#Ping Tree System

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Drive Business Success with Premium Auto Insurance Leads

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The Importance of Quality Auto Insurance Leads

Understanding the Value of Premium Leads

The auto insurance market is saturated with providers vying for customers' attention. To stand out, businesses need to focus on acquiring premium leads—prospects who are actively seeking auto insurance and are ready to make a purchase decision. These high-intent leads can significantly reduce the time and effort spent on cold calling and chasing uninterested prospects.

The Impact on Conversion Rates

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Strategies to Acquire Premium Auto Insurance Leads

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Utilizing Multi-Channel Marketing

Diversifying your marketing efforts across multiple channels can increase your reach and visibility. Utilize digital marketing techniques such as search engine optimization (SEO), pay-per-click (PPC) advertising, social media marketing, and email campaigns. By maintaining a strong presence on various platforms, you can capture the attention of potential customers wherever they are.

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Partnering with complementary businesses can also help in acquiring premium auto insurance leads. For instance, collaborating with car dealerships, repair shops, or financial advisors can provide access to a pool of potential customers who are already in need of auto insurance services. These partnerships can create a steady stream of high-quality leads.

Maximizing the Value of Your Leads

Implementing a Robust Lead Management System

To fully capitalize on the best auto insurance leads, it’s essential to have a robust lead management system in place. This system should track and manage leads throughout the sales funnel, ensuring that no opportunity is missed. Automated follow-ups, personalized communication, and detailed analytics can help in nurturing leads and converting them into loyal customers.

Training and Empowering Your Sales Team

A well-trained sales team is crucial for effectively handling premium auto insurance leads. Continuous training programs should focus on improving communication skills, product knowledge, and customer relationship management. Empower your team with the tools and resources they need to succeed, such as CRM software and sales automation tools.

Personalizing the Customer Experience

In today's market, personalization is key to winning over customers. Use the data collected from your leads to offer personalized solutions that meet their specific needs. Tailored quotes, customized policy options, and targeted marketing messages can enhance the customer experience and increase the likelihood of conversion.

Measuring Success and Adjusting Strategies

Analyzing Key Performance Indicators (KPIs)

Regularly analyze KPIs such as conversion rates, cost per lead, and customer acquisition costs to measure the success of your lead generation efforts. These metrics can provide valuable insights into the effectiveness of your strategies and highlight areas for improvement.

Adjusting Your Approach

The auto insurance market is dynamic, and consumer preferences can change rapidly. Stay agile by continuously reviewing and adjusting your lead generation strategies based on the latest market trends and customer feedback. This proactive approach ensures that you remain competitive and continue to attract the best auto insurance leads.

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in case anyone is struggling with deciding who they want to vote for in the RTVStan/RTVS Nation/RTVSia/RTVS Topia/RTVS Topia-Ville presidential election, i have compiled a list:

Log

Representing the Ethernet Party: “A people with 5 ping to the main server is a people that prospers.”

Will change the name to RTVS Nation

Comic books are a part of the platform

Everybody gets a free moat

Eyes that are twice as big for everyone that wants them

Offload cost to Wifi users

Working on a battery charged snack

Hypnotist is a protected class

Robloxia war veteran

Defenses are proven

Will take your ants and import more

Endorsed by: Soulja Boy, Ken Masters, Stitch 

Signature move when President: Snake Trick (no weaknesses)

Punishment for other candidates: Follow him out & about like an RPG party

Mike

Representing the Sweets & Treats Party: “I was just outside eating a sandwich.”

Orange creamsicles will be available in every store

Free Steam Deck for every American citizen

Will lower tariffs and imports on all types of sweets and treats from Canada, while raising tariffs on everything else

Most important snack is Wasabi Peas

Not very good against zoners

Why are ants so bad?

Endorsed by: 2 (anonymous), Trap Snax

Signature gimmick when President: Whenever he eats a yummy piece of candy he gets an install, which gets its own theme

Special move when President: A cool punch like Marissa from Street Fighter 6

Punishment for other candidates: Have to reach into a bin of Bean Boozled that's 90% gross ones and eat it in public in front of cameras and the press. After, push into the alligator moat. Also, Mira’s idea

Mira

Representing the Drinks & Eats party: “I was rooting around in a dumpster out back.”

Will change the name to RTVSia

One of every food and drink, free of charge

Will develop a chemical compound called “Ketracel White,” will genetically engineer ants to be dependent on it 

Endorsed by: IceFrog, Yoshi, Yoshi (from Mario), baby Yoshi (might be one and the same), Chun Lee

Signature move(s) when President: Level up system (up to 3), if she gets knocked down she loses a charge of it, gets it when she does some power up move (or something), negative edge inputs (landmine, fireball, that one thing Bison does in Street Fighter 5), install where she gets a command grab, 8-way air dash, guard impact, levels reset between rounds, invincible super (can do it on wakeup)

Punishment for other candidates: Detractors rounded up and taken into woods where they are given a knife, camera, and laptop to make a Youtube channel of them living in the woods (Ethernet in the trees)

Trog

Representing the People’s Choice Freedom Integrity Liberty Justice Prosperity Sovereign Citizen’s Ethical Governance Democratic Renewal Global Sustainability Citizens for Unity (may be part of the Lego Star Wars Party): “We’re all part of God’s nation in my eyes.”

All breakfast restaurants have to be open for lunch & dinner in addition to breakfast

THEY HAVE TO GIVE YOU A LARGE WATER WHEN YOU ASK FOR IT

Desegregate PornHub and GayTube

Everybody gets a free castle

Immediately cease all snack exports 

Will start war with Canada

Will mail a bomb if you want him to

Will double your ants and give them to the next guy OR will turn them all into 1 big ant

New category on PornHub for ants

Will build death robots and a spaceship

Will be inventing gorgons, griffins, vampires, Frankenstiens, zombies, mummies, insects, gorgon ants (small)

Endorsed by: The Sims, Captain Video, Half Life 2: Lost Coast (demo), Tobuscus

Super move when President: 1 Sphinx on every tile surrounding, +1 food, +1 culture (if next to a river, +2 food, +2 culture instead)

Theme song: Steppin’ Out by Joe Jackson

Punishment for other candidates: All other candidates have to do an embarrassing pose and gaze into Medusa’s eyes, which will turn them into stone. The statues will be put in front of the White House, where during a nation-wide celebration they will be knocked down with a wrecking ball/individually destroyed with dirty bombs

Wayneradiotv/Wayne John 

Representing the California Milk Processors Board: “Enjoy DOGh.”

Every gallon of milk will have $2,000 in it

Free PornHub premium

Any dairy product you want whenever you want it

Will attract more ants

Will rename it to Milk Nation

Pig milk Iron Fist

Endorsed by: Britney Spears, Beyonce, Rhianna, Serena Williams, Venus Williams, Shaquille O’Neal, Harrison Ford (all branded with Permanent Milk Mustache & committed their eternal lives), Batman, Mario, Spongebob

Signature move when President: Cow army that walks on their hind legs and shoot milk as projectiles

Punishment for other candidates: Mulched into feed for his cows

Things you need to rememer for the ONLY ELECTION THAT MATTERS!!!!

[callsign-mayhem]

sundress

Part one of my Heartbreak Feels So Good sequel series!

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Female!Reader Word count: 3.1k CW: Use of Y/N

Find the original series here!

It's been a week since you and Bradley confessed your feelings to each other on the beach. After an impromptu first date, Bradley takes you to a new Italian place on the seafront to wine and dine you like a true gentleman.

Natasha Trace was rarely wrong.

You stood in front of your full-length mirror, admiring your reflection—not just looking at it, but admiring it. 

You weren’t a vain person. It simply wasn’t in your nature. But something about this yellow dress—the one you were going to wear for Jake’s leaving drinks—made you feel confident. It had been so long since you’d felt this way that you’d almost forgotten what it was like. Maybe the dress had magical powers, or maybe yellow was just your colour. Either way, you were relieved to feel like someone worthy of dinner and drinks with Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. Nothing was worse than going on a date and feeling like you were punching above your weight. 

You had Nat to thank for this. She’d warned you off of wearing it for Jake’s leaving drinks the Friday before because she thought it better saved for a more special occasion. The white dress had walked so this one could run, and now there was no reason to stress about finding an outfit on the day of your first date. 

If you wanted to get technical, it was your second date with Bradley, but he didn’t class last Friday night as a date. You did, though. You were highly sentimental, and that night was more special to you because it was silly and spontaneous. Bradley thought it ungentlemanly, but it felt like something from a romance novel to you. 

After your confession and makeout session on the beach, you’d practically begged him to take you out for food since he wanted to do things properly. As a man of his word, you knew he wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t go home with you unless he’d had a meal with you first. As a way of cheating his system, you’d convinced him to take you to In-N-Out, and he’d agreed as long as you promised you’d do things by the book the following week. 

So he’d ordered an Uber, and when you arrived at the restaurant, you ordered more food than should have been allowed. You picked a booth in the window, and the two of you sat there until most of the food was gone, and you were both relatively sober. Bradley’s phone was dead, but the Daggers had been blowing yours up for two hours until you eventually had to answer. Neither of you wanted to reveal that you were technically on a date. Something about keeping it between the two of you made it feel more special and less pressurised, so you made up a lie and said Bradley had been sick and you’d taken him home before heading back to your apartment. You'd promised Jake you’d see him off Sunday morning and promptly turned your phone off. 

After that, you’d sat in the booth talking until closing time, enjoying getting to know each other all over again. Because you’d sobered up, neither of you wanted to rush each other into bed anymore. You liked the idea of taking things slow, savouring every little moment, and doing things as Bradley had initially wanted. But neither of you regretted your impromptu first date. 

Your phone pinged on your bedside, and you almost tripped over your feet in your haste to get to it. It was Bradley letting you know that he was leaving his and would be with you shortly. You were simply too excited to wait, so you grabbed your bag and hurried out the door. 

It was a gorgeous evening, typical of San Diego. Sunlight cascaded down through the trees surrounding your apartment block, creating intricate patterns on the pavement. Birds circled lackadaisically above, in no hurry to get to any particular destination. A group of teens whizzed down the road on brightly coloured rollerskates, laughing carelessly. It was crazy to think you weren’t sure about settling here initially. Now, you couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.

Bradley Bradshaw definitely had something to do with that. 

You heard the Bronco before you saw it. The low rumble of its engine was exciting and comforting, as was the man driving it. You could see him grinning as he pulled in, cheeks flushed from the heat of the evening. Before you could hurry over and open the passenger side door, he jumped out of the car to do it for you. He admired your sundress, shamelessly wolf-whistling as you walked over.

‘You look dazzling, Y/N.’ He said by way of greeting.

When you reached him, you stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He wore tan dress pants, a brown belt, and a crisp blue shirt. The first three buttons had been left undone, teasing the top of his Herculean chest. He’d rolled his sleeves up also, revealing his deliciously veiny forearms. 

Bradley Bradshaw was a well-wrapped gift, especially for you.

‘Thank you,’ you replied. ‘So do you.’ 

He grinned. ‘Our server’s gonna have to wear sunglasses.’

You laughed delightedly. ‘And everyone else in the restaurant, if you keep smiling like that.’ 

He helped you into the Bronco, buckling your seatbelt like he did the day of your breakup. It was a terrible day, but he’d made it better, as was his superpower.

During your drive to the restaurant, the two of you sang along to 80s classics—Karma Chameleon by Culture Club and Foriegner’s I Wanna Know What Love Is. Bradley made you feel comfortable enough that you weren’t embarrassed by your singing voice despite his sounding angelic. You were too overjoyed to be self-conscious, a clear signpost to Bradley being the one for you. With Elijah, you were always hyperaware of the way you came across. You overthought your appearance, the words you said, and even the tone of voice you said them in. And it wasn’t just because you wanted to control how he perceived you—it was because you had to be careful not to make him angry. 

Where being with Elijah exhausted you, being with Bradley breathed new life into your mind, body and soul. 

