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taechaos · 4 years ago

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from Textbook Love drabbles

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble(?), smut, college au

synopsis: “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

warnings: slight angst, arguing, dubcon, mild violence

word count: 4.7k

a/n: ima need yall to submit jk gifs cuz it is taking me TOO long to find a good one 👺 not proofread.

The weekend is fun: students’ two days of temporary rest and catching up on their assignments. Jungkook doesn’t concern himself with the latter, but he does enjoy waking up later in the day and lying down on the grass with his arms crossed under his head, bathing in the sun without any worries. It’s peaceful, thinking thoughts of you with dimmed eyes while the breeze gently wafts past him.

But of course, Taehyung wouldn’t let him just enjoy his day without a hint of irritation. Good things never last anyway. He’s sitting in the middle of the field, a hot spot for relaxation, and feels the soil under his palms while observing his surroundings. Yoongi is with them, munching on a few snacks while scrolling through his phone as it quietly plays music.

“The girl at the party,” Taehyung begins before glancing at Jungkook through his sunglasses, “she was alone when I came back. You weren’t around either; did you cum too soon or something? I saw you two kiss.”

“I left,” Jungkook mumbles without opening his eyes.

“Why?”

“I was bored.”

“And where did you go?” he pries.

“None of your business.”

Taehyung scoffs at his dismissal before averting his gaze elsewhere. “I do have a guess.”

“Don’t start,” Yoongi warns him without looking up. The two best friends usually get into arguments in a matter of seconds daily, and Yoongi just wants to spend his day without having to break up a fight. Just this once, he hopes… but hope doesn’t save him.

“I’m just wondering if you actually went all the way back to campus to fuck another girl, who coincidentally also does your homework.” His tone is cool and collected, but it borders on mocking that usually goes unnoticed. He’s been around these two too long for them to miss, however. Yoongi sighs, dreading the response already.

Jungkook sits up on his elbows with a glare directed towards Taehyung. “How’s your ex holding up, Tae? You think she cheated on another guy yet?”

Neither of the two friends have a filter around them, no consideration for their words as they apathetically insult one another; but Jungkook can go too far, especially by bringing up old wounds.

Taehyung was in a toxic relationship with his first girlfriend of two years, which took a huge toll on his mindset. Constant infidelity, endless forgiving, make up sex and catching her with another man after: a cycle that went on for over 24 months. The concept of love became tainted in his eyes, no longer interacting with the opposite gender if not to get laid, and Jungkook’s commensalistic - rather parasitic - relationship doesn’t disprove his hateful ideology. Love only consists of two people: a host who provides, and the parasite that selfishly takes it all.

But he isn’t over the pain that lasted a year after the break up, which was shamelessly executed by the parasite: his former girlfriend. It took a lot of trust to open up about it to his friends, and it lifted a heavy weight off of his chest. Only this year did he stop thinking about her, until Jungkook asked about her so casually. It stings his heart only for a second, and he scoffs as Yoongi intervenes, “Both of you need to shut the fuck up.”

“If you guys want to talk about my relationships, then don’t get all whiny when I talk about yours.”

Taehyung swallows his pride and confidently answers, “I don’t know, Jungkook. I hear she’s doing well, but no information on her boyfriends. Your turn: what’s going on with that nerd?”

“Elaborate.”

“Are you two dating?” Yoongi asks exhaustedly. They just keep taking every opportunity to annoy each other, and it’s even overwhelming him at this point.

Rolling his neck side to side in thought, Jungkook takes a moment to answer, “No.”

“Bullshit,” Taehyung spits. “You know what? Let’s just move on. I’m sure I could get proper answers from someone else.”

“If you have a death wish, that is,” he warns with a slight seethe before lying back down.

He doesn’t respond and hides a smirk, a couple having a romantic picnic ahead of him from a distance. He watches them for a few seconds before muttering to himself, “It’s not going to be my death.”

Yoongi and Jungkook chill on their own after Taehyung leaves. He’s roaming the campus in hopes of finding that one girl who is always wearing some school skirt and working 24/7 to find out what is so special about her. Jungkook might think he doesn’t notice them interacting, but behind that airhead facade, he’s observant. It’s not that big of a fucking secret either, they’re not deliberately hiding their strangely beneficial friendship or whatever. You stick out like a sore thumb in the yard, though there’s not many people to tell you apart from anyway.

He approaches you rather slowly, inspecting your figure first before meeting you. Your posture is straight and composed, fingers quickly typing away on your keyboard without even looking at them. You look so serious to him, a contrast to the radiant butterflies flying past you in such a bright environment. He wonders if you ever procrastinate or take breaks, and most importantly, how someone that appears so smart has fallen into such an obvious trap set by his best friend of all people.

His hands are in his pockets as he speaks his first words to you. “Hi, I’m Taehyung.”

Your reaction is instant: a quick look at him and you’re already frowning. “I’m Jungkook’s best friend,” he adds in case you’ve seen him around before.

“I don’t know you.” And with that distant reply, you return to your essay. If meeting Jimin has taught you anything, it’s that you can’t trust anyone who claims to know your lover. They are just using it against you…

“Well, shit,” he laughs, “I didn’t realize you were so cold.” Your eyes don’t waver from your screen, so he tries another approach: “Are you the girl Jungkook left the party a few days back for?”

Your ears perk up in his direction, but you don’t show it. But he notices the pause in your taps before you continue typing, and he holds that against you. He takes a seat across from you, and your laptop covers your face from him. “I just wanted to meet the person that’s got him whipped enough to get high and run off to them.” You bite down on a smile and prolong your silence. “I guess I’ll talk to you when you’re not busy.”

He stands up just as you tell him, “Wait, no, I’m not busy.” You close your laptop mid-way before hesitating, but slam it shut nonetheless. “Sorry.”

“You’re good.” He sits back down and clasps his hands on the table. “So what’s going on between you and him? He refuses to tell me, as if you’re his little secret.”

You shyly look down at your flats and twiddle your fingers on your lap. “We’re together… but he is very mysterious.”

It’s a good thing you don’t glance at him to hide your blush, because he’s a little skeptical. He puckers his lips and furrows his brows but controls his expression when you look up. He mentally curses for taking longer than a few seconds to respond; it’s suspicious. “I know right? I don’t know why he’s so reluctant to talk about you. You’re a total sweetheart.”

Approval from Jungkook’s friend: check. Will he like you more if you get along with his friends? The thought excites you, because at least this is someone he likes, unlike Jimin. “Thank you,” you shy a smile. “Um…”

You’re awkward: not Jungkook’s type, Taehyung notes. You’re obviously the host... “So is this a fling, or are you two serious?”

“We’re serious!” you immediately answer. “I love him, and he recently told me he loves me too. He used to kiss me for doing his homework, but now he does it out of nowhere.”

Wow… romantic. He suppresses a chuckle because he doesn’t want to laugh in your face, not when you’re so cute when you talk about him. Your eyes light up with a gleam, a lovesick smile gracing your face and now desperate to befriend him. You look like him when he was supposedly in love. You’re serious about Jungkook, but for how long? Especially when the other side of the relationship is not so committed. It should be mutual: with two hosts.

“Yeah?” he acts interested and raises his sunglasses up to his hair. “How does he act around you?”

“Well,” you start gushing, “he is a little closed off with his emotions.” True. “He doesn’t like me talking to other guys.” Ooh, interesting. “He can’t stand being ignored,” you chuckle. Can he now? “And… he is so cute when he’s jealous. He has this glare whenever I don’t give him enough attention, but he would never admit it. He likes being intimate with me, likes it when I reassure him. He never says it out loud though, I can just tell by looking at him. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, never fell in love with someone until I met Jungkook. I just want to make him happy because he used to look so sad when I watched him from afar.” A hopeless romantic.

