and sat up. He came back a few minutes later with some food for the both of you.

The same daily routine followed breakfast, he put you in a drawer while he slid his clothes on, grabbed his backpack and you, and set off towards school for morning classes. The day went by quite similar to yesterday and you found yourself taking yet another nap spread out inside Kirshima's desk. By the time lunch came you were starving, and grateful for the taste of food once again. The afternoon would have gone by smoothly had those two dreaded words not have escaped from Aizawa-sensei's mouth,

"Fight training." Yet another day spent inside a locker room was to come for you, or at least thats what you assumed.

"Deru, you'll be spending the afternoon with me." Your teacher said.

"Great, that's even worse, and more awkward, than a stinkin locker room" You thought to yourself.

"The rest of you, get changed and head over to Gym Gamma." Kirshima pulled you from his pocket and handed you to Aizawa

"See ya later Surō!" Kirshima called as he ran out the door. Your teacher set you down on one for the desks before speaking,

"You would be getting extra lessons but im too tired, so do whatever you want I guess, just don't get yourself killed." He said before pulling his sleeping bag out and zipping himself up into it. You decided to finish your nap from earlier, so you spread out on the desk and tried your best to fall asleep, but alas to no avail.

Before you knew it your classmates began pouring into the room, and a few of them crowded around where you were.

"Awww she's so cute when she's sleeping!" Mina said, assuming you weren't awake. You sat up and glared at her, who immediately backed up in embarrassment. Kirshima stumbled into the room, clearly exhausted and quite injured.

"Didn't All Might tell you to head to Recovery Girl's office?" Iida asked Kirshima.

"Yea, but I gotta take care of somethin real quick." He slurred, staggering over to the desk where you sat. He looked pretty beaten up, and you assumptions were confirmed about his physical status when he spoke,

"Hey so trainin was a bit rough on me t'day, you'll hafta stay with Kaminari t'night mkay?" He asked, his words seemed to merge together with exhaustion. You nodded hesitantly at him, and he placed his finger roughly against your back in an apologetic way, making you stumble forward a bit. He then made his way over to kaminari to ask him the same thing before leaving the room, clearly about to collapse from over-exertion.

"Alright class dismissed." Your teacher called, everyone started leaving and soon you were the only one left into the classroom, that is until Kaminari frantically burst back into the room, scooped you up, and left, apologizing profusely along the way back to the dorms.

Kaminari sat you on his head while he piled food onto his plate for dinner. Mina and Sero sat at the table with him, and you were the dead center of their attention, which you despised. You tried your best to avoid their gazes as you ate, but it was more difficult than you had hoped for. Soon Mina and Sero got up and went to their rooms, leaving you alone with Kaminari.

"Let's go sit outside! We can talk or something, I don't know." He shrugged and scooped you into his hand without giving you a chance to protest. The two of you sat outside, Kaminari stroked your back with his finger, he didn't seem to notice the silence that had presented itself. A few questions and answers popped up every now and then but otherwise it was quiet. After a little while Mina called from inside,

"KAMINARI, COME ON WE NEED YOU! WE'RE LOOSING IN MARIOKART!"

"BE RIGHT THERE!" He called back, before turning to you,

"I'll be right back, stay here." He said, placing you down and running inside. You didn't have time to even process what had happened before it was too late and you were locked outside.

So you waited.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes soon turned into hours, before you knew it, it was dark outside. Kaminari had left you outside. Alone. You decided it would be better to wait by the door, closer to the building, just to be on the safe side. You curled up on the cold concrete, and felt exhaustion overcome your senses. Soon you had passed out into yet another dreamless sleep.

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Oh fun I got this done early! So I guess I’ll be starting the next chapter now! This is gonna be fun. I have a few ideas for next chapter so I’ll probably start after I post this one. Ok thats all have a beautiful day you beautiful person!

MASTERLIST

[i-write-nsfw-sometimes]

Anxceit - Quarantine (Nsfs)

Virgil notices that Janus is stressed.... whatever shall they do?

Child!Roman, child!Remus, parent!Virgil, parent!Janus

Virgil smiled, feeling slightly tired themself as they tucked in their son

"Goodnight Roman, I love you."

"Night Renny!" The boy  chimed. Virgil closed the door as they left, moving into the green room  to say goodnight to their other son

"I don't want to go to sleep!" Remus stomped, Virgil smiled a tight smile and bent down to speak to Remus at eye level

"Why don't you want to go to sleep bud?" Remus pouted

"I'm not sleepy." The yawn that followed said otherwise.

"Well, Mr. Octopus wants to sleep Remus, you wouldn't want him to lose his cuddle buddy would you?" Remus hummed in thought

"No..." Virgil smiled softly

"How about this, you cuddle Mr. Octopus and I'll read you two a bedtime story." Remus stroked his chin,

"Yes yes... that sounds cool." Virgil wanted to laugh, but saved it to lead their son to  his bed, tucking him in with his stuffed animal. They grabbed a book,  clearing it with Remus as they put on their reading glasses before reading

Virgil closed the door  silently, blinking wearily as they realized how tired they truly were.  They turned sighing at the light still coming from Janus' office. They  removed their glasses and blinked, they really wanted to go to sleep  but.... Janus needed them... normally Virgil needed Janus to pull them  out of their work, now Virgil needed to be there for their husband.... Virgil wanted to be there for Janus... and they could guess what would happen if they walked into that office.

'Just one more to take care of'

They rolled their  shoulders before walking to the door, creaking it open to see Janus  laying his head on the desk. Virgil closed the door and walked in quietly, feeling pity for  their husband as he barely raised his head, poor thing had been working  all day, running on caffeine and spite, working online was really getting to him.

"Are you ok darling?" Janus grumbled, turning his head to the side so Virgil could hear his response

"I have another meeting  and then I need to finish a spreadsheet.... then I'll be ok." Virgil  hummed, walking over to kiss Janus' head

"How long until your next meeting?" Janus looked up, pulling Virgil down for a kiss

"Thirty minutes.... I  hate to ask but... I just really need you face down on this desk. I enjoy taking my time with you  but right now I am just so pent up that I feel like I might explode  and-" Virgil held up a hand to silence Janus

"Of course we can  darling. Let me get the door. Just lube my hole and your dick and I should be ok." To most this interaction would seem strange, but this was completely normal for the two as they tried to be intimate as often as they could, especially with two curious children running around. Janus nodded, quickly pulling down his boxers. Virgil  locked the door before removing their own boxers and panties.  Janus had already put on a condom and quickly pushed Virgil down onto  the desk

"Sorry if I am a little rough, but we are on a time limit." Virgil's giggle trailed off into a strained moan as Janus pushed in

"That's fine love, you  can move faster if you want." Janus hummed, beginning a punishing pace,  focusing on releasing all of his frustration.

"You're so good kitten, so perfect for me. Thank you so much~" Virgil let out breathy laughter

"I should... fuck... I should be thanking you... This feels so fucking good~" Janus chuckled, glancing up at the time

"You did always like it rough. Tomorrow is a Virgil pamper day..." Virgil smiled,

"Nope, tomorrow I'm  taking care of you... I'll sabotage your alarm so you get some goddamn  rest." Janus hummed and moved Virgil's shirt, leaning down to bite at  Virgil's shoulder.

"You are such a perfect  little thing. You took care of the boys all day and was most likely  going to come in here and help me with the spreadsheet weren't you?"  Virgil blushed and pouted

"Don't at me scrub lord." Janus laughed

"If you have the ability  to call me scrub lord then obviously I'm not going fast enough." Virgil  stuck out their tongue. Janus huffed, tweaking their nipples roughly  before speeding up. Virgil turned their head to bite their sleeve,  moaning into the fabric "Better?" Virgil nodded eagerly "Well I hope it  is because we have 20 minutes, Virgil squeaked before pushing back into  Janus' thrusts "Well isn't someone in a hurry." Virgil moaned into their arms as Janus continued thrusting hard and fast.

"Master please.... please let me come...." Janus smirked

"Go ahead kitten, I  won't make you beg today." Virgil let out an obscene moan into the  fabric as they clenched around Janus, white coating the condom as Janus  growled, coming into the condom soon after. He pulled out slowly,  enjoying the tightness for a second longer

"How long until your meeting?" Virgil panted, glancing at Janus as he pulled up his boxers

"Seven minutes, come  back in once you're cleaned up and we can cuddle while I do my  spreadsheet." Virgil gave a quick nod, wincing as they pulled up their  panties. Janus didn't notice how much time had passed, but his meeting  was moving slower than usual. He smirked as Virgil crept into the room,  setting a mug of tea near Janus before moving to sit in their desk near  the window with their own mug. Virgil put on their glasses, typing  ferociously as if they would die if they didn't get all the words down. A  couple times they would grab a calculator and type in something before  continuing their typing spree.

Janus wanted to ask what  they were doing, but it wasn't like he could mute himself. He was the  head of the branch so his input was necessary. He let out a dramatic  sigh as he leaned back, the call was done and Janus was happy he was so  close to being done, all he had to do was that stupid spreadsheet, he  would probably have to convince Virgil that he didn't need the other to  stay up with him.

"Bed time." Virgil walked over, slamming the computer shut. Janus didn't want to admit that his eyes screamed in relief

"But I still need to finish-" Virgil interrupted

"The spreadsheet, yes.  Well I did it for you from your account, now bed time." Janus smiled  fondly, removing Virgil's reading glasses to set them on the desk

"What would I do without you?" Virgil smiled warmly, leaning into Janus

"Well for one, you would  still be working and not taking a break. Two, Remus would never had met  his brother. Three-" Janus chuckled, silencing Virgil with a kiss

"I get it I get it. I'm off tomorrow, so I'll take care of the kids while you take a rest." Virgil shook their head

"Nope! You are at least  going to sleep in, I promised the boys a movie night with some dinner so  both of us can catch a break, I plan on making them a pillow fort so  they don't argue like last time. Now you are going to relax and take care of yourself  tomorrow. Full self care day." Janus smiled fondly

"Fine fine. But I am going to treat you once I don't want to rip off some heads." Virgil chuckled, kissing Janus' forehead

"If you say so, now...  let's get you to bed big boy." Janus chuckled, turning off the lights as  he let himself be led to the bedroom

"Let me check on the  boys then I promise I'll join you." Virgil sighed, but shrugged,  allowing Janus to head towards Remus' room, easing the door open to see  Remus sprawled out... fast asleep. Janus smiled, closing the door before  opening Roman's door, chuckling at the small light under the blanket.  He walked in and pulled back the covers to see Roman drawing.

"Oh... Dad.... I didn't... I didn't hear you come in..." Janus sighed, sitting on Roman's bed

"Well I didn't expect you to be awake. Growing knights need their rest." Roman sighed, moving his notebook

"You're right... can I have a hug?" Janus smiled, hugging Roman tightly.