You arrived at the restaurant floating on cloud nine. He’d chosen a new Italian place right on the seafront. The interior was tasteful, and the views from the deck out back were worth dying for. As your server (who wasn’t wearing sunglasses yet) seated you, you silently hoped the menu was as well-cultivated as the place itself. You had the best seat right on the edge of the deck overlooking the ocean. Paired with your devilishly handsome date, it was already the perfect night, so if the food did end up being shit, you wouldn’t be too upset about it. 

‘Can I get you guys started with some drinks?’ The server asked with a smile.

‘Two Peronis with lime, please.’ Bradley responded, flashing her his movie star smile.

She disappeared to get your drinks, leaving the two of you alone. 

Bradley reached for your hand over the table, rubbing circles over your palm.

‘So,’ he said. ‘Our first date.’

‘Our first date was last week.’ You quipped. 

He smiled fondly, shaking his head. ‘That wasn’t a date.’

‘It was, and it was the best first date ever. I’ll die on this hill.’

‘Okay, fine, our first civilised date.’ 

Your drinks arrived, and you both busied yourself with the menu. You’d skipped lunch to ensure you had room for dinner tonight, and your stomach growled audibly. 

‘I’m going for the cannelloni.’ Bradley announced. 

‘I think I’m gonna get a pizza.’ You replied. ‘Shall we get garlic bread for the table?’

‘Is that even a question?’

After ordering your food, you chatted about work and your friends. You already knew each other’s histories—family and otherwise—on a friend level, at least. You were still discovering topics you’d never broached and details left out from stories already told. It was exciting getting to know one another again, not nerve-wracking at all. You didn’t feel like a fish out of water as you had with Elijah. 

The food arrived and was just as delicious as you’d hoped, if not more so. You ordered a glass of red wine and Bradley another Peroni. Since he was driving you home, you didn’t intend to drink any more. The waitress brought your drinks over, blocking your view of the double doors leading into the restaurant. You completely missed another server seating Penny and Maverick a few tables over. They spotted you before you were even aware of their presence. 

‘Is that Lieutenant Y/LN?’ Pete whispered. ‘With Bradley?’

Penny glanced at the two of you, eyebrow raised. ‘It is. They look like they’re on a date.’

Pete blinked in shock. ‘He didn’t tell me he was dating Y/N. He didn’t tell me he was dating anyone.’ 

‘He doesn’t have to tell you everything, honey.’

‘I know, but this is big.’ 

He had to admit, it was hurtful to find out something like this in such a manner. He and Bradley had only been getting closer since they arrived home from the mission that had ultimately saved their relationship. Pete would have thought he might have mentioned that he was seeing someone, especially since it was a Lieutenant under his command. 

‘From what I’ve heard, she’s only just gotten out of a relationship, which would mean that whatever’s going on between them is quite new.’ Penny pointed out, ever the voice of reason. ‘Maybe they’re not ready to share just yet.’ 

‘Maybe.’ Pete replied, frowning deeply. ‘Should we go over there?’

‘No.’ Penny hissed. ‘Did you listen to a word I just said? If they wanted us to know, they’d have told us. I’m sure the last thing they need is us ambushing them on what looks to be their first date.’

‘So we just sit here and pretend we haven’t seen them?’

‘Yes.’

You and Bradley were unaware of the conversation happening not ten feet away. You were too wrapped up in one another and the food in front of you to pay any mind to your surroundings, which was probably for the best. You’d agreed to keep things private for now, and it was working out quite well so far. Not having your friends involved alleviated some pressure to figure out precisely what was happening between you and where it was going; you could set the pace without any interference or judgement. Not to mention the thrill the two of you got from sneaking around and keeping such a massive secret from the rest of the Daggers. 

‘Are we ordering dessert?’ Bradley asked once you were finished with your meals.

‘Is that even a question?’ You mimicked with a grin.

‘Touché.’

You stood up. ‘I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Order for me?’

Bradley took the opportunity to admire your full form again. ‘What would you like?’

You refrained from saying 'you.' ‘Surprise me.’

You waltzed off to the bathroom—with a bit of extra sway of your hips for Bradley’s benefit. You couldn’t believe how well tonight was going. During your tumultuous relationship with Elijah, you’d promised yourself that if things didn’t work out between you, you would never date again. Why would you want to when it had proved to be such a monumental waste of time? But then Bradley had swooped in, and now you could reflect upon how wrong you’d been. There was a reason things hadn’t worked out between you and Elijah, and it wasn’t just because he was a massive twat. It was because you were never supposed to settle with him. Maybe it was too soon to say, but you wanted to believe that you weren’t supposed to settle with him because you were supposed to settle with Bradley. 

You exited the bathroom—which was just as showy as the restaurant itself—and headed back onto the deck. The later it got, the more people had arrived, and now only a few tables were free. You were wondering whether to text Natasha and ask if she wanted to come here for cocktails next weekend when you locked eyes with Captain Mitchell. He quickly glanced down at his dinner, clearly hoping you hadn’t clocked that it was him, and you hurried back to your table. 

‘Hey, sweet thing. I ordered you-’

‘Mav is here.’ You panicked, sliding back into your seat.

‘What?’ Bradley started looking around. 

‘On a date with Penny. Three tables to the right, just behind that lady with the big hair.’ 

Bradley leaned back so he could see past the big hair in question. ‘Well, shit.’ 

‘Guess the cat’s out of the bag.’ 

‘I’m gonna talk to him,’ Bradley announced. ‘Tell him not to say anything to the rest of the squad.’

‘Do you think he would?’

‘Not to be a gossip, but he might mention it thinking everyone else already knows.’

You nodded. ‘That makes sense.’

He leaned down and kissed your cheek. ‘I’ll be right back.’ 

Bradley couldn’t believe it. Of all the nights Mav could’ve taken Penny on a date, he chose tonight. At this very restaurant, no less. When they saw Bradley approaching their table, they were surprised to see him. If Bradley weren’t so good at reading between the lines, he’d have believed they had no idea he’d been sitting three tables away from them.

‘Bradley!’ Penny gushed. ‘You look handsome.’

‘Thank you, Pen.’ He smiled. ‘You look lovely as always.’

Maverick stood up, took Bradley’s hand, and hugged him. The short kind—the bro kind—involved a slap on the back. 

‘Nice to see you.’ Mav said. 

‘I saw you this morning.’ Bradley pointed out.

‘Is that Lieutenant Y/LN?’ Maverick asked coyly, glancing at you sitting alone. ‘I didn’t know the two of you were dating. Why didn’t you tell me?’

Penny glared at Mav, making Bradley think they’d discussed Maverick not saying exactly what he’d just said. 

‘We haven’t told anyone yet. This is our first date, and we kinda just wanna keep it on the down low for now.’

The look Penny shot Mav this time said: I told you so.

‘Y/N just got out of a pretty shitty relationship, so we’re taking things slow.’

Bradley didn’t know why he was telling Mav all this. He was rambling, trying to hide the awkwardness of the situation. 

‘Well, your secret’s safe with me.’ Mav assured him.

Bradley relaxed. ‘Thanks, Mav.’ 

‘You got a good one there, Rooster.’ Penny said. ‘Take care of her.’

‘I will, Pen. You don’t have to worry about that.’

They said their goodbyes, and Bradley headed back to you. The dessert had arrived: a large slice of tiramisu to share. You had been waiting patiently for him to return before digging in, a shiny silver spoon already in hand. 

‘He’s not going to say anything.’ Bradley said, sliding back into his seat. 

‘Whew. That’s a relief.’

He nodded. ‘But I think he was upset that I didn’t tell him about us.’

You frowned. ‘Did you tell him that we aren’t ready to go public? That this is-’

‘New? Yes.’ Bradley finished. 

‘Maybe we could do a double date soon?’ You proposed. ‘It might help make Mav feel a little more included, and it’d be good to get to know him better since you’re so close.’

Bradley brightened at the suggestion. ‘You’d do that?’

‘Of course I would.’ You replied earnestly. ‘And I’m not just suggesting it to make him feel better. I actually think it sounds nice.’

‘You’re amazing, you know that?’

‘Yes, I do.’ You smirked, digging into the tasty-looking tiramisu.

Bradley refused to let you pay half of dinner. You vowed to make him let you pay for something sometime soon, even though you knew it would be difficult. He was a true gentleman through and through. 

You spent the whole drive back to your apartment wondering whether to invite Bradley to come up with you and what it would mean if you did. You didn’t even know what you’d be insinuating if you did invite him up, let alone how he’d take it. Were you ready to sleep with him? Was he ready for that? By the time he pulled into your lot, you were steadily developing a stress headache. 

He parked the Bronco right in front of the doors leading into your foyer, so you wouldn’t have to walk that far.

He reached the centre console and took your hand, and you turned to face him.

‘Since we’re doing this properly,’ he started. ‘I’m not coming up with you.’

You looked down, blush creeping across your cheeks. Had he been reading your mind? In the moment of silence that followed Bradley’s declaration, your brain tried to ruin the fantastic night you’d had with self-deprecating thoughts. Briefly, your thoughts wandered back to the second half of your relationship with Elijah and how little sex you’d had, the fact that when you did have sex, it was always about him. It never even crossed his mind to go down on you, and you had to hope you finished before him because once he was done, it was always game over. 

Bradley put a finger on your chin, tilting your head up so he could see your face. 

‘What’s wrong, sweetness?’

‘Nothing.’ 

‘Where’d you go just then?’ He pressed. 

‘If you don’t want to be with me like that, it’s okay.’ You told him honestly. 

His expression went from shock to anger and then hurt in the space of two seconds. 

‘Why wouldn’t I?’

‘I don’t know.’ You murmured. 

You tried to look away, but he kept his fingers on your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

‘Listen to me. I want to be with you more than anything.’ He told you truthfully. ‘But I think we should go slow. I want to make sure we take things at the right pace.’

‘There’s no rushing something you want to last forever.’ You repeated from that night on the beach. 

‘Exactly that.’

You leaned over and kissed him slowly and sweetly in the spirit of not rushing things. There was no urgency, just passion. Now he’d reassured you, you knew he was right. You weren’t ready to take the next step yet, and savouring the build-up was good. For all you knew, all these first times with Bradley might be your last. 

‘I’ll walk you to the door.’ Bradley mumbled against your lips.

‘Are you sure you’re going to be able to resist coming up?’

His eyes darkened, and for a moment, you thought he might change his mind about not spending the night. ‘I can wait. You’re worth it.’ He said. ‘But one of these days, I want you to wear that sundress for me again.’

‘Why?’ You whispered.

‘Because I think it’s going to look so good on my bedroom floor.’

A/N: I've finally gotten around to writing the first part of my sequel series to Heartbreak Feels So Good. This one's short and sweet, but I'll be writing some longer parts as the series goes on. If anyone has any suggestions or requests for moments they'd like to see in future parts, please let me know! Also, let me know if you'd like to be removed/added to the taglist for this series.

Taglist:

@crowdedimagines

@sadgirlgiselle

@sleepy-writersblock

@lovelyygirl8

@my-therapist-hates-me

@primroseluna

@eloquentdreamer

@sgt-barnesveins

@daybleedsintonightfa11

[tinydefector]

IRON GIANT 2

Optimus prime x human

Warnings: none.

Word count: 2.3k

Is this becoming one of my favourite pieces? Yes, it is. So enjoy more of the dadimus agender.

Optimus prime Masterlist

1

111

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It's nearly a week later when the sound of little footsteps echo through the forest again. Optimus had taken to using the cave as a sanctuary, he was away from people, war and causing anymore harm; it was his peaceful spot to coexist with the life of earth. He had taken to watching his step a lot more. 

"Oppy!, Oppy!" The voice of the child calls out in the forest from different areas of the small meadow. Optimus onlined his optics slowly as familiar foot fall neared, accompanied by an eager call he had not expected to hear again so soon. Unfurling from his rest against the cave wall, he peered out into the dappled forest light just in time to see the youngling break into the clearing, they continued calling out. 

"Here, little spark," he rumbled gently, not wishing to startle. His chassis gave a rumble of quiet amusement as they raced over to grasp a digit in childish enthusiasm, peering up at him through delicate facial features wrought only for joy and new discovery. 

"Oppy! I knew I'd find you!" they declared proudly, patting his hand. Pars working, I come to play! You wanna see berris? I picked pretty colours for you!" Bright optics shone with innocent invitation, as if this massive metal being was not so different from the little one smiling up at him. 