Maybe if you didn’t sound so genuine and innocent, he would’ve made fun of you. But he just feels pity for someone who is so giving to someone who gives back so little. You don’t deserve it; don’t deserve to stay up working on so many assignments; don’t deserve to not have any hobbies; don’t deserve to be so unloved. You are pathetic, but it doesn’t turn him off.

Taehyung is a host too.

He clears his throat at the unexpected stirring emotions in his heart, “What do you love about him? Do you like being treated like shit or something?”

“He doesn’t treat me badly! He is like a light switch, you know? He doesn’t know how to act, sometimes sweet and sometimes… a little mean. I love him for his pure heart, and I believe that we are similar in a lot of ways.”

Taehyung can’t contain his snort. Similar? You are opposites. You are similar to him, not Jungkook. He feels… jealous. The pairing is just so ridiculous and flawed, but you’re neither of the two; you are just good. Taehyung can be good too. “So, what’s your Instagram user?”

The lack of commentary and escalation of the topic catches you off guard. It’s a distraction. “I don’t have an account,” you reply in confusion.

“Wow, I’d expect you to cyberstalk Jungkook on there,” he jokes with a laugh.

“He has an Instagram?”

He purses his lips, his grin faltering as he nods. He takes out his phone from his pocket to show you the account, and holds it in your face. Your lips part as you gently take it from him, curiously inspecting the collage of images.

“He plays the guitar?” you ask in awe. You click on each picture to zoom in on them, and your heart jumps upon seeing his selfies while Taehyung hums. He is gorgeous in your eyes, and you want to keep up with his posts in hopes of seeing another selfie. These are hidden gems that Taehyung had the courtesy of providing to you.

“He’s learning,” Taehyung says, “you should sign up and post some pictures as well. You’re really cute.” His cheeky compliment makes you happy; he is basically giving you his blessing!

“Thank you, and you’re right,” you chirp, “I will make an account after I finish this essay. Want to take a picture with me?”

It’s safe to assume that Jungkook wouldn’t mind you talking to his best friend, so why not expand your social circle? You’ll be more involved with his life this way. Taehyung stammers slightly before agreeing. He switches benches to sit next to you while you rummage through your backpack to find your phone. He finds it strangely endearing how you hold it, using your index finger to swipe between apps to find the camera. It almost stings his heart that you’re so old-schooled in a cute way. Once you angle it above you with your arm stretched out to your left, Taehyung appears to be behind you as he lowers his glasses. You smile brightly into the lens while he cutely puckers his lips.

Click.

“Are you wearing perfume?” he asks before he can stop himself. Your scent tickles his nostrils sweetly, and he doesn’t know why he’s noticing so much about you or holding a conversation with a woman without being naked. It’s been a hot minute since Taehyung’s had such a platonic interaction, and it shouldn’t feel this nice. He shouldn’t want to continue it through social media either.

“Yes! Do you smell strawberries? I noticed Jungkook eating them before, so I use just about anything strawberry scented. Lotion, shampoo, shower gel…”

He tunes you out as you gush and focuses on the smooth movement of your lips. You’re too good, and Taehyung knows he isn’t the best person but at least he’s not as bad as Jungkook. I shouldn’t think like this… but am I wrong? He will break your heart. What if it’s the right time to intervene to save you from that misery, and be a friend to both of you? He doesn’t want you to fall apart and be completely crushed right in front of his eyes, not when he just witnessed how childishly happy and naive you are. It wouldn’t be fair to you, nor to the life lesson he was taught years ago.

And he then notices that you're wearing strawberry lip balm.

“Jungkook kis-” -sed someone else before coming to you. You hum and tilt your head at his interruption, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Jungkook… does love strawberries.”

Though your work ethics are questionable for how exhausting they are, it gets the job done sooner. The moment you’re assigned a task, you do it, regardless of if it’s yours or Jungkook's. Saturday evening and Sunday are free for you, so you spend your time outside after leaving your backpack in your dorm. You think you look silly, taking pictures of anything you find interesting to post on Instagram. You made an account, but it appears like a bot with its empty feed. Jungkook enjoys doing this, so you want to try it as well.

You don’t stray far from campus because you’d easily get lost, and your gallery looks boring to you. The only decent photo you have is with Taehyung, but you want to post a picture with Jungkook before anyone else. You grumble under your breath while walking back to the dormitory building. You look through Jungkook’s posts again as you do so with a smile.

A heavy arm slings over your shoulder and hitches your breath just as the culprit says, “What’s the rush?” He doesn’t even look at you, and you wonder if he recognized you from your clothes after coming up from behind you.

“Jungkookie!” you cheer excitedly. He glances at you and quirks a brow at the nickname. His eyes then trail to your lit up phone and snatches it from you, which you don’t fight against.

“You’re stalking me?” He scrolls through his profile from your phone and smirks before stating, “I didn’t know you had an Insta.” The both of you enter the building with his arm still wrapped around you, which flutters your heart.

“I made one today, since you use it.” He exits his profile to look at yours. You’re in the elevator as you inform, “Taehyung told me.”

A pause, then a click. Jungkook snapped a photo of you when you pressed the button of your floor. “Pretty,” he comments while looking at your candid shot. You’re flattered and also happy that he’s joining your trip to your dorm. He hasn’t said a word of protest and takes the lead in going to your room. “What else?”

“Hm?”

“What else did he tell you?”

You rack your brain to remember anything significant to tell him. It was a long conversation: getting to know each other and more about Jungkook. “He told me you have an Instagram, then asked for my perfume, and then we talked about your love for strawberries-”

“Your perfume? Why was Instagram even brought up?” he presses, stopping in front of your door.

You take out your keycard and shrug while swiping, “He asked for mine.”

The dorm is empty when you enter and sit on the edge of your bed. It’s very hard to not grin when you’re around Jungkook, but he doesn’t seem to care as he looks through your gallery. “Can we take a picture together?” you peep hopefully.

“Of course,” he murmurs absentmindedly, intently staring at your phone. “We’ll take many pictures,” he looks up at you before leveling with the camera, “pose.”

You aren’t very educated on the art of posing per se, so you imitate the peace sign you saw him do with a wide smile and a hand on the bed. He is neutral when he snaps a picture with a shutter.

“I want you to be in it.”

He drags his eyes away from the screen and his blank expression intimidates you. “Whose idea was it for you to make an account?”

“Um… Taehyung, why?” You lay your hands on your lap at the growing tension.

Taehyung went to this extent to get a reaction out of him? Is it possible that he’s this obnoxious? Or perhaps another motive…?

“I-Is he not your friend?”

Jungkook breaks his silence of thoughts with a scoff, “Oh, only the best.” You sigh in relief, though he says it with menace. Taehyung was curious about his relationship, not about your social media. He forcefully pushes you down on the bed and you hold back a gasp as he wraps his finger around your neck in a light chokehold with a thumb on your nether lip. Click. He then lowers his hand to your thigh, hiding half of it under your skirt with a gentle grap. Click.

Your cheeks flush at the compromising photos he’s taking and you nervously ask, “A-Am I going to post these?”

“Shut up.”

You seal your lips shut and he flips you on your stomach, palming your covered ass with your side profile in the frame, and another shutter resounds in the room. “Sit up.” You follow his command and turn around to face him. He pushes your hair to your back and his mouth latches onto your neck. He’s biting you while sucking on your flesh, and you release a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue swirling on the sensitive skin. It hurts, but you don’t complain and try to make sense of the growing arousal in your lower region. He only pulls away after half a minute and you’re confused by the satisfied smirk on his face while eyeing the result. He angles your jaw to expose your neck better and snaps another photo. “These are all going on your account.”