"Now let's get you all  nice and snuggled up." Janus tucked Roman in, passing him his dragon  stuffed animal "Good night my little Prince, I love you." Roman yawned

"Night Dad, I love you  too." Janus closed the door, shuffling to the bathroom before returning  to the bedroom. Virgil was sprawled out on the bed, they scooted over to  let Janus under the covers before cuddling up close to him.

"G'night Dee, I love you." Janus pulled them closer, kissing their forehead

"I love you too Stormcloud, goodnight."

[tf2monsterau]

Wholesome spy dad but monsters? HmmmmMMMMM?

Ask and you shall receive! Also this is going to be done in writing so...... hope you don't mind! And I hope you like it.

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Fatherhood, it wasn't something he expected, nor was it something he asked for, but here he was, checking up on his only son.

Scout had been sleeping in the bathroom ever since it had began snowing. He claimed and insisted that it was completely fine for him to sleep outside in the lake, but that was before Spy had found him face first, in the snow, during a blizzard, trying to find some warmth, right outside the door. Ever since, he's been sleeping in the nice warm bath water of the RED base and was NOT allowed to go outside or work. As a result of his stubbornness, the Merman now had the flu.

He remembered how the events had went clearly.

Spy knew his kid almost as good as his mother and brothers, so he expected him to change his mind last minute.

How he WISHED he would have.

He had no prior knowledge of the blizzard, none of them did. So Spy ended up panicking when the winds picked up. He'd realised his son was outside.

The Cecelia rushed to grab his jacket and his boots, filing the door open to find Scout before the weather got worse.

He didn't travel far. Just a few feet before he saw his child passed out and as pale as the snow, in barely anything but the bandages around his arms, a pair of earmuffs, and a scarf.

This terrified Spy.

He put his hand under his son's chin and the other on one of his gills. Thankfully he was breathing, and his gills were opening and closing. But It was slow. It was very slow.

Spy slowly picked Scout up in his arms and wrapped him in his jacket, hoping it would protect him from the biting cold. He wasn't about to loose his kid. He held him tightly, as if he would fly away if he let go. Then began heading back to the base.

His fins on his ears were cold to the touch, and his scales were frozen, making his usually fluid movement difficult. His dorsal and tail fin were completely frozen, the water having helped freeze it.

Spy quietly opened the door, Scout's head now resting on his shoulder, and was using Spy's jacket as a blanket. But that was instantly put up, as were Scout's earmuffs and scarf, as both were covered in snow.

"Bloody hell. Is the boy alright?" Engineer asked as he tried to light a fire. This caused Pyro to look at their friend in shock, they were watching Engie try to light it.

Spy nodded "He's breathing, but he's as cold as ice." As pure parental instinct kicked in, he held his boy tighter. "I'm going to go put him in the tub, I need you and Pyro to light the fire. "

"Well, I'm trying to light it, but this goddamn spell won't work." Engineer huffed as he held up the spell book. Spy pointed at the line of text, making the Texan realise he was reading the wrong spell. "Oh." He muttered, causing Pyro to laugh.

Spy rolled his eyes and carried Scout into the bathroom and placed him in the tub, then turned on the tap and slowly let the tub fill with warm water. The water from the tap instantly hit Scout's face and he woke up with a start, his forehead hitting the tap as he got up "FUCK!"

"Profanity."

"FUCK YOUR PROFANITY, THIS SHIT HURTS!" Scout shouted to Spy as he moved away from the tap and leaned against the side of the tub. Once the pain went away, he looked at his surroundings "What- how did I-?"

"I carried you." Spy huffed, he crossed his legs and was about to reach for his cigarettes when he remembered 'SHIT my kid has asthma.' and favored putting his hand in his pocket instead.

The two were in an awkward silence for a bit before Scout silently said "Thanks, you know, you didn't have to."

Spy raised an eyebrow "I didn't have to what? Make sure you didn't freeze to death?"

Scout rolled his eyes "Yeah, what ever."

"Scout, you're my child, I'm not going to let you freeze out there. You'd be free to sleep out there ANNNNY time during the Spring, Summer, or Fall, but not during Winter." Spy said sternly "You could have died."

"I would've respawned!"

"Respawn's off."

"Oh. Well shit."

The French Father couldn't help but sigh, he put his hand on Scout's and gave it a squeeze, just like what his mother use to do when he was a child. Scout's hand was cold and smooth, unlike his which was the opposite "Look, my point is, you need to stop getting yourself in potentially dangerous situations, you shouldn't have left the pond."

"It was freezing over!"

"I would have asked somebody to get you out."

"Well the water was... cold."

"That's not true, water's always warm during winter."

Scout was out of options... and excuses, truth was, he didn't want to be alone. But he certainly wasn't going to tell Spy that.

He didn't have to, Spy could see it in the look on his face. He got down on one knee and gave his son a nice warm hug. This had taken Scout aback, but he hugged back, he never knew what it was previously like to have a father, but now he knew what fatherly affection was like. Then he sneezed.

"Did you just sneeze on me?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh.... nooooooooooooooo......?"

Spy let go of Scout and felt his forehead, he was burning up. Great, he was sick, they'd probably have to ask BLU Scout if he could fill in for his older brother. "It seems like you have a fever."

"No I don't" Scout sniffed

"Yes you do."

"No I don't"

"Scout I'm not playing this game."

"What game?"

Spy face palmed and looked at his child through his fingers. "Look, my point is, you're sick and you need to rest." With that, Spy turned off the faucet.

"Spy, I'm fine really, I'm-" Scout's sentence ended quickly when he sneezed multiple times in a row. "I'm sick."

Spy gave him a sympathetic look and stood up, then ruffled Scout's hair. "Well, either way, you should rest up."

Scout groaned and slid under the surface as Spy was heading towards the door.

Spy shut off the bathroom lights.

Before he left, Scout popped up out of the water and said "Hey, thanks for bringin' me in..."

Then, Spy finally smiled "It's my job to make sure you're ok. Now go to sleep"

"Ugh, fiiiine..." Scout yawned then sank his head back underwater "G'night Dad."

Spy turned around to look at Scout, then smiled to himself "Sleep well Jeremy..."

Then he went through the door and let the Merman rest.

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And there you go. Some Monster Spy dad. Sorry it was kinda short but I hope you liked it!

[fancycakedragon]

Yellow Dress

Ben Hardy X Reader

Warning(s): none

A/N: Just wanted a piece with my fave blondie.

Masterlist

"(Y/N) as fun as it sounds," Ben said speaking into his phone, "wouldn't you have more fun dress shopping with your friends, or the bridemaids?"

You had called minutes ago asking him to join you so you could have a second opinion on which dress to buy for your cousin's wedding.

You sighed the sound being picked up, "We kept rescheduling the day to go together cause of my work but when I was finally free I got sick. So I just told the girls to go buy their dresses without me."

"I honestly don't think I know enough to help," Ben said nervously.

"Just tell me if it looks good or not and we'll survive. Before you say no just think of me giving you the face," you teased.

Ben chuckled but he was already imagining your eyes staring at him pathetically and your bottom lip pouting. That expression always got him to give into you.

You met Ben when he became your maths tutor in University. The two of you found yourselve's spending time together after studying and easily slid into a comfortable friendship and later became best friends.

"I hate you," he muttered only for you to cheer.

"Meet me downtown in thirty minutes."

The two of you had gone through a number of boutiques and stores without you even having ancidea of what you wanted. You kept insiting that you'd know it when you saw it but Ben was getting tired.

Ben groaned as he followed you into another store, "I'm saying this because I love you, you're overthinking this. Just get something nice so I can sit down."

"Fine, if we don't find anything here I'll just wear something I already have," you said feeling yourself slowly start to give up.

Thats when you saw the beautiful dress, hanging on a rack among others. "Ooh, look at this one. Think I'd look good in it?"

Ben tilted his head at it, "Why dont you try it?"

You picked your size and went into the fitting room to try it. The dress was a deep mustard yellow starting off with a plunging sweetheart neckline. The top section was covered with a delicate lace pattern stopping at the top of your waist. The rest was a pleated skirt that fell down past your mid thigh. You stood as your reflection looked back at you. Ben came behind you hands stuffed in his pockets, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing smile.

You smiled back, "This is it. We can go celebrate with drinks now, you're buying of course."

"Why am I buying?"

"Cause I did last time, plus you got that Hollywood money," you joked.

Ben shook his head chuckling.

"Just let me change and pay for this," you located the tag, "How much is- oh shit!"

"What, what's wrong with it?!"

"This dress is worth two paychecks. Fuck me, I can't afford this," you let out a puff of air.

Ben lifted a shoulder, "I can."

Your head snapped to look at him, "No."

"What, why not?"

"Because, I dont want you to. I'll wait for it to go on sale."

"By then the wedding will already have happened. C'mon it's not like I'm taking out a loan or anything. I got that hollywood money, baby," he said with a raised brow and confident smirk.

You laughed pushing at his chest, "Stop."

"Just let me buy you this one dress, think of it as an early birthday present?"

You chewed on you lip before nodding, "Fine but I'll have to pay you back."

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You'd managed to get Ben as your plus one. Since he was well accuainted with your family the wedding had been a great time. He was catching up with some family members of your while you went off to dance during the reception.

You saw an elderly man tapping his foot watching everyone else dance from his seat. If you could remember correctly he was your cousin's, wife's great uncle. You approached him with a smile, "Hey Uncle Mike, wanna dance."

He shook his head politely, "Not unless the DJ plays something from this century."

You laughed before cupping your hands over your mouth and bellowing in the direction of the DJ, "Play something from this century!" Ok so you were a little buzzed but who cared, it was a wedding.

The DJ looked at you and replied with a finger gun in your direction. The next song began and you looked back at Mike. "Sounds current, let's hit the dance floor."

Mike chortled getting up carefully and following you. You easly slipped into the song's rhythm moving along with Mike. You dress shone the fabric catching the lights cascading from the chandalier.

Ben smiled seeing you enjoying yourself. No one ever pushed you two to be more than friends but sometimes he wondered what it would have been like to be college sweethearts. The idea dissipated when Ben got more serious with his acting and was gone for months at a time, only seeing you at random weeks.

With the song coming to an end he saw Mike tilting his head in his direction. You looked over and saw Ben's gaze on you. After a quick exchange you gave the man a kiss on the cheek and went over to your friend.

With a cheeky grin you held out your hand for him, "Don't even think about saying "no"."

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You were quickly putting on your shoes and jacket as you prepared to leave.

Ben was lounging on your couch when he asked, "Where's the date again?"

You looked up at him briefly, "I'm gonna be having dinner at some high end michelin star restaurant."

