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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Consolation || Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: you know it’s probably not great that you always turn to your best friend Bucky whenever you’re especially hurt by your husband. you know your husband should probably care that you spend so much time with him, but he doesn’t. which is good, in the end, because you two really are just friends… until you’re not.

word count: 4k

warnings: smut!, infidelity (see summary, reader is married), descriptions of failing/sexless marriage, angst, fluff, ~feelings~

You were good at hiding it— the real reason why you showed up at Bucky's apartment unexpectedly, that is.

It wasn’t entirely unexpected: you sent a text first, asking if he was down for a movie night, telling him you missed when you used to hang out more. He did, too, but he had always been afraid your husband would be an issue. Nice enough guy, but he didn’t seem to trust Bucky entirely… certainly didn’t seem to love that you two were so close.

And who could blame him? A beautiful, sweet, smart girl like you… he understood why your husband didn’t want you hanging out with other guys when avoidable. I’ve told him a thousand times, you’re just a friend— you’re just Bucky, you would tell him when you were recounting arguments, explaining why it had been a while since you two had had a chance to catch up. But Bucky never told you that your husband was right to worry, that he had dreamed since he met you of being more than ‘just a friend,’ that he himself was the reason you two didn’t spend more time together: because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from confessing his feelings.

Because of course he would never make a move on his best friend— on a married woman. It would be so overwhelmingly inappropriate, such a colossal waste of time; and it wasn’t like he couldn’t handle just being your friend. Sure, it killed him a little bit sometimes, but it was worth it a million times over to be near you at all. He would take what he could get… and if that meant platonic movie night because you’d had another argument with your husband, then so be it.

“I stopped by the store on my way; heard your ice cream reserve was depleted,” you explained as you brandished the Ben & Jerry’s before slipping past him to put them in his freezer.

He watched you walk there, silently hating how comfortable you were in his apartment. He loved it, but he hated it, too.

“What are we watching?” you asked, snapping him back to reality.

“Uh, I dunno…”

“You were supposed to pick while I was driving over, genius,” you grumbled sarcastically.

“I narrowed it down to The Ring or You’ve Got Mail,” he decided suddenly.

You chuckled lightly and the sound lifted his spirits. “Okay, so, two drastically different evenings."

“I mean, if you think about it, they’re both about meeting new people through technology,” he corrected.

“Do VHS tapes count as technology?” you raised an eyebrow incredulously.

“They do to me,” he shrugged.

With the ice cream supply exhausted and Bucky’s largest plastic bowl now containing only the unpopped kernels and little broken pieces of popcorn that didn’t make the cut, the third act of The Ring was beginning and you were spending more time covering your eyes than not.

“Let me know when the scary part is over,” you requested weakly from between the hands on your face.

“It’s a horror movie; the whole thing is one long scary part!” he laughed.

You peeked out through your fingers only to see another terrifying moment, yelping and hiding yourself in his chest.

He froze, not sure at all what to do with your face pressed against him; he held his breath in case the inflation of his chest would disturb you.

“I can’t look!” you whimpered, voice muffled by his shirt.

He lifted his hand in consideration of stroking your hair comfortingly, but ultimately decided against it and set it back down.

Thankfully, the movie was almost over and you wouldn’t stay cuddled up to him after it ended— meaning he’d finally be free from the glorious torture of your nearness.

But then the credits were rolling and you still didn’t budge, holding him tight. At first he thought you were just still scared, but then you took a slow, shaky breath… and he realized something was wrong with you, way beyond just a spooky movie.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, preparing to hear you explain what really happened with you and your husband that made you come here.

You just shook your head a little against his chest, making him sigh.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he continued, and you hesitated before pulling back and sitting up straight again. As painful as it had been, he missed your touch already.

“Yes,” you answered, “but I shouldn’t.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

“But I need to.”

“Okay.”

“But I can’t.”

“...okay…”

You groaned and hid your face in your hands— not from fear this time, but exasperation. “I told myself that if it ever got to this point, I’d tell someone. But now I… I don’t know.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed.

"He doesn't… we don't…” you started and stopped a few times. “God, Buck, I can't even say it…"

"You don't have to—" he began to tell you, but you said it anyway, tearing your hands away from your face and looking back at him sternly.

"He hasn't touched me in months. And today marks an entire year since the last time I had sex."

He tried not to choke when he heard that. He figured you were just going to say that he was texting a female coworker too much or flip-flopping about if he wanted kids or not. This was something else entirely. "Oh… um, wow."

“Yeah.”

He wasn’t sure where to start. In spite of all his obliviousness, he was pretty sure he should say something, he just didn’t know what. “And he… he knows that you… want that? I mean, you’ve like… tried to, you know… initiate things, right?” He cringed at his own voice, and stupid question.

You laughed a little, in a sad way. "I've begged him for it, fuck, it's so humiliating. It doesn't even work. He's always too tired, not in the mood, busy with something. And of course I want to respect him and not pressure him into anything but at the same time, I feel so fucking unlovable— so hideous."

"You're not hideous,” he said firmly, more sure of that than anything else he’d said so far.

“I try to believe that, really,” you mitigated, “I try not to take it personally— but fuck, it feels personal. Do you know how often people talk about sex? It’s like society has this idea that men just wanna bang twenty-four hours a day and the only thing stopping them is women being prudes. Do you know what it’s like to hear people talk like that when your husband rejects you every night? Do you know how it feels to hear your girlfriends complaining about how their boyfriends are pestering them for sex too often, and you’re just sitting there screaming inside your head ‘at least he wants you’? Bucky, you can’t even imagine…”

“I can’t,” he agreed.

"It's been so long…” you sighed shakily, collecting yourself before you started again. “It's been so long since somebody touched me. I wondered if I would forget what it felt like."

His hand shook a little as he reached out with his flesh hand and brushed it against your arm, staring into your watery eyes and finding less fear there than he expected, thankfully.

"Did you forget?" he asked softly.

"I must have," you mumbled, "it feels better than I remembered."

The heartbreak in your voice made anger bubble up in his chest, amazed at how your husband ever allowed this to happen; ever allowed you to become so touch-starved that even just a brush on your arm made you emotional. "I can't imagine being with you every day and not wanting to touch you whenever I could get the chance,” he admitted. “I can't imagine being your husband and not making love to you every day, every hour, whenever you wanted; whenever you'd let me. I can't imagine having you beg me for something and not giving it to you— I'd give you everything."

He had to fight a gasp as you suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a kiss, a bit sudden at first but melting into something gentle and patient and soft.

“Then do it,” you whispered as you finally pulled back; he could barely think straight to even process what you were saying. “Give me everything.”

He nodded a little before he kissed you again, rough but deep and slow. His hands roamed your body like he'd wished to for so long; his tongue slid against yours and the taste of you drove him wild.

As hard as it was to break from your lips, he moved his kisses down your jaw to your neck, sucking at your pulse as you groaned and clutched at his shoulders through his shirt.

"Fuck," you whispered under your breath, and he must've heard you swear a million times but this time it sounded so different.

His cock was straining against his jeans already, just from this— it was like he was a fucking teenager again, but to be fair, you'd always had that effect on him: sweaty palms, stammering, sudden boners. It was like lifelong puberty with you around.

When his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, just barely brushing over the skin right above your sweats, you pulled back briefly to pull your shirt off over your head. He thought it might be awkward if he just stood there gawking at your chest, so he only allowed himself a moment of it before he got back to work holding you tight and kissing your collarbones.

He pulled you closer and you must've felt his cock pressed against you because you gasped a little. And you must've liked it, because your hand slipped down and rubbed him through the front of his jeans, making him choke on nothing.

“S’big,” you mumbled, and he grinned a little.

“Feel what you do to me?” he asked softly, and you nodded a little before grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand down your body and into the waistband of your pants. He shuddered when he felt how warm your skin was, the lacy fabric of your panties, the slick folds you guided his fingers through.

“Feel what you do to me?” you shot back, but your cockiness faded when he circled his middle finger over your swollen bud. He loved the way your body reacted so easily, subtle little gasps and shivers, your hips jolting forward for more stimulation. You both moaned when he pushed a finger into your channel, your walls already pulsing around him.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

You whispered your approval and he twisted the finger inside you. Even just that made you let out a heavy breath, your hands reaching down to grip his wrist— they didn’t push him away, thankfully, just reminded him to be gentle with you as he added the second finger, pushing a bit deeper than before.

“More,” you whimpered your plea, “I want more.”

For a second he thought you meant more fingers, but then you opened your eyes and gave him a look… that look.

It made it abundantly clear that fingers weren’t going to be enough. After all, you had asked him to give you everything. So he gladly obliged when you started to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. You lifted your hips to let him pull down your sweats, not giving him much time to drink in the sight of you before you started opening his fly for him.

Being undressed by you made his heart race; the way you rushed, like you couldn’t wait a moment longer to have him, was flattering yet relatable.

You sighed when you got his cock out, instantly wrapping your hand around his shaft and stroking. He shuddered at the softness of your hands, at your gentle but persistent exploration. Clearly it had been a while since you’d gotten the chance to interact with a dick, but it didn’t show in any lack of skill— if anything it just made you more eager, your grip firm but your touches gentle. He kissed you again, holding your face in one hand and leaning you back with the other until you were laid on the couch and he was hovering over you.

He guided your hand away from his cock, replacing it with his own as he guided the weeping head over your slick folds, smiling at your gasp when he bumped against your clit.

“Do you want this?” he asked, fully prepared for you to back out now before you did something you really couldn’t take back.

“Yes.” Your answer was more confident than he was expecting, but he still couldn’t really believe it. It was just too good to be true. So he had to check again.

“...are you sure?”

"Don't make me beg, Bucky," you whimpered, "I've done it enough, I can't do it again. Just make love to me— I need you inside me, please…"

Your head fell back as he pushed into you, your nails digging into his shoulders until he stopped from fear of hurting you (even though it took more willpower than he knew he had).

"Don't stop," you whined, "need to feel all of you, Bucky, please please don't stop—"

He definitely didn't have enough willpower to resist that. Slamming into you all at once, he hissed as you cried out, baring his teeth at the sight of you quivering and moaning beneath him.

"I— I need a second," you explained, voice tight with ill-concealed pain, "it's been a while.”

"I can wait," he nodded, "I won't move until you're ready."

He could tell you were struggling, because how could you not be when you felt so fucking tight around him? He guided you to breathe slowly with him, feeling your body relax slightly and noticing the way your face untwisted as you became more comfortable.

You nodded a little, but he needed to hear you say it. "Fuck me," you whispered.

And he did.

He still kept his pace measured and relaxed, savoring every inch of you— savoring your reactions to every inch of him.

But watching your face was going to push him towards the edge too fast, and he wanted to make this last if possible, so he leaned down to suck on your neck, thoroughly tasting your skin as you moaned and writhed beneath him. It felt incredible to surround your body with his, to cage you in and pin you down with his weight— it made him feel like he could protect you, keep you safe, even though he knew he couldn’t save you from heartache as much as he wanted to.

If you wanted someone to touch you, to give you affection, to make love to you and make you feel loved, then you’d come to the right place. That came to him naturally; the hard part was going to be letting you go, letting this be the one-time favor for a friend that he already knew it was.

“You feel so good,” he found himself whispering against your skin, just beside your ear, “so good for me.”

The praise must have had a strong effect on you, because your walls tightened around him suddenly.

“So perfect,” he continued, wanting to feel it again, “my perfect girl.” And you weren’t his girl, but maybe he could pretend you were; you certainly seemed to enjoy pretending, with the way your moans egged him on. “God, baby, your pussy feels so fucking good around my cock.”

“Bucky,” you whined, arching your back, and he grinned because it was obvious that you responded even better to dirty talk than praise.

“You like that, huh? You like makin’ me feel good?” he pressed, laughing a little when you nodded feverishly. “Fuck, such a good girl… takin’ me so good, so fuckin’ deep…”

You grabbed him by his hair to make him kiss you again, hungry lips smashing against his.

Inspired by your passion but afraid of what he’d do with all of this control, he wrapped his arms around you and hoisted you up until he was sitting while you straddled him, looking up at you with a grin. "Ride me, pretty girl, show me how bad you want it," he instructed lowly. The way you rocked your hips and threw your head back was everything he'd dreamed it would be, increased exponentially. Of course, he'd never told anyone that he dreamed about that, but he'd also never thought it could ever come true. He ran his hands over every part of you he could reach, just to make sure it was real; just to make sure he memorized the feel of you while he could.

He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around a hardened nipple, sucking gently and smirking a little when you moaned loudly. “You’re sensitive here,” he noted aloud, kissing his way to the other nipple but still teasing the first with his metal fingers.

Your moans came faster and louder, your fingers combing through his hair and pulling seemingly unintentionally. He noticed that you let your eyes fall shut, your head crane back, and although he was glad that it was a sign of pleasure, he wanted to see you; he wanted you to see him, know that it was him making you feel this way. so, he reached up and cupped your face in his hand, cradling your cheek, pulling you closer to look at him, staring into your eyes— and he knew it wasn't a subtle move, wasn't believable as a guy just helping out a friend, but he didn't care anymore. When he kissed you again, it almost felt like you meant it, too; like you wanted him first, and not just as a consolation prize.

But you pulled back a little too soon, a reminder to both of you that this couldn’t be anything more than what it was.

Your hips gyrated faster and more vigorously, his hands gripping you tight and guiding your movements while you sighed and bit your lip. You looked so indescribably good when you were immersed in pleasure like this, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly for balance, your chest swelling and deflating with quick breaths.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered below his breath as his hand softly trailed from your collarbone down to your thigh. The sounds you made were constantly changing, a little more high-pitched and needy now as you rode him faster. He was already picking up on the little signs that you were getting closer: your thighs flexing where they were straddled beside his own, how your body jolted and shivered in his grasp, your eyes wrenched shut and your skin breaking out into goosebumps.

Already he knew your body so well, but he knew there was so much more he would never get the chance to discover. For now, he’d just have to settle for a preview of all the perfect little ways you fell apart.

And, in the interest of speeding that process up a bit, he reached down to where your bodies were joined and circled a thumb over your clit.

“Fuck!” you yelped, your inner muscles bearing down on him out of nowhere until he was forced to groan from your tightness.

“You close?” he stammered out, way less confident than he meant it to be. He should’ve said something cool like ‘I know you’re close’ or ‘aw, baby, does that feel good?’ but no, he was too far gone and gave his own desperation away.

"Yes, baby, I'm so close," you sighed, "I'm gonna come— you're gonna make me come."

You said it with a hint of shock in your voice, like you could barely believe it. He couldn't believe it, either, because it was surely too good to be true.

"Come for me," he instructed firmly, pulling you closer until his nose brushed against yours, "say my name when I make you come."

It was unfair, but he needed to pretend you were his for just a moment. Only his.

"Bucky," you whimpered shakily. Your walls tightened around him so perfectly, over and over, until it took everything in him not to bust right then. "Bucky, I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming—"

"I know," he whispered, "I know, pretty girl, keep going."

Your nails dug into his skin, but he couldn’t even notice the pain when he was watching your face as you came— it was tight and twisted at first, before falling into a gasp and a moan that made his heart swell along with his cock that painted your walls the absolute second he knew you’d come. It was intense, not just from holding back for so long, but from knowing he was coming inside you.

He sighed and started to catch his breath as you slumped forward and buried your face in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you closer, the warmth of your body nearly overwhelming now as he felt little aftershocks ripple through your channel around where he was still within you.

"Thank you," you whispered, so quiet he could barely hear it. But he did, and he nodded a little as he rested his face against yours, stroking your hair gently. You held each other in silence for a long time, so long that when your breathing slowed down significantly and he could feel your body relax entirely, he realized you had fallen asleep.

Carefully, he held you tighter so he could stand up and carry you to his bedroom, your body instinctively wrapping around him like a koala… like even in your sleep, you could act all adorable and break his heart just that much more.

He did his best to tread quietly and gently, laying you down onto the bed and only then pulling his softened cock out of you, finding his discarded boxers to put back on before joining you between the sheets.

He knew you would be gone in the morning but he indulged himself in holding you tonight, breathing your scent and pressing your back against his chest. He didn't want to fall asleep because he didn't want to miss a second of your body wrapped in his, but it was impossible not to with the soft pace of your breathing almost rocking him to sleep like a beautiful lullaby.

Where there was warmth and peace before, he awoke to cold and emptiness— both between his sheets and in himself.

It’s not like he really expected you to stay, and even if you had it wouldn’t mean that you would leave your husband for your best friend, that this would have ever been anything more than a glimpse of what could’ve been in another life or another universe.

He could still smell you, barely, and he buried his face in the sheets to take it all in before it faded away. When it was gone, he pulled back only to find a wet patch of his tears there instead.

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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years ago

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 8

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 4.9K

warnings: explicit language, building tension, drinking alcohol

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"Hey Esmé? Are you up? I really need you right now," you called out through her bedroom door. You shifted your weight on the balls of your feet, knocking on her door.

Aaron had just dropped you off at your apartment, leaving you stunned at the fact that the two of you almost kissed in his car. You had to talk to someone about it otherwise you were certain you would have spontaneously combusted on the spot. You threw your head in your hands in frustration and let out a frustrated groan as you knocked on her door, this time a little bit harder than the first.

"Esmé, please." Artemis was at your heels and she barked at the door, as if she was trying to help you out and get Esmé's attention.

Aggravated mumbling from behind the door grabbed your attention as you heard Esmé shuffling her feet on the floor. When it opened, she was rubbing her eye with one hand and waving her finger around at you with the other.

"I swear to God, Y/N, this better be life or death because I am exhausted. I had some guy puke on me at the ER on my shift and I'm not in the mood to deal with-"

"He tried to kiss me in his car after his lecture," you blurted out to interrupt her rambling.

She stopped rubbing her eyes, looking at you with the one uncovered eye extremely wide. "I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?" She took a step closer to you, still keeping her one hand on top of her eye.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "Aaron. He tried to kiss me today after the lecture."

Esmé quickly grabbed onto your hand and dragged you into her room, making you sit down on her bed. She stood in front of you and was pacing back and forth, her face contorted in disbelief and confusion.

"Aaron...tried...to...kiss...you," she said slowly as if she was taking a moment to process what you just told her.

"Yes, Esmé. It was after his lecture before he dropped me off here." Esmé continued to pace in front of you, holding her chin in her hand.

"Aaron tried to kiss you," she said faster.

"Esmé. I know. Focus here, please. I literally don't know what the fuck to do with myself right now," you said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. You knew that it was a lot to take in and quite frankly, you were still reeling from the moment yourself.

"How the fuck did that even happen?" Esmé asked as she finally gave you her undivided attention.

"It just sort of came out of the blue," you told her. "Well, maybe not that out of the blue the more that I think about it."

"Why's that?"

"He said some things during the lecture and I am pretty positive that they were supposed to be directed at me. Or I guess how he feels about me," you explained. Esmé squatted down in front of you, resting her hands on your thighs.

"What the hell did he say in the lecture?"

You briefly told Esmé about how he kept looking at you during that one specific part of the lecture, how Zeus didn't care about what people thought and that he just wanted to be with the woman he loved.

"He said that in front of everybody?" she asked, her eyes widening in shock.