At your nod of submission, he starts unbuttoning your shirt. “You’re prettier with a mark. My mark.” Your body tingles at the compliment and you help him undress yourself by unbuttoning the ends. “Take off your skirt,” he demands as he slips off his shirt with ease. All of your clothes go off one by one as he does the same, and you don’t have the time to feel shy as his lips collide so roughly with yours that you’re pressed down against the mattress again. You still haven’t gotten the hang of making out, but it doesn’t matter with Jungkook because although it flows naturally, he also takes complete control over you. He’s not gentle, not with the way his teeth clash against yours and tongue leaving trails of saliva all over your mouth. Your toes curl with desire and anticipation, and you tug at his briefs that outline his erection. The feeling of his warm breath on you silences all your thoughts and you can only react on primal instincts.

His crotch brushes against your bare folds, slick with your leaking wetness. Kissing him this passionately always leaves you feeling needy, and it embarrasses you that you get turned on so easily. But you don’t realize that is his intention as he glides his fingers all over your labia, making sure you’re ready to take all of him.

Kissing you this passionately always leaves him feeling horny, and it’s apparent with his cock begging to be taken out of the restraints of his underwear. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but your lips are numb when he pulls away to position himself in your entrance. He doesn’t prepare you, but he doesn’t rush himself either as he painfully slowly enters you. You hold your breath and gawn on your swollen lip, moans catching in your throat and leaving as high-pitched hums. He sighs at the feeling of your pulsating walls. “God… always so tight. Don’t you ever touch yourself?”

He bottoms out and you whimper shakily at how full you are. The fact that he fits you like a puzzle piece convinces you that he’s your forever, your meant to be. Even with your lack of experience with other men, you believe no one can make you feel this dreamy. And to think he’s all yours now… “I-I don’t. I only want to do it with you.”

The atmosphere is so fragile, so romantic. It’s not your delusion this time, because he feels it too and it makes his heartbeat sync with yours: unsteady and rapid. And in the heat of the moment, he reveals, “I think I’m in love with you.”

A whine leaves you, so loud that it can’t be achieved with touch but with his words. It’s the utmost pleasure, and when he realizes what he said, he sets a rushed pace to distract himself from the embarrassment of pouring his feelings. You don’t allow him to forget as you echo, “I’m in love with you too.”

“No, no,” he denies with a shake of his head and it emits more love confessions out of you in a chain of ‘I love you’s, and he grunts, “Stop. Shut up!” He pins your forearms on either side of your head in a bruisening grip and thrusts into you harder. You have no choice but to scream in pleasure, unable to form coherent words when he’s practically fucking your brains out.

His feelings of humiliation translate to his actions: he pushes himself down to the hilt, throbbing with lust but doesn’t chase his high. He doesn’t want you to talk, not when he’s blushing for more than one reason, so he ignores the contraction of his muscles and just fucks you until he can’t anymore, hypnotized by the bounce of your tits.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s so desperate, hitting your most sensitive spot with every thrust and making your eyes screw back. Neither of you can think, so loud and reckless until you reach your climax. It’s core shaking, as you cry out his name and tremble with stimulation. He’s never seen this expression on your face, one so twisted in pleasure and looking so erotic. It comes as a surprise and in the form of a punch in the gut as he savours your appearance before cumming inside you with a groan. A slip-up, a mistake, but he doesn’t care as he paints your walls in white, his load filling you up.

And he can’t regret it when he pulls out, because the drizzle of his cum spilling out of your pussy easily becomes his favorite sight. “Shit,” he whispers as more and more drips while you twitch and spasm from your orgasm. You don’t even realize what he’s done, and that makes his chest swell with pride; the most level-headed woman he knows is leaking with his release and stupidly doesn’t spare it a thought. And with that hickey on your neck? “You look fucking gorgeous,” he exhales. A bashful smile stretches across your face with eyes still tightly shut, and you don’t notice him grab your phone on the other side of the bed to take a picture of your stained pussy.

“This one is for me,” he mutters to himself. Click.

After posting the softcore photos on your account and tagging himself in them, as well as a note of a pharmacy’s address across campus with a label written for you to get two separate contraceptives as an emergency and for your next creampie, he leaves your dorm. You fell asleep on him, and though he had wanted to join you, he decided to collect his scrambled thoughts and go to Taehyung’s dorm first. He isn’t livid, but he has a few questions to ask.

He’s playing cards with Yoongi, Taehyung’s roommate, as he patiently waits for his arrival. “What’s wrong about asking for her Instagram, though?” Yoongi asks before drawing out a card of ace. “Isn’t she our friend by association anyway?”

“It’s suspicious,” Jungkook murmurs while inspecting his deck. “Have you ever seen Taehyung with a girl before? As friends? He’s clearly trying to fuck her.”

Yoongi stifles a laugh, “That’s a reach. Besides, you two have shared a girl before. Are you actually dating her?”

Shuffling is heard behind the door until it swings open as Taehyung enters. “Kookie! What are you doing here?” He throws his keycard on his bed before hopping on Yoongi’s to watch their game.

It’s strained, Jungkook notices. His excitement is forced; why? “I came here for you,” he states bluntly. “A little birdie told me you’ve been talking to someone who belongs to me.”

“I didn’t realize she was your diary,” he tries to lighten the mood with a joke. “What’s the deal anyway? You said you weren’t dating her.”

Yoongi collects the deck of cards after Jungkook drops them, and shuffles them while eavesdropping. He’s sitting cross-legged across from Jungkook, and Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bed next to him with his body turned sideways.

“I also said that unless you have a death wish, don’t talk to her,” he grits. “And asking for her social media? Are you into her now?”

Taehyung merely shrugs. “I thought she was pretty chill. I don’t know why you’re so mad.”

“She obviously means something to him, so I think you should just respect that, Taehyung,” Yoongi voices his thoughts while leafing the cards. Jungkook looks to the side and pokes the inner cheek of his mouth with his tongue but doesn’t argue.

“I think he’s just using her.” Jungkook’s reaction is instant as Taehyung’s nose instantly starts to bleed from the impact of his fist. Yoongi doesn’t look up. He holds a hand over his injury with a hiss and continues, “Really, Kook? A little too much, don’t you think?”

“Less than enough,” Jungkook fumes, “I like her, and she likes me. Just fucking leave it at that.”

“Couple of the year,” Taehyung chuckles mockingly, “I give it two days.” He stands up before Jungkook can hit him again. “Can’t wait to console her after your break-up, maybe she’ll fall in love with me next.”

Jungkook starts chasing him around the room as Taehyung runs without stopping his provocation. “Why so upset Jungkook? Do you see it happening too? I’m already imagining how tight-”

“You should leave, Jungkook.” Neither of them listen to Yoongi, so he yells, “Jungkook, leave!”

A moment of deafening silence passes as both of them pause to catch their breaths. “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jungkook spits with a heaving chest. “She’s loyal to me, but I’m sure you’re not familiar with that concept. No wonder your relationships only last one night.” With a final glare, he leaves as told to return to you. The only thing he needs right now is one more ‘I love you’ from you, as much as he hates it. Maybe he’s cruel, but he doesn’t know anyone who isn’t aside from you.