Ben pressed his lips together trying to push down his disappointment. He could take you to dinner, hell he'd take you anywhere if you asked. But you never did, so he sat there admiring the way that yellow dress followed your curves. Damn you were too good to be true sometimes.

"Don't stay up, and lock my door. G'night," you said before rushing out of the apartent.

You sat at the restaurant waiting for your date. Your fifteen minute wait became half an hour then two. The entire time you were holding off the waitress assuring her someone else was coming knowing deep down you'd been stood up. It wasn't until you got a notification on your phone that your resolve broke. The person that was supposed to be having dinner with you had posted an instagram video of them partying it up in a yatch. You couldn't even begin to fathom the heartlessness and idiocy of one person. Pressing your lips together you got the waitresses attention getting your check.

When you got home you hastily tried to unlock your door in order to avoid seeing Ben. His apartment was only three doors down and he had a habit of catching while you were at your door.

You were about to run into the safety of your home when you heard his voice, "Y/N, How was the date?"

"Got stood up, going to bed," you mumbled.

Ben reached for your arm, "Hey,are you ok, do you want to talk?"

You shook your head so lightly it was barely noticable, "Maybe tomorrow when it's not so fresh."

"Ok," he said with an understanding nod, "Well I got some take out from No More Mr. Rice Guy. There's some extra in here for you."

"Really?" the grumbling in your stomach signaled a need to be sated.

Ben chuckled, "C'mon, I was about to binge watch Good Omens."

With a new gleam in your eye you kicked of your shoes and slipped out of your jacket you following him into his apartment.

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Ben had made a point to tell you what that yellow dress did to him before the two of you left. You would have been significantly late if you hadn't stopped him the moment his fingers traced your shoulder blades, reaching for the zipper.

Everyone was laughing at a story that Joe was telling. You had all gathered together for an intimate cocktail dinner. The conversations were light and everyone around the table was in a relaxed state you rarely saw in them.

A long time back you had noticed Ben liked having some sort of contact with you. And when you started dating it was amped up. An arm around your shoulder or waist, his knees touching yours, his head on your shoulder, and most often a hand on your thigh.

So it wasn't unusual when his hand landed there. Your worry only began to grow when you felt it travel higher. You pressed your lips together as his index finger pressed against your clit. The others didn't seem to notice anything but you worried the sudden pounding in your heart was so loud it could be heard by the people in the next house.

He gently patted the inside of your thigh and legs moved apart enough to give his hand more room.

Without removing his attention away from the conversration Ben moved your underwear aside dipping his finger into your sopping core. He moved finger in and out torturously slow making sure to rub your clit as well only making you crave more.

"Oh god," you whispered breathelessly. The talking died down with eveyone turning to you.

Ben's hand slowed to a stop, "Anything the matter?"

You let out a nervous laugh, "Nothing just remembered I have a report I need to have done for work."