Settling back with a faint creak, Optimus regarded them fondly. "I would be honoured to see your findings, little one." The child slowly rummages through their pockets pulling out crumpled flowers, berries, rocks and dirt, eagerly showing it to the Large bot who's hand they sit on. "Oh look, look! I drew this for you!" They exclaimed as they pulled out a drawing. It's a crude yet adorable child drawing of Optimus. "It's You!" They state proudly.

Optimus gingerly accepted the well-worn offering, optics crinkling with gentle humour and affection as he examined the unmistakably drawing of himself, however simplified.

"You have quite the artistic talent, little spark," he rumbled warmly, carefully stowing the drawing within his chassis to keep safe. "I shall treasure this." 

As they continued showing findings, however, his sensors pinged softly, noting the absence of their guardian. Brightening optics subtly scanned the trees, playing drones searching for any signs of the guardian... but none appeared. 

A faint thread of concern wove through his field. "Little one, where did you leave your carrier today?" he asked gently after a moment. "Oh, oh! Pars at home. Just the other side of the meadow!," another toothy grin spreads across their face. 

Optimus is more worried about the young child wandering off without their guardians knowledge, he slowly walks out into the sunlight with them in his hand. anxiety rising though his systems. They were too young yet to wander so freely alone in the forest unguided. 

Stepping carefully out into the dappled sunlight, he turned optics down to them and rumbled in his gentlest tones, "It is not safe for you to wander away from their carrier's care, little one. What if you stumbled upon dangers I was not near to help?." His voice is ever soft as he talks to them.  Shifting his hand, he lifted them up to optic level and tapped their tiny nose softly with a digit. "Let us return you home swiftly, less your guardian finds you missing." striding with utmost care and speed towards where he remembered the meadow lay. 

A set of eyes flicker up as they hear their loud steps, the crunching of branches and the loud voice of their child. They look up from working in a garden, planting vegetables. They look up worried for a second before seeing their child with the large red and blue robot. "Baby I told you, no going into the meadows without me!" They call out as they stand and begin walking towards Optimus. They are covered in a mix of soil, mulch and fertiliser. 

Optimus bowed his helm apologetically as the youngling's carrier approached with concern clear upon their features. Stopping a respectful distance away, he carefully lowered his hand and helped the little one slide to the ground between them. 

"Your child came to my shelter with gifts of drawings, yet when seeking their guardian’s presence I discovered them wandering alone and brought them swiftly back." He explains. 

They slowly check their child as they pull their cheek lightly. "No wandering without me baby, I mean it, what would have happened if Optimus wasn't there and you got hurt?" They ask the child. The little one just smiles at them without a care or worry. "Thank you Optimus, sorry they seem to have a skill with disappearing and finding trouble" they state with a sigh.

Optimus vented quietly, field radiating amusement. "No apology is needed," he rumbled gently. Turning down to the child now regarding him with less enthusiasm, he continued in a rumble barely louder than a murmur but meant only for young audials, "Your carrier speaks wisdom, little one. These forests hold wonders, but also perils for ones as small as you. Promise you'll not stray from home again, hmm?."

Rising once more to his full height, though still kneeling, he paused watching them together, there was something about this that made his spark ache. "Go have a bath bub" they state to their child giving them a quick kiss to the forehead. “ahhh par you are stinky!” They squeal and take off running into the house. "Bath!, bath!, bath!" They yell in excitement. It makes their parent sigh with a shake of their head. "Don't use all the Hot water!" They yell out.

Optimus' optics crinkled with gentle amusement as the child raced off squealing. his plating shifted in a subtle shrug. "Younglings possess a boundless energy and curiosity it appears," he rumbled. 

They slowly try wiping dirt off their face. "Can I get you anything, I'm not sure if you eat or drink but is there anything I can get you?"

"You know you don't have to stay in that cave, you're more than welcome to stay in the barn if you wish" they hum with a smile. For a moment Optimus was surprised by the thoughtful offer, not used to such easy generosity. His optics softened earnestly even as his sensors subtly noted details of the little homestead and its assorted life - taking in the moment watching the small farmhouse and barn, a small collection of many animals linger on the property.

"You are too kind," he rumbled gratefully. Although space within his plating felt... empty, lately, in ways repair and recharge did not mend. He lingers watching as They head inside, helping their child wash up. “ You know one of these days you're gonna get yourself in real trouble you know that kiddo” They huff as they scrub their back. Small giggles leave the child as they throw bubbles back. “But Oppy was out there I wanted to say hi!” They state. 

“and what would happen if he wasn't there, baby. You could have gotten hurt” they sigh. Slowly drying their kid off before letting them race around the house. Making dinner and getting them set for the night is a chore in itself. It's only when the phone rings do they let out a tired sigh, answering it. 

 "Yea, yea I can do that Murphy, I'll be in, in 30 just let me get dressed and put my kid to bed" they state. After the phone call they move around getting dressed quickly. "Baby I've gotta go to work, remember the rules about what to do if I'm not home?" They ask the child. "Mmhmm! I stay inside, lock the doors, don't answer for anyone but you, Par! Can Oppy stay and watch me please?" the little one asks with the biggest pleading eyes, still towelling off damp hair. "Please par? I promise to be good, and not wander, if Oppy watches till your home?" 

"I will ask him but you need to go to bed soon it's getting late" they state while pressing another kiss to their forehead. They are quickly out the door. "Sorry I've got to go to work, would you mind just watching them to make sure they don't wander" they ask softly to Optimus. As they head out to their car. 

"It is no trouble," he rumbled gently, bowing his massive helm in easy acceptance. Settling just outside where his pedes would not disturb soil, Optimus' optics dimmed in contentment as he slowly sank to sit beside the house. "Oppy, watch a movie?" They ask while moving the TV so Optimus can watch through the window. 

his optics flicker gently toward the tiny gaze regarding him through the transparent barrier. "As you wish, little one," he rumbled softly, dipping his chin in a nod. Adjusting his massive bulk carefully so as not to shake the dwelling's foundation, he folded his pedes aside and rested intake against powerful arms, 

 The starting of the movie, excitedly showing him the Iron Giant. “Look look its you!” they say excitedly while pointing to the metal man on screen. " He comes from space just like you!" They state excitedly. Orion's optics brightened keenly as the child excitedly guided his attention to images upon the screen, quickly parsing scenarios and recognizing similarities between fictional depiction and aspects of his own frame and past. 

"Fascinating," he rumbled softly. Looking down with a gentle tilt of helm to meet shining eyes gazing up at him in awe, his field pulsed with warmth. "It would seem he and i are in similar situations." 

Turning audio receptors attentively back to the story unfolding, great hands carefully gathered tiny one closer within his palm, sheltering them in one massive digit as together they watched adventures of the unlikely bond between alien visitor and human child unfold. 

As the movie plays on they continue explaining things to Optimus. The large bot focuses in as the movie shows a little boy saving the large bot from a power plant and how their friendship slowly evolves. It makes him see the parallel with his own situation. As it gets to the scene with the Deer, it makes Optimus' spark ache, remembering what had happened only a week ago when he had stepped on a deer. “ Ah I see why you refer to me as the Iron Giant” he states ever so softly.  Within some time the child is asleep on the couch. Optimus can feel the rain clouds rolling in and decides it's time to retreat into the barn for the night. Transforming down into his alt mode, systems powered down into minimal low-energy mode as the rains began. The little one had drifted into recharge as intended, and his duty for now was fulfilled.

It's a peaceful night until the thunder starts. Cries break through the air. Setting Optimus fuel lines a blaze with true terror hearing the child crying out.

Optimus systems roared instantly back to full alert status at the first crack of thunder and subsequent crying, Transforming smoothly and silently into root mode once more, he began querying sensors for signs of harm - but quickly pinpointed the source as the small one rightfully frightened by nature's fury. The small patterns of foot fall along the wet ground echo's as they run into the barn, meeting his blue optics in fear. 

 "Little one, it is alright. Its only the sky." Holding out palm upturned, 

"It's scary, it's after me!" They cry out.A pang of sorrow shot through Optimus core at the terror in those tiny words, and he responded without pause - tiny arms had barely reached him before he folded massive digits as gently as his construction allowed around them, lifting and tucking them close to his broad chestplate in a cradling hold.

"Shh, little one," he murmured, the steadfast thrum of his own mighty spark resonating against their frame. "The thunder cannot harm you, I promise." he leaned carefully back against the barn walls, free hand coming up to form a shelter around them as the storm raged on outside. "Listen to my sparkbeat," he whispered through the noise, They pull their stuffy and blanket closer. Pressing themself into Optimus’ chest flinching every time the loud thunder echoes in the distance. Snuggling closer to him hoping he will chase away the monster in the storm.

Optimus core ached anew at each flinch of tiny form against his own, Curving lithe digits ever-so-carefully around the little one and their favoured possessions, he cradled them close as any carrier would. 

 "Listen to my pulse, little spark," he murmured softly between cracks above, voice a low, calm anchor in the chaos. "No monster dares face a Prime. I have you." Dipping his helm, Optimus brushed a tender kiss of metal against their head, They eventually fell back asleep snuggled against his form. He powers back down. Locking his systems so that no harm would come to them by him moving in recharge.

When dawn's light broke anew over gentle fields, his core pulsed gratitude for the reminder that life went ever on, even in darkness' wake. And as tiny optics fluttered open to his calm regard once more, he knew true purpose and solace would await wherever innocence required shelter and guardians stood watch.

It's very early morning when they finally arrive home, drained as the head towards the door keys in hand. When they go to open the door only to discover it's unlocked. Cold fear runs through their veins, they move towards the barn with speed. Optimus systems powered alertly at the barn door's opening, yet he remained as still as possible, not wishing to disturb the little one's recharge. Lifting weary optics, A digit raised gently to his intake. “shhhh” he calls out softly. 

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PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI yk all that jazz, mature language, younghoon being stupid, one bed trope 🙀, jacob is shirtless….. that deserves its own warning tbh, reader also is topless at one point but not for the same reason, reader is down bad for cobie, dry humping ig idk if it really counts but i’m including it anyway, this is kinda tame tbh but,,, the tension is there i swear!!

SUMMARY you swore you would never make any physical contact with jacob bae ever again to protect your heart. what the hell are you supposed to do now that you’re sharing a room?

MORE HELLO!!! she is finished 😼 finished her up in a day im impressed with myself ANNSNW ANYWAYS this is a request from my 100 followers event! thank u again moni (@zzoguri) bae i hope u enjoy this 🫶🫶 prompts used are: 10, 12, 13 <3

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You know, you weren’t entirely expecting yourself to fall for Jacob Bae.

To be fair, it was very hard not to. From his infectious smile, to his genuineness, he was honestly the complete package. Even before you became friends, it was difficult to not fawn over the guy. You would see him across campus every now and then, laughing along with his friends or something of that nature, and you always felt a tiny ping in your heart.

Then came Eric Sohn and Kim Sunwoo’s annual back to school pool party.

Naturally, parties were the bane of your existence. You could never fully enjoy yourself, what with the clusters of people in one house and the strong scents of both alcohol and weed. However, one of your gal pals managed to convince you to tag along just to say you’d been to one of the infamous parties.

That was your first mistake.

Two hours into your eventual demise, you found yourself swishing around the contents of your red solo cup on the backyard patio, your friends having long disappeared. You were bored out of your mind with no one to talk to and now a near empty drink. A creak of the wooden boards behind you had you spinning around so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jacob Bae gives you a smile, stifling a laugh when you almost spill the last couple sips of your beverage. He sits himself beside you, sighing in either content or relief— to this day you’re still not sure.

“Hi, I’m Jacob,” he extends a hand towards you. “I saw you sitting out here and thought I’d introduce myself.”

Just like they say in the movies, the moment your skin comes into contact with his, there’s sparks. It’s like a jolt of electricity is running along your arm through your nervous system, shocking your brain. From that moment on, you made it a personal mission to never touch him again, out of fear it would happen every single time and you might do something extremely stupid.

Now here you are, ten months later and still just as whipped as you were day one.