Maybe Taehyung is just as cruel, fantasizing about all the ways he could be better for you before drifting off to sleep with a bandage over his wounded nose. He can just be a friend to both of you… he can be good too…

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Pt. 10

a/n: based on this post uwu

okayokayokayyeyyy

LOOOK I LOVE THIS SCENE LIKE I CAN GO ON A RANT OF HOW IMPORTANT THIS SCENE IS LIKE SKDJSLDKKSSM

okay so

yuhhhhhh

the way this is set up is basically seijoh simping for you

also they have their own separate gc just for them bc they dont want you to see them just simping for you

even tho oiks ltr does that everyday

but hes not ready for that conversation

there was a few times that you were kinda curious as to what was in the chat

but they would click off and they would blush before diverting you to a different conversation

this might sound hella weird and creepy

idk bout yall but i think its cute that they take random pictures of you doing the sinplest things

this all started bc of one picture

from baby aki-kun

so basically you stayed behind with kunimi during monday to just study and you sat in front of him while sharing his desk

babie took a pic of you just studying and he sent it to the gc with no context

its a known fact that seijoh doesnt practice during mondays so they were all doing something out of school

but they were all missing you so seeing you with kunimi fueled jealousy in everyone

even kyo

oikawa blew up in the chat and was keyboard smashing

the others were just teasing him like hes lucky youre with him

but behind the screen, they were blushing and red and envious and AAAAA

thus spurred on some sort of competition

like they would send the chat pictures of you like 'hA TAKE THAT SHES WITH ME'

unbeknowst to you, these boys have folders of just cute candid pics of you

oikawas insta is filled of you and his snap is full of you in his story and his tiktok is full of screaming simp rants about you

the tiktok comments are all like,

‘IS SHE YOUR GIRLFRIEND?!’

‘OIKAWA-SAN SHES ADORABLE’

‘BACK🤺OFF🤺OIKAWA🤺I🤺CALLED🤺DIBS🤺ON🤺HER🤺FIRST🤺‘

random ones like him doing a day in my life type of vids and you appearing and everyone can just see the small blush on his face and the bashful yet happy smile on his lips

its really adorable

but the real ones know that shes been appearing in his insta since day 1

moilk.bread.1

thats practically your account now

welll,,,

its more of a fan account for you and a lot of people from aoba johsai follow that account since you dont have an official one yet so they all simp for you there

the pictures were all from everyone like the boyz group chat was a haven for your candids

you did think it was strange that the boys would constantly ask to take pictures with you and everyone was just trying to get a pic to have aesthetic couple pics w you

and they would put it as their wallpaper or lockscreen

IMAGINE THE BLUSH THEY WOULD GET WHEN COMPLETE STRANGERS WOULD ASK THEM IF THATS THEIR GIRLFRIEND

oooo i mentioned this in the post too that iwa and you went to the gym and you guys took a mirror pic

after, you didnt really like the gym bc its just hard yanno?

iwa went back and while he was setting up his weights and equipments, his gym buddy noticed his phone light up causing your picture to show up

'oh? is that your girlfriend, iwaizumi?'

duh he doesnt have a girlfriend so he was like 🤨 until he saw his phone

the lockscreen was blaringly bright and your 'couple pic' was showing with the notifications

totally not oikawa blowing up their group chat bc he was with you

ofc babie hajime got all flustered and he blushed before shaking his head

'n-no'

he mumbled and his buddy laughed before clapping his back

'well, you obviously like her so do somethinf about it before someone does'

dont you think he doesnt know that?

also with mattsun!

this mans works in a cute cafe that this old granny owns and this thought has been living in my head rent free

and he was working during the weekend at the cafe

there were other people there but granny loves him bc hes been working there sibce he was like 15 and she took care of him a lot

he was like a grandson

so while he was serving, this granny was manning the cashier and checking people out

issei's phone was there on the table behind the counter and it started glowing at the indication of the messages being received

'have a nice day-oh!'

she noticed it right there and she saw the picture on his lockscreen

you were probably being carried by him due to your levelness with his height and you were kissing his cheek while issei smiled brightly

that was a picture you both took during an outing at the mall and the sunset behind you was just perfect to take a picture in

poor granny was like 'oop dont look at the messages' so she turned it over to not go to his privacy

there again you were

it was a polaroid of you two and he was backhugging you at school

hint? 👀

askldfjlsdkf

she knew issei was a very handsome young man so there shouldnt have been a surprise that he would be dating someone

can we name this granny?

granny inko lol

okay so granny inko saw issei coming over to rest the serving board thing and she beckoned him over

mattsun nodded and leaned over the counter to see what she wanted only to be greeted with a flick to the forehead

‘oW what was that for?’

he whined while holding the spot

granny inko tutted disapprovingly before crossing her arms

‘youve been working all week this week when you could’ve taken time off to spend it with your pretty lady. is this how men are nowadays? didn’t i teach you right to treat women properly?’

duh baby mattsun was confused like O_O

‘wha?’

his dumb question made her grab the phone and place it on the counter in front of him

‘your girlfriend, child. women need attention constantly and as much as you want that money, is it worth losing that smile full of happiness?’

okay stop it granny im getting emotional

more like disagreeing bc that wouldnt put food on the table BUT ANYWAYS

baby issei was surprisingly embarassed and scratched his neck

‘um,, baa-chan,,,,, she’s not my girlfriend’

he flustered and gave her an awkward smile

granny inko shot him a confused look and tapped the phone

‘well, she looks like she is. and if not, better hurry your move, boy. girls that make men happy like that only comes as rare as a good scratch ticket’

LMAO

i do not encourage gambling so please save your money kids

you know what

these boys do that just to actually feel like it

okay thats confusing so imma explain it in greater detail

whenever someone mistakes you as their girlfriend, it makes them feel like you are for that split second and its just an addicting feeling

its like what if you were their girlfriend?

i mean, youre already the whole team’s girlfriend but theyre greedy brats and just want you for themselves

ohohohohoh

kyo!!

kyo def has a selfie of you both with the doggie filter but it was actually you who took it while he was just staring at you in the background

that was his lockscreen for like the rest of his high school career

lol

anyways!!

he was actually in a fight and during it, his phone fell off to the ground and conveniently oikawa messaged causing it to light up

one of the thugs had their hands gripping kyo’s collar and was pushing him against the wall while the others were surrounding them

they saw the phone flash and kyo cursed at the terrible timing and he made a mental note on killing oikawa later

a guy picked it up and he smirked, seeing the pretty smile of a pretty girl

‘heh? whats this?’

kyotani pushed the guy who was holding him but other two surged towards him and held him tighter

their leader snatched the device and chuckled

‘oh. its that bitch from his school. what is it’

he snaps his fingers as he tries to remember before stopping

‘aha! l/n y/n!’

kyo growled

‘shut up!’

the guy grinned at him and tapped the phone against kyo’s chin

‘oh yea. i heard shes a cutie. most people here know her, kid. now we know shes connected to you and guess what. you cross us again, she’ll take your place as you are right now. orrrr, we can,,, use her as our pet. thats how she is in your team, right? so let us have a turn. maybe we can send you a pic, hm?’

yea no that wasnt happening

kyotani easily beat those people up after because even just saying that unleashes power he didnt know he had

‘bastard. youre lucky this is just a warning. you touch her and i will kill you’

he landed one last kick on the guy’s face before taking the phone and leaving

now he has to figure out how to hide the bruises

you fussed later and he didnt tell you the reason instead just saying they said something that made him angry

nah

you were a person he didnt want to disappoint and he knows how much it hurts you to see him in that state

that was one of the things he hated but loved at the same time

you were such an empath that you would treat him and wince as if you were the one feeling the pain instead of him

and it made him feel special

you were one of the few things he holds close and he would be damned if anything happened to you because of him

the group chat was actually just blowing up with more screaming and the third years yelling at each other with the first years just casually reading the texts

they were used to the arguments within the team and you would remain so naive with the whole thing

kunimi is the type to keep silent and he didnt really care about anyone getting angry if you were spending time with him

but he does get annoyed if you were with kindaichi because you three were a package lol

like when kindaichi and you were at the arcade, this kid walked all the way there just because he didnt want kindaichi to hog you to himself

duh you thought this was adorable and endearing bc they wanted to hang out w you

no LUV theyre greedy brats who gets jealous over yOU

so like i mentioned before that you and makki would walk over to the bakery and you guys would buy food there and such

and its also canon in here that makki only shares his food with you and no one else lol

why?