Picking up your drink and downing the rest of it you pushed away from the table making Ben retract his hand quickly, "We're leaving. Now."

~~~~~

You stared at the remaining mud covered dress now in tatters. 

"What happeped?" you asked in a strained whisper looking at the six year old before you.

Your son shrugged looking down at his feet, "I saw it on the bed. And when you wear it it looks so pretty. So, so-" his sniffles took over as tears began to spill from his eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Frankie was gonna take it and I tried to to g-g-get it back! Then she ran outside and you told me not to go in the rain and I'm really really sorry! Don't be angry!" Your son's sobs had his shoulders shaking. 

"Evan, baby, It's alright. Everyone makes mistakes," you dropped the dress and pulled his shaking form to you trying to soothe his cries. 

Evan wiped his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, "Are you angry with me?" 

You sighed shaking your head, "I'm sad because it was my favorite. But I'll be fine. Just be more careful, ok?" You smiled down at him wiping down his tears.

Evan nodded vigorously still trying to calm down.

"Evan, where are you little bean? We gotta get ready," Ben called coming into your room. When he enter he assesed the scene his brows pulling together in worry. Then his eyes saw the dress, "What..."

Your eyes flitted to it for a second, "Don't worry about it." You thought back to all the memories one cut of yellow fabric held. The fun times, the heartache, the moment you realized Ben was who you wanted to go through life with you, all of it. But holding your child you knew you couldn't dwell on it. There were more memories to be made.

Ben kneeled next you giving you kiss. "You know I still have that hollywood money," he mumbled against your lips.

You giggled, "Are you ever going to let that go?" 

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[timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic]

Chapter 1 - Hang My Head, Drown My Fear, ‘Til You All Just Disappear...

Detroit Michigan, MGM Grand Hotel May 17 2017

(Chris is 52, Andi is 29)

CHRIS:"Fuck... why won't this fucking key work!" I growl as I stick the hotel key in the door and jiggle it as best I can but nothing is working.

"Chris, hey man... here I got it, " Martin Kirsten says as he catches up to me and sees me struggling with the hotel key. One thing about having a bodyguard is that they always seem to be right up your ass even when you least expect it. I step aside exhaling as he tries the key for himself. Amazingly he is able to open it. He turns and smiles at me gesturing for me to go in, I just roll my eyes and head inside my hotel room.

"Is there anything else you need Mr. Cornell?" He says as I head over to the small desk in the room, my laptop sitting on the desk waiting for me to answer some emails.

"Um... I could use something to take the edge off," I say as I sit down at the desk, flipping my curls out of my face and attempt to turn the laptop on.

He steps into the small washroom, and I hear him turn on the tap filling up a glass of water, then moving back over to me, pulling out a bottle and giving me two pills.

"Fuck, this fucking thing isn't starting up again," I say as I force stop the computer and try to start it back up again.

"Here, let me?" Martin says.

"Have at it," I say disgruntled gesturing to the MacBook as he hands me the pills and the glass of water. I take the pills from him swallow them as quick as I can and he hands me a couple of Oxycontin which I crush up on the desk and treat my nose to that sweet burn.

"It seems to be dead... here... I'll uh..." Martin trails off and finds the cord to the MacBook but still no response from it. I eventually just tell him to forget about it for now.

"Is there... anything else.. you need at all?" Martin clears his throat as I take the last sip of my glass of water.

"No, I'm good..." I sniff still slightly feeling anxious and irritated but it should subside in a bit.

"Ok," Martin says and makes his way towards the hotel room door.

"Goodnight Mr. Cornell,"

"G'night..." I throw him a half smile as he heads out the door. Once the door closes, I walk over to it and lock the deadbolt.

Feeling exhausted with the release of euphoria kicking in, I lean back in the chair a bit, flip my curls out of my face and run my palm over my cheeks, feeling the stubble on my face. Fuck, it's been a long night, and damn this ringing in my ears wont stop. Suddenly my iPhone starts ringing and I notice it's Vicky again. Fuck, I wish she'd just leave me alone. I let it ring for a few minutes and realize she won't give up so instead I pick up the phone.

"Hey... yea... no...what...? Yea... I told you I was sending you those papers. No, no I didn't... is this what you called earlier for? No I'm just... I'm just tired... no I didn't... What is that supposed to mean...? Wait what are you talking about? look, my lawyer is contacting your lawyer so there really is no need for you to keep calling at all... Vicky... No... hey don't hang up, Vicky? Vicky...! Fucking God damn it!"

I hang up the phone and toss it on the desk. Why does she always have to do that? Why does she always have to make me feel like this. I'm always fucking up. I'm never good enough. I know I'm the one who wants a divorce but she doesn't need to make me feel like this. I can't help it. I want out. I just wish it didn't take me so long to finally see her for who she really is.

I get up from the chair and head to the bathroom. I rummage around in the bathroom and find exactly what I'm looking for.

"You want a piece of me... well I'll fucking show you,"

This is it. I'm gonna do it this time. I'm done.

I take in a deep breath close my eyes and know that at any moment, I won't have to worry any more.

No more pain. No more burden. No more sadness. I will be free.

All of a sudden I hear a loud crash, then a scream that sounded like nothing I ever heard before coming from the next room over. I flick my eyes open, let go of the breath I was holding and look around the bathroom for a moment to realize what I was just about to do. I start to pant and feel shaky as I take the rubber exercise band off from around my neck. Then there was another loud noise in which I started to panic.

"What...? What the fuck?" I say to myself and throw the rubber exercise band on the floor and storm out of the bathroom.

I quickly make my way to the door, open it to see the hotel hallway dimly lit, and someone disappear around the corner. The door to the room next to mine was wide open but no lights on at all. I could feel my heart pounding as I peer in through the door and see a young girl laying curled up, face down on the floor completely naked. I look around the hallway and see no one, then look back and walk in the room to see if she was alright. As I approach her I could see that she was breathing, but she wasn't moving at all.

"Holy shit..." I say to myself and grab one of the hotel sheets from the bed and move over to her, crouching down beside her to cover her up. I didn't know what to do.

Should I wake her? I need to wake her to make sure she's ok.

"Hey... uh... miss?" I clear my throat and gently rub her shoulder. She groans and suddenly begins to cough, loud and hard.

"Jeezus, are you ok?" I ask worriedly.

I move my hand up to her face where her dark curls lay strewn across and push them away to reveal her young features. She turns her head as she tries to stop coughing, her brow furrowing as she attempts to catch her breath. Her eyes flick up to me, dark and slightly clouded as she looks like she's trying to make out just who she was looking at.

No fucking way...

"Hi.. you uh, you alright?" I ask again. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to her. Suddenly her eyes grow wide, gasping as she quickly sits up, shrinking away from me.

"Hey, no it's ok... I'm not going to hurt you," I say trying to re-assure her. She looks down at her self, her dark curls falling down around her shoulders and a few curls falling in her face, realizing she was completely naked in front of me and quickly grabs the bed sheet to pull it up to her bare chest.

She flips her curls out of her face and looks around the room, looking like she's trying to figure out where she was. She looks back down at herself examining her arms and legs almost looking like she's trying to make sure everything is intact and then flicks her eyes back to me.

She then lets go of the blanket she was holding and before I could stop her, she moves so quickly over to me and wraps her arms around my neck, embracing me in a hug.

I was so surprised at first that I just sat there for a moment but the feeling of her hugging me was something I didn't know I needed until it happened. I slowly move my arms and place my hands on her sides, slowly moving up her back, feeling her soft smooth skin under my rough calloused fingers. She continues to hold me and I can hear her softly crying as I move my arms to hold her tighter to me.

Holy Shit...

"Shhh... it's ok..." I say softly. She slowly pulls away from me, wiping her tears from her cheeks, but seemingly not caring that she no longer held the bed sheet to cover herself.

"I'm sorry," She half giggles, still wiping away her tears. I glance over her, and my heart begins to pound.

It's her... I can't believe it's her.

"It's ok..."I give her a half smile trying my best to not make it awkward for her, and she moves back to wrap her arms around me once more.

"Mr. Cornell...? Mr.Cornell - Oh, shit, I'm sorry..." Martin says when he walks into the room and sees me holding this young woman, clad in only a bed sheet in my arms.

"No, no man it's ok... what is it?" I ask as I turn and look at him, while she pulls away from me wiping her tears and wrapping the sheet around herself.

"Uh, Vicky called and wanted me to check on you. You weren't answering your phone so she panicked and called me to make sure you were ok... Are you... ok...?" Martin trails off awkwardly as I now see how this might look to him.

"Yea, yea, I'm ok... just tell her I was down at the bar or something... I don't know whatever you can come up with..." I say suddenly being brought back to the miserable reality that I so desperately wanted to be free from.

"Ok... um... do you need anything... maybe... at all?" He says glancing at her and then back to me.

"No man, I'm alright... but what time is it?" I ask.

"Just after midnight... um... 12:17am," Martin says glancing at his watch.

"Ok... uh... thank you," I say and he nods, giving me a half smile then leaving the room. I turn back to see her giving me those worried eyes again and I softly smile at her.

"My bodyguard... he's always up my ass...." I joke and she giggles, the sound making my heart flutter like it always has. It's been years, but it's her. I didn't think I'd ever see her again. She's so young but so gorgeous and I feel all those feelings bubbling up to the surface again. I've known her since I was 15 years old, she's still exactly the same and so incredibly beautiful.

She came back to me... She finally came back to me.

[lefandomlayf]

ChrAshley Oneshot

Summary: A strange girl in a hoodie captures Chris’ attention. How will he handle these new feelings? Will something ever blossom between these two? (I suck at summaries)

Words: 1073

Notes: This fandom needs more fanfics and this ship deserves more love. So I made a oneshot... That’s all you need to know. It’s from Until Dawn and I cross posted this on wattpad. No it’s not on ao3. Yes I know lots of fanfiction on wattpad are garbage. YES I know the fandom is dead. Do I care? No. Will it stop me from writing this fic? No. So please, sit back, relax, and prepare for a diabetic ride of cringe and fluff.

The girl sits in her usual chair in the library. I don't know what it is about her that makes me so... curious. All I know is that she wears a hoodie that covers her whole face, revealing only her button nose and auburn hair. She wears it everyday.

She often goes in the library, nose deep in the book she's reading. She brings a different book with her everyday. We've been in the same school ever since fourth grade, but up to now, I still don't know her name.

There are only a few students in the library. I notice a girl staring at me. She motions her hand to the emty seat beside her.

"Hey Chris. You can sit here if you like.", she says.

"Uh, no thanks, I'm sitting with someone else today."

I grab a random book from the shelf and walk towards the girl with the hoodie.

"Hey, um, is this seat taken?", I ask, pointing to the chair next to her.

She flinches as she realizes, that I was speaking to her.

"No, uh, just go ahead, no one's sitting there.", she replies not taking her eyes off her book.

I sit down next to her. As I 'read' my book, I try to catch occasional glimpses through her heavy hood.

"Are you done staring yet?", she asks sarcastically, still not taking her eyes of her book.

Shit. She must've caught me looking at her.

"Oh, I - uh. I was just, um. I was just-"

"You don't have to look at me like I'm some zoo animal. I know I don't look exactly 'ravishing'.", she says, waving her arms at the last word. She was now fully facing me, though her hood was covering the entirety of her face.

"Oh, I - I didn't mean it like that. I - I'm sorry.", I say looking down. I could feel her lips twitch upwards in her hood as she looked down at me.

"Ashley. Ashley Brown.", she says extending her hand, for me to shake.

"Christopher. Hartley.", I reply, looking up, accepting her hand. Her skin is soft against mine.

"Nice to meet you Christopher.", she says, and continues on reading her book. I try to read my book too, but I can't, so I sit down, book in hand, reading, but not really.

The entirety if my being in the library next to her was an awkward silence. After a couple of minutes, she gets up, picks up her book and walks towards the exit. Before she's completely out of hearing range, she stops and speaks, her back facing me.

"By the way, I didn't expect you to be the type of person who likes to read 'Tinker Bell' in a public library, and upside down.", she says and walks away, I could feel her mouth twitch as she smirked at me from her back.