"Yeah, E. That's why I'm trying not to read too much into it because it was a lecture after all. But it just felt so real."

Esmé let out a small laugh and stood up. "Y/N, I told you this man was smitten. Look at him! He almost kissed you in his car. Jesus fucking Christ. It's like he got smacked upside the head and is finally growing a set to not just tell you how he feels but to show you how he feels."

"I'm trying not to get my hopes up," you said quietly, the lingering uncertainty rattling around in your head.

Esmé looked down at you and furrowed her brows. "Wait. You said tried to kiss you? How do you try to kiss someone and not actually kiss them? I mean it's not that hard. You just have to-"

"Esmé," you said, cutting her off from her impending rant again as you heard the excited yet confused tone in her voice. "He got a call from Jack's school so he had to take it."

Esmé flopped down on the bed next to you on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "So you're telling me that it literally was like a scene out of a fucking movie? Oh my god, Y/N," she said excitedly as she held her face in her hands.

You shrugged your shoulders, twiddling your fingers in your lap. "I guess it was kind of cliché. But, God, E, when I tell you I felt like the world was completely stopped around us when he was moving his head closer to me," you said, exhaling deeply.

Esmé propped herself up on her elbows and a smirk grew on her face. "How about next time you see him, you just go for the gusto. Fucking grab him by the collar or something and just go for it."

You laughed at Esmé's so-called advice, rolling your eyes.

"I mean come on. He clearly has a thing for you already and you sure as hell do too, so might as well reassure his thoughts and feelings by sealing the deal and finish what you started in his car," she continued. She sat up on the edge of her bed next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "And you know just for your sanity, and mine," she muttered as she spoke. Esmé grabbed onto your chin and turned your head to look at her. "Turn your fucking phone off," she said, sending you a death glare as she still held on to your face.

"Noted," you said, laughing lightly as she poked you on your nose, letting go of your face. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you grabbed it quickly, hoping it was the person you needed to hear from the most.

Aaron Hotchner

-Hey, Y/N. Just wanted to let you know that I am keeping Jack home from school tomorrow. Don't worry about coming here to watch him. I took off for the day to make sure he's doing alright.

-And thanks again for coming to my lecture. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

-Tell Jack I hope that he feels better soon!

"Oh my god, did he ask you out yet? Was that what that message was?" Esmé asked excitedly.

You shook your head no and put your phone away. "Jack is sick so I'm not going over there tomorrow."

"Well that's not the worst thing in the world. Now you have an extra day to figure things out." She paused, giving your leg a reassuring squeeze. "And now I have the next day to help you come up with a plan to seduce Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome."

"I don't think that will be necessary," you laughed lightly, not wanting Esmé to meddle in whatever was going on with Aaron.

"Me making the plan? Yeah, probably not. But you definitely have to get into his pants," she encouraged. "Don't let this one get away from you."

"I'm not planning on it."

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Your days off flew by and before you knew it, you were back to your daily routine of watching the young Hotchner.

"How are you feeling, buddy?" you asked Jack as he wrapped his arms around your legs when you picked him up from the bus stop.

"A lot better. I slept a lot yesterday and the day before. I missed school though," he said as he looked up at you from around your waist. "But it's okay. Ms. Kingston told me not to worry about my work or anything." He let go of you and you began to walk towards the Hotchner home.

Your usual game of pebble kicking commenced as Jack told you about his school day.

"Hey Y/N?" he asked as he hopped up the stairs to the porch.

"Yeah, Jack?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you as you grabbed the key to the house from your pocket. "I missed you while I was sick."

You smiled, ruffling his hair. "I missed you, too." You unlocked the door and headed inside, being greeted by the German Shepherd who was eagerly anticipating someone coming home to be with him.

Jack gave Buster his usual scratches behind the ear before going to do his homework at the kitchen table.

You settled down on the couch, still trying to figure out how exactly you were going to bring up the whole almost kiss incident later on with Aaron later on when he got home from work.

It was all you thought about the past two days, keeping you up at night. With Esmé practically interrogating you every time she saw you, you were growing more anxious to talk to him. You worried that there was a lapse of judgement. That he was just caught up in the moment.

But you hoped that wasn't the case.

You hoped that that was his overall intention. That he did want to kiss you. That the words he spoke during his lecture, although they were about the myth, that they applied to the situation that the two of you currently found yourselves in. The words seemed too real, too thought out to only be about the way that the story went. And the fact that his mannerisms in the lecture changed when he was talking about the desire to be with someone and that he didn't care what others thought. He went from glancing around the room and pacing in front of all of his students to stopping dead in his tracks and looking at you.

You could vividly remember how his eyes were searching yours in the lecture hall, as if he was hinting that it all was about you. That it always had been about you.

As you sat on the couch and tried to process everything and think of what you were going to say to Aaron, you were interrupted by the young Hotchner plopping down on the couch next to you.

"Y/N, I'm hungry," he said as he twiddled with his fingers.

"What are you in the mood for?" You turned your attention towards the boy as you propped up your elbow on the back of the couch.

"Can we make pizza together?" he asked softly.

"Make pizza?" You were shocked at his request, not expecting him to want to make his own dinner.

"Yeah. It would be fun and delicious." He smiled softly at you, and you knew he was going to win. That kid was slowly leaving a lasting impression on you, one that you never expected. You truly cared about him the more you spent time with him and you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

You glanced at your watch quickly to get a gauge on the time. "We probably won't have enough time to make our own sauce but we can buy it from your favorite pizza place and still make everything else like the dough. Does that sound good to you, buddy?"

"Yeah!" he hollered in excitement. You gave him a quick high five, an agreement on the plan for the night.

"Give me a few minutes to check to see what Dad has in the kitchen for the dough and toppings and then we'll head out to the store for everything else," you told Jack as you got up from the couch.

"Thanks, Y/N!"

"Of course, Jack."

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After your successful shopping trip to the grocery store and the pizza place, you and Jack were back home prepping the kitchen for your pizza making night.

"Alright, Jack. Ready to start?" you asked, looking at the ingredients scattered on the counter.

Jack nodded in excitement from across the counter and eagerly awaited your instructions.

You helped him measure out everything for the dough and had him start to mix it together while you grated the fresh block of mozzarella cheese to use for your pizzas. And of course, according to Jack, no pizza night would have been complete without pepperoni for the topping so you were going to cut that up as well.

"Okay, Y/N. The dough is all done," Jack said as he wiped his hands off above the counter. He looked adorable as ever, his shirt lightly coated in a bit of flour and a couple little white spots of flour on his face.

"Nice work, Jack," you said as you put down the cheese, figuring you grated enough. You passed Jack a sliver of the pepperoni, taking one for yourself. "Always fun to snack while you're cooking."

He nodded, leaning across the counter awaiting your next instruction. You cleared the countertop of everything besides the bowl of dough by Jack.

"Step one," you said dramatically, trying to get Jack even more excited, "is to put some flour on the counter." You took a pinch of the flour in between your fingers and sprinkled it onto the counter where the two of you were going to work. Jack followed your lead and sprinkled some flour on the counter too.

"Why are we doing this?" he asked curiously.

"It's so the dough doesn't get too sticky on the counter." He let out a small oh as you grabbed the bowl of dough in front of him. "Are we doing little pizzas for everyone or one big one to share?"

Jack tapped his finger on his chin, taking an ample amount of time to think about his decision as if the world depended upon it. "Little ones," he decided.

"Alright, well in that case we have to split the dough evenly." You grabbed the nearby knife and cut the dough into 3 equal parts, one for you, Jack, and Aaron.

"Now what?" Jack asked.

"We have to knead the dough," you explained as you placed one of the sections of dough on the counter where you had sprinkled the flour. You rolled the dough around for a second to coat it in the flour and watched as Jack stared at you, mesmerized at what you were doing.

You rolled the dough on the counter, working to get the air bubbles out of the dough. You kneaded it for a few minutes until you heard the familiar car alarm chirp in the driveway.

"Dad's home?" Jack asked, clearly not expecting his father to be home so soon.

You glanced at the time to see that Aaron was home about two hours earlier than you had anticipated. "I guess so," you said as you heard the front door open.

You continued to work the dough as Aaron came into the kitchen.

"Wow, what's going on here?" he asked as he leaned against the entrance of the kitchen.

"Making pizza," Jack said simply.

"Mhm," Aaron hummed. "Who's idea was that?"

"It was mine," the young Hotchner admitted happily. "I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom."

"Make sure you wash your hands good if you're going to be making this pizza," Aaron called out as Jack ran down the hallway.

You chuckled lightly at Jack's unnecessary announcement as you continued to roll the dough around on the counter. You glanced over to see Aaron watching you work the dough. He furrowed his brows as you worked, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"Can I help you?" you teased, clearly catching him watching you.

Aaron let out a light laugh, coming over to where you and Jack had been cooking. "Nothing, I just—" He paused and clicked his tongue. "It's nothing."

You brushed a strand of hair off your forehead with the back of your hand and looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. "No, what was it?" you asked.

"You're doing too much to the dough," he told you, raising his eyebrows as his way of pointing towards it.

You scoffed playfully, feigning a hurt expression at his comment. "Well, Mr. Chef Boyardee, how should we be kneading the dough then?"

Aaron rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt and you watched as he came around the counter.

You definitely weren't expecting what was coming next.

Aaron stood behind you, pressing his front against your back as he wrapped his arms around your body, his forearms boxing yours in. He placed his hands on top of yours, starting to guide your hands in rolling the dough. His hands covered yours completely, manipulating their movements to continue to knead the dough. He moved his head next to yours, keeping a watchful eye on the workspace in front of you. You felt the warmth radiating off his body as he continued to stand behind you.

"You don't have to work it so much," he whispered into your ear. You shivered at the closeness, trying not to lose your composure as Aaron continued to move your hands, now in a more circular motion to work on getting the dough to be the right shape and to have a bit of a crust.

"The less you keep kneading it, the better," he continued. You leaned back against him, falling into a state of intoxication because of the whole incident that was unraveling.

You couldn't form any coherent words. Or any other thought than the fact that you wanted Aaron to take you right then and there on the countertop. It took all your willpower not to moan in the moment, even though you felt at any moment one would slip past your lips.

Aaron could feel the way your body tensed when he first came up behind you. He thought that maybe you felt uncomfortable in the situation. But then as your body relaxed underneath his touch, he figured you were enjoying the moment just as much as he was.

He didn't want to ever let you go. The feeling of your body pressed against his was permanently engraved in his mind.

He wanted more.

He was tired of running around his feelings. He was determined to talk to you about everything.

"Aaron," you muttered out, practically breathless as he stayed behind you even though the pizza dough had long been stagnant on the counter. Now, it was only the two of you pressed against each other, both of your hands locked together on top of one another on the counter.

"Hm?" he hummed as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

"We need to talk later," you said, feeling overwhelmed by the closeness of him. You knew that you had to talk to him about the events of the past few days and if you didn't stop him now, you wouldn't have been able to help yourself.

"Whatever you want," he muttered as he pressed another kiss underneath your earlobe.

As much as you didn't want him to, Aaron let go of you and you could still feel the way he was pressed up against you. You could subtly make out the mildly toned muscles that were hidden underneath his dress shirt and you imagined what they looked like, how they would have felt underneath your fingertips.

You tried to shake the thoughts from your head but to no avail.

You stood there practically frozen as Jack skipped back into the kitchen. "Okay! I think I can make my pizza now. I think I'm going to be an expert," he asserted.

"I'm sure you are, buddy," Aaron said as he washed his hands in the sink.

"Alright Jack. Let's get going," you told him, feeling your cheeks blush thinking about what just happened.

You were truly in deep shit and there was no going back.

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"Can we play a game now?" Jack pleaded as the three of you just got done eating the pizzas.

"Go pick one out," Aaron said as he wiped his mouth off with his napkin.

Jack ran up to his room, leaving you and Aaron alone. Again.

He cleared his throat as he took a sip of his wine. He placed the glass down in front of you and clasped his hands together, his honey eyes glancing at you. "What did you want to talk about?" he asked.

You took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the impending conversation. "Well to start, I guess, I want to ask you something."

"Anything."

"Now this may be my brain just over analyzing but in, uh, light of recent events we'll say," you started, trying to phrase everything the best you could, "the day at your lecture. I know you were talking about the myth of Zeus and Io. But I just... the words seemed to be saying more than just that. Am I overthinking or was there actually something behind all of that?"

"You'd be right about that," he said bluntly as he took another sip of his wine. "It wasn't just about the myth."

You felt your cheeks blush again as he looked at you. "So you actually meant it?"

"You're a smart girl, Y/N. I figured you'd pick up on it," he said with a smirk.

"And in the car when we were about to kiss—"

"Interruptions are never fun," he interjected. "Like I said that day, Y/N, you're such an amazing person. And if my actions haven't been clear about that and the way I feel about everything, then what can I do to make it clearer?"

Your eyes widened, realizing what he just told you. You figured that some part of him had some sort of feelings for you but to hear it from him was a whole different sense of euphoria.

"I don't want to force you into anything that you don't want," he added. "I know that there are a lot of things about all of this that could be a bit taboo to some people."

You nodded your head, taking a sip of your own wine. "What makes you think that this isn't something that I want?" you asked curiously.

The footsteps of Jack returned and Aaron raised his brow as a way to tell you to stop the conversation for the time being. Later, he mouthed to you as he got up from the dinner table and grabbed your empty plate from in front of you.

"I haven't played this game in forever," Jack said dramatically as he rattled the box in his hands.

"What is it?" you asked as you got up from the table to see what he had.

He held the box out in front of you and you felt your heart race. Of course, it was just the thing that you needed right now to add to the tension that was clearly building between you and Aaron all night.

"Twister!" he hollered.

Jesus fucking Christ, you thought to yourself.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to figure out a way out of playing. You couldn't see it actually helping the current situation in which you found yourself. If anything, you knew that it would make you want to have Aaron absolutely destroy you into oblivion.

"Jack, buddy. I, uh, don't think that this is such a good idea after eating such a big dinner," you told him, trying to think of anything to get out of playing the game. "You don't want to get sick."

"I'll be fine! Come on, Y/N," Jack practically whined.

"Yeah, come on Y/N," Aaron said smugly as he came up from behind you. "It'll be fun to say the least." He placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room. Jack ran around in front of the two of you, quickly laying out the mat for the game on the floor.

You whipped your head around towards Aaron, your eyes wide. "What kind of sick joke is this?" you whispered at him.

He shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hands in his pockets as he smirked. "I had nothing to do with this. But," he whispered as he moved his lips closer to your ear so that Jack wouldn't hear what he was about to say. "I'm sure it won't be the last time the two of us get tangled up together."

"Cheeky bastard," you said back to him, feeling his words go straight to your core.

"Come on guys! I'll go first," Jack said as he spun the dial. "Left hand green." He smacked his hand onto the green dot closest to him and was waiting for you or Aaron to make the next move.

"Let the games begin," Aaron said loudly, making sure to steal a glance at you as the smirk grew on his face.

It wasn't long before the three of you were all twisted and tangled on the game mat. You were positive that you were mere moments away from falling over but you were determined to hold on, if only for a bit longer.

Aaron was thankful for his son for being his unintentional wingman. The game allowed him to be close to you with absolutely no remorse in his body. Especially the few times your ass had rubbed against his groin area. He clenched his jaw each time it happened, trying to not let it affect him. Or at least not that much.

He couldn't even remember how you got tangled up with him on the mat, your limbs crossing here and there with your fronts facing each other.

He was surprised to see how you were twisting and bending your body and could only think about how you would be in bed when he was relentlessly fuc—

"Right hand green," you announced as the spinner for the game came to a halt. "Oh no," you groaned as you soon realized how far away you were from the green spot.

"Don't think you can do it?" Jack teased as he peeked over at you and looked at your current situation.

"No, no. I got this," you told him. You stretched out your arm, reaching over Aaron's crossed legs as you planted your hand firmly on the green dot. "See? Told you."

"Dad, your turn!"

Aaron muttered under his breath, something about being too old for this game as he reached over and spun the spinner. "Left foot yellow?" Aaron peered down at his feet to see that his foot was already there. "Well would you look at that."

"You have to move it," Jack told his father.

"What? No, I don't," Aaron said, determined to keep his foot in place.

"Jack is right. Your foot was already there but you have to try to move it to a different yellow spot," you told him as you glanced at him over your shoulder.

Aaron rolled his eyes and begrudgingly moved his foot to the nearest yellow spot, which looped his body underneath yours.

"Right foot red for me," Jack said as he stretched out his leg to reach it. His foot just made it as it looked like he was in the position that runners were in when they were starting the race.

You flicked the spinner and watched it go until it slowed down, landing on a spot. "Right foot blue," you said. You stretched out your leg, going over Aaron's waist to get to the blue spot. "And that is how it's done," you said cockily.

A mere moment later, your knee buckled underneath you, as it gave out from tiredness underneath you. You quickly fell to the ground, taking Aaron down with you. You landed on his lap, a small huff of air leaving him from the impact.

"Are you okay?" you asked him as you tried to hold in your laughter.

He nodded, trying not to wince from the sudden weight that was dropped onto his groin area.

Aaron was, in fact, more than okay. Sure, the initial fall from you hurt like a bitch but as the two of you sat there for a moment, taking in what just happened, he really didn't mind.

"I win!" Jack yelled in victory.

"That you did," you agreed. You shuddered quickly as Aaron's hands found your waist, splaying them across it. It became all too noticeable to you now that you were practically straddling Aaron's lap right there on the Twister mat.

"You okay?" he asked you as his face softened in concern. You felt his thumbs run gentle circles on your hips as he awaited your answer.

"I'm fine," you assured, brushing the loose strands of hair off of his forehead with your fingers. "I fell on you. Are you okay?"

Aaron nodded his head, a small smile turning up on his lips.

"I think I'm more okay than I have been in a while."

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author's note:

i have literally had this chapter planned out and the idea in my head before i even any idea as to where this story was going and i am so excited that it's finally out there!

i hope you all enjoyed it! as always, thank you for your continued support <3

see you next chapter!

-jordyn

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #fanfic #hotch #hotch x you #hotch x y/n

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nctseren · 4 years ago

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SUMMARY: No one is allowed to enter Taeyong and Seren's room when she is in those days — apparently she just gets mad, cries, and everything is a mess. Jaehyun, however, doesn't think that is true at all.

characters: jung jaehyun + kang seren (+ mentions of 127 - dramatic 5th floor)

warnings: none just sohyun being cute, also this is just the way i act when im on my period

"You want her to kill you!?"

Doyoung's words have never been so dramatic. But he has seen things: Seren crying, Seren screaming, Seren angry, Seren with a thousand mood swings in less than one minute.

It surprises him, and to be frank it also scares him, how that is possible.

(Although it doesn't surprise him as much as Taeyong putting up with that and actually calling her cute —why? how?)

The truth is, like every other woman, every month Seren feels like dying. And sometimes she can't help but answer rudely — but not on purpose! She cries after that.

The 5th floor had a rule and that was that in those days Taeyong, and only him, could approach her (Doyoung and Haechan had learned it the hard way). The 10th floor, of course, had agreed to it because oh, they knew how things got in those days —never experienced it, thank God!— but that didn't mean that every now and then they weren't going to try to get close.