Your friends dragged you on a little road-trip just to get away for a bit at the start of the summer. You were nervous thanks to the fact that a wheel spinner decided roommates and you got stuck with Jacob. If anyone asked, you’d say you were pretty good at pretending like you weren’t hopelessly in love with your friend. You looked at him normally, rather than with the want to rip his clothes off and go at it like bunnies.

“Jacob and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S— ow!” Younghoon rubs his arm where you’d just smacked him, pouting at you. “That hurt, what the fuck?”

“That was the point, bozo.” You roll your eyes, watching Jacob swimming around in the hotel pool. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them. How could someone make something so simple look so attractive?

Tonight would be a true test of faith, the ultimate challenge of whether or not you could truly resist Jacob Bae’s charms. Even if you’d stayed in the same house or same general vicinity, you always managed to dodge sharing a room. There were the few occasions you slept over at his and Sangyeon’s shared apartment, along with everyone else in your friend group. They’d both offered up their rooms for whoever wanted to bunk with them for the night since there wasn’t much room on the couches. You always picked the couch.

But there were no separate rooms keeping you apart this time. There was no couch. Just two beds and a couple feet between them. Oh God. You would be changing in the same room. Jacob Bae would be naked within your reach.

You blink away the thoughts creeping up from the back of your mind. You couldn’t have that mindset sharing a room with him. Couldn’t that be classified as immoral? Disrespectful? Your brain had to stay pure or you might not survive this trip at all.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Younghoon asks with an amused lilt to his voice. You give him a nasty side eye in return.

“I might as well have. I hope I keel over and die right now so I can join them.” You huff, your head bobbing up and down as you talk thanks to your knees under your chin.

Younghoon snorts, standing to shake his hair like a dog would after a bath. “You’ll be fine, dude. It’s not that serious honestly. Just think of this as, um, a team bonding exercise.”

“You’re a fucking clown.”

After about another hour of swimming, playing chicken, and other pool activities of that sort, the boys decide to call it a night. Thankfully so, because you had a long day of sightseeing ahead of you tomorrow. You gather your things and part ways for your respective rooms. Some were on different floors than others; you and Jacob’s for example was on the top floor. You don’t know why, but the guys were insistent on swimming first, prior to checking out your rooms.

You waddle behind him like a lost puppy, following him to the elevator. The whole ride up is silent save for the soft lo-fi beat playing over the speakers. Jacob is still very shirtless, a towel tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. What was its purpose? Couldn’t tell you since there were still droplets of water decorating his back.

Good Lord, you needed to stop staring at him, lest you wanted to go into cardiac arrest.

Your feet padding against the carpeted flooring of the hallway is the only thing you can hear all the way to your room. You even watch sheepishly as he pulls out the keycard and holds it to the sensor. It quickly flashes green and he pushes open the door.

You’re too preoccupied gawking at his back muscles again to notice he’s stopped in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He laughs that melodic laugh of his before turning around to steady you. You give him a weak smile in apology.

And then you see why he paused so abruptly.

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we do now?”

You sputter at how nonchalant he is about the situation. You glance back and forth from him to the bed and repeat, sweat forming on your palms. It was already going to be hard enough just sleeping in the same room, now you had to sleep in the same bed? You wouldn’t be surprised if you were found dead tomorrow morning.

“W-We can talk to someone at the front desk? Maybe we can get things sorted out and get a room with two beds instead?” You avoid eye contact.

“It’s too late for that. Besides, we did book these at the last minute, so they probably gave us whatever they had available.” He shrugs. His attitude is kind of pissing you off. How could he be so calm right now?

“Well— uh— um— maybe—“ Your words falter as you struggle to come up with a solution. Jacob’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

You make a sound similar to choking, your eyes widening as you process what the hell he just said. You keep blinking at him, mouth parted in astonishment? Shock? Surprise? Bewilderment? Did Jacob Bae really just say that to you?

When you don’t respond for a bit of time, he heads to the bathroom to presumably shower. You’re glued to your spot, unable to move or think. Your head felt like it was hollow, full of cotton. You had to be imagining that entire interaction. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even as the water in the bathroom floods your ears, you’re still dazed. You drag yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. You were going insane. That was the logical explanation. Your feelings for Jacob had been stuffed away for so long that you were starting to hallucinate.

Yeah, that’s what you were going with.

You were much too delusional to handle seeing him come out of the bathroom, so you decided to change while he was in there and get ready for bed. You wanted to face the other direction to curve any possible chance of driving yourself crazier. You pull off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing over your swimsuit and dig through your duffle bag for some fresh clothes. You were grateful that you didn’t let your friends peer pressure you into actually swimming, your desire to keep a healthy distance between you and Jacob overpowering wanting to join in on the fun.

As you go to untie your swim top, the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door have you tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t exactly have the best reflexes either, so you fail at catching the strings before they can fall completely. At this point, you’re frozen. You’re planted face first on the floor, topless, with the boy you’ve been thirsting over for months just feet away.

Okay, so perhaps you underestimated how long it took him to shower.

“Y/N, are you— woah—”

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Of course you’re too late and he does not heed your warning. Jacob squats next to you and you can just feel his presence. To everyone else, it’s calming. He’s the person most people go to when they have any qualms about life. He was the definition of the therapist friend. However, that was not the case right now.

His presence was intimidating and your heart was hammering in your rib cage. It was practically beating against the floor. It wouldn’t be beyond you if they heard it in the lobby. You refuse to glance over at him. This couldn’t be happening. It was seriously one unfortunate event after another.

There’s a ghost-like, feather light touch that trails the length of your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. Just like the first time, it’s like you’d been statically charged. It was as if Jacob Bae himself created electricity. A sigh leaves Jacob’s lips. “Can you look at me, pretty?”

This was something torn straight from one of your wildest dreams. His words, his actions, even the situation you were in. A singular bed that you’re forced to share. This could very well just be the universe’s way of finally giving you a win. Divine intervention did exist, after all.

A peek at Jacob’s form shows you that he’s in nothing but a towel, and it leaves little to the imagination. You swallow thickly. Your lack of cooperation has his patience wearing thin, so he takes matters into his own hands, holding himself up with said hands on either side of your head and straddling your waist.

You can feel him through his towel and the flimsy material of your swim bottoms. He’s hard, pressing into your ass like he’s the one who’s needed to have you in such a visceral way the past ten months. His sculpted chest rests on your back as he leans down, his lips coming beside your ear.

“Tell me you want me, tell me you want me as bad as I want you.” He breathes.

It’s enough motivation to flip yourself over despite being nude from the waist up. You don’t even care anymore, caution thrown into the wind. Your infatuation with Jacob Bae was already concerning, but now it was dangerous. You were getting extremely close to crossing the line you told yourself you’d never cross. But he made it so easy.

Your eyes rake his figure, from his chiseled torso that was handcrafted by the Gods to the way he unabashedly keeps his lower half pinned to yours. You almost salivate at how good this feels. But it’s not enough. You need him in ways that could only be described as carnal. You release a shaky breath when he experimentally grinds his hips.

He leans into you one more time, lips hovering your own and noses brushing. Just a few more centimeters. That’s all that it would take for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He flickers his eyes to yours and then back down, wetting his lips as he does so.

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You could’ve just spoken the words out loud, but instead you close the gap between you. Your mouths fit together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally reuniting with its set. They glide in synchrony, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and run along the expanse of his toned back. He groans when your nails graze his skin. You both part to gasp for air, lips swollen.

“That works too.”

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Avatar: The Way of Water

You know, not that I have any particular faith that this series will make anything of it, but The Way of Water actually raises some interesting questions about the way consciousness and the transfer of self work in the Avatar universe.

My first watch, I treated Recom Quaritch as just an excuse to bring back the most charismatic antagonist the series had – that he was more or less the same one-dimensional character as before, with a quick handwave for how his return was possible. But they’re honestly doing more than that with his writing. This isn’t Quaritch back from the dead with a new lease on life; his “I am not that man” speech to Spider is not a shirking of responsibility, and his iconic skull crushing scene is not an uncaring show of stoicism. 

Recom Quaritch is terrified. 

When he sees Neytiri’s arrows, he is experiencing primal fear. When he sees Spider, left behind alone on an alien world, he regrets the callousness of his former self. He sees where Quaritch’s bravado led him, sees what the end result of his mistakes was, and decides to firmly reject that he’s the same person as the original. He has Quaritch’s memories in his mind, but he doesn’t feel they belong to him. When he crushes Quaritch’s skull, it represents a refusal to honor the man the RDA assumes him to be: Recom Quaritch is his own man, and he will make his own choices about his future.

I always appreciate it when sci-fi takes this approach towards ‘revival’ via a backed-up consciousness. A lot of my favorites explore its implications – the Culture books, for example, dive deep into the drawbacks of a backup-based system – but all too often, they’re glossed over and treated as a magical solution to death and danger.

I don’t care how thorough and precise your backup is, unless there’s some instantaneous, streaming consciousness-transferring device, if you die and your backup is placed in a new body, that is NOT you. Sure, to everyone else, it might as well be: as far as they can tell, you look and act the same as you always have. But YOU, your stream of consciousness, your awareness, the ongoing perception of the world that defines your life – that has ended, and no amount of backups can bring that back. It only makes sense that the revived’s sense of personhood might be drastically different.

It’s an interesting pivot, because the original Avatar sorta takes for granted the functionally seamless transfer of consciousness used in the Avatar system. Via the link unit, one’s mind can be ping-ponged back and forth between a human and Na’vi body as much as you want, in real-time, with only the sensation of waking up from a nap to show anything changed. Jake’s permanent transfer into his Na’vi body at the end works the same way, just using a big tree instead of the science tube: he simply closes his eyes as a human, and wakes up in his new body like nothing ever happened. The societal implications of this technology are staggering – people could functionally live forever by growing new bodies and instantly transferring over, for example – but it's used only as a plot contrivance.

That is to say, the first Avatar is fully disinterested in exploring the potential nuance of these ideas, and much more focused on really hammering home its comparisons between technology and the natural world; they want you to be thinking about the contrast between the Na’vi queues and the human link units, not some fiddly philosophical quandary. Still, now that The Way of Water has raised these questions, it would be cool if the future sequels – maybe the one set on Earth? – dig a little more into the horror inherent in recreating the minds of the dead.

Being in this headspace for this watch also made me realize how fucked it is to have an Avatar after the human it’s based on has died. In The Way of Water, we see Grace’s Avatar body, and it’s… well, it’s still there. It’s alive, submerged, and kicking… just with no mind inside, empty, a bespoke vessel made for one soul that just doesn’t exist anymore. Brutal.

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Other thoughts:

The first Avatar relies on its adventure setpieces – Jake’s first bond with the ikran, the montages of running through Pandora by night – more than its action setpieces, which themselves are like, aight. Way of Water’s action, by contrast, legit kicks fucking ass start to finish. Consider:

-the slow-mo train derailing -the Metkayina ducking in and out of the water to avoid gunfire then leaping out to spear RDA chumps -the speedboats, crab mechs, and assault subs, all of which are infinitely more fun than Avatar’s clunky mechs, and the spectacular flips they do as they bounce across the surface of the ocean to explode on nearby rocks -the big whale doing straight-up Action Hero shit -Neytiri shooting a guy through another guy

Seriously, it’s killer. As someone that considers themselves fairly weary of fight scenes these days – so much of it is just noise with no art – I remain impressed after a rewatch.

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Field Experience

Written for @summer-of-bad-batch 's prompt "You're a bad liar." The Bad Batch is fresh out on one of their first missions when Hunter gets an unexpected injury, as well as a lesson in leadership. ~2000 words, with Hunter whump and some brotherly hurt/comfort. @indigofyrebird I believe you were looking for Hunter hurt/comfort? :-D

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Things weren’t going well, exactly.

Hunter cursed under his breath as a grenade went off a few dozen meters away.  The energy of the blast made his head pound and his eyes sting; his ears rang.  He shook it off.  His squad needed him, and he needed to get to a better vantage point, figure out where they’d gone wrong.  This was only their third mission.  This had to go right.  He needed it to go right.  He’d stepped up to lead, and he wouldn’t let them down.