I look at the book in my hands. True enough, the cover on the book was labeled 'The Adventures of Tinker Bell' and it was upside down!

Crap! That was embarassing.

Later that night, my bestfriend, Josh, texts me.

Josh: Hey Cochise! Saw you in the library earlier 2day. Who's the new chick? You gonna bang her?

Chris: Hey Josh! Her name is Ashley. No! I barely even know her bro.

Josh: Bro, she's weird. I don't know about you, but I usually go for hot chicks, but then again, you do have weird preferences.

Chris: Wut do u mean by that?

Josh: Nvm about it dude. G'night.

(Next Day)

After school, I make a quick stop at the library, eager to see the girl again. I spot her at her usual seat. She's not alone.

As I get closer to her chair, I see a group of students in a circle around her. I hide behind a shelf, as I do, I hear muffled insults.

"Bitch! You don't deserve to be friends with Chris!"

"I mean, look at you. However you look in that hoodie. Chris will never like you. Because you're ugly!"

"What's up with that hoodie anyway?", one of the girls taunts, trying to tug off Ashley's hoodie. She pulls it back down, trying desperately to cover her face. It's then that I notice that the girl picking on her was the girl who asked me to sit beside her in the library yesterday. Crap. I couldn't stand it. I step out of the bookshelf I was hiding in and I walk to the group of girls around Ashley.

"Hey! What do you guys think you're doing? Who gave you the authority to pick on her like that?"

"Geez Chris, can't you like, take a joke or something."

"Bullshit! Do you actually think that phsically torturing others is a joke. Is bullying a joke to you?!", I shout (luckily the librarian was very far that she couldn't hear what was going on), just noticing that she had miniature bruises on her skin.

"We were just messing around Chris.", a girl says.

"Piss of, the lot of you. You guys make me sick.", almost immediately, they all leave. I rush to Ashley's side.

"Hey, you ok?", I ask.

"Yeah.", she sniffles. "I'm fine. I'm just gonna' go home now."

"Oh, well then, I'll drive you back there."

"You don't need to do that.", she says, standing up and walking towards the exit. In long strides, I catch up to her.

"Trust me, I do. Who knows, what if those girls come back?"

"They won't"

"How do you know?"

"I just do."

"C'mon, atleast let me take you home. I worry so."

"Alright. Fine", she says looking back at me. "If it means you shutting up, then fine."

I take her to my car. We're both silent as I drive her back to her home, speaking occasionaly when I ask her for directions. We stop in front of her house.

"Thanks.", Ashley says, getting out of the car. I drive back to my house, still thinking of her. A faint scent of her cologne lingers in my car. I take a deep breath.

Later that night as I lay in bed, I think about what the girl told Ashley earlier, 'What's up with that hoodie anyway?' and what did she mean by 'you don't deserve to be with Chris'? As I fall asleep, the last thing that I think of is Ashley. 'Does she like me? Do I like her?'

[mtnkat3]

12.39am

Ok my Love/s...DOne DPOne &Alll.

I'm being a good kat. I've crawled into bed now, got my hot pink tee on & my socks. All set for sleep. Snd si didn't fall asleep this evening so maybe I'll sleep. Paws crossed.

I've been thinking about You/Alll alll evening... alll the ways each of You/Alll have teased me over the years... the loving, the laughter, the discipline...hhmmm..the loving...how I feel each of You/Alll walking thru my mind... not dating to let myself focus on anything but vague representations of... thinking...but not knowing... I fell for the souls of spectacular men. And I want You/Alll to be feeling assurance from that. And then feel good when I love the outer men tooo! You/Alll have known the intimacy if my mind & make me feel loved & wanted. From not walking awsy... to the panty melting soul searing thoughts You/Alll choose to share...

oh yes my Love/s...

DOne DPOne & Alll

I'm gonna think about it... & beg.

But because I'm losing the droopy eyelid battle I better say good night...adieu...

I love & adore & want & need & cars & crave You/Alll each DOne DPOne &Alll.

G'night my Love/s.

Let's play in our dreams hm?

I am.

~Your's/s'.~

DOne, DPOne, & Alll.

12.58am

[featuredfander]

5 Times Virgil Told a Lie (and 1 time he didn't) Ch 1

Summary: college AU

Ship: Prinxiety

A/N: Hooo boy here we go! I feel like this fandom needs more 5 + 1 times fics so uh here's this. Just gonna say, Patton and Logan WILL be in this fic, but they won't have a big part. Maybe if this goes over well, I can write a partner fic for them. We'll see. Okay, I'll stop babbling, but one more thing: is it possible to link to other posts on mobile? When I update the chapters, I would like to have some links in there. Ok that's all, thanks!!!

Virgil was still not used to dorm life. He liked his roommates, they were all very kind, but he still felt unused to sharing his home with anyone other than family.

On their first night together, the four boys had had a movie night in the living room. After the film had ended, Virgil was more than ready to return to the quiet solitude of his room. However, Patton, his friendliest roommate, seemed to have other plans in mind. He turned off the TV and scooted his beanbag around so that he was facing the others.

"So," he began, "I'm not tired. At all. So" he looked around the room kindly, albeit a bit mischievously. "I want to get to know you all."

"Patton, we already know each other. We've had our dorm assignments for weeks." Logan straightened out his glasses.

"Yes, I know your names and where you're from. Blah! Who cares! I want to know YOU, not your name."

Logan rolled his eyes, but settled in to his chair anyway. Virgil smiled internally. Patton seemed to know what was important. He would be a good friend to have around.

"I'll start. I'm 20, a sophomore like you guys. I love my mom with all my heart. I'm majoring in psychology, and I love cats beyond belief. Also, I'm allergic to cats." Patton beamed. "Ok. I'm done. Who's next?"

Roman, who was sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Virgil, sat up. "I'll go. I'm an acting major. I'm 19, a sophomore. I love to sing and dance and act. I'm, uh," Roman smirked. "Kinda a party guy." He leaned back in his chair, which Logan must have taken as a sign that he was done, because he spoke up.

"I guess it's my turn. I'm 20 years old, majoring in teaching. I love word association games and beat poetry. I'm a very logical person. I believe that is all."

When he had finished, all eyes turned to Virgil. He wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. "Ok. Hi. I'm 19, a sophomore. I'm an art major. I like listening to music and I spend a lot of time in my room. That's it." That could've gone worse, he sighed in his head, relieved that he hadn't messed up too badly.

"Art major!? That's so cool!" Patton's eyes sparkled.

"Fine arts buds, am I right?" Roman held out a fist to Virgil. He tapped it in return.

"Yeah. That's, uh, that's cool." There was a brief pause in conversation, awkward for some and comfortable for others.

"Well," Logan started out of the silence, "classes start tomorrow, and I've got to get my supplies together. Good night, everyone." Logan got up and walked to his room. Virgil pounced on the opportunity to leave.

"I've- uh- me, too. G'night." he muttered. That was a complete lie- he had had his things packed for class for a week in anticipation of his first lecture. The others bid him goodnight as he retreated to his room.

He went to his room and closed the door, grateful for the silence. He immediately walked over and grabbed his sketchbook. He picked up a charcoal pencil and set to work at his desk. He paused as he stared at the blank page- he had no clue what he wanted to draw. A person, he decided. But who? He began drawing the base, hoping inspiration would come to him as he did. As the face came more into focus, he noted how similar it was to someone he knew. High cheekbones, square jaw... This is Roman. He shrugged and went with it, confused about why his mind had chosen Roman, but willing to finish the drawing. A few minutes later, he heard a tap at his door. He set down his pencil. "Come in."

Roman pushed open the door. "Hey, Virgil. I was wondering if you had an extra folder I could use? Mine just broke."

"Sure. Uh, hold on." Virgil got up and quickly grabbed a folder from a stack in the corner of his room. He handed it to the boy.

"Thanks." He paused, as if he was debating whether he wanted to leave or to keep talking. "Who are you drawing?" He tilted his head toward the sketchbook on Virgil's desk, which had been left open to the uncompleted face.

"Oh. I, uh, I'm-" Virgil hesitated, knowing how awkward it would be to be caught drawing his roommate, who he barely even knew. "I'm drawing my grandfather."

Roman took Virgil's hesitancy as him not wanting to speak about the topic. "Oh. Cool, nice. Well, uh. Thanks again for the folder. Goodnight." He quirked a smile at the smaller boy and turned away, closing the door behind him.

Virgil walked back over to his desk and sat down, staring at the sketchbook. Yeah, definitely my grandpa, he thought. It would be a lot easier to draw him if I knew what he looked like.

[verdigrisprowl]

June 19 Dancitron Movie Night - How It’s Made

Frenzy and Ravage picked How It’s Made segments for everyone but didn’t warn them what the videos were going to be.

There were hysterics over How It’s Made: Giant Valves.

Prowl discovered fossils are really cool, and Soundwave wants Prowl to help make a kaleidoscope for him.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:50 pm *Soundwave's in a not-quite-but-very-close-to-a sprawl on his usual seat, feelers massaging his arms. He tremble-laughs to himself. Tonight should be amusing.* Ratchet 7:51 pm *pops in* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *Bobs his helm in welcome.* Bevel 7:53 pm *looks around to see which of SW's crew are here tonight* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *Just him and Rumble.* Ratchet 7:53 pm *is there a bug* Ratchet 7:53 pm *aww, no bug :c* Bevel 7:54 pm *will sit wherever Rumble's at then* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *Rumble's stretched across the back of a relocated booth seat. Unfortunately, Zori is busy helping melt some rubble over in one of the settlements tonight.* Ratchet 7:56 pm *sits butt down on an empty couch* Bevel 7:57 pm *then she will take the actual booth seat, he can have the back* Bevel 7:59 pm *waves to the Ratchet* Hi! Ratchet 8:01 pm Heya. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm [[We will be doing something... different, tonight. Consider yourselves warned.]] *Not quite time to start, but very soon.* Bevel 8:02 pm *different sounds interesting* boomtank 8:02 pm -peers in- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm *Nods hello.* boomtank 8:03 pm -and then in he goes, waves at Soundwave before sitting- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm ((ok soon as puff is back with food we get goin)) boomtank 8:07 pm ((kaaay Me 8:10 pm ((am here and fooded!)) Me 8:11 pm *arrives just slightly late* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm //Weapons?// Sits up. *Immediate ping hello from the noodle and his miniature nerd.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm //Jus' so ya know, Frenzy 'n Ravage picked alla these. Boss said "find scrap for every mech what comes here Mondays," 'n they said they done it, but we dunno what they got.// Bevel 8:13 pm *is super into this movie even if she knows all this already* Me 8:14 pm *pings back. is soundwave still sprawled?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm *He is. Would Prowl like to join him?* Me 8:14 pm *well, he's not going to sprawl. But he'll sit with Soundwave. *he IS somewhat slouched, though.* boomtank 8:17 pm -perks at instrument- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm *Soundwave tests whether or not he can place an arm behind Prowl. He's not surprised by the slouch. Can't expect an instant mood fix.* [[You're familiar with this, Blaster?]] Me 8:18 pm *no complaints about the arm* boomtank 8:18 pm Huh? Oh, no, not making them I would like to try though...if I ever get time ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm [[Just this or any?]] boomtank 8:20 pm Any really Christine 8:20 pm *plops into a seat with snacks from home* hi guys! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm //Yo, Impact!// Rumble waves from the back of a seat. Christine 8:21 pm *Return waves!* Bevel 8:21 pm Making instruments is really hard. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm [[You've tried?]] Bevel 8:22 pm *waves to Impact, actually sees her this time* Christine 8:22 pm *Even more exuberant waving! Is a Bevel!* Bevel 8:22 pm *is indeed!* boomtank 8:23 pm -oh, instruments gone now- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm *Don't worry, there will be more later. Ravage knows the audience.* Ratchet 8:23 pm [[ there was some kingwood in there too!! ]] Christine 8:23 pm Ooooh, purple heart! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm //I thought that was a metal.// boomtank 8:24 pm -awesome- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm [[Visually appealing.]] Bevel 8:24 pm Purple wood 😄 Me 8:26 pm ... That's so inefficient. Christine 8:26 pm But it's pretty! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm [[...It is? How would you do it?]] Bevel 8:27 pm [[My boss does this as a hobby/side-job boomtank 8:27 pm ...they are pretty Christine 8:27 pm Trains!! 3:D Me 8:28 pm Create a single tool that cuts out the designs for the barrel of the pen in one go. Like a... a mold, except it's for a lathe. Bevel 8:28 pm *oh yeah trains, sits forward a little* Me 8:28 pm That way the creator doesn't have to individually carve each one with multiple tools, and they wouldn't be so inconsistent. There's no way that he can get any sort of consistency if he's making them one at a time. boomtank 8:29 pm That might be the point? Ratchet 8:29 pm It's art, Prowl. Humans like that they're not all the same. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm *Rumble snickers and makes scissor fingers near Bevel's audials.* //Snip snip, big bit.