("Women are so difficult!" Haechan said once. That day, he could swear he was about to die. "Pfft! You're a guy, you know nothing! And get out!" She had yelled after she finished kicking his ass.)

(Yuta keeps that beautiful moment in his mind and threatens him with it every day.)

Today, like every other month, Jaehyun was feeling brave. They were best friends, practically the closest amongs them, and if the leader could receive her affection even in that state, of course he could too!

"Hyung, I'm just going to support her, you guys are too scared." He found it funny how dramatic they could be — he could even hear Haechan mutter 'I have a reason to be' — "Also, Taeyong hyung is not here. Trust me, she wants a partner to watch romantic movies and cry."

"Okay, sure. But on your tombstone I'll put:" Here lies Jung Jaehyun, he didn't believe his hyung."

Jaehyun knows that the only reason Serenity won't let them in is because she doesn't want to treat them badly or be seen crying. But he likes to think that she trusts him enough to see her in such uncomfortable and vulnerable state. He ignored Doyoung and went over to knock on the door.

"Now what?" The show she was watching paused, probably Peaky Blinders because he thought he heard Cillian Murphy's voice.

"It's me."

On the other side of the door there was a loud sigh. He could imagine her rolling her eyes.

"Did you at least bring ice cream?"

Shit, he didn't.

"Well ... No, but I have something better." He could hear Johnny laughing. "My company! And If you think about it —really, think about it— that's way better than the strawberry ice cream that's on my fridge and—"

"—yeah, yeah, I don't like it."

"Exactly!"

Seren groaned and in less than 5 seconds the door was open. Her outfit screamed cozy, but the look on her face said otherwise. Her hair was in a messy bun, she was wearing pants and a big sweater, it probably belonged to Taeyong.

The bed was full of pillows, stuffed animals, her laptop and a small red towel —he knew it was the hot towel she sometimes put on her belly— And just as he supposed, her laptop was playing an episode of Peaky Blinders, her favorite show.

He flopped down next to her on the bed, grabbing a stuffed animal to play with.

"They're scared of you, you know that?"

Seren snorted as she unpaused the show. "They should."

Jaehyun smirked. "Should I feel loved because you finally let me in?"

She shrugged her shoulders, a small smile peeking across her face as well. "I just thought that after the 20 tries you've made, I should finally let you in."

His laughter filled the room.

"What did you do to them, anyway? I just know their versions and we both know that's only about 20% of the truth."

All her attention was now on him. Seren turned her body towards him, hugging a pillow and completely ignoring Netflix.

"I haven't done anything!" She assured, though it didn't sound very convincing. "Really! In that case, I just gave them what they deserved! One day Doyoung wanted —Wait! Don't tell him I dropped formalities— for me to go for a walk with them, but I was uncomfortable and ended up yelling at him, he yelled at me too and then I kicked his ass, not literally! " Again, Jaehyun laughed. "Now, Haechan did get his ass kicked. For real. And he totally deserved it —he knows nothing about girls! Really! And Johnny is just dramatic —okay so I didn't like the snacks he brought me, I don't see the problem. Drama queens, am I right? "

"Especially Johnny hyung." he agreed.

"Right!?"

The more she told him, Jaehyun realized that everyone was being too dramatic. But honestly what the hell does he know, he's just glad that she's not hitting him and instead is lying next to him, watching her favorite show with the prettiest smile he's ever seen (though he doesn't understand what makes her so happy, it's just Thomas Shelby smoking)

"Hey, don't tell Tae oppa but I think now you will be my partner these days." Seren suddenly said, looking at him.

"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Yes, look at me. I'm not mad anymore."

"They just don't know you like I do."

#seren.writtn #sh.sohyun #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop female addition #kpop female idol #kpop oc #nct 127 added member #nct 127 addition #nct 22nd member #nct 24th member #nct added member #nct addition #nct oc #nct au #kpop female member

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stanbillyhargrove · 5 years ago

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Ghosts chp 13

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse

This is a sweet fluffy Steve chapter, boy deserves it 💜💜 also we get little hints of what's to come next week 😈

Steve's POV

"Oh, hey! Do you guys mind if we pop in here for a minute?" I asked, pointing at a little apothecary.

Katrina glanced around, noticing a coffee shop across the street, "yeah, sure, we'll go get some coffee."

They took off across the street as I ducked into the little shop. Plants filled the deep windowsills, except for a little spot cleared for a plush, purple pillow. All around the shop were white shelves filled with all sorts of soaps, lotions and little bags filled with flowers and herbs. I could have spent all day just soaking in all the different smells.

I was holding a bag to my nose, inhaling deeply when I heard a voice.

"Love charm, smells good, doesn't it?"

I whirled around to see a girl who had just come out of the back of the store. Long brown hair hung in waves down her bare shoulders when she leaned on the counter.

She stared at me, waiting, "hello?"

"Oh, I, ah..yes, smells...pretty."

She smiled, "you trying to attract someone?"

"What?"

"The charm. You looking for something to attract love?"

"N-no," I stammered, putting the bag back on the shelf, "I just...like all the smells."

"Follow me," she said, leading me to a different shelf.

She pulled out a bar of soap and handed it to me, "smell this. I just got the recipe right."

I held it up to my nose, inhaling deeply. A warm scent filled my nose, deep woodsy musk and sharp spices. I hummed, my eyes closing.

"Good, huh?" She giggled, "it's one of my new favorites."

"This smells amazing, you made this?"

"Yeah, I run this place with a couple friends. I make most of the soaps and charms."

"Wow, that's...amazing. What is this one?"

"Cedar, clove and cinnamon for prosperity, protection and love."

I looked up at her, "but...I'm not.."

She smirked, "who doesn't need a little love in their life? And even if you don't need it, it still smells great, right?"

"Yeah," I murmured, "it does...my name's Steve, by the way."

"Riley," she answered, extending a hand to me.

Her hand was so small and delicate in mine, soft like rose petals. Our hands lingered for a moment, neither wanting to let go.

"Hey, uh...are you, would you like to get coffee or something later?"

Her cheeks flushed a light pink, "yeah, yeah I would."

"Steve?"

I hummed, glancing up from Riley's cup, away from the stick that seemed to spin around the cup for too long on its own.

"I said, what brings you to Salem?"

"Oh, my friend Katrina. She's looking for someone to help her."

"With?"

"Ghosts."

"Oh? Is she haunted or is she a medium?"

"A medium, I guess? She sees them, talks to them. She's trying to find someone to help her control it."

She was quiet for a moment, thinking to herself, "I might be able to help, I'll have to ask."

"That would be great, she'd really appreciate it."

"Oh! A Scream marathon!"

I looked over at Riley, who was smiling from ear to ear, "you're a horror fan?"

"They're my favorite!" She wiggled her eyebrows at me, "are you a scaredy cat, Steve?"

I could feel my cheeks heat up when she giggled, "don't worry, Riley's here to protect you."

We'd been here for a little over a week now and I'd spent every moment possible with Riley. Slowly getting closer and closer until.

"Steve," she murmured.

I pulled away from her, just a little and opened my eyes.

"I think we should talk."

My heart sunk to my knees when she leaned away from me, "oh, okay."

I was preparing myself for the heartbreak of 'I think you're a nice guy but...I just don't like you like that.'

But what I wasn't expecting was, "I really like you...but I don't know if I want anything physical. I, we...I just don't know if I want to be in a long distance relationship y'know?"

I let out a relieved sigh, "I thought you were about to tell me I had misunderstood, that you didn't like me. We don't have to start anything if you don't want to, I can deal with us just being friends if that's what you want."

She smiled and leaned into my shoulder, "thanks, Steve."

"Dude, you gotta fight for her! Prove you're worth the distance!"

I rolled my eyes, "Billy, I can't force her into a relationship."

He grabbed my shoulders, "we leave in two hours, Steve. You make it sound like she's the love of your life and you're willing to just give up on that?"

I shrugged, "if that's what she wants."

"Screw that. What do you want?"

I knocked his arms away, "it doesn't matter."

"It does matter, what do you want?"

I felt my eyes starting to sting and looked away from him, clenching my jaw.

"Steve!" He yelled, "what do you want?"

I glanced back at him, my eyes watering, "I want her to choose me...I want to try."

His expression softened and he smiled at me. Smug bastard.

"Then go tell her. Tell her that's what you want, that you're willing to go the distance. That you care about her."

But, I didn't. Couldn't muster up the courage to lay myself bare before her.

We were just finishing packing up the Camaro, shuffling around our bags in the truck to make them fit. Katrina and Billy moved out of the way so I could close the trunk and there, standing in the door of the house staring at me, was Riley. I gave her a tight smile and moved around the car but was stopped by her yelling.

"Wait! Steve, wait!"

I looked up just in time to see her running at me, dark hair streaming behind her before she jumped into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her waist and felt her legs tighten on my hips, holding herself up. Her hands were warm on the side of my face, her lips soft against mine. She broke away after a moment, moving just far enough to tip our foreheads together.

"I couldn't just let you leave," she murmured, "if you still want to try, I do too."

"Yeah," I murmured, a slow smile stretching across my face, "yes. I want to give us a shot."

I could see Billy's smug grin from the other side of the car. He must have said something to her, the bastard.

-- March

"Hey, it's okay, Riley. I understand. We'll see each other next weekend though?"

"Of course," she replied, voice soft and sleepy, "we'll have a movie marathon?"

"Anything you want, I'll load up on snacks just for you."

She hummed, "ice cream too?"

I smirked, laughing softly, "super fudge chunk?"

"You listen so well."

I smiled, "night, Riley."

"Night, Steve."

I hung up and walked out into Billy's living room, still smiling. He was sitting on the couch, fiddling with the Xbox controller in his hands.

"Took you long enough," he teased, "thought this was boy's night."

"Sorry, Riley was just letting me know she can't come this weekend. Family stuff."

"Well, you can hang with Katrina and I. She's been a little spacey so we're just staying in."

I flopped down beside him, "she okay? Do you think it's cause of what happened?"

He shrugged, "she says she's fine, thinks it's just stress."

I could barely contain myself as the minutes ticked down to when Riley was supposed to be here. I had taken forever to set everything up. Snacks covered my kitchen counter, dinner was waiting on the stove, ice cream was in the freezer. I'd even built a blanket fort in my living room, though I was starting to second guess that decision. Whenever I'd done things like this for Nancy, she always said it was too much. Too childish.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a knock at the door. There was no backing out now.

I swung the door open to see Riley, a duffel bag over one shoulder and a big smile on her face.

She dropped her bag inside the door to wrap her arms around my neck and give me a soft kiss before murmuring, "it smells amazing in here."

I stepped backwards, leading her into my apartment and closed the door behind her, "I made breakfast."

She hummed, "breakfast for dinner? I love it."

She broke away from me and stopped, staring at the living room, "oh my god."

"It's too much isn't it? I'm sorry, I can take it down."

She shook her head and turned to smile at me, "no, it's perfect."

I kissed her again before going to the kitchen to start dishing up our food.

Riley padded up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, "so, what did you make us?"

"French toast, I used Katrina's recipe, Billy swears it's the best thing he's ever had, scrambled eggs and sausages. I hope that's okay. I have snacks and ice cream too."

"Steve," she soothed, running her hands up and down my chest, "everything is perfect. Relax."

I let my shoulders drop, let out a long breath and held a plate out to the side for her, "what movies did you bring?"

She let go of me to grab the plate, "I figured I'd start you out with a funny movie so I brought 21 Jump Street to watch first. Then I have Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

I smirked, "isn't that a little backwards? Don't you leave the funny movie for after the horror?"

She shook her head, "if I did that, you wouldn't need me to comfort you."

-- April

"Thanks for coming to get me," Katrina murmured, wincing when the seat belt of my car put pressure on her bandages.

"Yeah, no problem."

We were quiet as I started to drive towards Katrina and Billy's apartment building. We were about halfway there when I cleared my throat.

"Why didn't you call Billy?"

"I didn't want to give him another reason to worry about me."

"He's worried anyway, he called me saying you were hurt and disappeared. Maybe I should call Riley, get her to talk to Audrey.."

"No!" She turned to me, "no, don't do that. I'm fine, I promise. It's just stress or anxiety or something."

I glanced over at her and huffed, "okay.."

-- May

"Bye, Audrey! Bye, Brooke!" I called from the the front door of their house.

I could hear them call back as I backed away from the door, Riley trailing behind me. She followed me to my car and leaned into my chest after I'd thrown my bag in the backseat.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head, "it's just a few weeks, it'll go by fast, you'll see."

She sighed, "I know, it just sucks."

I ran my hand up and down her back, "I know, but Billy said Katrina needs to get away from the city for a bit and we planned for the three of us to go."

She looked up at me, "call me though?"

"Of course. I'll call you so much you'll be sick of me."

She smiled, "love you, Steve."

I leaned down to kiss her gently, "love you, Riley."

I made a mental note as I drove away to get something delivered to her house every weekend we were apart, just to make her smile.

@charmed-asylum @champagnesugamama @alias-b

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #billy hargrove fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington

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bleepblopbloop56 · 5 years ago

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The Murder in the Dressing Room

Chapter 8: Because I Love You

Just a small note: im so excited for you guys to read this one you have no idea. going through the editing process this week has somehow made it my favorite chapter in the whole story i swear. Alright also need the routine stamp of Edited By @pathos-logical who made this what it is today i swear

Warnings: unsympathetic deceit, abusive deceit, manipulative deceit, toxic relationships,slight blood mention, slight medication mention, unwanted kissing, a litttlleee bit of unwanted touching.

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"Hey there, beautiful~" A handsome stranger in a yellow button up smiled down at him, sliding into the stool at his right. "Can I buy you a drink?" Normally Roman wouldn’t have thought twice about refusing the offer, but the irritation lingering in his chest made him reckless. He traced his eyes over the man’s face, gaze catching on his green eyes. He couldn't tell what it was, but something in them made Roman want to say yes, want to listen to every word he said.

… Just one drink can’t hurt, he decided, requesting just a diet coke while raising his eyebrows at the man. He didn't complain, which Roman took as a good sign.

"I'm Ethan, but you can call me Dee," he introduced himself, offering his hand.

"Roman," he said, taking the hand and holding it for a moment longer than necessary. He couldn't help it- those eyes were sucking him in and putting him in a daze.

"So what are you doing here, Roman?" The way the man- Ethan- said his name made his heart skip a beat. "Looking for anything from tonight?" The way he smirked made it clear he didn't mean anything so much as anyone, and he was looking at Roman like he was the most beautiful man in the world. It felt good to be flirted with. Logan sure as hell didn't do that too often.

Logan…

"Me and my boyfriend are fighting," Roman chuckled nervously. “I just wanted to have fun for a bit and forget about him." Roman scooted away, suddenly rethinking coming here. He loved Logan, he just… got so frustrated with him sometimes. He'd spent nearly every day at work for the past few months, even his days off. He worked and worked and left no time for Roman. All he wanted was some attention. That wasn't too much to ask, right?

Ethan frowned like Roman had just told him Logan had locked him up in a tower. He leaned forward a little, seemingly unconsciously bridging the space Roman had put between them. The shifting lights of the club shadowed his eyes and threw the scar on his face into sharp relief for a second, making him look… dangerous. "You deserve better."

Roman laughed purely out of shock, a little taken aback by how serious he sounded. He tried to deflect, to take some of the blame off Logan, but Ethan steamrollered right over him. "You look lonely. Don't you want to forget yourself and be someone else for a night? Don't you want to the star of the show for a change?"

Ethan had seen right through Roman- hell, he'd practically read his mind, reaching down into his soul and pulling up wants he couldn't even admit to himself. Roman wanted to move back and put some distance between himself and Ethan- or maybe just the uncomfortable truth- but then Ethan smiled, slow and deadly as any poison. "A guy like you shouldn't be lonely tonight."

Roman’s breath sped up against his will. A hopeful grin crept across his face in a way he hoped didn't look too eager. "Maybe…" He leaned in, maybe a little more than he should. "Could you… could you make that happen?"

Ethan… no, Dee, quirked an eyebrow at him, his smirk deepening to something lethal, and struck the killing blow.

"Anything you want…"

And god, Roman wished he could have the excuse that he was drunk that night, to say he wasn't thinking clearly when this man pulled him away into his huge house and made him feel like he was the most precious treasure in his collection. To say he was high or drunk or drugged when he woke up in another man's arms wishing this movie star life could always be his. He wanted to say that he didn't enjoy that night, that he thought of Logan the whole time, that he didn't mean any of it. But he couldn't lie to Logan… Not like that.

Street lights lit up Dee's face as he drove down the winding streets. He'd been quiet since they'd left the hotel; whether that was good or bad was anyone's guess. Roman sat beside him just as silently, lost in thoughts of the night everything went wrong. The first of many "worst mistakes of his life". Without even realizing it, tears began to slip down his face.

Dee's hand rested on Roman's knee, thumb rubbing in small circles but not moving any farther up his leg like they usually did. He glanced over and put a fake pout on his face, the kind he was so good at. It made Roman sick.

"Why are you crying, baby?" Roman stayed silent. "We're going home! Don't you wanna go back home with me?" Dee took his eyes off the road to wipe off the tears, and despite being a sweet gesture, Roman could only read it as a threat. Everything Dee did now felt like one- he'd never be safe around him again, not after this.

He forced himself to nod his head slightly, sniffing and wiping at his own eyes. He was lying, but he had a feeling saying "no, I want to go back to Logan and I want you to leave me alone forever" would make Dee slam the car into a tree. Dee smiled at him, turning back to the road.

“Why are you doing this, Dee?” Roman asked quietly. He didn't know what he was expecting to hear. Maybe “because I'm evil’ or ”because you’re mine”- something he could understand, something that would make sense, at least with Dee’s twisted worldview in mind. What he did not expect was the soft “because I love you” that came from the man, sounding as genuine as it had all those months ago.

“Because I love you, Roman,” Dee smiled, cupping his cheeks in his hands, "and I want to marry you." Dee hadn't waited for an answer after proposing- he’d immediately slipped the ring onto Roman’s finger, pulling Roman back in when he stumbled back in surprise. He leaned down and kissed Roman, not caring that he didn't reciprocate, ignoring how Roman tried to squirm out of his grip.

Roman's mind was racing a million miles an hour. Marriage? He had been trying to work up the courage to break up with Dee for weeks, and now he thought it was the time for marriage?

"Don't you think that's a little fast?" Roman tried nervously, putting his hands on Dee's chest in an effort to keep him away without showing it. "I mean- Dee, baby, we've only been dating for a year," he chuckled, trying desperately to keep his voice light. He looked down at the ring. The bright diamond caught the light, a promise of more of this picture-perfect life to come… The sex, money, clothes, attention- all of it was right in front of him. Everything Roman had ever dreamed of, and all he had to do to get it was say yes.

"Do you not want to marry me?" Dee's eyes held something dangerous in them, and Roman read the question for what it was- not a question at all, but a threat.

Roman stared back at him, trying to make his mouth form any words that weren't "of course I do" trying to say that this had gone too far, that he wanted to go home, to see his friends, family, Logan, all the people Dee had made him cut ties with.