He pinged his comms, hoping the thick jungle vegetation wouldn’t interfere.  He’d taken this path for the stealth it afforded, but it was slow going, even with his tracking abilities.  “Havoc Four, I need eyes on the valley.”

“Copy that,” said Crosshair.  “We’ve got eighty clankers bearing down on us in a standard formation, but I can’t get --”  

The comms crackled, spitting out static.  Hunter swore again.  He tried the others, pinging Tech and Wrecker, hoping they’d made it to the positions he’d dictated with Plan Twelve, but the vegetation was so thick he couldn’t pinpoint them.  He needed to get out of this dense tangle of massive ferns and palms and vines and circle back around.  He took a moment, breathing deep and closing his eyes, then dropped to the ground and rested his thinly-gloved hand on the soil.  It hummed with the vibration of the clankers marching half a valley away, helping to readjust his mental positioning system.  If the clankers were here, and Crosshair’s position was there, he needed to --

“Ouch!” he hissed.  He opened his eyes, jerking his hand back, only to see a slender orange-and-black-tailed creature slithering away into the underbrush.  “Karking --”  He’d been so focused on the battleground up ahead he’d ignored the faint shiver in the topsoil that would have warned him of the creature.  He rubbed his hand, trying to ignore the way the bite wound pulsed and throbbed.  He’d deal with it once they cleaned up here.

He broke out of the dense jungle heading north by northwest, where the land opened up into scattered stands of trees and rolling, rocky hills heading down into the valley.  He approached stealthily, keeping cover behind stands of thick green and violet trees and low hillocks roiling with mosses in a dozen different colors.  His hand felt tense and tight in his glove, straining against the fabric, throbbing in time with the beat of his heart.  Not a big deal.  I’ll grab my medikit once I meet up with Tech and Wrecker.

He licked his lips.  He tasted buzzing.

He dropped to a sudden crouch, disquieted.  The buzzing sensation wasn’t external, the way that electricity in the air could make his tongue feel like it sparked.  This was something else.  His stomach clenched with a sinking feeling.

Damn creature must have been venomous.

He pulled his backpack off quickly, intending to go for his medikit, but the sound of blaster fire half a klick away made him sling the backpack back on.  His comm crackled.

“Could really use you right about now, Sarge --” Wrecker’s voice came, tinny and half the pitch it normally was.  Wrecker only called him Sarge when things were looking serious.

“Change of plans, lads.  Plan Eighteen,” Hunter called, hoping the transmission went through.  Faint crackles of assent came from Tech, Wrecker and Crosshair, and Hunter pulled out his blasters, charging through a gap in the hillocks and down the slope into the mouth of the valley.  As he’d guessed, the clankers were now in sight.  He shook off the sensation of his arm falling asleep, and dove into the fray.

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This was it, the last stand of the clankers, and he knew he and the boys had them.  It might have been dicey for a bit there, but after coordinating with Tech and Wrecker for deployment of some truly spectacular field charges, set off by Crosshair at the rear vanguard, the clankers were on the run.  

There was a rustle behind him.  Before the droids could raise their weapons, Hunter whirled to face them, raising his left pistol and firing off four quick shots.  The two droids collapsed into the loam, still smoking.  Got ‘em -- but it would have been easier if he could have held his right pistol, too.  His head swam, and he kept flexing his hand, trying to move fingers that felt fat and fuzzy.  He took cover behind a large boulder, catching sight of Tech and Wrecker further down the battlefield.  One last sweep and they’d be done; he’d be able to check out his hand, his brothers none the wiser.

Except --

“Havoc One,” Crosshair drawled over his comms.

“Little busy right now.��

“You’re not moving right.  Are you injured?”

He scowled.  Curse Crosshair and his enhanced vision.  His brother was probably two klicks away on the far ridge, but that had never stopped his vision before, especially with the aid of his scope.

“It’s nothing,” he said defensively.  “You’re imagining it.”  He shook out his hand, hissing at the new burning sensation prickling up his arm.  It rolled up his muscles in seething waves, and his gauntlet felt like it was cutting into his arm.  He loosened its attachments, hissing, bracing himself against the boulder.  He shivered with a sudden chill, despite the warm temperature and the sweat slicking his hair down inside his helmet.  Tough it out, you’ll be fine --

“You’re a bad liar.  I’m changing to Plan Fifteen, and then I’m getting down there.”  There was something he didn’t recognize in Crosshair’s voice.  Was it fear?

Hunter shook his head.  Plan Fifteen was a good bet, sure, a great use of Crosshair’s sniping skills, but --  

Black dots showered the edges of his vision, closing in.  He staggered, sliding down against the boulder to crumple on the ground, the black dots swarming.  He was so cold.  

“Sergeant down!” Crosshair shouted over the comms.  It was the last thing Hunter heard before everything went dark.

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He came back to himself slowly, fighting back a wave of nausea.  Where was he?  He smelled laser burns and ozone, the sharp scent of junked clankers, the heady scents of drowsing blossoms and chlorophyll and rich earth.  And more familiar scents, too, scents he’d grown up with: Tech, Crosshair, Wrecker.

He groaned, trying to reach up to rub his eyes.  But his arm failed to respond; a wave of tingling, burning pain pulsed through his limb, and he bit his lip hard, tasting blood.  Electric sparks flared and vibrated under his skin.  “What the… what happened…”  

He blinked slowly, and the world began to come back into focus.  He gazed up at the sky, a blue-green horizon marred by gray and brown clouds of smoke hanging in the air.  His brothers swam into view, still in their helmets, fresh from the battlefield.

“Something bit you, didn’t it?” Tech asked, peering over him with his visor lifted, the skin around his goggles paler than usual.  “I’m assuming it was some form of crotalid-like creature, given that it appears to have injected you with a neurotoxin.  Surely you must have noticed.  You should have told us!’  His eyes narrowed.

“I knew something was wrong,” Crosshair said sharply.  “What were you thinking?  If you’d gone down where I couldn’t see you --”

“Is it bad?” Hunter said, ignoring them.  

“Oh, yeah.  You should see your hand,” Wrecker said, shaking his head.  “Looks horrible.”

Crosshair nudged Wrecker.  “Quiet.  He’ll figure that out soon enough.”

“But it does look awful --”

“True, but --”

“Arguing about it won’t help,” Tech said sternly.  “We need to evacuate him.  We’ve got to get back to the ship and the rest of our supplies.”  He put a hand on Hunter’s shoulder.  “But yes.  It is fairly bad.”

Hunter groaned.  “Wanted to -- complete the mission.”  He swallowed.  He lifted his head with a great effort, turning to look for signs of continued battle.  “The clankers --”

“Blew ‘em up,” Wrecker said, his voice warm enough that Hunter could hear the grin under his helmet.  “Got the all clear.  Now we just gotta get out of here.”

“Luckily, our kits carry customizable antivenin, effective against most types of toxins.  Which you should have known, and could have given yourself,” said Tech testily.  He sighed.  “I think this last dose is finally taking effect, but now I’ve used up all of our field stocks of antivenin, and you’ll need more before we get back to Kamino.  At least you might be able to walk now.  Your vitals are much better.”

Crosshair knelt down, holding out a hand to Hunter’s good side.  Hunter reached out and took it, holding on tightly as Crosshair hoisted him back to his feet.  He wavered for a moment, the world spinning, but things settled back into a normal view quickly.  His head still felt muzzy and strange, but he was feeling more alert.  He raised his bad hand --

“Oh hell,” he muttered between clenched teeth.  Wrecker hadn’t been kidding.  HIs hand, now missing its glove and gauntlet, was roughly three times its normal size, and his normally brown skin had turned a sick, mottled purplish-reddish color that looked poisonous itself.  The bite wound oozed blood in a slow, nasty trickle.  Pain was replaced intermittently by numbness, prickles, or sharp pulses, all of it unpleasant.  His stomach turned, but he swallowed, managing to avoid vomiting.

“Told you it was horrible,” said Wrecker, putting an arm over his shoulders.  “Here.  Lean on me.  We got your kit, don’t worry about it.”  He tucked Hunter’s helmet under his other arm.

Hunter shuffled along beside Wrecker, leaning heavily on his brother  Crosshair walked behind them holding the line, while Tech scouted ahead, leading them back to the ship.  The sounds of the jungle, birds calling, insects buzzing, leaves rustling, mixed with Hunter’s grunts and puffs of breath, his footsteps scuffing against the loam-covered soil, the footfalls of his brothers.  

“You really shoulda said somethin’,” Wrecker said after a few minutes.  “There was time.  Tech and I coulda gone back for you.  Those clankers wouldn’t’ve got the best of us.”

“I wanted to have things under control,” Hunter muttered.  “A good leader doesn’t get taken out by a little snake.”

“A good leader relies on his team,” Tech said from up ahead.  He paused, turning around to join them.  “If you were attempting to prove your invulnerability, you may have noticed that you have failed.  We trust you, Hunter.  But you must trust us too.”

His ears burned.  Yeah.  He’d screwed up.

“You’re right.  I should’ve said something,” he admitted.  “Crosshair figured it out, and I tried to tell him it was nothing.  I was too focused on getting back to the battle.  But this could have compromised the mission.” 

Wrecker groaned, tossing his head, probably rolling his eyes under his helmet.  “Yeah, yeah, the mission, but you coulda got taken out.  That’s what we’re cross about!”

Hunter chuckled.  “Aw, you big softy.”

“Watch who you’re callin’ soft,” Wrecker warned, squeezing Hunter in a hug that compressed his ribs and made him cough.  Hunter weakly shoved back against his brother, and Wrecker guffawed, releasing the pressure.  “Told ya.”

Crosshair closed the distance between them, stopping beside Hunter.  “So the next time you’re bitten by a deadly jungle viper, you’ll let somebody know?” asked Crosshair, tilting his head and crossing his arms over his chest.

Hunter managed a weak smile.  “Promise.  Should’ve known you’d have my back.”

“Tch.  Of course,” Crosshair said.  He reached out and clasped Hunter’s shoulder briefly.

“We do this together, Hunter,” said Tech, nodding.  “Always.”  He turned back around, continuing onward.

They kept on to the ship, Hunter starting to pick up the pace slightly as the antivenin continued to work.  The swelling was going down in his hand, and his head was feeling clearer than ever.  Their trainers had told him many things about how to lead, but some things he was starting to realize he’d only learn through experience.  Well, he was getting it now.  A good leader communicated.  A good leader kept his squad apprised of changing conditions.  

And a good squad never left a man behind.

He leaned against Wrecker, still a little dizzy, but he was feeling better already.

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter seven — bright lights, big city

WORD COUNT — 3,623

WARNINGS — none

NOTES — SHE'S HERE!! THE CHAPTER THAT STARTED IT ALL IN JULY 2021

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The further into October you got, the icier the chill in the air became. The month only had a few more days left in it, and you were already wearing your winter coat to school in the mornings. Every tree you saw was bare, and the colorful leaves they scattered all over the ground crunched beneath your feet with every step. 

It was Saturday today, and normally you were very grateful for Saturdays. Today, however, both Newt and Thomas had insisted that you get up early for a ‘surprise’. Last night when you had gone to Mickey’s and later the playground, no one had missed the glances passed between your brother and friend, but they refused to elaborate their mischievous, knowing looks they were giving one another.

When you’d asked Newt privately, he only told you to get up early the next morning for a special surprise. The answer had been unnerving, to say the least, so when you asked Thomas and he provided the same response, nearly verbatim, you were officially put on edge. 

You still did as told, though, the anticipation getting the better of you instead of the uneasiness. So, even though you usually reserved Saturday mornings for sleeping in, you got up just a little later than you do on school mornings, taking a shower, getting dressed and eating a quick breakfast. 

When you finished your coffee and muffin, your phone pinged with a text from Newt, telling you that he’d be arriving at the house soon, and asking if you were ready for the surprise. During this, Thomas had stumbled down the stairs in his pajamas, looking worse for wear as he grabbed an apple, still blinking the sleep from his eyes, and headed to the living room. 

You joined him on the couch, scrolling through Instagram while your curiosity and anxiety battled one another in your stomach as you waited for Newt. 