// [[But he would be able to produce more of them.]] Bevel 8:29 pm Ow. No snipping. Me 8:29 pm The sword was art too, but they used molds and a cutting program to make them all consistent. Christine 8:30 pm I APPROVE OF THIS COLOR CHOICE ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm //How ya feel about bein' a train?// boomtank 8:30 pm I think it might have to do with material used? Bevel 8:31 pm Some swords are made without molds and stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm //Yeah, sometimes a big fragger jus' whacks crystals until they're all pointy.// Snicker snicker. Me 8:31 pm Yes, the narrator mentioned that blacksmiths used to make them slowly and inefficiently by hand. Bevel 8:32 pm I make them like that. Christine 8:33 pm *smol gasp* You do?! Bevel 8:33 pm Uh-huh ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm //An' you ain't given me none?// Me 8:33 pm *... Prowl is going to shut up now.* Christine 8:33 pm Can I watch you do it sometime?! 3:D Bevel 8:33 pm *it's ok Prowl she ain't mad* I can make you one, Rumble. *nods to Impact* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:34 pm [[Is this how you began your Dinobots, Ratchet?]] Ratchet 8:35 pm Heh. I guess, but the humans did all the fossil digging. We found the bones in a museum. Bevel 8:35 pm Not using molds means I can do custom work and make really cool designs that never look the same. Sometimes consistency is good because if you know a design really works well and need to make a bunch. Like outfitting a whole army or something. Me 8:35 pm *watching in fascination* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm //Ya stole the bones?// Me 8:36 pm *he's learned more about fossils in the last two minutes than he learned during all his years on Earth.* Ratchet 8:36 pm Of course not. They just gave us the idea, when we saw them. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[What is this? It's beautiful.]] Christine 8:37 pm I think it's a ray! Ratchet 8:37 pm [[ that ind of tedious work is what i live for tbh, i would love doing that.... ]] boomtank 8:37 pm Oh wow Christine 8:37 pm i win! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm //Oh, pfff. Stealin' woulda been more fun.// ...And Prowl's in the room. //But, uh, illegal. 'Course.// Bevel 8:37 pm Pretty. boomtank 8:37 pm Yeah ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm *Soundwave nods at Impact. So she did.* Me 8:38 pm I don't understand how they don't rot. Ratchet 8:38 pm Can't do much with fossils, though. They're good for looking at, not building off of. Christine 8:38 pm *Has gained the acknowledgement as is delighted.* Bevel 8:38 pm *helicopter and Whirl's not here aw8 Christine 8:39 pm awww Me 8:39 pm ... The helicopter segment is clearly for Whirl's benefit. He's not here. We could skip this segment and watch something else about fossils. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[Perhaps whatever causes disgusting organic rot does not get through layers of rock.]] Bevel 8:39 pm *laughs* Me 8:39 pm *just a suggestion* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm *Soundwave taps his chin in thought.* Bevel 8:40 pm I was a helicopter once. Me 8:40 pm ((... did it crash?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm [[When we have worked through the list, he will find more videos on fossils for y--]] Me 8:40 pm ((i mean. it DID crash for me. did it crash for others.)) Bevel 8:40 pm [[yes it did Christine 8:40 pm ((did for me)) Ratchet 8:40 pm [[ yes ]] boomtank 8:40 pm ((yup Me 8:40 pm ((okay cool im not alone)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm *Soundwave sighs and stretches his feelers out to poke at the wires.* Christine 8:41 pm *takes the opportunity to sit closer to bevel* 3:D boomtank 8:41 pm Um...? Need help? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[No, he doesn't need help.]] Instant Blaster reaction. But... if he wants to butter Blaster up into eventually telling him about That Thing. [[But he would not mind it.]] ((i'm sorry y'all ;; give it a sec, it's obvs bein slow tonight)) Me 8:42 pm ... Whatever's wrong, it's not the projectors. Bevel 8:42 pm :3 Christine 8:43 pm *bounce bounce bounce bounce* Me 8:43 pm Otherwise I would have disappeared. boomtank 8:43 pm -will get up to help then- Christine 8:44 pm *cheers* Me 8:44 pm *there it goes* boomtank 8:44 pm -and there we go- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Thank you.]] *Pings Prowl a thank you as well for that bit of info.* Me 8:45 pm *return ping* boomtank 8:45 pm Welcome! -and sitting back down- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm [[Let us try that again.]] Me 8:46 pm *are they skipping the helicopters to see more fossils?* *oh, apparently not* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm *When the main run is done, Prowl. He won't forget.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm //It's a helicopter 'n it got an airplane on a dial.// Me 8:48 pm *watching a bunch of organics assembling what's basically an insentient mech is... bizarre.* Bevel 8:48 pm This is a really small helicopter. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *This was probably Frenzy's pick, to be honest.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm //Eugh. Imaginin' all them little hands all everywhere - poor Breakdown. Musta been horrible.// Christine 8:49 pm *stiffens* *:(* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm //...Oh scrap. I'm real sorry, Impact.// Me 8:49 pm You get used to it. Christine 8:50 pm *mumble* s'ok Me 8:50 pm ... The hands, I mean. Not the... *vague gesture that may or may not allude to Breakdown* Bevel 8:50 pm *pats Impact gently* Christine 8:50 pm *leans on Bevel* Ratchet 8:51 pm Hmm. *slides off couch onto feet* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm *Soundwave looks at Prowl. When did he have human hands all over him?* //You goin', doc?// Ratchet 8:51 pm Time for me to head out, folks. Seeya next time. Bevel 8:51 pm *looks over at Ratchet* Aw, ok. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm //Aw. Hey, I'll tell Bug you was here, yeah?// boomtank 8:52 pm G'night Ratchet Bevel 8:52 pm Night! Ratchet 8:52 pm Tell him be here next week. Christine 8:52 pm *small wave* Me 8:52 pm Evening. *... that's it that's the only word he's said to Ratchet all night* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm //Sure! Watch yourself, 'n all.// Ratchet 8:53 pm *it sure is, Prowl* Me 8:53 pm *he's watching how glass lab equipment is made, no time to talk* Bevel 8:54 pm *makes a promise to self that she'll talk to Ratchet the next time she sees them* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *Soundwave is learning so, so much. Whatever humans made these shows have his approval.* Christine 8:55 pm Oh! I know about human oil! It's made of old dead stuff! Me 8:56 pm *crude oil! is this more fossil stuff?* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm //Gross.// Bevel 8:57 pm Messy. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm //Hey, Boss. Ain't this one of them places ya went to? That whole fossil fight thing.// boomtank 8:57 pm Ew ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm [[Yes. ... It made him slightly hungry.]] Me 8:58 pm Wouldn't this whole drilling process destroy a lot of fossils? Christine 8:58 pm ((bless u prowl)) Bevel 8:58 pm Bet it does. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm [[Most likely. The humans have an obsession with this product, though. He overhears many, many... MANY political arguments about it.]] Christine 8:59 pm ((sister: prowl is a gift. become soundwave if you agree)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm [[It is strange. They do not even consume or inject it.]] Me 8:59 pm I'm well aware. It's a shame. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm ((*soundwaves stronger*)) Me 9:01 pm ... I'm sorry, what did they say they make with it? Crayons, perfumes, what...? boomtank 9:01 pm What the.... Christine 9:01 pm gross! Bevel 9:01 pm Ugh human food. boomtank 9:02 pm .......... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm [[Crayons, perfumes, plastic, lubricant, fuel...]] *Soundwave is so not looking at the screen. He'll just listen to this one.* boomtank 9:02 pm -hide face behind data-pad- EW Me 9:02 pm *completely unbothered by the meat slurry* Christine 9:02 pm *just gonna focus on her own snacks, yes* *offers bevel some* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm *Rumble is both grossed out but totally fascinated, judging by his mixed up expression* Bevel 9:03 pm *forgot to bring anything to distract herself with tonight nooooo-oooo snacks yes plz* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm //Meatsacks eatin' meatsacks. That's fraggin' great.// Bevel 9:03 pm *...expression? is there an emoji on the visor?* [[never mind reading comp fail XD Me 9:05 pm They can't eat gasoline, even though it used to be meat and plants. And yet WE can eat it—again, despite its origins. Even though it's basically liquid fossils. *yes he's still on about the fossils.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[It makes sense for our timeline. Given who Earth is.]] Me 9:06 pm *oh! facial reconstruction!* I've seen this done. Christine 9:06 pm ((oooh, true)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[On humans? Or mechs?]] Me 9:06 pm Humans. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[Can you do this?]] Me 9:06 pm Well—I haven't seen it BEING done. But I've watched videos. No, I don't know enough about human anatomy. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *Thinks and nods.* Me 9:07 pm Besides, I'm given to understand that there's as much art to it as science. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Soundwave saves this one for Buzzsaw, just in case that's so.* Me 9:08 pm The videos I've seen didn't explain it in this much depth. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm [[It is most fascinating. Is it -possible- to do... something like this, with mechs?]] Bevel 9:10 pm This looks cool Christine 9:10 pm mmhmm! Me 9:11 pm Something sort of like this, yes. Although the process is very different. No clay. Christine 9:11 pm EEEEEGS i have eggs! boomtank 9:11 pm ...egg? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm //The menagerie goin' again?// Christine 9:11 pm Always! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *Soundwave takes notes on this.* Christine 9:11 pm My chickens are way happier than these chickens, though ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm //How can ya tell?// Christine 9:12 pm Their noises! And Papa gave me a translating thingy on my birthday so I know they say they're happy Me 9:12 pm Mass-produced faces like mine are very easy to identify by frametype, but once it's identified you can't tell which mech of that frametype the face belongs to. boomtank 9:13 pm Those cages look kinda...tiny Me 9:13 pm Forged mechs are harder to identify, but once they ARE identified the face typically allows you to identify an individual person, rather than a batch of hundreds of people. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[How else were they identified, then? Paint?]] [[The mass-produced victims, he means.]] Christine 9:15 pm D:< Me 9:15 pm Paint, after-assembly kibble, treads. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Soundwave glances at the list and sits up a bit.* Christine 9:15 pm I DISAPPROVE ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm [[Ah. Bevel, would you mind going upstairs and asking Laserbeak where he left his datapad?]] Christine 9:16 pm MY CHICKENS GET TO RETIRE ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm ((*Impact sorry not Bevel)) Christine 9:16 pm Okay! *scoots* Bevel 9:17 pm *sees what you did there SW* Christine 9:17 pm ((CACKLES)) boomtank 9:17 pm -confused noises- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *SMALL ENOUGH TO FIT INSIDE THE--Rumble squawks and falls off the couch* Me 9:17 pm *... poker face* Bevel 9:17 pm *covers her mouth and tries really hard to not laugh* Me 9:17 pm *his poker face gets even more neutral every time they say the word "valve"* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Soundwave leans forward.* boomtank 9:17 pm -he doesn't get it- Bevel 9:17 pm *snorts* Valve body. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm //Make sure the holes're-- fraaaaaag// Christine 9:18 pm ((penetrating)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm //Hard fachhghghdjdhaahaha// *He's not even gonna try to stand up right now* Bevel 9:19 pm *stay there it's for the best* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[Primus, there's a human in that one.]] Me 9:19 pm *mumbles* MINE didn't get smoothed... boomtank 9:19 pm -STILL confused- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm *Soundwave's vents stutter just a smidge at that mumble* Bevel 9:20 pm *giggles* Me 9:20 pm *poker faces even harder* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm //I'm dyin'. Somebody tell Frenzy he's an aft 'n Bevel can have my games.// Bevel 9:21 pm I do not think this is anatomically correct at all. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm [[...He was not informed that was a function they performed.]] Bevel 9:22 pm The world is safe. Yay. Christine 9:22 pm *returns with a datapad* What'd I miss? Me 9:22 pm *he pokerfaced all the way through "giant valves"* Bevel 9:22 pm Boring stuff. Christine 9:22 pm *sees Rumble on the floor* You okay? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm //Ah, jus' some pipe stuff.// Me 9:22 pm *but he sees "retractile cords" and barks out a laugh* Bevel 9:22 pm *cackles* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Soundwave just. Fwooshes. Bright indigo.* Bevel 9:23 pm *SW gets such an amused ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *He doesn't know which of the two picked this one but they're both in so much trouble.* boomtank 9:23 pm Soundwave? Are you okay? Christine 9:23 pm Soundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[Yes, he's fine. Incoming messages about the latest dinobot riot. Many of them.]] Christine 9:24 pm Uh oh. Well, here's the datapad! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[Thank you.]] *Reaches for it and pretends to read.