because when you eat the puffs, you put one in each cheek and it makes you look so adorable like a squirrel

sorry but squirrels are so cute like AAAAA

makki takes so many pictures of you and a lot are surprise shots where your eyes would be wide with cheeks full of food

aaaaa so cute

like you and makki sat down on a bench in the park across the bakery and you excitedly dug in to your own treat

makki chuckled at your excitement but he placed his hand on you arm to stop you

‘y/n-chan. say aaa’

you lit up and let him put the puff in your mouth and thought he was done but was surprised when there were two

you happily chewed it and went back to looking at your treats

but makki interrupted you again by calling you out

‘princess~’

the nickname made your eyes widen with red painting your cheeks and the shutter of the camera made you realize what he did

‘makki-senpai!’

you whined and he laughed

makki had a lovestruck smile on his face and he wiped the bit of creme on the corner of your lip

‘gotta take care of my princess~’

STOPPPPP MY HEART? GONE MY SOUL? GONE HOTEL? TRIVAGO

OH MY GOD IM IN SUCH A MAKKI AND MATTSUN AND IWA AND OIKAWA AND THIRD YEARS IN GENERAL BRAIN ROT PLEASE HELP

but we gotta give love to the second years :’)

ive mentioned that watari is the only person to ever go into your house right?

well, he comes over to cook and such so you guys spend time making food for the team

watari takes this opportunity to take pictures of you cooking and the group chat cries bc its so domestic and they all start having the same thoughts

they really said seijoh braincells

it was like seeing a glimpse of a possible future for them

you, wearing an apron, cooking on the stove with your hair thrown in whatever with baggy clothes

gosh

thats like you someday being their wife and waking up one morning to see you there cooking in the kitchen

oikawa swears he had a dream that night because of that picture and he continuously thanks watari for YEARS because of that picture

okay are you curious about the dream?

yuhhh

oikawa woke up in an unfamiliar bed in a foreign room

he felt his bones crack when he stretched and his hand extended out to a side that was still quite warm

somebody must be sleeping next to him

then he stood up, catching his reflection in the mirror in front of the bed

;)

why would there be a mirror there hmmmm????

ANYWAYS

he noticed he had a bigger build and his hair was longer

then came the itch of the facial hair that he swore wasnt there a minute ago

this guy even checked out his butt and to his surprise, wow

obviously he was confused and a part of him thought this was the future

tooru walked to the door to go into the hallway and concluded, yep, this was not his house

then he heard music being played somewhere and a mixture of voices coming from a room

sounded like a woman and children

he stops at the top of the stairs, suddenly hit of the thought that this voice was so familiar

‘hm?’

tooru walked downstairs and stopped when down the hallway in front of the steps led to the kitchen where the voices seemed to lead to

‘mama! mama! mama! toast! i wan toast!’

‘in a bit, darling. just let me finish flipping the pancake’

the song was lo-fi with the volume being turned low enough to hear the voices fine

tooru wandered down the hallway and he stopped, finally seeing the owners of those voices

there was a handsome little boy sitting on the chair by the island and his brown hair was a mess of wild curls

there was a woman with h/c hair swaying to the tune and a beautiful little girl curled up in her arms while sitting on her hip

‘hey’

oikawa spoke out and caught everyone’s attention

‘papa’s awake!’

‘pa!’

‘hello tooru’

tooru froze

that was you

he knows it’s you

‘y/n-chan’

he whispered and you looked back at him from the pan

‘yes? if youre looking for coffee, we ran out apparently’

that was not what he was talking about

he hastily walked over to the boy and he blinked rapidly

‘you look like me’

he mumbled and the child grinned

‘eung! papa and yozo look the same! mama and nana say so!’

yozo?

feeling like all the attention was on him, the little girl whined and her hands made grabby motions to him

‘pa pa’

she whined and tooru just felt something in him that screamed to hold the kid

you shushed the little girl

‘dont worry, looney loon. papa’s right there’

loon?

tooru stayed frozen at his spot and you raised an eyebrow at him

‘tooru? luna wants you’

luna

that snapped him out of his trance and he held the little girl in his arms where she smiled at him and then he felt tears welling up in his eyes

then he woke up

okay sorry that was a long dream

so this dragged on for so long already okay

this was only meant to be small but aaaaa i couldnt help itt!!!!

but anyways!

the boys are just simps for you and theyre creeps that take pictures of you and they think about you all the time pls accept their love

also a mild continuation of the dream:

oikawa was holding luna and she was happily laying there when another figure emerged from the hallway

‘iwa-chan?’

he asked, surprised

what was he doing here?

iwa heard his name and grunted before going to a beeline for you

you smiled at him and he leaned in to give you a kiss to which oikawa froze in

iwa noticed his best friend holding his daughter and luna saw her father there

‘daddy!’

she shrieked and tooru blanched

‘uh, what?’

iwa extended his hands out to hold the girl but tooru held her tightly and leaned back

haji narrowed his eyes

‘um, give me my daughter, oikawa’

he grumbled and tooru shook his head

‘no! shes my daughter!’

you blinked

‘your god daughter, yes. but she’s half of your best friend, tooru’

half of his-

god? daughter?

‘so that means-’

‘piece it together, oikawa. did ya get brain damage or something? babe, call the doctor’

oikawa screamed

a/n: lol look WHO ROSE FROM THE GRAVEEEEEEE :) anyways. i really want to deeply apologize to everyone for taking an unexpected break and i shouldve told you guys and im really sorry :( everythings just chaotic lmao and im just like taking a breath for a second uwu and im so AMAZED at how many people still follow me even tho ive been gone for so long like bls yall are real ones :’) i love you all and the req box is still closed at this time as i need to finish the ones i have first soo thankyou for reading thiss and hopefully ill update soonerr!!! :)))

also not me completely messing up my kuws and missing 8 and 9 in my masterlist and having a mindblowing realization that i have 10 keeping up with seijoh fics

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aliwritesfic · 4 years ago

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The Night Shift part 11 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

WC: 3.3k

AN: Yall I'm so sorry this took ages to be updated, my laptop screen broke and the repair place had to wait over a week for a new one, I hope the end of this part makes up for it <3 Parts will also be slower to come out as I'm starting my next semester of uni on Monday and that's going to take up a large chunk of my time, but I'm still going to try and put out a new part at least once a week

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Friday arrived far too quickly for Frankie’s liking. So quickly he had gotten himself into a routine of being with you, and it felt like it was being ripped away from him. Of course, he knew that it would happen, he hadn’t deluded himself into thinking it wouldn’t, but still . . . still he had grown so used to your presence that when it was finally time to “get your shit from that ugly ass motherfucker” (Will’s words, not his), he felt almost depressed.

You were perched on his couch when he woke up late Friday morning, a cup of steaming coffee clutched in your hand, your gaze fixed absently on a point on the wall. He called your name gently, not wanting to scare you. You blinked a couple times, as if coming out of a trance. He knew the look well.

“Didn’t sleep?” he poured himself a cup and sat down next to you. You shook your head.

“Not great. I think an hour, maybe. But like, really shitty sleep.”

“Not fully asleep but not fully awake?” Frankie suggested, having become very accustomed to the feeling during his military time. You nodded, giving him a tired smile. He understood your exhaustion. You had spent every waking moment stressed about the move, online shopping to replace the things that you were leaving at Kurt’s, and then stressing some more. You had picked up the keys on Wednesday and Frankie had gone with you to check the place out.