Maggie and your dad had come down while you waited, sharing cheeky smiles as they worked in tandem to make theirs and Chuck’s breakfast. It was nice so see your dad so happy. Of course, he was always happy when he was with you, but the smile he wore when he was with Maggie was different. More like he was in a state of pure adoration. 

When knuckles rapped against wood, you nearly shot up from your seat, slightly startling Thomas as he slowly ate his apple. Newt waited for you at the door, hands shoved into the pockets of his signature jacket, sporting a coy smile. 

“Morning,” he smiled, rocking on the balls of his feet. 

“Good morning,” you smiled back. “What’s this big surprise, then?”

Newt’s smile widened, bordering playful. “Can’t say. But I know you’re gonna love it. You might wanna grab a purse or something, though. We’re not sticking around for long.” 

“Oh?” You said. “I’ll be right back, then. You can wait on the couch with Thomas.” 

You stepped back, opening the door wider to allow Newt in. He greeted Maggie and your dad before heading into the living room to talk with Thomas while you went upstairs. You decided on a small handbag, throwing in your usual items — wallet, chapstick, and hair ties. You brought a charger, rolled up as small as it could get, and made sure your phone had enough room in the bag, as well. 

When you finally got back downstairs, Newt waited by the door while you said quick goodbyes to everyone — including Chuck, who woke up while you were upstairs and was shoving his face with scrambled eggs. 

You got into the car, Newt peeling off and heading past the town line, unsure of how long the drive would be, thinking up any kind of explanation of what today would be like based on the molecules of information you had. Once the drive was underway, Newt let you hook your phone up to the sound system to play music in order for you both to sing along to whatever songs you both knew. 

After about twenty minutes, though, you’d turned down the music in order to trade stories about Thomas. Newt laughed his way through his recounting of how Thomas had fractured his arm one winter on a patch of snow-covered ice while Minho had chased him around Gally’s front yard, and you excitedly recalled the time he spent three month’s worth of his allowance on a game at Coney Island in order to win a giant Pikachu plush — which had been sitting in the corner of his room for the past two years. 

“Have I ever told you guys about this one dude I went to school with?” You asked as Newt switched lanes on the highway. 

“I don’t think you’ve told us much about your old school, so no.”

You bit back a laugh. “This is gonna be amazing. Okay, so this guy, his name’s Mitch, he was like a grade above me in my old school, and I shit you not, literally every girl I talked to had a crush on him. If you didn’t have him in one of your classes you could swear he was one of the student teachers or something.” You rambled excitedly. “I talked to him a few times in my open photography class last year, he’s really cool, but that’s not the point. My whole point is that he looks exactly like Thomas if he could actually grow facial hair.” Newt barked out a laugh. “I’m not kidding; if the guy shaved closer to the skin and styled his hair differently, they’d look like twins or something, it’s insane.” 

“There’s no way that’s true,” Newt shook his head. 

“But it is,” you insisted. “If I hadn’t met Thomas so early into freshman year after Maggie and my dad started dating, I probably would’ve had a crush on Mitch, too.”

Newt scoffed out a laugh, bemused smile on his face as he shook his head. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I can show you, if you want. I have his Instagram.” You said, before remembering Newt was driving. “Actually, I’ll show you later. The shock of his similarity to Thomas might cause us to get into a multi-car pileup.” 

Soon after, the mindless chatter and story-swapping continued as normal, occasionally broken by a particularly good song coming up and you sang along to it. Car after car passed you by, and you were entirely wrapped up in conversation with Newt. So much so, that you failed to pay close attention to your surroundings outside of the vehicle. 

That is, at least, until the chatter died down and you realized that Newt was parking his car in front of a familiar set of open gates in a very familiar part of Central Park. “You took me home?”

“Not quite,” Newt said with a heartwarming smile, shutting off the engine and stepping out of the car. You followed, watching Newt as he led you through the gates as if it was him who had grown up in this park and not you. 

You passed through the gates, reminded of all the times you would walk this path with your best friends, coming straight from school or from your favorite froyo shop, wanting to spend as much time with one another as you could before everyone had to go home. 

“Newt, where are we going?”

“Just wait,” he told you. “You’ll see.”

As if his words were magic, you saw them. Sitting on a familiar bench, just a little ways away, were your best friends. Just laying eyes on them nearly stole the breath from your lungs, your face lighting up with joy. You wasted no time in calling out to them. “Mina! Fernanda!” 

The girls shot up from their seats, smiles overtaking their features like yours had. You ran to greet them, as they rushed up to you, pulling you into a tight, welcoming, and familiar group hug. Laughter spilled uncontrollably from all three of you, even when you pulled back to get a good look at them. 

“God, I’m so happy to see you guys.”

Amina laughed, squeezing your right arm. “So are we.”

“How is this even happening right now? I mean—”

“You can thank your Godsend of a boyfriend for this one,” Fernanda smirked. “He’s been talking to us, Thomas, and your dad for weeks just to get this put together. Wanted to make sure there was a time all three of us could spend an afternoon together.”

You barely had the time to process what Fernanda said before Amina was cutting in with her classically dramatic groan. “I wish Aleksander would do stuff like this for me.”

“You say that as if he didn’t literally take you to Coney Island for your anniversary two weeks ago and take you on like, every thrill ride in the park. That shit’s expensive, Mina,”

Your smile widened as the girls began their usual banter, realizing just how much you missed interactions like these, even if you had similar ones with your friends in Woodstock. It suddenly reminded you of Newt, of the fact that he was the reason you were even here. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to find him standing several feet away, watching you with a satisfied smile on his face, hands shoved into his front jean pockets. 

You left your friends to bicker and ran back to the blond, body colliding with his, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He stumbled slightly upon impact before pulling his hands from his pockets and winding his arms around your torso.

“Thank you,” you whispered, face tucked into Newt’s neck for barely a moment before you pulled back, arms still around Newt’s neck, his hands still flat against your back. 

Newt’s eyes contentedly scanned your joyful face before he responded, “You told me you missed them a few weeks ago, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take you to see them, even if it’s just for an afternoon.”

It was entirely true. At some point during your long, deep conversation underneath the willow tree, you’d talked about your friends and how much you missed them. Even so, you were surprised he remembered something from almost two months ago, let alone planned out a trip just to make you happy. 

A whistle broke through the air, causing you and Newt to jump and completely pull away from one another. Turning, you found Fernanda to be the culprit. “Hey, lovebirds! Let’s get a move on, I’m starving!”

Your cheeks burned as you and Newt rejoined Amina and Fernanda, beginning the all too familiar trek to your froyo shop to eat your all-time favorite dessert — aside from Mickey’s double chocolate milkshake, of course — before heading to the nearby mall. 

In your two months away from New York city, Anne’s Froyo Factory was one of the things you’d missed the most. If you could have things your way, you would marry the store in a heartbeat. 

You and your friends had spent the better part of an hour sitting at your usual table near the middle of the seating area, similar to the way your friends in Woodstock sat. You and Newt sat with your backs to the door, with Amina and Fernanda on the other side. Conversation between you flowed easily, as it was mostly questions from the girls about how things were going in Woodstock, and you asking for updates on things happening in your school. 

You ended up recounting the shopping cart race to them, and showing the mostly-healed injuries you’d sustained, much to Fernanda’s chagrin. They’d also been very happy to hear that the transition was mostly effortless, and that you had no issues making new friends and bonding with Thomas’ group of friends. According to them, that was the thing they’d worried about the most. 

After you were finished with froyo and the initial catch-up, Newt drove everyone over to the mall you used to frequent. He’d taken your advice and parked deep into the underground parking structure, as opposed to dealing with the hellscape that the above ground parking lot was on a Saturday afternoon. 

Despite how insanely packed the mall was, you knew you would have a good time with everyone. Any time a store caught someone’s interest, you’d all go in to explore it, more often than not coming out with a bag or two. You paid close attention to Newt, though, because he’d never been in this mall before, and you didn’t want to lose him to the crowd. 

Being in the mall for a prolonged amount of time only proved that having access to a bank account that housed a weekly allowance and a want for material items was truly your greatest downfall. By the time everyone was ready to eat again, you’d bought a few new clothing items for yourself, a Lord of The Rings figurine for Chuck, and a lightsaber keychain for Thomas. 

Some point between stores, on a leisurely path to the food court, Newt spotted a photo booth, tucked barely out of the way of the main flow of customers. Amina and Fernanda were inside some stationary store a little ways back, and Newt insisted that you and him go inside. You feigned reluctance to the idea, but followed the boy to it with a smile on your face. 

You stepped inside behind Newt, who was squished into the corner, slotting your bags between your feet as he shoved a $5 bill into the machine and you shut the curtain. It was only at that moment that you realized you’d never been in a photo booth before, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. 

Newt, however, seemed to know exactly what to do. Just as the countdown on the screen displayed a bright number five, you and Newt looked at each other, and he blurted out, “Gally’s a huge fan of Glee, but he refuses to tell anyone. I caught him watching it once, I don’t think he knows though.”

You erupted in laughter and Newt followed after, just in time to hear the shutter click. This was what made you get your footing, and in the pause between pictures, you came up with poses. Newt faced the camera and smiled wide, eyes closed as you ruffled his hair, eyes locked onto his features, a softer smile than his on your face. For the third photo, you both mustered up wide, bright smiles once again and pressed your cheeks together, one of your arms wrapped around Newt’s neck, his hands hanging off your shoulders. For the final photo, though, it seemed neither of you knew what to do. 

But you were proven wrong when it seemed that Newt had this one covered, too. 

You opened your mouth to speak as the countdown hit number two, but before you could say anything, Newt’s hand grazed your chin and pulled you close as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. The shutter flashed as he did, and within seconds, he’d pulled back and acted as though he’d done nothing. 

You stepped out of the booth, bags in hand, unable to control the burning on your cheeks. Two film strips deposited from the machine, one for each of you. Newt grabbed them and handed one to you, folding his in half and tucking it into his wallet. You decided your strip would be safest in your bag until you could tape it to the wall behind your desk at home. 

Just as you did so, Amina and Fernanda found the both of you, each carrying a small bag from the store they’d been in before. They both agreed that food was a must, and there was no need to go into any more stores until after you’d bought food. 

As you headed to the middle of the mall, you realized that you’d been in the mall for almost two hours, and had yet to see the other half of it. Still, food was now your priority, along with finding a suitable table for everyone to eat at. 

Newt had found one near the middle, and offered to save the spot so you and your friends could get food. Amina was the first one back, with a tray of Greek food, followed by Fernanda, who had chosen New York Fries. Newt ended up choosing the Chinese place near the edge of the food court, and you arrived back at the table last, carrying a delightful tray from Burger Palace, with a classic burger and chocolate milkshake — earning a laugh from Newt. 

Everyone else had already started eating, and you frowned when you took the first few bites and sips of your meal. 

“What’s with the face?” Fernanda asked. “You don’t like it? I thought you loved Burger Palace.”

You swallowed what you were chewing before you answered. “I do, but it’s nowhere close to Mickey’s, that’s for sure.” 

Newt laughed, chopsticks full of lo mein halfway to his mouth. “Nothing’ll ever beat Mickey’s. All of his recipes are homemade, not to mention top secret. He almost didn’t let Frypan know about them when he started working there.” 

The girls knew what you were talking about, as you had told them plenty about Mickey’s since you’d first eaten there, shared a quick look before returning to their food. The rest of the meal passed in a relative silence, up until you’d excused yourself to go use the bathroom. 

As soon as you were out of earshot, Fernanda leaned across the table to meet Newt’s eye. “So, how long have you two been dating?”

Newt choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering out, “What?”

“You guys can’t have been dating that long. I mean, she’s only been gone for like… two months.” Amina guessed.

“Oh,” Newt realized. “Yeah, um, we’re not— we’re not dating.” 

Fernanda’s eyes widened. “Really? We could’ve sworn—”

“No, no,” Newt blushed, a bashful smile appearing on his face. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.” 

“Well, I think you should ask her out.” 

“Mina!” Fernanda balked. 

The girl only shrugged, picking at her salad. “What? I’m just saying. They obviously like each other, and if they accidentally managed to convince us they’re dating? There’s obviously something there.” 