* @Prowl: (txt): Prowl also flame-resistant? Impact 9:25 pm *Goes to plop by Bevel again.* Me 9:25 pm *affirmative ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Small nod. Good to know.* Me 9:26 pm @Soundwave «I don't have that extra layer for electrical shielding, though. Less sensitive.» *points at the drill reversing the coils' directions* For the record, that's VERY uncomfortable. Impact 9:27 pm *found that one kind of boring* boomtank 9:27 pm .... Impact 9:27 pm *if the tubes one was like that she's glad she missed it* Bevel 9:27 pm Cop stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm *And another small nod.* [[He would imagine so. Ah! Human police work.]] Me 9:28 pm *ooh, handcuffs* Bevel 9:28 pm *the most boring, Impact* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm *Rumble crawls over the couch again and nudges Bevel and Impact. Scoot over, you two.* Impact 9:28 pm *obliging scoot* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm //Ratchet's teeth don't look nothin' like that.// Bevel 9:29 pm *laughs* Impact 9:29 pm *giggles* boomtank 9:30 pm -reading now, bored of all this- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm //Huh, humans must be nicer. Ain't no swivels on any I been clapped in.// //Least I don't got doors or wings or nothin'. I hear Starscream got a super nasty cramp that time he tried goin' Autobot.// Bevel 9:31 pm Not stasis cuffs either. Just cuffs. Impact 9:31 pm He tried going Autobot? 3:o Bevel 9:32 pm [[Naughty children get put in the handcuff wiggler ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm ((LOL)) Impact 9:32 pm ((XD)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:32 pm //Yeah, once. Didn't work.// Impact 9:32 pm Huh. Bevel 9:33 pm Lord Starscream makes a good Decepticon. Even when he's a really nice one. Me 9:33 pm *... slouches a bit further* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Soundwave glances over again, confused.* @Prowl: (txt): ...Clocks: bothersome? Me 9:34 pm *negative ping* Bevel 9:34 pm *oooo pretty clocks* Impact 9:34 pm Oh! Oh! Bevel, you and Whirl talked about clocks! Tiny geeeears ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *Tilts his helm. Well, he's learned that particular lesson. If Prowl wants to tell him what it really is, he will.* //Cuckoos don't got wings, or what?// Me 9:35 pm *it was the handcuffs, actually. And the reminder of his old job.* Bevel 9:36 pm The tiniest. I want to see a video about automatons. Do they have one? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *Soundwave's started skimming the list to make sure there's no more Surprises. He checks again.* [[Not this time. Perhaps another.]] Me 9:38 pm *... although the clock also makes him think about Whirl's job, and the conversation he had about it with Whirl, which... admittedly doesn't help things* Bevel 9:38 pm Aw. Ok. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[This is strangely discomfiting to watch. More than the assembly of a helicopter.]] boomtank 9:41 pm ............ Impact 9:41 pm brain bits! Me 9:42 pm *little bit, yeah* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[Still. They do make decent audio equipment.]] Impact 9:43 pm 3:D Bevel 9:43 pm Armor! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm //Heh, that looked like that purple guy. Uh. Tornadus?// Bevel 9:44 pm Chain mail looks really cool when you wear it. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm //Ratbat useta have a cape like that.// //Wouldn't never shut up about it.// Bevel 9:46 pm Ha. Me 9:46 pm Really? Metal capes were considered... gauche, in my universe. A senator wouldn't be caught dead in one. Bevel 9:48 pm *this makes her miss her old suit of armor look* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[It -was-, if you ask him. But we no longer had access to fabric by then.]] Me 9:48 pm *so this is when humans first decided they wanted to be robots. with suits of armor. disconcerting to watch.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm ((i'd meant this one for windchill cuz of their grub, but sadly they are not here today ;; )) Impact 9:49 pm COloooooors ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm [[Hm. Crayons, perfumes, plastics, lubricants, fuels... bricks.]] [[They are creative. He will give them that.]] Me 9:50 pm All that with ancient slurried flesh. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm *Tiny huff.* [[You have a way with words.]] [[And 'deli meat' with the fresher form. We must not forget that.]] Me 9:51 pm ... So I've been accused. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm [[Complimented.]] Me 9:53 pm ... That's less frequent. Me 9:54 pm ((who was the lipstick for?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm ((we are on the last few, do not worry y'all)) [[The loss of whoever didn't see.]] ((nobody in particular, i just thought it was interesting)) //...Paint?// Impact 9:55 pm paint to make faces fancy! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm //Oh! For scarin' opponents. Gotcha.// Me 9:56 pm Wouldn't it be easier to just tattoo their lips? Bevel 9:56 pm Human blood is red. boomtank 9:56 pm Looks interesting Bevel 9:56 pm I think the paint is less painful. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:56 pm [[Perhaps they do not know how to do that.]] Impact 9:56 pm And you can change up your colors! Me 9:57 pm I've seen humans putting on lipstick. They have to continuously reapply it. They know how to tattoo everything else. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm *He points to Impact.* [[Then it may be what she said - color changing. Wanting more than one choice.]] //What's the pointa colors though? Ain't like they got... I dunno, blue 'n purple blood.// Bevel 9:58 pm Looks cool. Impact 9:58 pm Exactly! Me 9:59 pm Maybe it helps them tell each other apart. *all humans look the same.* Impact 9:59 pm and also tasty! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm [[Hm. That does make sense.]] And he's snapped forward. *Great. He's hungry again.* boomtank 9:59 pm Oh! Showing food again? Bevel 9:59 pm Yay food Impact 10:00 pm Foooooood~ ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm //Next time, I wanna see gold.// Impact 10:00 pm Yeah! Me 10:00 pm *... mental note, Soundwave likes silver.* *if that snap forward is anything to go by* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm *Prowl has no. idea.* Bevel 10:01 pm Mythril. Impact 10:01 pm Mithril!!!! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[....Hm?]] Bevel 10:02 pm Silver looks kind of like mythril. Impact 10:03 pm *nodding* Me 10:03 pm What's mythril? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm [[Tastes better, he'd think.]] Impact 10:03 pm It's a metal from middle earth! Me 10:03 pm *okay, well that answers whether soundwave likes silver aesthetically or culinarily.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *It's both, actually, but shh...* Me 10:04 pm ... The equator? Bevel 10:04 pm Middle Earth is a place. Impact 10:04 pm With mithril! Bevel 10:05 pm It is a really light and strong metal that is really valuable and great for armor and swords and stuff. Impact 10:05 pm I like to lick it. Bevel 10:05 pm It tastes good too. *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm ((plot twist: mithril is ununtrium)) Me 10:06 pm ((LOL)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm //It's so... squishy.// Bevel 10:06 pm [[pft ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm //...I kinda wanna stick my hands in it.// Impact 10:06 pm ((only destroyed by hungry child robos)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //I mean, not really, cuz it'd get all in everythin', but it looks kinda fun.// Bevel 10:08 pm Take forever to get clean. Impact 10:08 pm Mmmhmm ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //Seriously.// Impact 10:09 pm Bedtime for meeee! G'night everybody! Bevel 10:09 pm Night, Impact ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm //Seeya, Impact!// Impact 10:09 pm You can have my extra snacks, Bevel. Bevel 10:09 pm Thanks! Impact 10:09 pm *Waves on the way out the door* Bevel 10:10 pm *appreciates gift from tiny child friend* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm *Another kind of insect thread? He settles back to watch.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm @Prowl: (txt): Tarantulas' method seems simpler. Me 10:13 pm «I'm sure he made it that way.» *Prowl wonders if Tarantulas's could be used for fabric too* Bevel 10:14 pm How do they keep it from getting tangled if it is so thin and they just pile it on that plate at the beginning? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm //Wait. So humans wear worm goo?// [[...He does not know why it doesn't tangle.]] Bevel 10:15 pm *ah well* Me 10:15 pm No, they wash the worm goo off of the worm threads. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm //Still weird.// Me 10:17 pm *points* See. That. Computer-guided milling. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm *Wonders if Cybertron ever had a version of this.* Me 10:17 pm That's what they should have done with the pens. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[He did wonder what would happen if the human making the pens carved them for too long. They shrank very quickly.]] [[Your solution would ensure that did not happen.]] Me 10:18 pm *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm @Prowl: (txt): Last file next. Prowl wants fossil information afterward? Me 10:20 pm ... If you still have time. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:20 pm *Nods. He does.* *Ohhhhh that's pretty.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[...Fascinating.]] Bevel 10:22 pm Cool! Me 10:22 pm *math!!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *Things to look into more often for his work: mirrors.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Tap tap taptaptap.* Bevel 10:25 pm That was awesome. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[It was. As were most of those. He would like to see more, eventually.]] Me 10:26 pm *fossils!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm ((wait do we want this or the bill nye one)) Bevel 10:27 pm *has videos about cool swords if SW is ever interested* Me 10:27 pm ((bill nye is great but also 25 minutes)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm ((this one it is)) *Soundwave is still lightly tapping Prowl. Hey. Hey.* Me 10:28 pm *what huh that's him?* Yes? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm @Prowl: (txt): Kaleidoscope. Math art. Prowl could make? Me 10:29 pm ... I could do the math part. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm *Soundwave is sorta stunned that these weird print fossil things have survived longer than he's been alive.* *Nods. Okay. Okay, if Prowl can do the math part... nod.* Me 10:29 pm I probably wouldn't have the finesse to... assemble it... or, uh... do the aesthetic bits. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[It -is- insulation.]] Me 10:30 pm *sorry he's also being distracted by the age of these fossils. They're ten—thirty times older than him* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[...Dead statues?]] Me 10:31 pm So it's not the creature at all. Bevel 10:31 pm It turns into a rock. Cool. Me 10:31 pm The creature DOES rot away. It leaves behind a mold that's filled with stone. Bevel 10:31 pm Earth made a copy! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[Fascinating...]] Bevel 10:32 pm Frog. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm //Praise!// boomtank 10:32 pm Awesome Me 10:32 pm ((praise)) Bevel 10:33 pm These are really old. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm [[...That fish is 240 million years old?]] Me 10:33 pm *that rock is almost fifty times older than Prowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *He. He needs a minute, here.* boomtank 10:33 pm Holy.... HOW Me 10:34 pm *almost EIGHTY times older* Bevel 10:34 pm *these things are like 100x older than her or more* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm *Beeps quietly. He didn't know this cephalopod was that old a creature...* Me 10:35 pm *... did that noise just come out of soundwave* Bevel 10:35 pm Some stuff looks the same. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm *...It might've.* boomtank 10:35 pm -all of these fossils are older than him- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm [[The plants can be fossilized as well? But they are not meat.]] Me 10:36 pm *............... cute* Bevel 10:36 pm I think they are made out of the same stuff that turns into rocks in the fishes and stuff. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm *Shakes his helm. That was - he's - that's gonna take some processing.* [[Does anyone else have anything they wanted expanded on?]] Me 10:37 pm *restrains self from asking for more fossils* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *Well, I mean, Prowl -could- ask again.* Bevel 10:37 pm I think everything on Earth is, um, cardon-based so maybe everything can turn into a rock. I want to see more swords. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *While we figure out swords and whatnot* Me 10:39 pm *he got more fossils anyway* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm //Oh, hey, I remember this scrap. That's the Jurassic Park stuff. The bug rocks.// Me 10:41 pm ((I like the "penis -->" label)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm ((i'm so sorry oh my god i didn't know)) Me 10:41 pm ((IT'S OKA Y IT'S JUST A BUG DONG)) Bevel 10:41 pm Whoa. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm [[One last video on Bevel's request, and then he will return us to music for the night.]] Me 10:42 pm *one looks like tarantulas. tarantulas is emulating a species that's at least twenty times older than tarantulas himself* Bevel 10:43 pm ...Gimli is cooler than Aragorn anyway. *accepts this* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm [[...Unpleasant.]] Bevel 10:48 pm Awesome. Thanks, Soundwave! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *Nods.* *Soundwave stretches.