It was a bright, airy place, seven floors up with huge windows and a tiny balcony off the living area. Frankie had noticed your eyes shining as you took it all in, almost like you couldn’t believe it was yours. You had wiped away a tear, taking in the view of the lake by the apartment complex.

Frankie had come with his measuring tape and notebook from his mechanic days. He measured each room, each alcove where a piece of furniture would sit, and wrote them down diligently with a messy scrawl on a page labelled with your name.

When you had gotten back to his place, you set to work writing down a list of what was yours and what you needed to replace. At the top of that list was a bed, heavily underlined and circled.

“The bed’s mine, technically,” you explained as you clicked on a display photo of a wrought iron bed frame, “but he can keep it. I want a fresh start, and I think I need a new bed to do that.”

“Makes sense,” Frankie said sitting down beside you, “is that the one you’re going with?”

You had nodded, clicking add to cart. The store had next day delivery, and for a small fee would even build the bed for you. You opted for this, despite Frankie’s protests.

“Please, you’re doing so much already, and putting my whole bed together for me . . . it feels like a very unfair trade,” you told him firmly. Once again, your stubbornness had won over. Frankie, rather grudgingly, had to admit to himself that the delivery people were much quicker than he would’ve been at assembling the bed frame, especially after he had taken a quick look at the instructions.

He wasn’t about to tell you that though.

It was almost midday when a knock sounded on his door, followed by the three men he called brothers piling into his kitchen. You emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and a shy smile on your face. It struck Frankie that this was the first time you were meeting these guys, truly meeting them without the inclusion of alcohol.

“You’re all really excellent for helping me with this,” you said fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. You had opted for long sleeves throughout the whole week. “Sorry you have to give up your Friday for this.”

Benny was the first one to make a move. He strode forward and enveloped you in a tight hug. Frankie could see the initial shock on your face before it was replaced by a hesitant kind of happiness.

“You like Taylor Swift?” he asked, and you nodded. Benny craned his neck to look at Frankie. “She’s riding with me, if that’s okay?” he turned back to you and you nodded again. Benny grinned and whispered something in your ear, causing you to snort out a laugh.

Santi stood beside Frankie and pressed an envelope into his hands.

“The photo,” he explained. “Again, remember I have several copies, so if you plan on destroying this one, imagine it like a hydra.” Frankie rolled his eyes and put the envelope in his back pocket. You were too busy chatting with Benny and Will to notice, and he was glad. He wanted to surprise you with the photo when you needed it.

Benny and Will had taken a particular soft spot for you since Frankie gave them the bare-bones rundown of how Kurt had treated you. Frankie noticed it now, in how Will stood like your own personal bodyguard, in how Benny had slung his arm around your shoulders, like you were old friends. Frankie felt the briefest flash of jealousy before he stamped it down. Just because he couldn’t – wouldn’t – touch you, didn’t mean no one else could.

“Quit staring Fish, you look like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes turn to hearts,” Santi muttered, elbowing Frankie in the ribs. Frankie elbowed him back, annoyed.

“Alright, gang! Let’s get this show on the road!” Will clapped his hands together. Benny raised an incredulous brow at his brother.

“What are you, fifty?” He turned to you, linking his arm through yours. “Don’t worry, Fish, I’ll drive extra carefully.”

Frankie felt envious of Benny then, even though he had basically had a week straight with you. But knowing it was coming to an end, that tonight you’d be sleeping at your own place, instead of just down the hall. Well, it made him almost sad. He pushed that aside though and forced himself to be happy for you.

As he drove to your old apartment, everyone else following behind, he focused a little too hard on the radio, just to give his mind something to do. A newsreader was talking about how a quick-thinking pilot had landed a plane in a field after something went horrifically wrong with the engines. Zero casualties, minor injuries. People were already calling for the pilot to be given a medal.

Maybe I should renew my licence, Frankie thought. He didn’t want to be a commercial pilot, or a hero of any kind, although the uniforms were nice. But it couldn’t hurt to have it.

He pulled up outside the building, gripping the steering wheel tightly. This was it.

Will and Santi parked behind him, but Benny’s ridiculously lifted pickup was nowhere to be seen. Frankie squinted towards the end of the street, knowing he couldn’t have gotten lost. He had you with him.

Ten minutes passed with no sign of you. “Where the fuck are they?” Frankie grumbled, now worried that you and Benny had gotten into a car accident. He trusted him, but Benny was the worst driver of all of them. He pulled out his phone to text you but was interrupted.

“That’s his truck,” Will said, pointing to the end of the street, where Benny’s truck had just pulled in. The sound of heavy bass reached them before the truck did. As Benny pulled up outside the apartment, Frankie recognised the song as Gimme More by Britney Spears.

“Sorry we’re late,” you called, clambering out of the truck, a tall plastic cup in your hand. “We stopped for frappes.” Benny sipped innocently at his, giving Frankie a look that said he needed to speak with him.

“Where’s my fuckin’ frappe,” Santi grumbled, looking envious. Benny grinned and handed his over to Santi for a sip.

You stood, looking up at the building, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Guess we better go up. I sent him a text telling him I was doing this today, but he didn’t reply, so I don’t know if he’ll be here.”

“Want us to jump him if he is?” Benny offered, but you shook your head.

“Not right away,” you said, “but if he starts up maybe slap him around a little.” Frankie knew you were joking, but the look in your eyes was one of fear. He took your hand gently and lowered his head to talk to you.

“You can wait out here if you want,” he murmured, “we’ve got the list of what we need to get.” You squeezed his hand and shook your head. Yours was cold and slightly clammy in his own, but he didn’t mind.

“No, I need to do this.” You said. Frankie nodded, understanding. You didn’t need to explain the nitty gritty of your reasoning, all he needed was for you to know that you had him, in whatever way you needed.

You kept a firm grip on his hand as you lead the way upstairs to your old apartment, only letting go when you stood outside the front door, fumbling in your bag for your keys.

At first, the apartment seemed empty of life. All the lights were off, the curtains closed, and the place was eerily silent. You stepped over the threshold, followed by the rest of the boys, who immediately got to work.

As it turned out, Kurt wasn’t there. He remained gone for a good half hour while the boys carried your heavier shit down to their trucks. You set to work stuffing the rest of your clothes into plastic trash bags you had picked up from the grocery store.

Benny joined Frankie in carrying a loveseat downstairs.

“Fish, I need to tell ya,” Benny started, grunting as they made a turn. “She’s as into you as you are her.” Frankie shook his head.

“Don’t do this, man.”

“I’m being serious. I talked to her in the truck. She didn’t say it outright, but you should’a seen the look on her face when I talked about you.” Benny waggled his eyebrows. “And her friend Sara agrees, she’s ‘smitten’ with you. Whatever the fuck smitten means. If you want my advice-”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“-Go for it. Tonight, once we’re all gone. Shoot your shot my guy. Don’t waste anymore fucking time. Sara said she wasn’t even sad about the breakup, like she’s been checked out mentally for months now.”

“Wait, did Sara tell you about me punching Kurt?”

“All I’m saying is, she likes you a lot, you like her a lot, don’t waste this.” Frankie mulled over what Benny was saying. There had been more than a few moments that week when he had spied you looking at him and wondered . . . but each time he had pushed the thought out his head. Old insecurities, respect for you, held him back.

Historically, Frankie had never been very good at telling when someone was into him. He could be literally balls deep and he’d still be questioning it. Even sometimes with Portia, he’d wonder if she really felt the same way he did. Santi, who knew Frankie as a kid, chalked it up to Frankie having a rough go of puberty, not growing into his features until almost the end of high school. By then, whenever someone had showed even a slight bit of interest, Frankie had dismissed it as a cruel joke. Unfortunately, those insecurities had followed him deep into adulthood.