Fernanda only shrugged, considering her friend’s explanation. Newt observed the pair, hoping that the red that so obviously painted his cheeks would dissipate before you got back. The rest of the conversation was cut short when you returned to the table. 

Once everyone was finished and had thrown away their garbage, you all decided that exploring the other half of the mall wasn’t worth the aching feet and worn out muscles. After all, you’d been in the mall for two hours now, and it was nearing three o’clock. So, you decided to head back to the car, this time with a trunk full of bags from a multitude of stores, to go to a familiar cafe to grab drinks before saying your goodbyes. 

When you arrived at the park entrance where the day started, you felt the tears beginning to well up in your eyes. You and the girls stepped out of the car, Newt opting to keep it idling while you parted ways at the gate. 

“I hope I can see you guys again soon,” you said, fighting your tears. 

Amina laughed, wiping at the bottom of her eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Oh, please. You can’t get rid of us easily, Y/n. You know that.”

“Exactly, we’re like boomerangs,” Fernanda smiled sadly. “We always find a way back.” 

You decided that if you spoke again, you’d start crying, so you pulled the girls in for a group hug, savoring the moment as best as you could. When you pulled away, you hugged them both again, this time separately. 

“Take care of that boyfriend of yours,” Amina told you, face tucked into your shoulder, before pulling back. “He knows how to treat you right.” 

You rolled your bloodshot eyes, a playful smile threatening to show on your face as you tried to calm the burning on your cheeks. “He’s not my boyfriend, Mina.” 

“Could’ve fooled us,” Fernanda said. “No one who goes out of their way to plan a whole day with your best friends and drive you two hours here, and two hours back — in New York traffic, mind you — is just a friend.” 

You laughed and nodded, but said nothing. After another round of hugs and well wishes, you departed and headed back to the warm car, Newt driving off not long after you were settled. 

The drive home was vastly different than the drive into the city. It was calmer, and the silence was filled with the low volume of the radio as you and Newt finished off your cafe drinks. At some point, though, you felt that you needed to bring up your conversation with Amina and Fernanda. 

“They had that conversation with you, too?” Newt asked.

“‘Too’? What do you mean, ‘too’?” 

“When you went to use the bathroom during lunch,” Newt smiled, “they practically ambushed me. Apparently, we make a very convincing couple.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh along with Newt. 

The day ended at your doorstep. Newt poked his head in to say hello to everyone, and to assure your family that nothing had gone wrong with the ‘master plan’ that, apparently, everyone except you knew about. 

Once more, you thanked the British boy, reminding him that this was one of the best days you’d had since moving to Woodstock. After saying your goodbyes, you watched Newt’s car disappear down the street before heading back inside. Today was a really good day.

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Trick or Treat! :D

If I misunderstood and you're not doing that, feel free to ignore me. ^^"

Ah yeah, thank you!!!!!

Man I have so many things to choose from but I've settled on one I really wanna start up again!

It's unnamed so far but a TFP fic where Elita shows up. I simply wanted OP, Elita, and Bee to reunite as a cute family. Elita us also slay and I HC that she became a gladiator after an incident at the docks, which is how Orion got in contact with Megatronus but I digress.

Any questions or anything, just lmk <3

[Optimus speaking] “The ID tag on the vessel pinged a file that I had not opened in a long time, the vessel itself was sent on a covert mission, long before Cybertron fell and we split across the galaxies. I myself issued the orders given to the commander of the spacecraft.”

“What was the mission?” Rafael asked with wide optics, adorably enamoured of anything Cybertronian.

“To discover a potential solar system that we Autobots might regroup at if we were to ever leave Cybertron.”

“But I thought all the ships we sent out to do that returned?” Ratchet questioned, scowling slightly at his own possible misremembering.

“Officially, they did, yes. However, only Ultra Magnus, Prowl, and I knew of a few other spacecrafts and their pilots that were sent on with the same instructions, these were sent out because we had reason to believe that Soundwave was using his cassettes to spy on the command meetings when we discussed places of refuge.” Optimus explained, still able to remember the despair he had felt when Jazz reported the possible leak. At that point, energon was as scarce as new life from the Well and finding somewhere they could regroup and hopefully find energon had been slowly become more than a need but a must.

“To avoid Megatron sending forces out to each solar system, we kept these missions secret, so we would have a chance of having somewhere safe to regroup if the other planets were compromised.” Thankfully, Ratchet was not bothered by being kept out of the loop, being CMO and the Prime’s amica, he was involved in a lot more than a typical medic, but even then, he was lower rank than most of Optimus’ old inner circle.

“So, who’s the captain of this ship?” Bulkhead asked the question that Optimus was sure was on everybot’s processor. It was a question Optimus was hesitant to answer, because if he spoke the designation out loud, it would mean either the best news he would receive in the duration of the war or something absolutely devastating. His gaze swiped over his Autobots, lingering on the wide and intrigued optics of Bumblebee. It would not only be himself who would be affected by either outcome.

“Optimus?” Ratchet prompted gently, small flickers of concern crossing their bond. Optimus let his vents exhale again, a familiar ache squeezing at his spark.

“Elita-One…” Ratchet froze in front of him, optics about as wide as wheel caps, and his intake metaphorically hitting the floor. Bee, on the other servo, lit up like one of those festive trees the humans enjoyed decorating once a solar-cycle.

.: You mean ‘lita might be here?! :. He beeped and buzzed in binary, bright optics expanding as far as they could. Optimus didn’t answer, he couldn’t, not wanting to ruin his sparkling’s excitement. However, Bee was smart, and his mood quickly changed as he realised the situation, door wings drooping. .: Does this mean she might be– :. The scout couldn’t finish his question, letting out a pitiful whining noise that hurt Optimus’ spark. He wanted to reach out and hug his sparkling close, but refrained as Arcee took it upon herself to comfort Bumblebee instead.

“Optimus…” Ratchet began delicately, and Optimus already knew what his friend was trying to say. His tone was that same one he used when he needed to inform mecha of terrible news. This terrible news, Optimus already knew. He had come to terms with it eons prior, even though he had not known if it were true or not. “You realise that–”

“I know, but if we can recover–” Optimus hesitated to say the next glyph, choosing another instead. “–Anything at all, then we must try, before the Decepticons learn of it. Who knows what information might be stored on ship’s systems, if they still function.”

“Understood.” Ratchet turned towards the keyboard, pulling up the ground bridge schematics. Optimus was thankful his friend did not linger on the subject matter, it was a difficult topic for Ratchet too, Elita had been as close to Optimus’ cohort as himself and her disappearance had hurt them all. Optimus had never even been able to tell them all about the real reason she never returned, never really knowing the whole truth himself.

Fowler, who had remained silent until now, reminded the Prime of his presence as he cleared his throat. Optimus looked up at the man’s image on the screens, noting the minutely softer look on his faceplates.

“Agent Fowler, thank you for this information.” Optimus said cordially. “We will debrief you once we have recovered the ship and its contents.”

“Thanks, Prime. Good luck out there.” He answered, just as sincere, and with a polite nod, Optimus ended the communications. Taking a nano-klick to let his vents exhale and his field to settle itself, Optimus looked to his three Autobots. Bee’s slumped posture had perked up a little, although their shared bond oozed his upset that Optimus wanted to mend, while Arcee and Bulkhead looked at Optimus expectantly, awaiting their next orders.

“In the meantime, I think it is an appropriate for the children to return home. It is late, after all.” Optimus told them, earning no argument from his Autobots however, Miko did not seem too eager to go along with it.

“What? No!” Miko whined, drawing everyone’s attention. “I wanna come to the moon with you guys!”

“Miko, this is not like taking you on patrol–” Bulkhead tried to explain to his ward, but she wasn’t having any of it. 

“But Jack got to go to Cybertron!” She tried to argue, nevertheless Optimus was not going to change his mind.

“The situation is different, I am sorry, Miko.” He apologised honestly, because he didn’t enjoy upsetting the children, but he also knew this was not a situation to be bringing them along. Thankfully, Rafael and Jack remained quiet, having already split off to their respective guardians to be taken home. “It will only be Ratchet and I going, and there may be things I would rather not have any of you three witness.”

“You mean a dead body?” She said without reserve or thinking, making Optimus wince and Bulkhead exclaim. 

“Miko!”

“Sorry…” Miko ducked her head, her outrage dissipating, and Optimus refrained from pinching between his optical ridges. She was sweet, but often a servoful to deal with. 

“It is alright, but yes. There may be…remains present.” Optimus said hesitantly, keeping his tone gentle because he did not want to upset her. She was just a sparkling, after all. He could hope that Miko might learn to take more time with her words in the future.

I hope this isn't too long lmao it was tough choosing which points to start and stop

[pingtreesystemssoftware]

Achieving Solar Industry Success: Mastering a High-Converting Leads System

The solar industry is experiencing rapid growth as more individuals and businesses seek sustainable energy solutions. In this competitive market, having a robust leads system is crucial for success. This blog will explore how to build a high-converting solar industry leads system that can propel your business to new heights.

Understanding the Importance of a Solar Industry Leads System

A well-designed Solar Industry Leads System is the backbone of any solar business. It not only helps in attracting potential customers but also ensures that these leads are nurtured and converted into loyal clients. By investing in a high-converting leads system, you can significantly increase your chances of success in the solar market.

Key Components of a High-Converting Leads System

1. Lead Generation Strategies

A. Content Marketing

Content marketing is a powerful tool for generating leads in the solar industry. By creating valuable and informative content, you can attract potential customers who are interested in solar energy solutions. Blog posts, whitepapers, and case studies can position your business as an authority in the field.

B. SEO and Keyword Optimization

Search Engine Optimization (SEO) is essential for improving your website's visibility on search engines. By optimizing your website with relevant keywords such as "Solar Industry Leads System" you can attract more organic traffic. Ensure that your content is not only keyword-rich but also provides real value to your audience.

C. Social Media Marketing

Social media platforms offer an excellent opportunity to connect with potential customers. By sharing engaging content and interacting with your audience, you can build a strong online presence. Utilize platforms like Facebook, LinkedIn, and Instagram to promote your solar solutions and generate leads.

2. Lead Nurturing Techniques

A. Email Marketing Campaigns

Email marketing is an effective way to nurture leads and keep them engaged with your business. By sending personalized and informative emails, you can build trust and guide potential customers through the buying journey. Use segmentation to tailor your messages to different audience groups.

B. Webinars and Online Workshops

Hosting webinars and online workshops is a great way to educate your audience about the benefits of solar energy. These events can help you establish your expertise and build relationships with potential customers. Make sure to follow up with attendees to keep the conversation going.

C. CRM Systems

Customer Relationship Management (CRM) systems are essential for managing your leads effectively. A good CRM system allows you to track interactions, segment your leads, and automate follow-up processes. This ensures that no lead falls through the cracks and that you can provide timely and relevant information.

3. Conversion Optimization

A. Landing Pages

Landing pages are critical for converting visitors into leads. Ensure that your landing pages are well-designed, with clear calls-to-action (CTAs) and relevant information. A/B testing different elements of your landing pages can help you determine what works best for your audience.

B. Testimonials and Case Studies

Including testimonials and case studies on your website can build trust and credibility. Potential customers are more likely to convert if they see that others have had positive experiences with your solar solutions. Highlight real-life success stories to demonstrate the value of your offerings.

C. Follow-Up Strategies

Timely and personalized follow-up is key to converting leads. Whether it's a phone call, email, or meeting, ensure that you address the specific needs and concerns of your leads. By providing tailored solutions, you can increase the likelihood of conversion.

FAQs

What is a Solar Industry Leads System?

A Solar Industry Leads System is a structured approach to generating, nurturing, and converting leads specifically for the solar energy market. It involves various strategies and tools to attract potential customers and guide them through the sales funnel.

How can content marketing help in generating solar industry leads?

Content marketing helps by providing valuable information that attracts potential customers. By establishing your business as an authority in the solar industry, you can build trust and generate more leads.

Why is SEO important for a Solar Industry Leads System?

SEO improves your website's visibility on search engines, making it easier for potential customers to find you. By optimizing your content with relevant keywords such as "Solar Industry Leads System" you can attract more organic traffic and generate more leads.

How do CRM systems contribute to lead management?