"I'd love to, Ethan," he smiled wearily, standing on his tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Even at that moment, he’d felt like he’d made a deal with the devil, and every time he looked at that ring he was reminded of the price he paid.

"How's your head, baby?" Dee asked. "I have some ibuprofen in the glove box if you need it." Roman wasn't all that willing to take anything Dee offered, but he was reluctantly grateful to hear it- getting slammed into a wall hadn't exactly left him feeling peachy. It could've been worse, I suppose, he thought. At least he didn't hit hard enough to dent the wall… or my skull.

He reached in the glove box, muttering a meek thank-you as he did. His hand hit against something long and thin wrapped in cloth, and when he peered in to get a better look, he was met with the sight of spots of dark red covering the fabric. He almost jerked his hand out and slammed the glove box shut, and only the knowledge that Dee was watching kept him from doing it. He slowly pulled out the bottle of pills, shaking so badly that he almost couldn’t unscrew the cap.

When his hands finally steadied, Roman took three and popped them into his mouth, wincing as he swallowed. While mumbling out another thanks to be safe, he vaguely made the connection that when Dee had apologised, it was specifically asking for forgiveness, not to make Roman feel better. Had it always been like that? No… He had to have been earnest in the beginning. Roman wouldn't have gone with him if he wasn't. Right?

"Why are you so quiet, my prince?" Dee cooed, glancing over every few seconds to look at his love. His Prince Charming…

"Hey, Prince Charming!" Virgil called, throwing a pillow across the room at the pair. "Back off on the PDA, I have virgin eyes." He dodged the pillow when Logan threw it back at him, laughing. He had started calling Roman that after he’d walked in on Roman serenading Logan with Disney songs in the kitchen, and Roman would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

Roman dropped to a knee, bowing to Virgil with a look of mock regret on his face "Oh King Virgil the Virgin, how will you ever forgive my misdeeds?!" He threw a hand on his forehead, flopping onto his back like a Victorian mistress who’d just gotten a whiff of her vivid green wallpaper. "My only hope is that you continue to let me rule over this humble kingdom under you!" Roman kept his eyes shut tight, trying not to break, but when Logan of all people started snickering, he burst out laughing and let the act drop. Virgil was laughing too, they all were, and that was the best thing about them. They were always laughing, everything was fun with them.

And now Virgil was gone…

And now he was back with Ethan…

Now he'd ruined it all.

Roman let his tears fall freely. Sitting beside the murderer of his best friends and his brother, it occurred to him- not for the first time in the relationship- how completely and utterly trapped he was.

"I'm just… thinking about Remus," he whispered, wiping his tears with the top of his shirt. It was only partly a lie; he wasn't just thinking of Remus, he was thinking of everyone. Remus, Virgil, Thomas, Logan- all of them were clawing out of his brain and finding their way down his face. But Remus was family, and hopefully that was someone Dee would allow him to grieve for…

But Dee didn't look sympathetic. "You didn't need him," he said coldly, pulling into their house- no, his house. Roman didn't belong there anymore. "I did you a favor, Roman. Now you can focus on me." Roman must've done something with his face, because Dee's coldness turned right back to sweetness. "Now we can focus on us."

Roman nodded even though he knew that wasn't right, stomach twisting in knots at the reminder that he was the reason people died- that no matter how indirectly, it might as well have been him who’d killed them. That he was only here so Dee wouldn't hurt anyone else

"Remember the rules?" Dee asked, staring down at his passenger before unlocking the doors. The light, casual malice in his voice made Roman think of the knife in the glove box, and he nodded jerkily, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying. They'd gone over them three times in the car; they’d been drilled into his brain by now. He thought he’d break down if he had to hear them out loud one more time, but- "Say them," Dee demanded, and Roman obliged.

"One hand on you at all times." He started with the easy one, voice strained to the point of breaking to keep from bursting into tears. "If I run, you'll kill Logan. If I scream, you'll kill Logan." His voice was cracking. "If I call for help, you'll kill Logan…" Dee smiled at him, leaning in and kissing Roman sweetly as he unlocked the doors to the place Roman had once called home. Hand on Roman's back, Dee pushed him gently through the house. They walked through the living room, spare bedrooms, the small library, passing everything until they were in the very back. Roman almost lost himself in the haze of familiar scenery for a few minutes, but then-

"Dee? Dee, our room is back there, Dee where are we going?" Roman couldn’t help how his voice pitched up in terror, and his attempts to dig his heels in were to no avail; Dee just shoved him forward more forcefully. He threw open the door to the basement- the one room in this huge house Roman had always been too afraid to go into, the one that locked from the outside.

"I have some business to do, my prince, I'm going to have to leave you here for a bit," Dee said with a fake pout. Nonsensically, almost hysterically, Roman thought that all his expressions were fake- nothing about him was real. Not anymore.

"Please don't leave me here, Dee," Roman cried, trying to follow him up the stairs. "Please, I promise I won't leave, Ethan-" but the door slammed shut, and the lock clicked behind him.

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One thing that Ethan didn't mention was that no matter how closely Roman followed the rules, no matter how good and obedient he was, Ethan had always planned on killing Logan. Nothing Roman could do or say would've convinced him otherwise.

Ethan was in love with the idea of Roman, in love with having someone beautiful to wake up beside and do everything he said. He loved having his little plaything, and one person was trying to keep that from him. And that just wouldn't do…

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@cataclysm-al @knightinsoftpastels @intrurality-fusion @katie-the-noble-fangirl @whizzie72 @grayson-22 @i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing @winterwonderland7669 @missieluvsmurder @sign-from-god-complex @dragonindigo245 @angryfanboyscreaming @ninja-wizard101 @sombraookami @crystalistrappedintheinternet @imtooaromanticforthis @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @dragon-hair @satanblessi @spookilyfingergunsoutofexistence @skruffy901 @selectivereality @nonbeenary-enbee @imbasicallyshakespear @cats-vetal-miking-vomit @incoherentfangirl @oofmood @nonbianary-pineapple @royalnerd829 @unicornlogansanders @magma-llama @chumo-cookie

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bangficsgcf · 5 years ago

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Hell bound | p.jm Part 1

(Sorry for the huge ass spaces, this is from my Wattpad account)

1. Encephia💫

Sohyeon's POV

I just got off my night shift and the only root to my house is the dark ally way, fucking perfect. I grabbed my flip flop. I won't hesitate to slap a bitch who dares to creep up on me. Nah I'm not letting that every horror movie shit happen, no not today no no no not todayyy (A/N: I had to-). I was so tough but when I heard a sound I Tashi ran the fuck out of there. I've been knocked out cold. FOR FUCK SAKE.

I woke up with a huge headache. I heard was shouting from another room. "OI YOU OOMPAH LOOMPAH BODY ASS BITCH DID YOU BRING A HUMAN?!" "IT'S NOT MY FAULT!", I got knocked out cold the least they could is shut the fuck up. I walked to the room where the noise was. There were seven boys with unnatural eye colours, where the fuck am I? Why are we still here? Just to suffer? (A/N - SORRY I HAD TO ADD THAT IN I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF😹)

"Can y'all mother fucking kidnappers shut up, I'm suing you for disturbing my sleep" I shouted while holding my head.

The boy with purple-eyed boy spoke up with a surprised voice and widened eyes "I think I've found my soulmate" he started clapping with his mouth open still shookith. The rest of the boys glared at him.

"What's your name Human?" one boy with a sunset looking eye colour. "None of your busine-" I turned to look at him. His eyes are so beautiful, they looked like everything people wanted. His thick plumb lips making him look like he is pouting 24/7. His jawline is as sharp as a right angle. His clear, flawless skin glowing making you feel blind. I completely ignored his question and just admired how pretty his eyes were. (A/N: It's the Jimin effect😗).

The boy noticed and smirked as his eyes started to change colour into red and black. What the fuck. I think I just saw Satan himself. I backed away to see his sweet like features once again, I swear am I hallucinating, fucking demon ass hoe.

He leaned in to get closer to me "I asked for your name pretty human" he giggled WHAT THE FUCK HIS DUALITY FIRST HE IS HOT NOW HE IS JUST BEING SO DAMN CUTE.

" Can't tell you, sTrAnGeR dAnGeR" they rolled their eyes and kept staring at me. BRUH, they really make me feel uncomfortable "My name is Sohyeon and I would like to ask how the fuck did I get here and which one of you kidnapped me, once I know ima throw some fucking hands." You said calmly. All of their eyes widened nervously fiddling with their fingers except for sunset boy, he just chuckled.

"Fiesty, I like it," he smirked with his hands in his pockets while whispering. "Sorry sunset boy I didn't hear what you said" as you point your head to the bipolar boy. He just smiled enjoying the nickname and said nothing, ughhh my heartue can't take this, bruh I'm falling for a guy with good looks and a sweet, unique voice in 20 seconds.

"Are you really human? Like 100% sure?" another boy who has golden eyes asked looking worried. "Obviously, wow never knew someone would just kidnap someone without knowing if she's human or not, do I look like a glue stick to you? You, HUMANS, need to tell me what brand those contacts are I'm really loving them man" you said as you emphasised the 'humans'.

They all started laughing hysterically at how bold she was but then all stopped immediately, damn they are all bipolar I-. "Oh human you really are stupid, we are not humans" I started laughing. I looked at them they look dead serious.

"Ayo you guys high on crack?" I carried on laughing now seeing confused faces. "Hyung, what is a crack?" a silver-eyed boy asks to his friends, I couldn't help but WhEeZ "Nah you guys are dumb as fuck." Man, I was tearing up my stomach hurtsss. "Kookie crack is something a human sniffs and turns crazy." The silver eye boy looks back at me, "Hey! we are not on crack!" He crosses his arms. Cute ass ho-OH SHIT- HE'S GOT SOME NICE BICEPS. HOW CAN SOMEONE BE CUTE AS FUCK BUT BE HOT AT THE SAME TIME. I chuckled and asked

"Okay since you guys arE nOt HuMaNs, what are you?" you looked at them then rolled your eyes.

"We are demons and you human is in Encephia." They all smirk "Oh stop with the clichè shit,". I WISH I COULD JUST SLAP THAT SMIRK OFF THEIR FACES. "If you are all demons how can you be so fucking hot namjesus, I would have expected you to have wings or some shit, I don't believe you guys.". They all looked at each other and shrugged. "Fine," they all started to get taller and taller I felt so little. Wings that were the same colour as their eyes started to come out. "Do you believe us now?".

"WHAT THE FUCK, GO AWAY YOU HOT ASS DEMONS BIPOLAR ASSES!" you screamed as you covered your eyes, grabbing your slipper ready to attack. You could hear laughing to see them back to their normal selves, they stopped laughing and started to worry.

"Hyung we're going to be angels, what if they find out theirs a human in Encephia? They will kill her immediately then we have to face the consequences. Oh god no." The silver eye boy asked looking scared and worried, "It's okay, no one will know and no swearing." The mother like figure said. "If you guys are scared about the consequences, then why did you bring me here in the first place?" You asked confused as fuck on what's going on. "Long story short, we went to Earth to catch someone and we thought the person was you but turns out to be a stupid human" You rolled your eyes. "At least I'm not stupid enough to not know what crack is, like come on man, it's 2020, every 5 year old knows what crack is." They raised their eyebrows.

"2020? How bad is earth? It's 197345 and five years old really?" I- "What the fuck 197345 my ass you guys are probably like 20 years old shut up." You've rolled your eyes by their stupidity so much that they could probably stick to the back of their head. "20? sweetie the youngest person in this house is 210,000 years old." Your eyes widened as they chuckled, they are so old man how are they still hot?!.

"Umm...guys you are getting off track," A pink-eyed boy steps in, they all looked at him waiting for him to finish off what he was going to say. "How are we going to send the human back to Earth?" He asked looking like a concerned mother. Silence filled the room. "OH YEAH, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT, YOU BITCHASSES BETTER TAKE ME BACK TO EARTH BEFORE I WHOOP UR ASSES TO NEPTU-" before I finished my rant one of the demons interrupted "There's no way out..." He whispered but loud enough for everyone. Silence once again filled the room.

You grabbed the midget by the collar "YOU BITCH YOU BROUGHT ME YOU SEND ME BACK YOU LITTLE SHI-"

To be continued~😌

#wattpad #bts #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts fanfction #park jimin #bts jimin #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim taehyung #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #fanfic

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nobodiesheartlessshitblog45 · 7 years ago

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2DxMale OC

Kazen was sitting under the shade of tree playing the guitar while Noodle was playing chest.

Noodle: (looked over) Kaz! C'mon and play around of chest with me!

Kazen: No way, Sagur. You whipped the floor with me three times.

Noodle: ... Yeah~ I know. I'm amazing. (grins) But seriously, let's have another round. I'll you win... Maybe.

Kazen: (laughs) You're a kind woman for showing this guy some mercy.

The two laughed again and saw 2D walking over with his rollerblades in hand frowning.

Noodle: Stewart, what's wrong?

2D: I feel... (flops next to Kazen)

Ace: (ruffles 2D's head) Hehe! Ross tripped you and then face planted into the ground. It was hilarious~.

2D: (glares at him) Bugger of, Ace!

Ace: Oh, I'm sorry, D. I didn't mean it. By the how your 'trip'. (starts laughing)

Russell: (walks over)

Ace: Ah... 'Trip' Get it, Russ? (pats on the back)

Russell: ... Don't touch my shirt. Ever. (glares at Ace)

Ace: ... ... I... Sorry, man. Heheh. M-My bad. (thinking) Holy shit he scary...!

Noodle: I'm going to get some frozen yogurt, who wants to come along?

Ace: Fuck yeah.

Russell: ... Do not swear in front of my girl. EVER.

Ace: ... I-I would love frozen yogurt. Hehehe. ... Please don't kill me, man. (hides behind Noodle)

Noodle: Russell, it's not a big deal. I swear all the time.

Russell: And I do not like it, Noodle. You are young woman. Right, Kazen?

Karen: ... She’s a full grown woman. I don’t see the problem.

Noodle: (grins at Russell and walks away)

Ace: Noodle!! Wait for me!!

Russell: (follows them)

Kazen: ... ... Sheesh, Russell ain't a fan of Ace.

2D: Yeah, but at least he's not a wanker like Murdoc.

Kazen: Yeah, I'll give him that. (he placed the guitar on the ground, when he felt a 2D around his waste, and was 2D's laps)

2D: Hello~! ❤️ (grins)

Kazen: Well, hello to you, too~!

The two kissed, before 2D pinched Kazen's butt.

Kazen: Ahhh!? S-Stuart!?

2D: Hehe~.

Kazen: Stu, darlin', where in public. Behave yourself.

2D: You didn't seem to mind when I was misbehaving last night... or early this morning~. (grins)

Kazen: ... Eh, make an excellent point.

The two kissed again, when everybody return.

Ace: Agh, god! Can you make out elsewhere. I'm gonna puke.

Russell: Stop being immature, Ace.

Ace: Hey, my room is right to their's. You try sleepin' when these two have nookie!

Noodle: ... Okay. I'm going suppress that memory and go look for more victims to torment. Russell, are you up for a game of chess?

Russell: ... Are sure you wanna take on the Champ?

Noodle: The students Will surpass the master, sensei Russell.

Russell: Very well, my students.

Ace: ... Okay, ya'll hella weird. I'm gonna annoy people. Smell you later, losers. (walks away)

2D: Wanna go back to the Studio, Kaz, what's the purge movie.

Kazen: ... Those movies are absolute shit.

2D: Yeah, but they're fun to watch. But, we can head can and... ~(kissed his meck)

Kazen: (laughs)

Ace: Goooooood!!! Get a room!

Noodle: Yeah, I'm with Ace's side.

Russell: ... (thinking) I'm sooo writing a fanfic about this.

(bonus)

Early that morning Ace comes walking into the kitchen.

Russell: Mornin', Ace...

Ace: Yeah, yeah...

Russell: (gives him a glare)

Ace: I-I... Hehe, hey, um, sorry, Russ, didn't sleep well at night. D-Didn't mean to get, ya know, short.

Russell: Alright. Would you like a coffee, Ace.

Ace: Yes, please.

Russell gets and makes Ace a coffee, and hands him a cup.

Ace: Thank you. Do we have milk?

Russell: In the refrigerator.

Ace: Hehe. Thank you. (Walks over the fridge, thinking) Holy crap! He's... scary when he wants to be. Never piss him off. Ever.

Ace walks back up stairs to his room, when he walks back he could hear a bed creaking and loud moaning.

Ace: ... (walks downstairs, back into the kitchen) Where is strongest alcohol that we have?

Russell: Um... Why?

Ace: Because I wanna forget everything I hread...

#male oc #gorillaz fanfiction #gorrilaz #2d gorillaz #noodle gorillaz #ace gorillaz #russell gorillaz

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verdigrisprowl · 7 years ago

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Oct 23 Dancitron Movie Night - Wonder Woman

Basically everybody was enthralled by the trenches battle scene. Except Prowl.

After the movie, Prowl and Soundwave had a very long, serious discussion about whether or not it’s a good idea to, like, let Cybertron be completely destroyed. You know, the typical sort of thing couples disagree on.