The mood in the apartment had become relaxed, all the heavier stuff, like your couch, TV, furniture, and fridge had been taken care of, and now all that was left was to gather all the small shit. Frankie found you in the bathroom, unscrewing the shower head. You tossed it into a box filled with other bathroom items, the loud clang making him grimace. He opened his mouth to speak to you when yelling from the front room interrupted him.

Your face fell instantly, going from focused to almost afraid. Your eyes met Frankie’s own, and he reached out to touch your arm. It’s okay the touch said, he can’t do anything to you. Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and walked out with Frankie to the commotion.

Kurt was being held back with a single hand on his chest by a bored looking Will, screaming a string of expletives and struggling to land any kind of hit on Will, Santi stood behind Kurt, ready to jump in if needed. Benny was hunched over, clutching his sides in laughter. Kurt finally caught sight of you, standing a little in front of Frankie.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” His tone made you wince slightly, but Frankie was proud of the way you didn’t shrink away.

“I told you this was happening today, Kurtis, it was your choice to come back while we were here,” you said calmly.

“You’re taking all my shit!”

“I paid for every single thing I’m taking,” you said. “It’s not my fault you never put anything of monetary value into this place.” You stepped forward, so you were facing Kurt head on, but still behind Will. “You need to calm down, you’re acting like a fucking child.”

“I’M ACTING LIKE A CHILD?”

“Yes. You are. You’ve acted like one almost our entire relationship. So you can either calm down, leave and come back later, or my friends will force you to calm down.”

“Are you threatening me?” Kurt spat.

“Yes. You’ve already been smacked down before, any one of these guys would love to be the one to do it again.”

“I’d like to see them fucking try!” Kurt pivoted and lunged at Benny. Big mistake. With a simple, yet effective, punch to the head, Kurt was out cold on the floor. Benny looked up, almost apologetic. You grinned at him, silent laughter shaking your shoulders.

“I didn’t mean to hit that hard,” Benny said, flexing his fist. “But I also did.”

Santi dragged Kurt’s unconscious body to the now empty living room, carefully posing him so he was curled in the foetal position, sucking on his thumb.

“He actually arrived at the perfect time,” you said to Frankie, standing back beside him. “Cause we’re done here.”

“We’ve got everything?” Santi called, overhearing you. You nodded.

“We’re finally done here.”

~*~

Frankie was glad you had decided to ride with him back to your new place. You were buzzing with a new energy, unable to keep a nervous grin off your face. You didn’t speak on the drive to your new place, but Frankie hoped he wasn’t reading into how much closer you sat, your thighs almost brushing his. Benny had gotten into his head, he knew, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation.

You were the most beautiful person he had met, both inside and out, and the very idea that you could like him the way he liked you . . . well fuck, it didn’t seem feasible. But then he thought back to the previous week spent with you, and maybe it wasn’t such a ludicrous idea after all.

He pulled up at your new building, parking in the spot designated for you. You turned to him, unlatching your seatbelt as you did.

“Frankie . . .” you started, then leant over and pulled him into a tight hug. Frankie felt like everything you wanted to say was in that hug. You pulled back slightly, so your faces were almost touching. He could’ve done it then, he fucking should have done it. Crossed that miniscule amount of space between you. But then the moment passed, and you pulled away entirely.

You climbed out of the truck, moving to the back to grab some of the garbage bags that held the smaller stuff. Frankie’s phone buzzed in the cupholder, a message from Will in the group chat.

Ironhead: Pussy

Frankie turned and saw Will staring at him. Fuck offhe mouthed. Will flipped him off with a grin. The effort of getting all your stuff up to your new place was considerably easier than it had been the first time around. For one, your new place had an elevator. So even though they had to take turns using it, it was worlds above struggling up seven flights of stairs. The mood was also improved by the fact Will had knocked Kurt out cold. Frankie had begun to wonder if that had become the main highlight of your day.

It was well into the night by the time everything was in its new place. Benny and Will flopped down onto your loveseat, drinking beers that you had kept in an ice chest you had brought in yesterday just for this. You sat on the floor, drinking a fruity vodka thing that Frankie thought looked and smelt like a melted popsicle. The balcony door was open, a breeze that held the promise of summer drifted through.

“Where’s Santi?” You asked looking around.

“He had to get something from the truck,” Will said. As if on cue, which if Frankie knew these boys as well as he did, it was, Santi burst through the door, one arm stretched wide, the other behind his back.

“My dearest,” Santi began, and Frankie groaned inwardly, “over this past day, the gentlemen and I have grown quite fond of you.” What is this, regency England? Frankie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. “And as such, we wanted to present you with a housewarming gift.” With that, he whipped his arm around and held out a vase of sunflowers. Your face softened, then broke into a grin.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you pushed yourself up and pulled Santi into a hug, motioning for Will and Benny to join. You hugged the three men as tight as you could, smiling at Frankie over the tops of their shoulders. Frankie smiled back, raising his beer in a silent toast.

You placed the flowers on the kitchen counter, facing them toward the window. It was just past ten when the three boys left, Benny carrying the ice chest along with the promise to bring it back as soon as he could. It seemed like it was only moments before only you and Frankie remained.

Frankie’s phone buzzed.

Benny: Don’t fuck this up.

Frankie saw you move outside onto the balcony, leaning against the railing, silhouetted by silver moonlight, your face turned towards the breeze that coasted off the lake. Everyone else was gone, and he wondered if he didn’t take this chance, would he ever?

He moved to stand next to you, standing so close your arms were touching. His heart felt like it was caught in his throat. He murmured your name.

“Frankie,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of his beating heart. Before he could stop himself, chicken out like he had before, he closed the distance between you. One hand cupping your warm cheek, the other encircling your waist, he tilted his head down until his lips met yours.

It was everything.

Your lips were soft against his, hesitant at first, but then you were wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. You tasted like candy and those sugary drinks you insisted on bringing. Your touch was like tiny jolts of electricity shooting down his spine.

Fuck.

His tongue darted against your bottom lip, and you let him in almost hungrily. Frankie deepened the kiss, wondering just why the everloving fuck he waited this long.

He whispered your name, the word like poetry on his lips. You were poetry, you were art, you were every beautiful thing wrapped up into one person. He was in love with you.

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#the night shift #frankie catfish morales #frankie x reader #reader x frankie morales #triple frontier #also i really rec you listen to like real people do at the end of this part it was very much the inspo for it #also happy birthday alexa i hope this makes your day a bit better lovely

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maandags · 5 years ago

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Fixable Mistakes (Hunk x reader)

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Summary: When you show up at the Castle of Lions with a heartbreaking story and a request for help, Hunk accepts immediately, not thinking anything except the fact that you needed help and he could give it to you. But as schemes begin to unfold and errors are committed, Hunk constantly needs to remind himself of something: that not every mistake can be fixed...

Word count: 11.2K

Genre: angst/fluff

Notes: masterlist - yalls idek what to say. i show love by making my babies suffer

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At first, Hunk thought you were a hallucination.

He was in his room, minding his own business, when his wristband went off and Keith’s face appeared on a little screen hovering over his arm, telling him to get to the briefing room right now. Before Hunk could ask why, Keith broke the connection.

So Hunk sighed and pushed off his bed, trudging towards the briefing room with a scowl. He had stuff to do, damn it–he needed to show Pidge some inconsistencies in a program he was working on. Maybe she could help him. There were dozens of other things he needed to do, and there had been no meeting scheduled until two days from now. It made no sense, he grumbled internally as he pushed open the door to the briefing room.

He froze, one hand still on the doorknob.