* Bevel 10:49 pm *well she has a favorite yt channel now* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:49 pm [[A pleasant break from fiction. He appreciates the indulgence.]] boomtank 10:51 pm That was fun ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm [[It pleases him to know you thought so.]] Me 10:52 pm *it's soothing to watch something designed to plainly and clearly help you understand something new, rather than something designed to confuse you for 75 minutes and then try to make sense of it all in 15 minutes.* *... or maybe his tolerance for recreational confusion has just been shot* *probably by the jet pack umbrellas* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm *Everyone needed a Sensibility Break after THAT one.* boomtank 10:54 pm -stands and stretches- Bevel 10:54 pm *it's fun being educated about stuff* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm [[Departing, Blaster?]] boomtank 10:55 pm Yeah. I got a few things left to do before tomorrow I may have kinda put them off... Bevel 10:55 pm I should go too. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm *Nods.* [[He will not keep you from them. The assistance earlier was]] technically unnecessary no no don't say that [[appreciated.]] [[And farewell to you too, Bevel.]] boomtank 10:57 pm Thanks for the videos, and you're welcome. G'night. -waves and then off to home- Bevel 10:58 pm Night! *waves to SW, Rumble, and Prowl before leaving* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm *Rumble looks around and... uh. He'll just. Follow Bevel outside, maybe go play poker with some of the minis out back.* Me 11:00 pm *... wait, that wave was in his direction. vaguely nods back after Bevel's already gone and can't see it* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:00 pm *Soundwave pings Bevel with a shot of the nod.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm (txt): Question postponed earlier: If Buzzsaw assisted, Prowl would perform precise mirror adjustment? Me 11:03 pm ... If you want? But the math can be done just by eyeballing it, he could probably adjust the mirrors as well himself. Perhaps better, since he's got the fine motor skills for it. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm (txt): ...Would like, when Prowl: able. If willing. *It might be nice to have something visually pleasing come out of this alliance, just in case it ever falls apart. A tangible memory of a good time. Has to be stolen instead of just erased or lost.* Me 11:07 pm ... Sure. All right. *doesn't see WHY, but okay* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm *Dips helm.* (txt): Appreciated. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm (txt): Prowl time: limited? Returns home? Me 11:13 pm It doesn't really matter. *work isn't for a while.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm (txt): Understood. Stay welcome if wanted, not unwanted. Presence: soothing. *He's gonna get comfortable curled up on his 2/3rds of the seat and just watch Prowl contently. If all he's got is the avatar, he's gonna work on memorizing more about it than he already has.* Me 11:23 pm ... *slouches more* *leans against soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm *Tug tug.* Me 11:25 pm *is tugged?* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm (txt): Thought: Soundwave given Prowl assistance permission. What best skill, surveillance? Me 11:29 pm ... Delegating to other mechs who actually know how to perform surveillance. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm *Trembles* (txt): Soundwave accepted delegated work long before. Second best? Me 11:31 pm *... thinks.* *gets tired thinking. gives up.* It's not really one of my skillsets. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm *Small nod.* (txt): ...Prowl can read monitors, multiple? Me 11:33 pm ... I suppose. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *Soundwave taps a nothing pattern, thinking.* Me 11:34 pm ... You don't have to find me more work, you know. Or—different work. Whatever you're doing. You don't have to. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm *He flicks a hand.* (txt): Starscream gave new opportunity. New opportunity: interesting. Idea forming. (txt): ...Prowl would see station setup? Game information, when played. Personal curiosity. Potential replication reserve. Me 11:39 pm *"opportunity"? was that what it looked like to soundwave? as far as prowl was concerned, all work was the same now.* ... I... No. Not this time, I don't think. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:40 pm *That's - surprising. He would have expected Prowl to jump at the chance to see where he does his work, even in this state. But, all right.* Me 11:41 pm *the thought of preparing for a game left him feeling prematurely exhausted. That wasn't the state of mind he should see it in.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:41 pm (txt): Understood. Perhaps later. *Bunts shoulder with helm.* Me 11:41 pm *and he felt just a little bit worse, knowing that he couldn't appreciate an offered gift. a small nod.* ... I should head back. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm (txt): Acknowledged. Acquire passable rest level. Me 11:43 pm *another nod.* *flickers and disappears*

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Saving Alex: Chapter 2

Type: Hurt/Comfort     Rating: T    Characters: Lena L., Kara D./Supergirl, Alex D., Maggie S.

It is assumed that the events of 2X19 continued as they did in the show, just with Lena in communication with Winn instead of considering Rhea.

Kara was pacing in the control center as Winn typed furiously at his computer. Mon-El stood in the background, watching.

"Please tell me that you've got something," Kara pleaded desperately.

"We've literally tried everything…checked call logs, traced family members…there's nothing," Winn said, panic creeping into his own voice.

"We even tried to hack into the security cameras at Alex's apartment building and across the city to see if we could track where she was taken. But, someone had wiped all of the memory from that night," Lena chimed in from speaker phone.

Kara let out a distressed moan that made Lena's heart drop. She wanted so badly to magically find Alex Danvers, to take everyone's pain away.

"Hey, we'll figure something out Kara. Plus, Alex is incredibly smart and strong. We'll all get through this," Lena said, trying to help ease Kara's mind.

"I'm going to talk to Maggie, see if she has gotten anything else out of him… wh…where's Maggie?"

Flash forward to Maggie and Kara finding and freeing Alex.

Alex's body looked lifeless floating in that tank of water. Maggie and Kara both felt the panic rise in their chests and exchanged a glance filled with fear.

Kara rushed to smash open the tank and the water came spilling out along with Alex. Kara and Maggie both rushed to her side, pulling her close to them. She was freezing and shaking, but she was alive.

Flash forward to after the "I love you's"

Alex was exhausted, after the roller coaster of emotions that the past day had brought she finally felt safe and content. Her girlfriend loves her and was finally getting along with her Supergirl sister, she was out of that water tank, and she was alive. But, she was so drained and so sore, all she wanted was to go home. Especially because despite being dry and under heat lamps, shivers still periodically wracked her body and her big fuzzy blanket and hot cocoa at home (along with cuddles from Maggie) were calling her.

"Maggie, when can we go home?"

"Hmmm, I don't know. Let me find J'onn and ask," Maggie said, squeezing Alex's hand before walking away.

As Maggie was leaving, Kara walked up.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" she asked softly.

"Sore…tired…but great," Alex answered with a glowing smile.

"What's that smile for? Well…other than being alive."

"Well, my little sister and my amazing girlfriend swooped in to save the day. Aaaannnddd, Maggie and I finally said the L word…"

Kara's face lit up.

"Oh my Rao! You two said you love each other?!"

Alex just smiled and nodded, a faint pink showing in her still pale cheeks.

"I'm so happy for you! Where was Maggie going just now?"

"To see when I can go home," Alex said with a shiver, her smile faltering.

"Still feeling cold?" Kara asked, worry flashing across her face.

Alex nodded and pulled her blanket up closer to her chin. Kara reached out and rubbed Alex's shoulder gently trying to transfer some of her own body heat to her freezing sister.

Maggie came back and immediately sensed the shift in energy in the room.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her mind jumping to a million worse case scenarios in the second it took for Kara to answer.

"Alex is just still so cold and tired."

"Can we go home Maggie?" Alex asked, suddenly sounding like a little kid.

"Of course, sweetie. J'onn just gave me the ok. Do you want Kara to come with us?" Maggie answered, stroking Alex's hair lightly.

Alex smiled weakly at the suggestion. Yesterday, Maggie wouldn't have offered that up so easily. Maybe there was some good that came out of her captivity.

"Yes please," Alex answered. Maggie alone would make her feel safe. Maggie and Kara would make her feel untouchable.

Alex moved to stand up, but swayed as soon as she was on her feet. Maggie and Kara both caught her, one on each side.

"I've got it," Alex insisted as she took an unsteady step.

"Babe, maybe you should use a wheel chair or let Kara carry you…"

Alex knew Maggie was just being a concerned girlfriend. But, she was not ready to let her baby sister carry her through the DEO. So, she walked…leaning heavily on Maggie who kept her arm wrapped tightly around her waist and closely followed by Kara who would undoubtedly catch her if Maggie's grip somehow slipped.

Once the trio reached Alex's apartment building, Alex finally agreed to let Kara carry her up to her unit. All of her remaining energy had been spent walking through the DEO.

Kara made sure to gently place Alex on the couch while Maggie went to grab Alex's favorite flannel PJs and fuzzy blanket. Alex accepted the change of clothes gratefully. Before Maggie could hand her the blanket, Kara stopped her.

"Hold on, Alex used to love when I would do this when we were kids in the winter after a long day of sledding and snow forts."

Kara focused her heat vision on the blanket.

"Kara! Aren't you going to light it on fire?" Maggie exclaimed.

Alex laughed, "She's had a lot of practice. And trust me, we had our share of fires. I can't remember the last time you heated a blanket for me Kara."

Kara beamed, reminiscing about their childhood. She seriously doesn't know what she would have done if she lost her big sister today. Kara handed Alex the now toasty blanket and Alex cocooned herself in it.

Maggie reached down and rubbed Alex's back gently. "Can I get you anything? Soup, tea…hot cocoa?"

"Hmmmm, soup and hot cocoa would be great please," Alex replied wrapping her blanket closer around her and curling up on the couch.

Kara stopped Maggie before she could walk to the kitchen. "Stay with Alex, keep her warm. I'll grab the food."

Maggie smiled, her dimples showing. "Thanks little Danvers."

Maggie sat down next to Alex and Alex quickly shifted to have her head in Maggie's lap. Kara was back quickly with the food though and Alex whined when she had to sit up. Still, she accepted the warm bowl and mug. As she slurped at the soup, she could feel the heat seeping through her body. That paired with her favorite blanket and two favorite girls, she was surrounded by warmth. Maggie had flipped on the TV and put on Friends, one of Alex's favorite feel good shows for when she's had a rough day. After she finished eating, Alex leaned heavily into Maggie ,whose arm was draped around her shoulders, and reached out to hold her sister's hand.

"Thank you both for saving me and for taking care of me."

At this, Maggie squeezed Alex's shoulder and Kara tightened her grip gently on Alex's hand as they exchanged glances.

"I think it's safe to say we'd both go to the ends of the earth, or rather the universe, to keep you safe," Kara offered.

"And don't you ever doubt that Alex, we both love you too much not to," Maggie added.

Alex just smiled and snuggled closer to Maggie who moved her hand to gently stroke her girlfriend's hair. The three of them stayed there like that for a while in silence, just enjoying each others presence and letting themselves finally relax after the stress of the day. Alex could feel herself drifting off as she listened to Maggie's heartbeat. Kara heard Alex's breathing even out and glanced over to see Alex asleep.

"Do you think we should move her to the bed?" Kara asked.

"Let her stay like this a little while longer," Maggie said, dimples deepening as she watched the steady rise and fall of Alex's chest.

After another hour or so, Maggie felt herself growing tired. She moved to get up, making sure to support Alex's head as she did so. Alex visibly frowned in her sleep as her body registered the change in temperature around her.

"I think it's time for bed," Maggie said to Kara, "Want to help me move her?"

Kara carefully lifted her older sister and placed her in bed still swathed in her blanket.

"Thanks for everything today, Kara. I don't want to think about what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

"No, no. Thank you Maggie! Without you, I don't know what we would have done."

"I guess we make a pretty good team Little Danvers," Maggie said with a laugh.

Kara could see the sleep creeping into Maggie's eyes.

"That we do. But, go get some sleep. I'm going to head home."

"You're welcome to stay if you'd like."

"I need some fly time after today, it always helps me process things. I'll be back in the morning though, to check on Alex. Don't hesitate to call if something happens."

"Wouldn't dream of it, goodnight Supergirl."

"G'night Maggie."

Kara walked out onto her sister's balcony, taking in the view of the stars before taking off into the night sky. She did a full sweep of the city before landing softly back at home. As soon as she had walked into her apartment, he phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, a smile crept onto her face when she saw the name.

Lena Luthor.

There is some Supercorp in the future! Followed by more Sanvers. Please let me know what you think! Thanks so much for reading :)

Chapter 1