ItsyBitsySpyers 7:56 pm *Soundwave finishes setting the last of the snacks down from the stack he had coiled in a feeler and heads for his usual spot. Rumble and Frenzy are already in their spots, with Laserbeak floating between them.* Purgatori 7:57 pm [Theres a slightly hesitant medic in the entrance, but the music draws him in. Ah, one of the ones Jazz had played while on Earth. Interesting.] FakeProwl 8:00 pm *honestly, what DIDN'T Jazz play while on Earth* *appears, checks his usual spot is clear, and sits* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:00 pm *Nods to Ratchet and pings Prowl* FakeProwl 8:00 pm *greeting/permission ping* Purgatori 8:01 pm *goes to sit in his normal chair, aka in the corner* Bevel 8:03 pm *trundles in like she do* Whirl 8:03 pm *trots over to The Whirl Table and hunkers up like a horrid gargoyle. As per usual* Swoop 8:04 pm *bounces into the room before letting out a biiiiig (currently flame free) yawn and stretching* *anyone in wing smacking distnace will be smacked by a wing* Tarantulas 8:05 pm *GUESS WHO'S EARLY TODAY. earlier than he normally is. it must be all that energy he's gained back since he got better. tarantulas narrowly avoids getting smacked by that dumb wing but even swoop's not gonna get him down today* Bevel 8:05 pm *still near enough to the entrance to be smacked* *grabs the wing and playfully shoves Swoop further into the room* Swoop 8:06 pm *SQUAWKS* Bevel 8:06 pm *grins* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm ((EIGHT MINUTE WARNING)) Swoop 8:07 pm *bats ineffectively at bevel* noooooo no WINGS ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Soundwave and the crew nod to everyone, though Frenzy and Rumble wave wildly at Whirl and Bevel too.*