CRM systems help manage leads by tracking interactions, segmenting audiences, and automating follow-up processes. This ensures that leads are nurtured effectively and increases the chances of conversion.

What role do testimonials and case studies play in conversion?

Testimonials and case studies build trust and credibility. They provide real-life examples of how your solar solutions have helped others, making potential customers more likely to convert.

Building a high-converting Solar Industry Leads System requires a combination of effective lead generation, nurturing techniques, and conversion optimization. By implementing the strategies discussed in this blog, you can enhance your lead system and achieve greater success in the solar market. Remember, the key to success lies in providing value to your potential customers and guiding them through their buying journey with personalized and timely interactions.

[pingtree]

Advanced Features of PingTree Lead Distribution Software

Advanced Features of PingTree Lead Distribution Software . Some of Pingtree Software Features described. Features Like Work of Lead Distribution Systems, Buyer Management, Affiliates Management & Integration with Phone Burner etc.  

[aiyexayen]

wen kexing and link. smooch

It is just past noon on a brisk autumn day, and Wen Kexing is basking on his favourite sunny rooftop, drowsing in and out to the drone of midday insects, the warmth of the sun in his bones, when he catches, out of the corner of his eye, one of the Siji disciples coming in through the front gate.

At least, he has no reason to expect it's anyone else accompanying the flash of blue fabric amid the orange blossoms. Not up on their mountain.

Ages of peaceful living have not dulled his reflexes, however, and he's barely deemed the person not worth turning to look at when some hesitance in their step sends an alert pinging through his nervous system.

Wen Kexing blinks himself fully awake and peers across the empty courtyard, nostrils flaring, hands twitching. Not a disciple. Not even someone he knows. Hm.

Siji Shanzhuang's mysterious visitor seems to be in no hurry to locate the residents of the manor they've just waltzed into, either, taking in the cultivated garden at a leisurely stroll as though they have all the time in the world and every right to the places in it. They're no messenger, not with a soldier's tension in their limbs and an elaborate sword strapped to their back...

A sword that looks familiar, Wen Kexing thinks, squinting at the sheath as it catches the sunlight in sapphire and gold. He can't quite place it at this distance.

He watches, waiting, but the stranger doesn't notice him at all after a couple minutes and that just won't do. He scoffs under his breath as he stands and with a flourish he descends from the roof to touch down in the courtyard, right in full view. As the birds take off from the blossoming trees around him he strikes a pose of exaggerated grace, a swirling vision of robes in bright Siji colours, fan fluttering, head tilting at a playful angle to let his hair fall appealingly over his shoulder. Or, it would, if it wasn't all pinned up today.

The visitor flinches almost too obviously--their sharp eyes and subtle shift into fighting stance reinforce Wen Kexing's assumptions. A warrior of some kind. Sent here on some mission, perhaps. Delightful! It's been much too long since he got to play this sort of game.

Wen Kexing is the picture of a perfect gentleman, only the barest hint of danger threaded along the edges of his welcome as he approaches. "Welcome, traveller," he says. "What business have you with Sij--Fi?!"

He is cut off by a jolt of memory as the stranger's sword shimmers again, this time with its own internal light. The echo of an old friend dances around the courtyard in teasing glimpses of silvery-blue. If Fi is here, then--

His eyes snap back to the visitor and he looks so different than Wen Kexing remembers. Older, or younger, or longer in the face, or shorter in the ears, or just. Different. But then, who doesn't look different after a few thousand years. Relief and nostalgia bloom together, a flowering fractal in his gut. It has to be. "...Link?"

Link's brow shoots from deeply furrowed to pushing at his hairline. Wen Kexing's fan falls closed as his facade drops and he rushes over to grab him by the shoulders, laughing in delight as he looks him over. "It is!"

Amusingly, he seems even smaller than he used to, but such is the way of memories when their subject is larger than life. His mouth drops open but Wen Kexing doesn't bother to let him get a word in first, gripping his shoulders tighter and hauling him into an enthusiastic kiss, curled down over him almost possessively, taking advantage of his open mouth, unrelenting from the start as if they're already in the bedroom. Link startles, the muscles in his arms tensing under Wen Kexing's fingers, but somewhere between a muffled squawk and a huff of amusement, he melts into it.

He's smaller but not remotely less strong; Wen Kexing can feel that overwhelming spirit rushing up to meet his, now that they're touching. Ah, he has missed the thrill of holding something this powerful between his hands, has missed Link himself.

How long has it been? Even longer than the last time he saw Ye Baiyi, surely.

Sadly, though, he can't just have Link right here in the courtyard. He wants to. He contemplates it. But...no, not when an actual disciple could come in at any time. He's a responsible shishu, in spite of all A-Xu's claims to the contrary. So after a lingering minute he sighs and pulls away.

He expects any manner of things to come out of Link's mouth when he finally lets him have it back--the sound of his own name, an explanation for why he's here or where he's been, even asking after A-Xu, or Chengling.

What he doesn't expect is for Link to step back, a bit dazed, lick his slightly swollen bottom lip, clear his throat, and say, sheepishly, "Well that was nice...but, uh...who are you?"

[screambirdscreaming]

Much could be said interrogating the concept of "gifted kid burnout" or "smart kid syndrome" or whatever you call it, and much of it's been said better than I can

But what gets to me about it sometimes is that.... I feel like people have described a reasonable concept and then related themselves to it backwards. Or taken a real problem and constructed their concept of it backwards.

Like yeah, it does kind of fuck a person up to be highly rewarded in this extremely arbitrary constructed environment, which incidentally is where you spend most of your waking hours, while being told that it's all deeply related to your excellence and worth as a person. And then when you leave that constructed environment, you fall apart and fail to function in all sorts of ways, because you've built your skills to so completely rely on that environment (while being told this is the best most excellent thing you could do and the best most valuable way to be).

And it basically leaves a person with several options:

1) cling tighter to the structure that validates you. Dedicate yourself to reaffirming that the structure itself is meaningful to reinforce it's ability to impart meaning back to you. Spend your whole life running from failure.

2) realize that you can't keep up with the demands, but construct this as either a personal failing or a failing of the system to train you well enough. Keep seeking sources of validation to replace the hole in your sense of self-worth where being special used to go.

3) realize that the whole thing was kind of a scam from the start. Being ranked is bad. Proving value is bad. Learn to do things and enjoy things without having to be good at them or prove something.

And the thing is that I think option 3 is necessary to actually be at peace with yourself as a person. (And also, it's necessary to find true solidarity with people who were fucked up by the same system on the opposite end, being told they *weren't* good enough. Which is worse. The fact that that's worse doesn't mean I can't or won't talk about how this one sucks, but if you can't acknowledge that that one's worse, I think that's a problem.)

Anyway. Probably I'm barking up entirely the wrong tree, because the whole concept of "gifted burnout" is basically the domain of people who are stuck on option 2. And it's not like I don't see tons of stuff aimed at "it's ok to be bad at things! Enjoy it anyway!" Like that message is very much out there and in ways that I can infer to mean other people are also wrangling with this same stuff.

The problem is. Sometimes I have a problem and this type of framing is the only way I have to get at it. Sometimes I take a class where I accidentally fall into the role of being the Whizz Kid, and it's a weird sort of adrenaline hit, where being Good At The Thing feels really good and important but it takes up too much of my brainspace and I find myself more easily frustrated and it's harder to find contentment. And then I have to unpick that whole thing and walk it back and remind myself that it literally doesn't matter to be good at the thing. It's just a thing and you're just some guy and you can engage with the actual world rather than the abstract field of Showing Off Land. Like it's this whole other plane of social interaction, which may or may not exist - as in, no one else in the room is necessarily there with you, sending or receiving any signals on that frequency - but you can get stuck there. And it feels bad to be stuck there, constantly sending out "look aren't I special?" and getting upset if you don't recieve back enough pings of "wow you're so special." What is this bullshit? I don't want to be that guy. I don't like that it runs so deeply in me that it can be activated by accident.

Sometimes I do something that turns out pretty well and I want to be regular proud of it but I find myself ping-ponging between thinking I'm amazing and unprecedented and thinking that actually it's probably stupid and all sorts of people can do it - and what sort of fucked up value scale is that? It turned out pretty good and that's neat. It doesn't matter how *common* it is, that isn't anything. If it's worth doing it's worth there being plenty of it.

Like it's fine. It's fine. I've learned to recognize it and I know how to combat it so I walk myself back out of it. It just also kind of sucks. And sometimes, I wish I had an easy way to vent about it, without falling into the whole circlejerk of people coming up with backhanded ways to tell each other they're still special enough. Rather than actually deeply accepting that it's ok that you're not any better than other people.

You are just some guy! Huzzah!

[shadoedseptmbr]

Aedan Shepard meets David Anderson because i am wallowing in Ace feels today-

One of the colored papers clutched in her hand, she guides the car into a well lit street, trees filtering light from neat square houses. Her face is throbbing. Her heart, too and it rushes in her ears. The omni pings that she’s reached her destination and she shuts off the car, sucking in a deep breath. A light flicks on in the house just beyond a flat stretch of green, dark and fragrant. She pushes open the door, and hops out and up on the hood. A man, tall and burly. Light brown skin and a shaved head. His knee is wrapped in some sort of brace. He looks shocked and then he squares up and for a minute she wonders if she’s going to die. He looks…dangerous as the light glints in his eyes. She juts her chin out, squares her own shoulders and waves the paper at him…too far away for him to catch her if he lunges. She’ll go for that broke knee first, if he’s faster than he looks. “This for real? This…space thing? They take anyone?” He blinks and his rough, warm voice is layered with surprise. “Is that my car? Kid…where did you…are you hurt?” “Is it real? All I gotta do is sign up for going to space?” She manages to grind out through her teeth. “Yeah..Yes, it’s real. Systems Alliance Navy. And…no, we don’t take just anyone.” He stares at the car. “Did you…hack the onboard system?” “That get me a job in that Navy?” “Kid…it just might.” He looks her over, eyes catching on the dried blood where it ought to blend into her dark red hoodie like he knows what he's looking at, and she steels herself to run. “I’ve… uh, got a pot of soup on the stove. If I go in and bring you out a bowl…you going to be here when I get back?” She blinks at him. “I guess I could eat somethin’, boss.”

[coupangeats]

Working on an Ultrakill Transformers AU, with Cyclonus taking a trip to hell. I'm not really sure if I'll continue it but what I have so far was fun as hell to write, so I thought I'd just post what I've got so far here.

It is less than a week after the extinction of the human race that Cyclonus receives the message.

It is a text-file data transmission, broadcast on every wavelength simultaneously.  short, sharp scream into the barren world. Cyclonus's system auto-accepts, and the file immediately bypasses all of his carefully maintained firewalls to display itself in block capitals in the centre of his HUD. 

MANKIND IS DEAD. BLOOD IS FUEL. HELL IS FULL.

His priority tree immediately overwrites itself, and all attempts to revert changes are met with errors. Like all war machines, Cyclonus uses blood as fuel, and so his system automatically prioritises its ongoing function above all else. If there is blood in hell, that is where he will be forced to go. 

He knows that the humans lead expeditions into hell, knows that they abandoned these due to high mortality rates and low returns. The humans who owned him sometimes discussed the possibility of him being sent there, to see if he would have more success than the human expeditions, but this was around the time when the first machine slaughters were happening around Oceania, so the idea was never more than idle speculation.

They certainly never told him where the mouth of the hell expedition was, the pit humanity bored directly into the mouth of the underworld, but Cyclonus finds that his internal GPS has been helpfully updated with a location marker. A marker that sends out a gentle but insistent ping every 3.5 seconds, and is impossible to remove. Whatever it was that sent out the original message is both extremely insistent and able to remotely hack into Cyclonus's systems without so much as a network connection. Cyclonus runs twenty seven separate diagnostics on his systems, but can't detect anything anomalous. Cyclonus's sytems all cheerfully inform him that he has always had the location marker, and that he should probably really get going now if he wants to make it to hell in good time. 

Having little choice, he starts trudging towards the marker.

The landscape is desolate, silent. Corpses drained of blood lie discarded on the dusty ground, and Cyclonus is the only thing that moves along the rubble.