*Sweet, sweet telepathy permission. He'll reach out juuuust enough to make contact.* Bevel 8:08 pm Watch where you swing them then! *batted at so ineffectively* Swoop 8:08 pm nnooOOooOoOooo??? FakeProwl 8:09 pm *touches back* Whirl 8:09 pm *lifts his head to bob it in greeting to the twins* Bevel 8:09 pm Yeeeeeeeeessssss Tarantulas 8:10 pm *tarantulas comes over to the couch and probably spoils sw and prowl's moment by covering each of their faces with a paw, as if they couldn't already guess who he was. esp sw. the fricken telepath with a visor face and deployers scattered around* Swoop 8:10 pm *hops on the back of the nearest sofa* no no no kehehheh NO FakeProwl 8:10 pm ... Tarantulas, why are you blocking my vision. Magnum Ace 8:11 pm -and he's trotting through the door, rotating his shoulder a bit. Looks up and stalls again- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:11 pm *Soundwave jerks and ducks out from behind the limb. He's not a fan of people who don't have visor removal permission putting their hands on it. Or paws. But he'll nod to Tarantulas once he's free.* FakeProwl 8:12 pm *Admittedly, it took Prowl a moment to realize his optics were being covered, and not that the lights had suddenly gone out. Avatar with low touch sensitivity, don't ya know.* Tarantulas 8:12 pm *tarantulas snickers and lets go* How did you know it was ME, goodness Bevel 8:12 pm *sticks her tongue out at Swoop and goes to sit at Whirl's table* Yes yes yes mwuahaha YES. Bull Armor 8:12 pm -was following beyond Magnum Ace and just barely manages not to crash into the pitcher- Magnum whats... -Bull Armor stops as he stares ahead at what he sees- Whirl 8:13 pm *have a head-bob, too, Bevel* Purgatori 8:13 pm *pulls out a datapad* Swoop 8:13 pm *cackles and bounces on his perch* NNNOOOOO Magnum Ace 8:13 pm ....I may have forgotten this happens sometimes. Don't panic. FakeProwl 8:14 pm *... Hears a voice at the door. Please don't let it be... Looks.* Oh. Damn. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm ((OKAY so warnings... warnings... I haven't watched WW since it was in theaters so I don't remember everything. Blood, violence, historical setting and viewpoints that go with that, probably some swearing, uhhh some cheeky content but nothing like R-rated. That's probably about it.)) Bull Armor 8:14 pm -though not screaming, the slow sinking of Bull Armor's horns was a good indicator that he really was close to freaking- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm ((...IS TOOTHLESS THE SCRAPLET IN THE ROOM)) FakeProwl 8:15 pm ... Hello. We come in peace. Bevel 8:15 pm *tosses a treat at Swoop from her seat* YES. Whirl 8:15 pm ((O BOY)) Magnum Ace 8:16 pm Bull. It's safe. I promise. Purgatori 8:16 pm *is starting to wonder why he even comes to this* Bull Armor 8:16 pm Magnum... where are we? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm *"We come in peace"? Who is Prowl talking t-- ohhhh dear. Another alien.* Magnum Ace 8:16 pm And I think we're the ones in the wrong place, Prowl FakeProwl 8:16 pm ... We WELCOME you in peace. I'm not good at the— I'm not usually in charge of "first contact" duties. Magnum Ace 8:16 pm We're...not on Earth Swoop 8:17 pm *flops backwards on the sofa, staring upside down at the room* Magnum Ace 8:17 pm And there's someone in charge of that? Swoop 8:17 pm Soundwave Soundwave Where Bird? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm *He points over to the couch where the twins are.* FakeProwl 8:18 pm When we plan on greeting a new species that isn't yet part of the larger galactic community, yes. Who's in charge depends on who's stationed on that planet. Usually someone charismatic, though. Bull Armor 8:18 pm I think I can tell 'that'. -Bull couldn't help his voice rising an octave or two- Purgatori 8:18 pm *crosses arms over his chassis* Atleast its not my turn. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:18 pm *Rumble points at Whirl. He used to be morale officer, yeah? Why not him?* FakeProwl 8:18 pm —Anyway. You don't—that's not—that isn't the priority right now. Bevel 8:18 pm *waves to Whirl, she did notice the nod earlier when she sat down* Magnum Ace 8:18 pm Ah. Right. That makes sen-Bull, please, it's okay. I've been here at least twice Tarantulas 8:18 pm *tarantulas pops up and clatters over to the earthlings, checking around them for traces of the multiversal doorway. he's not bothering to introduce himself, he's Busy With Science* Magnum Ace 8:19 pm And I'm fine FakeProwl 8:19 pm *dry look at Ratchet* I seem to recall last time you INITIATED first contact. Whirl 8:19 pm *raises his head again* What am I being volunteered for, exactly? Swoop 8:19 pm *pushes off his spot and ends up on the floor, scampering over to Bird in a half out of control mess of limbs. ** Purgatori 8:19 pm Someone had to do something, damnit! Toothless 8:19 pm *peeks out from Squeaker-friend's armor* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm //Welcomin' the new guy.// Bull Armor 8:19 pm -Bull Armor did his best to hide behind Magnum; though that was impossible with his much bulkier armor- Magnum Ace 8:20 pm Please don't...Bull Armor, it's okay Whirl 8:20 pm *looks over to Bull Armor* Welcome to Dancitron. I neither live nor work here. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm *Rumble snorts* FakeProwl 8:20 pm ... You're the catcher, correct? Bull Armor 8:21 pm Umm, yes... Purgatori 8:21 pm The what? Magnum Ace 8:21 pm -turns to pat Bull Armor's shoulder- FakeProwl 8:21 pm I've seen part of one of your games. I'm a—er. A fan, I suppose. *He's hoping that bringing up something familiar will be comforting.* Whirl 8:22 pm *perks up* This looks like a cool place to live. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm //The catcher. Behind the guy with a stick, catches stuff they ain't hittin'.// ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm \\FRAG YEAH IT DOES.\\ Magnum Ace 8:23 pm Yes, he's the reason I can pitch in games Squeaker 8:23 pm *tiny giggles at the cute child* Bull Armor 8:23 pm -While having no idea where he was or how, so far everything seemed safe; at least from the way Magnum was acting- FakeProwl 8:24 pm ((oh my god her name is Antiope. I spent the whole movie thinking her name was Aunt Iope.)) Purgatori 8:24 pm *his attention is being drawn to the movie* Swoop 8:24 pm ((literally swoop at bed time)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm \\BULLSCRAP.\\ Whirl 8:24 pm I only really know two scorpions. Neither of them seem to want to sting. Bevel 8:24 pm Shields can totally have sharp edges. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm #it hurts people #:( Purgatori 8:25 pm Grimlock and Kup, anyone? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *Zori uncurls and leaves Soundwave's neck to head for Whirl.* Swoop 8:25 pm Me SWOOP like story time : > Purgatori 8:25 pm *oh, human mythos, he likes this* Magnum Ace 8:25 pm -Magnum is calm because he's trying to keep Bull Armor calm- Whirl 8:25 pm *will stoop down and offer his claw to taxi Zori up to the table, or whichever perch he would like* Magnum Ace 8:25 pm Anyway...I think we should get off the floor. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Zori will take that claw, and sit on the table for now. He might clamber onto Whirl later if it gets frightening though.* Whirl 8:26 pm *he is, as always, welcome* Squeaker 8:26 pm *holds a blanket out to Bull Armor* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm //Heh, she's teachin' the kid anyway.// ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm //Kinda familiar, huh, Bevel?// Bevel 8:26 pm *grins* Yep! FakeProwl 8:27 pm Would you like up on a table? Or a chair, or...? *directs the question to the catcher, who's undoubtedly more rattled by all this and thus gets first choice of seat.* Tarantulas 8:27 pm *seems satisfied having taken all the data he can from around the earthlings, thankfully without stepping on them* Bevel 8:27 pm *leans forward to watch the movie* Purgatori 8:27 pm *Ratchet appreicates the not stepping on them part, friend* Bull Armor 8:28 pm -Bull Armor looks at the blanket held out to him- T-thanks, but I think I'll be ok. -He then turned his attention to Prowl- Which ever is safer? Magnum Ace 8:28 pm -Much appreciated, the not being stepped on bit- Swoop 8:28 pm *rolls onto his back for maximum upside down movie watching* Bull Armor 8:28 pm -While Bull Armor hated heights, he really didn't want to be stepped on by the much taller beings- FakeProwl 8:28 pm ... Table, probably. Bevel 8:28 pm Sword! Tarantulas 8:28 pm Safest is on the ceiling, but you probably wouldn't like what I'd have to suggest, hyeheh Purgatori 8:29 pm *rubs at his faceplates* Swoop 8:29 pm Her grab sword : > For fight ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[Please do not put webs on his ceiling.]] Pause. [[Or mechs in webs on his ceiling.]] Tarantulas 8:29 pm *whines* Magnum Ace 8:29 pm . . . Bevel 8:29 pm *laughs* Swoop 8:30 pm ?? Why Her not fighting? Magnum Ace 8:30 pm -seriously Tara? Web them to the ceiling?- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm {{Them scaredy-fleshies, think her die maybe if fight.}} Tarantulas 8:30 pm *he was offering to be nice!* Swoop 8:30 pm Die more if NO fighting Bull Armor 8:30 pm -Bull Armor would not approve of being stuck to the ceiling- Whirl 8:31 pm If you lot need a seat, my table's open. *Whirl's spot usually becomes Small Mech Central* FakeProwl 8:31 pm *Walks over to the Earthlings, stops what he hopes is a non-threatening distance away, kneels, and holds out his hands on the floor.* I can lift you. Purgatori 8:31 pm *a single optic ridge rises at the others offer* Swoop 8:31 pm KAHA! Her hit with sheild Purgatori 8:31 pm *look at Prowl, being the gentlemech* Swoop 8:32 pm :V Magnum Ace 8:32 pm -Magnum will step up first, so Bull knows it's safe- Thank you FakeProwl 8:32 pm *Protect and serve.* Swoop 8:32 pm KAHA! Her PUSH! FakeProwl 8:32 pm *He still likes to do that when he isn't busy, yknow, being the lesser of two evils.* Purgatori 8:32 pm *Theres the mech he remebers from Earth* Swoop 8:33 pm 😮 Bull Armor 8:33 pm -After a moment Bull Armor follows Magnum lead; though much more cautiously- Purgatori 8:33 pm I didnt think humans had powers ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm *The twins lean forward in their seats, oohing.* Bevel 8:33 pm Awesome. Whirl 8:33 pm These're Amazons. Not human. FakeProwl 8:33 pm You're fine sitting with them? *tilts his head toward the table Whirl offered.* Purgatori 8:34 pm I have space at my table, if needed Magnum Ace 8:34 pm -he's leaving this up to Bull Armor- FakeProwl 8:34 pm *usually a table with Whirl and his crew wouldn't be his first choice, but it worked out fine last time and Whirl DID offer.* Bevel 8:34 pm *waves to Magnum Ace and the newbie* Swoop 8:34 pm Crash! Magnum Ace 8:34 pm -waves back to Bevel - ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm {{Heh, him dead. Byeeeee.}} Bull Armor 8:35 pm Which ever is closer. -Bull Armor really hated heights and wanted to be on a sturdy place as soon as possible- Swoop 8:35 pm Water crash fun. Kind of! More than ROCK crash keheh Bevel 8:35 pm Oh no. Tarantulas 8:36 pm *oho, tarantulas has a genius idea. he promptly steals prowl's seat* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm *Soundwave glances over at Tarantulas. What does he think he's doing...?* Tarantulas 8:36 pm *snickering, currently* FakeProwl 8:36 pm ... Right. *To Whirl's table it is, then, no dawdling.* Whirl 8:37 pm ((me2 steve)) Tarantulas 8:37 pm (( same ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm #hiiii Whirl 8:37 pm *bobs his helm at the little guys again* Sup. FakeProwl 8:38 pm *Puts his hands on the table so they can step off.* Purgatori 8:38 pm Oh. Oh no Bevel 8:38 pm *too distracted by the fight to greet the bitties* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm //Ohhhh they're so fraggin' outclassed.// Swoop 8:38 pm Dead Whirl 8:39 pm Outgunned, yeah. Outclassed? Not so sure. Bull Armor 8:39 pm T-thank you. -Bull Armor says to Prowl after he scrambled off to the safety of the solid table- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm *Rumble scratches his chin* //...Yeah, okay. I'll give ya that one.// Bevel 8:39 pm *cheers* Magnum Ace 8:39 pm -hops off after his teammate is on the table- Thanks. You okay there Bull? Purgatori 8:40 pm *So much death.* Swoop 8:40 pm *bounces* Them really good at fighting : > Bull Armor 8:40 pm Y-yeah, I think so. Toothless 8:40 pm *coos* Whirl 8:40 pm Nice. Bevel 8:40 pm *bounces are they gonna do the--she did the thing!* 😄 Aw no. Magnum Ace 8:40 pm ... Whirl 8:41 pm Nice. They won, even though they were working with a disadvantage. Purgatori 8:41 pm [plating pulling tight against his frame* FakeProwl 8:41 pm The Amazons clearly have superior training, teamwork, and combat techniques. They're better with their weapons than the humans in the boats are with theirs. Whirl 8:41 pm Yep. Bevel 8:41 pm Really good warriors can totally beat guns and blasters with swords. Squeaker 8:41 pm *pets Toothless* Whirl 8:42 pm Fancy guns are great--I mean, who DOESN'T love a good gun? Especially a Brainstorm gun? But in the end it comes down to how good of a weapon YOU are. FakeProwl 8:42 pm Plus they had the advantage of higher ground and of knowing their environment. Swoop 8:42 pm What glowy rope KEHEHHh Purgatori 8:43 pm *snorts* Swoop 8:43 pm Him yelling ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm *...Does not like the idea of this lasso* Purgatori 8:43 pm * he could have used this lasso many, many years ago* FakeProwl 8:43 pm *Okay, the Earthlings are situated.* Toothless 8:44 pm *shrinks back into Squeaker's armor* Purgatori 8:44 pm *plating is tight against his frame again* Swoop 8:44 pm Him melting? Magnum Ace 8:44 pm . . . FakeProwl 8:44 pm Right. If you need anything else, just—just shout. I'll be over there. *vague gesture.* My name's Prowl. Tarantulas 8:44 pm *tsk. they always call the smart ones the bad names. clearly she's misunderstood. tarantulas sympathizes* Squeaker 8:44 pm *looks away and pets Toothless more* Magnum Ace 8:44 pm -bad time to tune into the movie- Swoop 8:44 pm Him bad at stealing, Bird. Bull Armor 8:45 pm Thank you, Prowl FakeProwl 8:45 pm ... We usually send wayward guests home once the movie's over. So. You'll get home, I assure you. Swoop 8:45 pm Him bad at flying too! Keheheh. CRASH! Whirl 8:45 pm I mean, the poor guy's got to work with a PLANE. It's a damn shame. Squeaker 8:45 pm Information like that should just be destroyed Purgatori 8:45 pm War. War never changes Swoop 8:45 pm KAH! Maybe okay at bombing. Purgatori 8:46 pm [rubs at his faceplates] ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm [[Information like that is valuable.]] Magnum Ace 8:47 pm Information like that is dangerous Squeaker 8:47 pm Not valuable enough. NO information gained by other's pain is worth anything at all Purgatori 8:48 pm You have clearly not been in war Bevel 8:48 pm Boo Magnum Ace 8:48 pm -gently places a hand on Bull Armor's shoulder- You okay? Swoop 8:48 pm Why queen say no fighting? : < Tarantulas 8:48 pm If vital research is destroyed, then only one person would ever know it - no one could study it more. To - counter it. *of course* Bull Armor 8:49 pm Yeah, this is just strange -Bull Armor offered Magnum a reassuring nod. Swoop 8:49 pm ((don't tell me how you kept that watch safe)) Bird Bird Magnum Ace 8:50 pm Usually the movies end in time for a decent amount of sleep Swoop 8:50 pm Them live in cave : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm {{What?}} FakeProwl 8:50 pm *Right. the Earthlings are situated. Heads back over to his usual couch.* Whirl 8:50 pm *streetches out his neck and fixes his big, single optic on the Iron leaguers* So, what's you guys' deal? Swoop 8:50 pm Them in cave too Bull Armor 8:50 pm Is this where you've disappeared a couple time? -he asked Magnum- FakeProwl 8:50 pm *Stares at his usual spot.* Swoop 8:50 pm Lots of people in cave Magnum Ace 8:50 pm ...yes and no? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm {{That bath, not live.}} Purgatori 8:50 pm It has come to my attention that I am needed elsewhere. Tarantulas 8:50 pm *cheeky visor squint* Purgatori 8:50 pm Enjoy the movie Swoop 8:51 pm Bat cave ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[Unfortunate. Goodnight, Ratchet.]] Swoop 8:51 pm *Bath Kehhehhhehh Bevel 8:51 pm Bye, Ratchet. Purgatori 8:51 pm Goodnight, Soundwave. Bevel Whirl 8:51 pm Seeya, Doc. Squeaker 8:51 pm ((Goodnight and be safe)) FakeProwl 8:51 pm *... Checks to see if there's room to sit next to Tarantulas or Soundwave.* Toothless 8:51 pm *waves a pincer* Tarantulas 8:52 pm *deliberately left no space. no luck there* *spider limbs everywhere* Swoop 8:52 pm JUMP! Keheh FakeProwl 8:52 pm ... Please give me my space back. Swoop 8:52 pm KA! Her fall Bull Armor 8:53 pm -Bull Armor looks up to Whirl at hearing the larger bot's question- Our deal? -he wasn't quite sure what Whirl was asking about- Swoop 8:53 pm OH her good at climb MAKE climb kehehheh That how Snarl climb It funny WHAM WHAM Bevel 8:53 pm That is how you climb a building. Whirl 8:53 pm Yeah. Whaddya do, where ya from? Tarantulas 8:53 pm Wwwwhy ought I? There's room here. *reaches out to pull prowl in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm [[Because he requested it.]] FakeProwl 8:54 pm *Takes a step back, out of leg range.* Bull Armor 8:54 pm We're from Earth and play sports; mostly soccer and baseball. -Bull Armor answered simply- Whirl 8:54 pm Huh. Athletes, then. Tarantulas 8:55 pm *nooooo...* I assure you I'm a comfortable seat. You /know/ that already. What is it? Magnum Ace 8:55 pm That's correct. Swoop 8:55 pm Her mom mad Them fight? FakeProwl 8:56 pm ... I don't want to. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm //What kinda creator says she ain't allowed to come back?// Bevel 8:56 pm The mean kind? Whirl 8:56 pm Yeah. Unless she means like, they physically will be unable to find the island, that's dumb. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm //Yer my greatest love, so I'mma never see ya again. Bye.// ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm //Like. Tch.// Magnum Ace 8:57 pm It's probably more of the 'can not find ever again' Swoop 8:57 pm Them fight Tarantulas 8:57 pm *slumps backward onto the couch. then sllllloooowly slides down off the couch onto the floor to sit there instead. there you go prowl* Swoop 8:57 pm then her win and Her queen and get everyone fight! Magnum Ace 8:57 pm You saw the fog and distortion around the island ...right? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm //They got maps.// Whirl 8:58 pm That's what I'm betting on--that's it something out of her control. Magic. Otherwise, thats's just dumb. Magnum Ace 8:58 pm The pilot was having trouble with his compass and map Whirl 8:58 pm *suddenly laughs; he saw the look Diana gave the sword. He knows that look. He knows that feeling* Magnum Ace 8:58 pm He was hitting it when she came in ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm //So go flyin' until stuff frags up. Then you're there.// Bevel 8:59 pm *wants to make that sword* FakeProwl 8:59 pm *... Stands still.* Magnum Ace 8:59 pm And hope you don't drown or die in the crash? FakeProwl 8:59 pm *Now he feels bad. Thanks, Tarantulas.* Tarantulas 9:00 pm *you're welcome* Whirl 9:00 pm Like, I'm not saying it's HARD to find. But impossible. Magic just prevents it. Swoop 9:00 pm *has no idea what this conversation is, paws at Bird instead* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *Soundwave tilts his helm at Prowl and motions to the couch. Will he not sit?* FakeProwl 9:00 pm *... Sits.* Whirl 9:01 pm ((bless this movie, for giving me both Gal Gadot and Chris Pine to admire as a little side bonus)) FakeProwl 9:01 pm ((i love this entire adlibbed scene)) Whirl 9:01 pm ((IKR)) Bevel 9:01 pm (( i love this scene Tarantulas 9:01 pm (( it was adlibbed? omg ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm ((it was)) Squeaker 9:02 pm ((wow)) Magnum Ace 9:02 pm ((burned to a toast there bud FakeProwl 9:02 pm ((she went for his life)) Whirl 9:03 pm ((fatality)) Swoop 9:03 pm ((10/10)) Toothless 9:03 pm O,o Swoop 9:03 pm Her face got thing on it ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm {{Her play music in opera place?}} Swoop 9:03 pm Opera place? Whirl 9:04 pm She's probably missing most of it. Tarantulas 9:05 pm *terrible? terrible is basically the same as naughty, right* FakeProwl 9:05 pm *An officer desperately trying to win the war, and his mad inventor. Hmm.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm [[She has clothes on.]] Bevel 9:07 pm Everyone else has more. Whirl 9:07 pm ((her face when she sees the baby. I die)) FakeProwl 9:07 pm ((i like that she hears crying and she's INSTANTLY like "BABY." she's never heard a baby before in her life but she Knows)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm //Primus.// Whirl 9:08 pm *snickers* Bevel 9:08 pm Good priorities. Swoop 9:09 pm ((everyone is precious)) Tarantulas 9:09 pm (( specs = even cuter tbqh Swoop 9:09 pm ((omfg)) Bevel 9:10 pm ((the glasses made her even hotter Whirl 9:10 pm (9AGREED)) Magnum Ace 9:10 pm ((dying here ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm ((me trying to get into those damn doors)) Swoop 9:10 pm *kicks his birby feets* Tarantulas 9:11 pm *is moping until further notice. maybe he can sift through data while he mopes* Swoop 9:12 pm Kah! Headbutt! Her AWESOME Whirl 9:13 pm Yeah. I like her. Bevel 9:13 pm She is awesome. Magnum Ace 9:13 pm He...killed himself? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[To preserve secrets.]] Magnum Ace 9:13 pm Oh. Tarantulas 9:13 pm (( oh look it's remus lupin Whirl 9:15 pm ((i always think of him as the dude from the Island of Dr Moreau)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm //Uh.// Magnum Ace 9:16 pm ...that's bad. Isn't it? Squeaker 9:16 pm mhm Swoop 9:16 pm ((i was afk what did I miss)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm ((where did you leave off)) Swoop 9:17 pm ((diana EMBARRASSED some dudes in an alley)) FakeProwl 9:17 pm ((diana embarrassed every single dude she's come across)) Magnum Ace 9:17 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm ((They went to a command council type place, people refused to listen to a guy suggesting a peace talk - that guy--__ ((and now they're here)) Swoop 9:18 pm ((*fingerguns*)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[What fools.]] Magnum Ace 9:18 pm -squirms a bit. The solider bit hit too close to home here- Swoop 9:18 pm Kekhehheh Bull Armor 9:18 pm -sees Magnum shift uncomfortably- You ok, Magnum? Swoop 9:19 pm *pokes bird* Squeaker 9:19 pm *offers a blanket* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm {{What?}} Swoop 9:19 pm Spy lie, huh? kehehhhhehhh ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm {{Oh no, not Bird. Bird good, perfect, never lie. Only truth, always.}} Swoop 9:19 pm *poke poke giggle poke* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm {{Him Boss lie. Heh heh.}} Magnum Ace 9:19 pm Huh? Oh, yes, I'm fine. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[And well.]] Swoop 9:19 pm Bird ONLY good bird EVER kehehhh Magnum Ace 9:19 pm -he's lyyyyying- Whirl 9:19 pm *hunkers down again. CLUNK. Bots on the table, you are now accompanied by Whirl's head, which is lying flat on the table* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm *Zori extends a cautious claw to Whirl's head. Did he fall asleep?* Bull Armor 9:20 pm -Bull Armor jumped slightly as Whirl's head hit the table- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[...He would have liked more of that.]] Whirl 9:20 pm *flicks his antenna; nope, he's still watching* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *...Can he climb up on Whirl's head?* Magnum Ace 9:21 pm -jerks back at Whirl head- Whirl 9:21 pm *Whirl will not stop him* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm *Up he goes! And maybe to do a little humming and dancing.* Whirl 9:21 pm *snorts* Having fun up there? FakeProwl 9:21 pm *... Quietly nudges Tarantulas with his foot.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm #maybe #more if you are okay Swoop 9:23 pm Her waaaaaaaaaaay better fighter than dumb bar guys kehhehhhehhh Magnum Ace 9:23 pm -nudges at Whirl- Are you...okay? Tarantulas 9:23 pm *tiny jump - looks up from a tiny console he's pulled out* Hhhm? FakeProwl 9:23 pm Nothing. Tarantulas 9:24 pm *....squints* FakeProwl 9:24 pm *Nudge nudge.* Swoop 9:25 pm ((she is so genuine <3 )) FakeProwl 9:25 pm ((she is, i love it)) Bevel 9:25 pm ((I love her so much Whirl 9:25 pm *speaking to Zori at first* Yeah I'm f--*jerks his head away sharply when Magnum comes to nudge him* Whoa, little guy. Pump the brakes. Tarantulas 9:25 pm *leans onto the nudging leg* Whirl 9:25 pm *and then he settles back down again* Perfectly fine. Just tired. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm #do you want to sleep? #here? #I will guard you Swoop 9:26 pm Bird Bird Magnum Ace 9:26 pm Ah. Sorry. Swoop 9:26 pm You Bird better at sneak things ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm {{What what?}} Whirl 9:26 pm I don't intend to go to sleep, but if I do, then feel free, professor. Swoop 9:26 pm and Swoop better at bomb things : > ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm #noooo #after Swoop 9:27 pm But Her Lady good fighter tooooo ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm \\HEH.\\ {{Bird good fighting. You not worry.}} Swoop 9:28 pm Bird good at everything Whirl 9:28 pm *glances to Magnum* You get a pass 'cause you're an alien. You're good. You can touch my neck, if you need to. Just not my head. Hell of a toast. I'd toast to that. *to Zori* Hmm... maybe, yeah, if you lot don't mind. It's either here or the wasteland. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm #the wasteland has monsters #bad places #here is good #and safe Magnum Ace 9:30 pm Thank you? -confused pitcher here- Whirl 9:31 pm Our wasteland's pretty barren. But, yeah, I'll wager this place is safest. Magnum Ace 9:31 pm -blank stare at the screen- ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Soundwave folds his hands and leans forward a little.* Toothless 9:33 pm *wiggles excitedly* Bevel 9:33 pm *leans forward in anticipation* Whirl 9:33 pm ((now, of all times, I lose bandwidth, thanks internet B( )) Magnum Ace 9:33 pm She's-! Swoop 9:33 pm *perks up* Whirl 9:33 pm *also raises his head, a little* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:34 pm //Hot damn.// Whirl 9:35 pm You said it, mech. Magnum Ace 9:35 pm Oh...wow... Swoop 9:35 pm :V AWESOME Bevel 9:35 pm *new favorite human* *well amazon* FakeProwl 9:36 pm *just looks vaguely irritated.* *... granted, "vaguely irritated" is pretty close to his default expression, but.* Swoop 9:36 pm *SHRIEKING laughter* Bevel 9:38 pm Yeah! Magnum Ace 9:38 pm ((I'm sorry, but if I saw that, I'd nope outta there Windchill 9:38 pm *Appears.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm [[...He is reminded of the way Wreckers conduct themselves.]] Windchill 9:39 pm I did not hit her I DID NOT... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[Or try to.]] Windchill 9:39 pm Oh hi Whirl. Whirl 9:39 pm Not too far off, but with way more collateral damage. Swoop 9:39 pm !!!! FakeProwl 9:39 pm *a derisive snort.* Swoop 9:39 pm *FIST PUMP* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[As he said. "Try to." Unless they are Wheeljack.]] Whirl 9:39 pm And there's no way they'd send us to a place that was still calm enough to have any living noncombatants in it. Bevel 9:39 pm That sniper is really dead. Whirl 9:40 pm *looks over; there is a tiny scorpion on his head and little mecha all over his table* Hey, 'Chill. Toothless 9:40 pm *purrs* Magnum Ace 9:40 pm She's...right. She's not human Windchill 9:40 pm Is there still room for my GIANT BUTT? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm [[Charging into stalemated battle zones and the like.]] *Hand flick.* [[What were you snorting at?]] *Zori waves hi from Whirl's head.* Whirl 9:40 pm Yep. *only Bevel is sitting with him tonight, so he's got one free side* FakeProwl 9:41 pm *mutters* A damn waste. Swoop 9:41 pm What is gala? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[The actor's skills?]] {{Party. Biiiiiig party.}} Windchill 9:42 pm *Takes that spot. If he's sitting a little oddly it's because of the hidden dent in his butt.* Swoop 9:42 pm Ohhh party Windchill 9:42 pm What is this? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm //Wonder Woman. She's kinda livin' up to it.// Whirl 9:42 pm She really is. Bevel 9:42 pm Yeah Whirl 9:42 pm *snickers* FakeProwl 9:42 pm No. This entire... display of heroic nonsense. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm *Leans back.* [[Do elaborate.]] Swoop 9:43 pm ((no girl YOU did)) Magnum Ace 9:43 pm I find it...entertaining -says the mech who does heroic nonsense himself- Windchill 9:45 pm So. Whirl 9:45 pm That was Piaf, earlier. Windchill 9:45 pm Like Wonder Bread. But not. FakeProwl 9:45 pm @Soundwave «When one person with far more experience in conducting himself in wartime explains to another person why it is nearly impossible AND strategically inadvisable to deviate from the slower plan for a sudden burst of heroism, and then the second person deviates from the plan anyway, one of two things happens.» Whirl 9:45 pm *squints* Sous les pont de paris, I think. Definitely not breadlike, yep. Windchill 9:46 pm But does she still go well with peanut butter? Swoop 9:46 pm Bird Windchill 9:46 pm *Chinhands. Of course he walked into the mushy stuff.* Whirl 9:46 pm Couldn't tell you that. Can't taste peanut butter. But damn, I sure as hell can SMELL it. FakeProwl 9:46 pm @Soundwave «One: he gets himself—and probably everyone around him—killed.» Windchill 9:47 pm Hmm. The REAL question is... do you smell like peanut butter? Whirl 9:47 pm Not to my knowledge, nope. Windchill 9:47 pm *Leans over. Prepare thyself for the nostrils.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm *Zori sniffs Whirl's head* #...what does peanut butter smell like Windchill 9:47 pm *Dramatic sniffing.* I smell...I smell!! Ducky. Whirl 9:48 pm I'll bring you some. I don't really... know how to describe a smell. Magnum Ace 9:48 pm ((really, movie? really? FakeProwl 9:48 pm ((yeeeeeeeah, and they were doing so well)) Whirl 9:48 pm ((I'm just saying. If I was either of them and I thought I might die tomorrow, I'd go for it)) ((well, if I cared for that sort of thing)) FakeProwl 9:48 pm ((but he's unnecessary for pleasure)) ((she said so herself)) Whirl 9:49 pm ((Might as well try something new 😎 )) Magnum Ace 9:49 pm ((I know, right? FakeProwl 9:49 pm (("well, fine, i guess i'll try dick ONE time.")) Magnum Ace 9:49 pm ((and yes Windchill 9:49 pm I like the horses. That's what I care about. ...She's not very good at stealth? *Snorts.* Whirl 9:50 pm She's more of a "charge in and decimate the enemy" kind of fighter. Swoop 9:50 pm BEST kind 😄 Windchill 9:51 pm ...Why can't she be both? Whirl 9:51 pm Not saying she can't. Just saying she isn't. Windchill 9:51 pm She seemed sneaky enough there, I guess. Dung of a bug... *He'll have to ask about that.* Magnum Ace 9:52 pm ((she isn't Windchill 9:53 pm What the heckie. FakeProwl 9:54 pm @Soundwave «Two: he succeeds. In succeeding, he makes himself look like a big damn hero and the person arguing for the cautious plan look like a fool and like he didn't care about the people he insisted they leave behind; and he also gains an inch of progress while sacrificing the objective that could have gained them a foot of progress. He makes himself look good while destroying their opportunity to make a real difference.» Windchill 9:54 pm Why aren't they speaking German? Magnum Ace 9:55 pm ((she DID Whirl 9:55 pm Nice. Windchill 9:56 pm What... Magnum Ace 9:56 pm Stealth...is lost on her, I think Whirl 9:56 pm Yeah? Magnum Ace 9:56 pm That sword is pretty obvious Windchill 9:56 pm *Raises a brow.* Swoop 9:57 pm ((fuck em up)) FakeProwl 9:57 pm @Soundwave «And I am quite tired of such destructiveness being glorified.» Bevel 9:57 pm She is a princess. Princesses always draw attention. Swoop 9:57 pm ((i LOVE how obvious her sword is)) Windchill 9:58 pm *Appreciates the horses.* *They work so hard.* Magnum Ace 9:58 pm It was the sword. Right along her spine. Toothless 9:59 pm *sad chirr* Windchill 9:59 pm *Came in too late to really know or care what's going on.* FakeProwl 9:59 pm ... Huhh. *glances at Soundwave.* As I said. Gain an inch, lose a foot. Bevel 10:00 pm Those poor villagers. Magnum Ace 10:00 pm ...... Tarantulas 10:00 pm *is hunched over a bit more working with his tiny console, he's forgotten the movie* Magnum Ace 10:00 pm -he's liking this movie less and less with every battlefield and mass murder like that- FakeProwl 10:01 pm *Is satisfied, in a dark way, now that her charge was for naught.* Whirl 10:01 pm Well, technically, Prowl, it was the reasonable person's reticence that did that. Movie didn't change its tune. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm @Prowl: [[He is fascinated by her powers. But you are correct. And while he himself employs mechs who specialize in such activities--]] Subtle motion toward Rumble and Frenzy. [[--He prefers to avoid using them in that manner, when possible.]] FakeProwl 10:02 pm @Soundwave «It's not the violence and the heroic charges and and of themselves. They have their places.» Windchill 10:02 pm *Fakes a yawn.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm @Prowl: [[...That said, as a former gladiator, he does appreciate her skills. She would be a formidable force, given proper guidance.]] FakeProwl 10:03 pm @Soundwave «It's blatantly ignoring the cautious advice of those who know better.» Magnum Ace 10:03 pm ...is it over? Bevel 10:04 pm ...I do not think so. Windchill 10:04 pm Too much unresolved conflict to be over. Magnum Ace 10:04 pm Oh no. Bull Armor 10:04 pm oh boy FakeProwl 10:04 pm @Soundwave «Charging into battle without a strategy is objectionable, but not unforgivable. THROWING AWAY the strategy—and being REWARDED by the narrative for it...» Swoop 10:05 pm ((I love how she is totally down for murder. None of this man pain bullshit. Fuck 'em up.)) Bevel 10:05 pm *sighs sadly* Windchill 10:05 pm Wow. Magnum Ace 10:06 pm ...this just went from bad to worse ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm @Prowl: [[To those two, he -is- the one who knows better.]] Amusement tag. As he said. Windchill 10:06 pm *Sneers a little.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *They specialize in it, and sometimes they do throw away strategy, but he'd prefer they didn't.* FakeProwl 10:07 pm @Soundwave «... She's learning better.» ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm @Prowl: [[She is.]] Whirl 10:07 pm He's not entirely wrong. Maybe a little too optimistic about the power of belief. Magnum Ace 10:07 pm . . . ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm //...Hold up, how's that guy there?// Bevel 10:07 pm How did he get there? Whirl 10:07 pm But I mean, yeah, the world's rotten. ...? Magnum Ace 10:08 pm How'd he...oh no. Whirl 10:08 pm Ha. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm //How's he him? He was arguin' for peace 'n all.// Whirl 10:08 pm While knowing that the Germans would still attack with their chemical weapon. Bevel 10:08 pm He said no one listened to him earlier. Whirl 10:09 pm Easier to manipulate things from the top. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm \\SOME GODKILLER.\\ Swoop 10:09 pm :V Whirl 10:09 pm Heh. Windchill 10:10 pm Is this our plot twist villain? Whirl 10:10 pm Yep. I like it. FakeProwl 10:11 pm *... is finding himself sympathizing with the war god who wants to destroy everyone.* Windchill 10:11 pm Eh. *He's not gonna comment. Nope.* Whirl 10:11 pm Everyone likes to think it's the mad scientists and the uppity soldiers who make these things happen. Nice to see the movie pinning it on someone in high command. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm //PRIMUS BELOW// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm //How's she s'posed to fight THAT?// Swoop 10:13 pm BOOM! Kehehhhehhh Windchill 10:13 pm He's floating? Whirl 10:13 pm Just means it's going to be an interesting fight. Windchill 10:13 pm *Snorts.* Magnum Ace 10:13 pm !!! Windchill 10:14 pm How do they know it's on a timer? I missed it. Bevel 10:15 pm They were spying. Swoop 10:15 pm Flammable 😄 Dinobots good for flammable Windchill 10:15 pm Everything's flammable if you're serious about it. Swoop 10:15 pm YAH Windchill 10:15 pm *Nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm [[...Oh.]] Whirl 10:16 pm Oh, he's about to die. Windchill 10:16 pm He's fuckin' dead. So's that guy. Whirl 10:16 pm *the very best parting gift imaginable, though* Windchill 10:16 pm *Blinks.* Bevel 10:16 pm Whoa armor Windchill 10:17 pm Swords, lame. FakeProwl 10:17 pm ((i can't frickin take ares seriously. he still has his fuckin Mild Mannered Bookstore Owner mustache.)) Windchill 10:17 pm *And yes, he is just saying that to be antagonistic.* (( ME NEITHER. )) Whirl 10:17 pm ((yeah honestly the face...... kinda ruins the effect)) Magnum Ace 10:17 pm ((just by a lot Bevel 10:18 pm ((i just can't take him seriously because it's remus lupin FakeProwl 10:18 pm ((i mean i realize that's part of the point. the face of war itself is just an Average Joe.)) ((but STILL.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm ((.....i never got that)) Windchill 10:18 pm (( I think this fight is kinda underwhelming anyway but that's a major factor. Nothing against the actor but they probably should have changed that to almost anything else.)) Swoop 10:19 pm ((there were so many boss moments that it'd be hard to do a one on one at the same level as her going one vs machine guns)) Magnum Ace 10:19 pm Oh. No. FakeProwl 10:19 pm ((yeah, basically from the point Real Ares shows up onward im a lot less enthralled with the movie.)) ((you can't top the machine gun scene)) Bevel 10:19 pm ((no man's land best scene Whirl 10:20 pm 9(agreed)) ((no man's land was best)) Tarantulas 10:20 pm *suddenly huffs and violently tosses his console into a subspace. crosses his arms over his knees* Windchill 10:21 pm (( P much. I personally find a lot of end fights underwhelming when we're supposed to up against gods and demons and the most we get is brute, physical force. )) (( So that might just be me. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Soundwave lets a feeler slither down to Tarantulas and brush against a spider leg. Enough to listen if wanted, easy to brush away if not.* Windchill 10:21 pm Well. If she had listened to him she might have been able to prevent his death. That sucks. Whirl 10:22 pm Yep. Mistakes and all that. Windchill 10:22 pm *He can't really endorse being told what to do, so don't do it.* Tarantulas 10:22 pm *all sw will read is frustration and a bunch of icky numbers before tarantulas swats him away and goes to get up* Windchill 10:23 pm *Ear flicks.* FakeProwl 10:23 pm *...sigh.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *He pulls the feeler back in, not offended but mildly concerned. What are those numbers? Why did they inspire that?* FakeProwl 10:24 pm *So all humans are worth saving because one of them loved her.* Windchill 10:24 pm *Actually bursts out laughing.* Swoop 10:24 pm Bird Look Bird Her ZAP ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm {{Best.}} FakeProwl 10:24 pm ... The fact that she believes in love does nothing to change their destructiveness. Magnum Ace 10:24 pm -what's funny about that?- Windchill 10:25 pm *Wipes an optic.* Whirl 10:25 pm I think it's more about the question of whether or not humans CAN be anything other than destructive. Bevel 10:25 pm ((SUPERHERO LANDING FakeProwl 10:25 pm The fact that humans are capable of love does not undo their destructiveness, either. Magnum Ace 10:25 pm They can Windchill 10:25 pm That was dramatic. Whirl 10:26 pm Nope. I don't think the movie's trying to say they're not, though. Windchill 10:26 pm It's saying that they're worth it anyway. Your mileage may vary. FakeProwl 10:26 pm Hmph. Whirl 10:26 pm I mean, don't get me wrong--I'm not buying the schmaltzy bullshit--*waves aclaw* Bevel 10:26 pm We are just as destructive. Tarantulas 10:26 pm *glances at prowl for a second but is too much of a drama butt to actually send anything but a ping before he leaves out the doors* Whirl 10:26 pm Like I said. The world--well, worlds. Multiverse, is rotten to the core. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *..."Hmph"? Odd, coming from a protector.* FakeProwl 10:27 pm Their argument is inadequate. *Glances at Tarantulas. Pings back.* Windchill 10:27 pm The point was it's about what you believe. So if you believe that they're worth it, then they are. At least to you. Or, her. It's pretty, eh, subjective. Whirl 10:28 pm It's about how, y'know, people and reality and life in genberal is more complicated that 'good' or 'bad.' You gotta take the bad with the good. At least, that's what I'm getting from the movie. FakeProwl 10:28 pm *Prowl's got to remind himself not to voice his opinions out loud.* Windchill 10:28 pm They pretty much spell it out...more than once. It's not very subtle. ... *distracted.* Is she, like, old? Whirl 10:29 pm She's a demigod. Doesn't age, presumably. Windchill 10:29 pm Huh. FakeProwl 10:29 pm *It invites people to explain what the movie's saying when his problem is that he disagrees with what it's saying.* Windchill 10:29 pm That sucks too. Toothless 10:29 pm *headbobs to theme* Whirl 10:29 pm *hey now, Whirl also conceded that he disagreed with it* *he's just clarifying the movie's argument* Bevel 10:30 pm *not really sure what she wants to say about the movie's message so just settles for* Diana was a really cool fighter. Windchill 10:30 pm *He said it was subjective.* Bevel 10:30 pm *so deep* Windchill 10:30 pm *No actual counter-argument was presented.* Whirl 10:30 pm She was. Swoop 10:30 pm *kicky feet* That good movie : > Windchill 10:30 pm I think... Swoop 10:30 pm You Soundwave do FIGHT movie Like this moive Magnum Ace 10:30 pm Interesting movie Swoop 10:30 pm every time Forever : > Bevel 10:30 pm I am gonna make her sword. Windchill 10:30 pm I probably wasn't supposed to find it as funny as I did. Whirl 10:30 pm Decent. Worth watching once. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[He prefers to keep things well mixed, Swoop. There are many guests with varying tastes.]] Magnum Ace 10:31 pm Bull? Swoop 10:31 pm This BETTER Bull Armor 10:31 pm It was different -not the type of movie Bull usually watched- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm //Whirl. Whirl.// ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm //You 'n this fleshie in a fight. Who wins.// Whirl 10:31 pm Mm-hmm? *looks to him* Well, she's a demigod. I dunno. I don't know if conventional weapons can even hurt her. But, luckily, I know a guy who makes UNconventional weapons. So it's a toss-up. Magnum Ace 10:32 pm ... Toothless 10:33 pm *peeks over at smol warm-metals* Windchill 10:33 pm Probably depends on who's faster to find and take advantage of each other's weaknesses. Which is how all fights go, really. Magnum Ace 10:34 pm -stares back- Swoop 10:34 pm *yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwnnnns* *streeeeeeeeeeeetches* Windchill 10:34 pm *Not that...he would know anything about fighting.* Swoop 10:34 pm *decides to sleep exactly where he is* Toothless 10:35 pm ((plz not to 44 Sonic the not-much-bigger-than-a-baseball ;D)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm *Laserbeak drifts down to sit on Swoop and guard him* Windchill 10:35 pm *What is this whiny music.* Magnum Ace 10:35 pm ((don't worry, he's not pitching indoors ((soundy wouldn't be happy with the damage ItsyBitsySpyers 10:36 pm ((soundy would start pitching. a fit.)) Windchill 10:36 pm (( Justice would be served. )) Toothless 10:36 pm *loud purrs for Not-Smol-That-Bites* ^__^ Magnum Ace 10:36 pm ((granted now he has one called the 'asteroid cannon' ((and it's named that for a reason Windchill 10:37 pm *Stretches.* Magnum Ace 10:37 pm -blinks and continues to stare. What is it?- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *...He hears a purr. What is--* Toothless 10:37 pm ((translation: Thank you for the stream!)) Windchill 10:37 pm *Leans over to torment Whirl.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *SCRAPLno wait that was the toothless one. Okay. False alarm.* ((you're welcome! come by any time 😄 )) Toothless 10:38 pm *bounces a little and waves a pincer* Whirl 10:38 pm *eyes Windchill sidelong without raising his head* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm *Soundwave lifts a feeler and wiggles one of its claws at Toothless.* Windchill 10:38 pm *It's time for your weekly dose of stage whispering.* You know...if we were really NAUGHTY, we could get banished for another sleepover. *If you know what his waggling eyebrows mean.* Whirl 10:39 pm I've already made arrangements to stay here tonight. FakeProwl 10:39 pm *glances to see what Soundwave is wiggling at.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm [[No fragging in public.]] Whirl 10:39 pm Rain check? Windchill 10:39 pm You suck. Whirl 10:39 pm *SNORTS* Windchill 10:39 pm *Sits up straight.* Bevel 10:39 pm *moves chair a little away from Windchill and Whirl if they're gonna be gross* FakeProwl 10:39 pm *juMPS TO HIS FEET AND IN FRONT OF SOUNDWAVE THAT IS A SCRAPLET* Squeaker 10:40 pm Do not hurt the scraplet *angry mom face* Magnum Ace 10:40 pm -what's with the reactions? He could lob that thing through a wall- Whirl 10:40 pm There is a zero percent chance I will ever frag ANYONE in public. Windchill 10:40 pm Sure. *Tosses his head.* I forgive you. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm *Soundwave huffs softly and rests a hand on Prowl's back.*

[[It is an oddity. A harmless one. But thank you.]] FakeProwl 10:40 pm *Considering that Prowl doesn't know who that person is, he will summarily ignore them.* Windchill 10:40 pm *That makes one of you, Whirl.* FakeProwl 10:40 pm *... Soundwave, he's less inclined to ignore.* You're sure? Not a scout? Toothless 10:41 pm *shakes helm, no no no no no scout, no swarm* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm [[One moment.]] Leans around Prowl and motions to Toothless. [[Open your mouth, would you?]] Windchill 10:41 pm *Always set on the backburner, TAKEN FOR GRANTED.* Whirl 10:41 pm *glances to Windchill* Y'know, I was just wondering why it is everyone seems to think we're shacking up, but then I remembered how often you tell me how much you like my ass. And then, question answered. Toothless 10:42 pm *carefully slides headplates to show tooth stubs* Windchill 10:42 pm *Face kind of just warps hideously to exude smugness.* It's a fantastic ass. Whirl 10:42 pm You're objectively wrong, but thanks. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:42 pm *Nods.* [[Yes. He recognizes this one.]] Bevel 10:42 pm Oh! I like this song! Windchill 10:42 pm I am not. FakeProwl 10:43 pm *The fact that it can't eat doesn't mean it can't scout. But if Soundwave is certain.* Whirl 10:43 pm Never heard it. Windchill 10:43 pm *He just doesn't have any taste, which might be the same thing but he's gonna argue anyway.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm [[Besides. It has been living in that mech this whole evening. We would have been dead long before now.]] Whirl 10:43 pm *will just wave a claw at Windchill dismissively; you DO have horrid taste, Whirl was specifically designed to be unattractive* Bevel 10:43 pm It lives inside someone? FakeProwl 10:43 pm *... Reclaims his seat.* Is it... tame? Whirl 10:43 pm *the Functionists clearly couldn't fathom a mind as twisted as yours* Windchill 10:44 pm *Not even a little.* Squeaker 10:44 pm It... hides in my pauldrens sometimes Magnum Ace 10:44 pm What...is it? Windchill 10:44 pm *Is it a coincidence that most of his friends/fuckbuddies are one eyed and mean as hell? Yes, but what a hell of a coinkydink.* Toothless 10:45 pm *looks up at Squeaker, guilty for having snuck out & causing a fuss* Windchill 10:45 pm *Leans back in his seat, and crosses his legs while fighting to hide a wince. Damn you, ass-dent.* Squeaker 10:45 pm *helm bomps her smol friend* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[As far as he knows.]] FakeProwl 10:45 pm ... Hmm. How does it eat? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm [[Now that is an interesting question.]] Looks expectantly at Squeaker. Squeaker 10:46 pm Small things, nuts and bolts, nothing alive though. Whirl 10:46 pm ((PFFT)) *looks over to this new conversation* Huh. Kinda like Killer. FakeProwl 10:46 pm I meant, without teeth. Whirl 10:46 pm Which is my pet barnacle. Windchill 10:46 pm *Ears flick up. This is more his style.* The best pet barnacle. Squeaker 10:46 pm It has the back ones Windchill 10:46 pm Best pet, even. FakeProwl 10:47 pm ((ah, wise music choice.)) ((metal, to keep the scraplet fed.)) Bevel 10:47 pm ((lol ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Rumble motions Magnum Ace over.*

(PFFF)) Magnum Ace 10:47 pm ...you mean it's species eats live meals? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm //Yeah. 'N usually it's us.// Windchill 10:47 pm *Would retract his head like a turtle, 'cept his collar gets in the way. He eats...things.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Well, no reason to have him come this way now. He was gonna just whisper that.* Toothless 10:47 pm *hangs helm* Whirl 10:47 pm Ours, too, except ours are just about microscopic. Squeaker 10:47 pm Most of the time yes. But Toothless is nice Magnum Ace 10:47 pm -and now he gets what hte fuss was about- FakeProwl 10:48 pm Yes. If you ever see one of those—run. Ideally, somewhere cold. Whirl 10:48 pm *pauses over some fond... memories? memories-that-don't-belong-to-him-but-are-there* They're neat. Magnum Ace 10:48 pm Cold tends to shut us down. FakeProwl 10:48 pm One alone isn't much of a threat; but one alone is usually a scout for a swarm. Windchill 10:48 pm *But he's not gonna out himself like that tonight.* FakeProwl 10:48 pm Cold tends to shut them down, too. And since they're smaller, they shut down faster. Bull Armor 10:48 pm -Bull unconsciously shivered remembered that one time in the artic- Magnum Ace 10:48 pm I'd hope so. Toothless 10:48 pm *Looks at RedSnol and nods* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm [[He will stick to this one, if it is all the same to you, Whirl.]] Microscopic metal eaters. Brr. Magnum Ace 10:49 pm -pats Bull, sorry for bringing that up- Whirl 10:49 pm Yeah, at least you can see those. One scraplet in the wrong place is enough to kill a mech, in our dimension. You could probably handle one of yours no problem. Magnum Ace 10:49 pm Ice hockey leaguers need a special formula to play on the ice correctly -not to mention knowing how to play on ice in general- Bull Armor 10:50 pm Even we need special fuel if we're in the extreme cold for too long. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:51 pm *Extreme cold. Also a brr.* Magnum Ace 10:51 pm Or we lock up and freeze until brought somewhere warmer Toothless 10:51 pm *shudders and ducks back into Squeaker's pauldron to drag out its knitted "scraplet cozy" * Windchill 10:51 pm *Sighs.* I like the cold. Bevel 10:51 pm What is ice hockey? Magnum Ace 10:52 pm Another sport Bevel 10:52 pm Do you throw balls made out of ice? Windchill 10:52 pm *He's large enough and generates enough heat that it's not quite as much of a problem.* Whirl 10:52 pm You're built for it, aren't you? High-altitude specialty, right? Magnum Ace 10:52 pm No, it's played with pucks and hockey sticks ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *Soundwave spots the cozy and huffs. Yes, a good idea. Too bad his tarps are upstairs.* Bevel 10:53 pm Pucks? Windchill 10:53 pm When in good repair I'm built to handle temperatures of both extremes. To a degree. *That's a pun, okay.* Whirl 10:53 pm *snorts* Squeaker 10:53 pm *straightens and fluffs said scraplet cozy* Magnum Ace 10:53 pm Thick disks meant to slide around on the ice Whirl 10:53 pm *and slowly un-hunkers, streeetching* Okay. Time to crash. Where should I go, Professor? Magnum Ace 10:53 pm Usually at high speeds Squeaker 10:53 pm That sounds a bit dangerous Bevel 10:54 pm Cool. *grins* Whirl 10:54 pm Take care of yourself, loser. *to Windchill* Magnum Ace 10:54 pm Not really Bevel 10:54 pm *hitting disks with sticks sounds fun* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm #ummm #the lounge? #that is a big space #upstairs Magnum Ace 10:54 pm Most of the danger comes from the opposing team FakeProwl 10:54 pm *vaguely remembers having to offer Soundwave a tarp at one point, when a show was talking about cold things. the details are fuzzy though. he was drunk at the time.* Windchill 10:54 pm GoodNIGHT, loser. *Rejected again.* FakeProwl 10:54 pm *doesn't have a tarp. has a sham-wow.* Windchill 10:55 pm *Totally sparkbroken.* Magnum Ace 10:55 pm ...and yourself if you don't know how to play on ice. FakeProwl 10:55 pm *... takes out and offers the sham-wow anyway.* Pretend it's warm. Whirl 10:55 pm *hey now, you were simply second to offer* Windchill 10:56 pm *Don't rain on his drama parade.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm *Soundwave looks at Prowl, the shamwow, Prowl again, and. Reaches. For the shamwow? Then looks at Prowl.*

*...He's so confused* Whirl 10:56 pm *He stands and holds a claw up so Zori can be relocated from his head* Just show me the way. Squeaker 10:56 pm If you need something warm I have plenty of blankets in subspace ItsyBitsySpyers 10:56 pm *But he drapes it over the spark light on his chest. Very well.* FakeProwl 10:56 pm I don't have a heating tarp. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm #come on! #this way! the stairs are over there

*Claw point. Onward, mighty airsteed!* //Hey, hold up. Us too.// \\YEAH!\\ Whirl 10:57 pm *your steed is aw--well, okay, he pauses for the twins. He's taken aback for a moment, then realizes well, he probably SHOULDN'T be--he's not used to this* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm To Squeaker: [[He will be fine, thank you.]]

{{You not getting them back if him take, heh.}} Whirl 10:58 pm *so he just pauses to wait for them, and then Zori's airsteed shall leave the room* Windchill 10:58 pm *Waves.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm *And they'll follow.*

*In the meantime, Soundwave looks to Prowl once again.*

[[That is all right. He accepts this offering in its place.]] Whirl 10:58 pm *tosses a final wave off to Windchill* Bevel 10:58 pm *sends goodnight messages to Whirl, Zori, and the twins* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm *Pings back to Bevel.* Whirl 10:59 pm *and a last ping for Shovel, too* Windchill 10:59 pm *...All of the fun people have ABANDONED HIM.* Whirl 10:59 pm *now's your chance to get to know Bevel, who is cool* Windchill 10:59 pm *Drapes himself in the chair forlornly, dramatically.* Magnum Ace 11:00 pm -is he okay?- Bevel 11:00 pm *pulls out a datapad to start planning Diana's sword* Windchill 11:02 pm *No-one understands his unrequited spark-boner.* Magnum Ace 11:02 pm -starts tossing a baseball up and catching it, wondering if he and Bull Armor had been forgotten- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Ravage abruptly explodes from behind the seat and snatches the baseball out of the air. Nope. They hadn't.* Squeaker 11:03 pm What is that thing anywhow? Toothless 11:03 pm *chittergiggles at the ball theft* FakeProwl 11:03 pm *who could forget the two Real Live Baseball Players* Squeaker 11:03 pm ((forgive her she knows next to nothing of sports)) Magnum Ace 11:03 pm -jerks back in surprise- HEY! ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm [[A cat.]] FakeProwl 11:04 pm *Speaking off, he hears a Distressed Real Live Baseball Player. What's going on over there?* Magnum Ace 11:04 pm Give that back! Squeaker 11:04 pm I know what a cat looks like Bull Armor 11:04 pm -Bull Armor stares at the more animal looking mech that stole Magnum's ball- Squeaker 11:04 pm what did it take from him? Magnum Ace 11:05 pm A baseball Bevel 11:05 pm *oh hi Ravage, have a ping* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm *Ravage drops the ball on the floor and gives it a solid whack. Nyoom goes the ball. Nyoom goes Ravage. Ravage also goes ping.* Magnum Ace 11:05 pm I was practicing my pitching, before the movie Toothless 11:05 pm ((Ravage shows up and my cat starts fussing... coincidence?I think not.)) Squeaker 11:05 pm *Researches the term baseball* oh Neat! Windchill 11:05 pm *Okay, this isn't working out well for his butt-dent. He is forced to sit normally.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm ((LOL)) Bevel 11:05 pm *goes back to her datapad* Magnum Ace 11:06 pm Give that back, I still need it. Bull Armor 11:07 pm It wouldn't be the first ball lost. Magnum Ace 11:07 pm True. But I don't like losing equipment. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm =I hunted it. It is mine.= Magnum Ace 11:08 pm You...what? It's not for hunting ItsyBitsySpyers 11:08 pm [[Ravage, return the ball.]] Toothless 11:08 pm *hits its booster jets and tries to nyoom in and filch the ball back* Bevel 11:08 pm *covers her mouth with the datapad to hide the fact that she's trying not to laugh* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm *HISS at scraplet.* Squeaker 11:09 pm Toothless Sweetspark, you and the baseball are just about the same size* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm *...But there was an order. So he sulkily lets Toothless return the ball.* Toothless 11:10 pm *looks up offended; scraplet is at LEAST softball sized!* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm *He didn't want it anyway. Sulk sulk slink behind the bar curl up mutter hmph.* Toothless 11:10 pm *hauls roundthing back to RedSmol* Magnum Ace 11:10 pm -not when it's made for mechs where a golfball is the size of a grapefruit- FakeProwl 11:11 pm *... Movie's over. Glances at Soundwave.* Perhaps it's time to escort our unintended guests home? Windchill 11:11 pm *Raises hand.* Magnum Ace 11:11 pm Thank you ItsyBitsySpyers 11:11 pm [[It may be for the best. He won't have his guests things stolen.]] Not in front of an ex-cop, at any rate. Things that get left behind are another story. Bull Armor 11:11 pm At least he didn't try 'hunting' it while you were pitching it. Toothless 11:11 pm *if roundthing's too big to carry, then it will push!* Magnum Ace 11:11 pm -and this time the ball is staying in his hand- I don't think he would be able to catch it Bevel 11:12 pm *pulls a couple bits of scrap metal from her subspace and bends them together into a small lobbing ball that she rolls along the floor toward the bar.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm *Soundwave points at Windchill while speaking to the baseball players.*

[[You might be surprised. But now is not the time to test that. Do the two of you go to the same place?]] *....Ravage curls a paw around the ball and pulls it close. Good.* Windchill 11:13 pm *He's just gonna put his hand down then.* Bevel 11:13 pm *victory* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:14 pm *Well, if Windchill doesn't WANT to respond to being called on. They're getting ready to close up shop for the night anyway.* Toothless 11:14 pm *skitters back to Squeaker, points to its "sweater" and then to a single strand, with a question-chirp. Any extra yarn for AngryCat?* Bull Armor 11:14 pm Yes; we should actually get back to recharge. We still got practice tomorrow. Windchill 11:14 pm *Pointing is ambiguous. He's not a mind reader.* Squeaker 11:14 pm *takes out a ball of yarn with a smile* Magnum Ace 11:15 pm Yes, we're both members of Silver Castle ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[Then we will not keep you from it. He is certain Prowl would not like to see your games suffer.]] Windchill 11:15 pm It's TIME... For me to go. You're all welcome. Magnum Ace 11:15 pm -their mechanic is going to murder them both- Toothless 11:15 pm *pincer-wave* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[Very well. Do you require a bridge too?]] Squeaker 11:16 pm Be safe FakeProwl 11:16 pm *HUFF. Why you gotta call him out like that. ... ur rite tho.* Windchill 11:16 pm No thanks. *He hates those things.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm [[As you wish. Travel safely. He'd prefer not to be the one to tell Whirl you died.]] Windchill 11:17 pm Whatever. Toothless 11:17 pm *hides yarn somewhere AngryCat can hunt it and zips back to Squeaker to head home* FakeProwl 11:17 pm Magnum Ace, you can pass the catcher my comm frequency, in case of emergency. And explain to him the whole... secrecy situation, if you would, please. *never actually learned the catcher's name lmao whoops* Windchill 11:17 pm I remembered Rumble's payment this time, where should I leave it? Squeaker 11:18 pm *pets her smol friend* Toothless 11:18 pm *much loud purring* Magnum Ace 11:18 pm -nods- I will talk to him, later, about all of this. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm *Ravage will get that yarn later, when he is done sulking. And perhaps save some nuts and bolts for future visits.*

[[Ah. On the bar will do. He will probably come down later to get something and see it then.]] Toothless 11:20 pm *waves goodbye before hiding in the pauldron again* Windchill 11:20 pm *Shrugs. Good enough. He'll do that and pay his siblings-in-law back for it later.* Squeaker 11:21 pm *yawns* Thank you for streaming Soundwave. goodnight and be safe you all Windchill 11:21 pm *He's gone.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm [[Goodnight.]] Magnum Ace 11:22 pm But, yes, I think it's time we did go home Before we're caught ItsyBitsySpyers 11:23 pm *Then he'll open a bridge and gesture to it.*

[[We will see you next time, hopefully.]] FakeProwl 11:24 pm Hopefully NOT. We still don't know why they keep showing up here. Magnum Ace 11:24 pm Thank you, and hopefully if we do show up it's because we wanted to. FakeProwl 11:24 pm Tarantulas was supposed to be looking into that but—apparently had nothing to report. Or else left without reporting it. Bull Armor 11:25 pm Hopefully no one else gets pulled in. Really don't think GZ or Windy would be too happy about it. -let alone any of the humans- Magnum Ace 11:25 pm No, no I don't think they would... ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm [[He hopes because he would like to solve it.]] Bevel 11:26 pm At least you got pulled here instead of somewhere else. Magnum Ace 11:27 pm -nods and gestures for Bull Armor to go first. Time to go home- FakeProwl 11:28 pm This makes two weeks in a row that you've shown up, specifically, here. At the same time. And once you showed up at a similar movie night hosted by Cybertronians. Bull Armor 11:28 pm Bye then. -Bull waves before stepping through- ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm *Wonders if it is because of all the multiversal traffic his club gets on weekends. Or that his planet gets in general, since those visitors tend to roam elsewhere for a bit. Who knows what that does to reality around here?* Magnum Ace 11:29 pm Well, yes, it is odd... Bevel 11:29 pm *welp if everyone's leaving, Bevel's gonna leave before she accidentally gets caught in a private conversation. she leans over the bar to check on Ravage first tho* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm *Ravage looks up at her and grumbles some nothings. What.* Magnum Ace 11:31 pm Before this, I had only thought the multiverse was science fiction Bevel 11:32 pm Do you want to come with me to see something? I want to see if the big stairs in old Praxus are still there. *they might find a cool monster since the stairs go sort of under the surface if Ravage is into that kind of walk* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm *He grumbles a little more, gives the lobbing ball a smack, and gets up. Yeah, okay. Let's go.* Bevel 11:34 pm *grins and straightens back up* Ravage and I are gonna go check something out. *seems polite to tell SW* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:35 pm [[Very well. Enjoy yourselves.]] [[Now you know that it isn't, Magnum Ace. And its existence is the least of the wonders related to it.]]

[[But that is data for another time, if there is another time.]] Prowl might not want them coming in, but he'd like more information on that Earth someday. For reasons. [[Your bridge awaits.]] FakeProwl 11:36 pm *Oh, Prowl DEFINITELY wants more information on that Earth. He's got a quiet revolution to plan.* Bevel 11:37 pm *with a wave to Prowl and Soundwave, Bevel and Ravage will head out* FakeProwl 11:37 pm *He just doesn't want them popping in here against their will. Eventually it'll be a human.* Magnum Ace 11:37 pm -And that's the end of tonight. Nods and waves, before heading through- FakeProwl 11:37 pm *Farewell nod.* Magnum Ace 11:38 pm ((meanwhile mun is laughing right now FakeProwl 11:39 pm *... Is the coast clear? Yes? Leans on Soundwave.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:40 pm ((how come laughing?))

*Soundwave accepts the lean and coils a feeler around Prowl's waist.*

*But something's been lurking in the back of his mind since the end of the movie.*

[[...You agreed with the war god.]] FakeProwl 11:40 pm In THIS context, yes. I don't think that humans are inherently all-destroying. FakeProwl 11:42 pm However, in a film in which it's presented as a fact to be accepted that humans are all-destroying, the correct action is to remove them so they cannot destroy everything else. The fact that they can love and can be loved does not negate this destructiveness, and is not a reason to spare them. It's merely a reason to mourn the latent potential for good in them that was overrun by the realized potential for evil. Magnum Ace 11:43 pm ((soundwave and prowl wanting more info on magnum's earth ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm ((he just wants to make sure it ain't unicron man)) [[You do not believe it can be overrun in the reverse direction?]] FakeProwl 11:44 pm The film did not present such an option. The choice the film presented was not "can or can not human destructiveness be prevented" but "humans ARE and will be destructive: should or should not they be spared anyway." Magnum Ace 11:45 pm ((true, still funny though ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm ((fair!))

[[And you think they should not.]] He picks up the edge of the shamwow and looks at the light beneath it. [[That is an unexpectedly high bar, for someone who opted to protect a mech like him tonight. Many civilizations he has encountered since the exodus would fail to clear it.]] FakeProwl 11:51 pm It's a fictional situation that presented only a binary option. The film did not present the possibility of improvement, or redemption. It did not ask whether they're worth saving if they can change. It did not suggest they can change. "This is how they are; there is no indication they will ever be anything else. Should they be spared anyway." That's all it asked. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm [[Then if a third option HAD been presented - that suggestion of change - you would not have sided with the war god?]] FakeProwl 11:54 pm ... It depends on how high the probability that they would actually be able to follow through with it. But there is at least a possibility I would not have. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:55 pm *He lets the shamwow fall back onto his chest.*

[[That is of some comfort.]] FakeProwl 11:56 pm ... What do you care? I thought you had no love of humans. Anyway. It's fiction. Magnum Ace 11:56 pm ((and thanks for the stream, but I need sleep, g'night! FakeProwl 11:56 pm ((gnight~)) Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm ((night!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am [[He doesn't. Not beyond a select few. And as you say, it is fiction. He does not know the human war god to be real.]]

[[But he knows that ours is, and that he and his fit into the humans' category. As do most others. What comforts him is the thought that you would not condemn us all.]] FakeProwl 12:01 am *moment of silence.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am *...Slow glance. He hadn't thought that so surprising, given his past.* FakeProwl 12:02 am ... If a war god came for Cybertron, I think I'd want to listen to his argument first. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am [[...You what.]]

*Soundwave's feeler loosens. He leans back some, not entirely convinced he heard that right.* FakeProwl 12:03 am *Very pointedly looking away from Soundwave.* FakeProwl 12:05 am What, are you surprised to hear that? After I've just said that I'd side against saving a species whose virtues do not outweigh its destructiveness? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am [[The -human- species. He didn't think you would--]] If his visor were off, his optics would be wide and his mouth open. That is, they are now too, but Prowl can't see it. [[You - are an Autobot. And a mech with a deep urge to protect others. You spent the war doing a job you loathed in the hopes of minimizing death.]] [[Why this, now? From you?]] *The feeler is slowly retracting.* FakeProwl 12:11 am BECAUSE I want to minimize death. FakeProwl 12:13 am It never got as bad in your universe, did it? In ours, we've committed genocide on so many planets that most mechs have lost count of them. And each one of those planets—each individual one—was full of more sentient lives than most people can fathom. Countless worlds with countless people. But I kept count of them. FakeProwl 12:14 am I spent most of the war seeing all those lives as... lesser, than Cybertronian. But they aren't. They never were. You would destroy Unicron without a second thought, wouldn't you? Because he's a world-eater. Because it's one of him versus all of the countless lives he'd swallow. We've eaten worlds, too. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:19 am [[Eating worlds is his purpose. It is what he was made to do. We are not - we are not of HIS metal. We may choose NOT to destroy. And there are timelines where this is so. You yourself said that we did not go to the extremes of your Cybertronians.]] FakeProwl 12:20 am And if the hypothetical war god were talking to me about YOUR Cybertron, I'd find his argument less compelling. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:21 am [[...But your world holds peace. It rebuilds. He hears it.]] FakeProwl 12:22 am The Golden Age held peace too. Which was why Nova Prime felt comfortable enough to sail off from Cybertron and try to conquer the rest of the universe. The Decepticons most quickly and efficiently exterminated lives when the Autobots were at their weakest, the war was at low ebb, and they had moments of relative peace they could use to progress with their genocide. If anything, a strong, healthy Cybertron at peace is more dangerous than a Cybertron at war with itself. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:34 am [[Then we -watch- it. We help to -guide- it, to rein it in if need be. We do not -terminate- it. Dead things do not grow or learn. Transformation is impossible.]]

[[We do not serve Unicron. To destroy your Cybertron and its inhabitants - Prowl, you cannot wish for that. You must not. It gives the Devourer what he seeks. It frees him to eat without fear of reprisal. More will be doomed than have ever been before.]] FakeProwl 12:39 am Cybertron has proven to be rather resistant to transformation and growth as well. And I care far less about one planet's personal growth than I do about the entire galaxy's overall safety. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:39 am [[He speaks of the galaxy's overall safety!]] FakeProwl 12:39 am ... But I'm not seeking Cybertron's destruction. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:40 am [[Perhaps, but you do not sound as though you would stop it.]] FakeProwl 12:43 am *grim smile.* As I said. I'd want to listen to the argument first. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:48 am [[...Then he hopes it will be a poor one, if that ever comes to pass. Or that he can counter it.]]

The alternative would break his spark.

[[Give him the numbers.]] FakeProwl 12:49 am ... You'll have to specify what of. *Prowl has a whole lot of numbers that are relevant to this conversation.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:49 am [[You said you kept count. Of worlds and of the dead. Give him your counts.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 12:50 am [[It must be added to his map. He - needs to see it. To understand why.]] FakeProwl 12:57 am One hundred and twenty-one billion, seven hundred million lives. That's the closest we can estimate. The destruction is so vast we're only able to accurately round to the nearest hundred million. And those are just the worlds we know were populated by sentient species and were able to get an estimate of the number of sentient beings were on the world before their destruction. FakeProwl 12:59 am That doesn't count all the worlds the Decepticons annihilated before we ever reached them. FakeProwl 1:01 am We can't count the number of dead from planets where forts have already been built over the ashes. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:02 am *Soundwave's lights dim. Hard. He knew both sides had done worse than in his own timeline - FAR worse - but that...*

*How can he argue against numbers like those? How is he supposed to uphold his oath to protect their kind and the matching Cybertrons if Prowl's math includes something that big?* FakeProwl 1:05 am ... By my estimates, that number only accurately accounts for approximately fifteen percent of the Decepticons' kills. Potentially less than that. FakeProwl 1:09 am And that's only direct, intentional genocide—not species inadvertently caught in the crossfire. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:12 am [[No. There is no 'potentially'. He has heard of the phase sixers, of bombed planets, of entire species being led to pink alchemy plants.]]

[[We destroyed Junkion. We hurried the end of Velocitron. Both were quick and simple, and we did not have as many... tricks, as your factions. He refuses to believe it is as much as fifteen percent.]] FakeProwl 1:13 am Ah. Junkion. Us too. Shockwave did it, but half the time I get the credit. It was considered a minor battle. ... Two planets, huh? Three if you count Cybertron itself? ItsyBitsySpyers 1:14 am [[There were others. They took longer.]] [[But not as many.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 1:19 am [[...Still. He will not accept termination as a solution.]] *Shakes his helm again.* [[It is cheap. No facing what was done. No acting on errors that may still be corrected. And it is not what he has promised.]] FakeProwl 1:21 am I care less about Cybertron "facing what was done" than about ensuring it won't happen again. And I have no faith that they'll act to correct any errors. Cheap solutions work. ItsyBitsySpyers 1:25 am [[He seeks both.]]

Prowl's faith is not something Soundwave can change on the spot. He sees that much, and so, leaves that alone for now.

[[And working is not the same thing as being a good idea. He would know. You should, too.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 1:26 am [[At the moment, we are at an impasse. And he has much to think about. He... would put this subject aside, for now. Revisit it when there is something more to be said.]] FakeProwl 1:26 am *Huff.* I know. FakeProwl 1:36 am ... I'm sorry this isn't the type of thing you hoped to hear out of me. FakeProwl 1:41 am *When they had hashed out the rules on which they would base their relationship—had it been nearly a year ago, already?—Prowl had said that he did not anticipate any vast moral conflicts to arise between them—"but if any do, you know where I stand: by my convictions." So he'd said. And he thought now that, on some level, he must have known that this was the conviction he'd been preparing to stand by.* ItsyBitsySpyers 1:42 am [[...It isn't, no. It is... a line of thinking he abandoned a few years ago. One that may take you from him, if that hypothetical situation ever comes to pass. And something too bitter to have been meant for a spark like yours.]]

[[But he would not have wanted a lie.]] FakeProwl 1:46 am I know it might. ... But I'd far rather not have to stand on the opposite side of a battlefield from you. *... Still without looking at Soundwave, he reaches for... for his hand. His thigh. Anything.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:00 am *Soundwave looks down at his hands. Please, let him think of something. Some way to stop him having to test his adherence to his latest vow. An argument or example or plea capable of helping Prowl see that there are other paths and safeguarding Cybertron and its inhabitants a little longer. They've all lost enough as it is.*

[[He will stand with you on as many battlefields as he can... but he answers to Primus above all others. Do not forget that.]]

*He hesitates at first, wondering if giving Prowl access to some part of himself would be a betrayal of his beliefs. But Prowl has done nothing except admit to a thought Soundwave himself used to share, and there's still time to try and make sure it never progresses into something more real. And if he does eventually fail at that, then... at least he can have moments like these to look back on afterward.*

*So he turns his hand over and slides his fingers between Prowl's, curling them tight. Too tight, probably, and yet, not tight enough* FakeProwl 2:11 am I won't forget it. *Because if there ever does come a day when he finds he must take action, it's going to be the first thing he thinks of. He'd said that he would not compromise his convictions for the sake of a relationship; and he'd said he expected Soundwave to do no different.*

*Prowl squeezes back just as tightly.* ... Thank you for—for agreeing to disagree. On something like this. At least as long as it's hypothetical. ... I wasn't sure you would.

*He hadn't been sure he'd leave this conversation with his amicaship intact. He'd even had doubts he'd leave the conversation with his life intact. If there were to be anything that would make Soundwave turn on him...*

*He squeezes tighter. Not yet. Not tonight. He hadn't chosen wrong to confess. His trust hadn't been misplaced.* ItsyBitsySpyers 2:26 am *Correct. Soundwave was no different. Had Prowl given Soundwave reason to turn, he would almost certainly have been killed by now. Prowl wasn't the kind of person wise mechs let live long enough to form and enact disagreeable plans.*

[[Do not thank him for that.]] *He didn't want that kind of gratitude from Prowl. It would sting all the more if he had to change his mind someday.* [[Just... stay, while you can.]]

*Let that replace the comfort he didn't end up finding in their discussion after all. They would both need it tonight.* FakeProwl 2:29 am *Prowl turned, pressed his chevron against Soundwave's upper arm, wrapped his other arm around Soundwave's forearm.* As long as I can. ItsyBitsySpyers 2:31 am [[Good.]]

*He settled his other hand on the arm wrapped around his and, after another moment's thought, let his feeler curl a loop around Prowl's waist again.*

*Recharge won't come for a while, but he'll not have moved by the time it does.* FakeProwl 2:36 am *He twitches as the feeler wraps around him again, then holds Soundwave tighter still. He won't sleep; but he doesn't plan on budging until the very second he has to go.*

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