There you stood, looking regal as anything, your hands clasped behind your back, your feet standing solidly on the ground and your shoulders drawn back. A strange thing he immediately noticed was how your hair seemed to flow behind you as if you were underwater, the ends dissolving into golden dust–as if you were a sand statue seconds away from crumbling.

You turned your head, two eyes that seemed forged out of hot embers casting him a surprised glance before your lips curled into a tentative smile. “Hello.”

“Hi,” said Hunk, voice squeakier than usual.

“Hunk? Sit down, please,” said Allura from the head of the table, and somewhere in the back of his mind Hunk noticed how shaky her voice was. His mind was completely entranced with your image in front of him, though, so he didn’t pay any attention to it until Lance brought it up later.

He ripped his eyes from your form and quickly sank into his seat, Pidge at his side. She leaned towards him and whispered, “Don’t worry. We all had the same reaction when we first saw them.” For some reason, that didn’t sit well with Hunk at all.

Everyone was there. Everyone looked at you, seated opposite Allura at the other end of the table, your body giving off its own golden-orange glow, your hair turning to stardust behind your head. You looked like… well, Hunk thought, somewhat embarrassed, you looked like royalty. Yet you also looked slightly nervous, your eyes darting from Paladin to Paladin and your shoulders drawn up to your ears as if you were expecting to get yelled at. The opposite of how you'd looked only minutes ago.

After a moment of silence, Keith spoke up, and you jumped. “So. Are you going to introduce yourself?”

Shiro’s eyes snapped to Keith, a careful warning lying in them. “Keith–”

“No, it’s okay,” you interrupted him. Your voice was quieter than Hunk had expected–twinkling. Like a melody from a music box, back on Earth. Or a star.

You took a breath, bringing delicate hands onto the table and lacing your fingers together. Even your nails seemed to give off that strange golden glow. “My name is Y/N. I’m a Comet, and I’ve come to ask for your help.”

There were exactly two seconds of dead silence, and then everyone began to speak at once. They bombarded you with questions or simply said, “What?” Lance practically jumped over the table and shouted in your face, Pidge right by his side, and you shrank more into yourself with every word they uttered. Keith had grabbed Shiro’s arm and was saying how much he didn’t like this, how he was sure this was some kind of scheme from the Galra to infiltrate them, how there was no way this was going to end well–

No one paid any attention to how you felt, and when Hunk locked eyes with you over Pidge’s head, all he saw was absolute terror and confusion and desperation. The fire he’d seen earlier was still there, but it didn’t glow as brightly as it had before–they were frightened little flames, grasping and reaching for any bit of air they could get before they were completely suffocated.

“Everyone SHUT UP!”

He surprised even himself with his shout.

But it worked, because the room went so silent you could hear a fly drop dead. Lance and Pidge slid back into their seats, having the decency to at least look a little embarrassed. Keith still held on to Shiro’s arm but cast an annoyed glance at Hunk. But Hunk’s eyes were on you only, and the look of gratefulness you sent him made his chest churn.

“Can you explain who exactly you are and what you need our help for?” he finally said.

“I still don’t like this,” whispered Keith angrily.

“Let them talk,” muttered Shiro back. His eyes were back on you again, but not before they slid over Hunk with a new sort of interest.

You nodded, chewing the inside of your cheek. “I’m–I’m sorry for barging in like this, first of all. But you must know I would never seek your help if I had another choice,” you said, your voice strained and your eyes pleading as you kept your gaze firm on Allura. The princess’ expression was guarded, but held also something that was almost reverence, and Hunk got the feeling she knew exactly who you were–or at least what you were.

“As I said, I am a Comet. You have probably heard of my people, whether the ones talking about us knew what they were saying or not, but you probably have never made the connection between the comets you know and beings like me.” With these words, you burned your fiery gaze through Keith’s as if defying him.

“Well,” said Lance hesitantly, “we do know of comets on Earth–but they’re nothing more than lumps of ice and space dust and gas that burn up in our atmosphere.” But his tone was questioning as he said it.

You smiled faintly. “That’s what we made you believe.” Hunk could almost feel five pairs of eyebrows lift at the same time. “You know of falling stars, yes?” you said patiently, and when they all nodded, “All falling stars are comets–and some are, indeed, lumps of ice and dust and gas.” An amused look towards Lance. “Others are Comets–capital C.

“We’re a nomad people. Pacifist. We travel across the universe, needing nothing but starlight to survive. Sometimes we touch down on a planet and mix with its population for a while. One lifetime. Two lifetimes. Maybe more. But we always return to the space between the stars. It’s where we belong.”

“If you’ve always been around,” began Shiro cautiously, eyeing you as if he didn’t quite know what to make of you, “why has no one ever heard of you?”

“They have,” you stated simply, ember eyes flicking to Allura and Coran. “We stay out of wars. We don’t have a home for belligerents to conquer or destroy–we’re perfectly happy roaming between the stars. We don’t fight.” The words were tinged with a sadness Hunk couldn’t quite place. There’s a twinge in his gut.

Allura cleared her throat. “Comets were always regarded as deities, back on Altea. They represented everything important to us–freedom. Peace. Tranquillity.”

“Whenever a Comet touched down on Altea, they were treated with the utmost respect and were offered hospitality in the Castle of Lions,” continued Coran, a sad smile upon his face. “They always refused, wanting to be among the people instead. They never asked for anything in return, and what could we give to them? They lived so much longer than us. They were so much wiser than us. There was nothing we could give them except for kindness.”

“We never wanted anything more,” you said in that twinkling voice of yours. But then your eyes grew sad, the embers dimming to nothing more than a slight glow.

“Why did you come?” asked Allura–the question that had been burning on everyone’s lips from the moment you stepped inside the castle.

Your lips pursed themselves into a straight line, and as you screwed your eyes shut a single tear slid down your cheek. It was black and seemed to suck all the light into itself instead of glowing with it like the rest of you did. “The Galra found a way of harvesting a Comet’s quintessence,” you said shakily. When you opened your eyes again, they were blazing with a fury that almost has Hunk shrink back in his seat. “My people have been disappearing from all over the universe. We don’t know how to fight, it’s not what we were meant to do–how are we supposed to resist?” You balled your fists. “I don’t even know how many of us are left.”

Allura had her hands clapped over her mouth, and Coran had gone stark white. Looks of confusion were painted across the other’s faces, mixed with sympathy and anger. Shiro ran a hand through his hair. “The Galra have been capturing your people for their quintessence?”

You sighed shakily. “A Comet is aeons worth of starlight and energy. If you can harvest that much power all at once…” You shivered, looking suddenly very small and weak.

A spark of anger ignited in Hunk’s chest and he clenched his fist underneath the table. This was just another example of how the Galra would stop at nothing to get more power. They would just keep on destroying and harvesting–even if it meant wiping an entire people from the universe. But he remembered with a shock that it wasn’t the first time they’d done that, either; Allura and Coran were living proof of that.

“We’ll help you,” he found himself saying. Now everyone turned to him, and Keith shot him a murderous glare, and he was probably right to do so–it was way too quick to agree to something like this. But now that the words were out there he couldn’t take them back anymore. Hunk tried for an encouraging smile your way.

“Of course we’ll help you,” said Allura after a moment of silence. She took a breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, determination glinted in them. Hunk had seen this look on her before. It was the one she wore just before going to battle. “Coran and I know what it’s like to watch your people fall right before your eyes better than anyone. Of course we’ll help you.”

And that was that.

You were given your own room, at the end of the corridor and opposite Hunk’s. Everyone agreed you shouldn’t be left to roam the universe on your own when the Galra were rounding up Comets left and right, and you seemed beyond relieved that the team had decided to help you. When Hunk asked if Comets even slept, you merely smiled. “Not as far as I know… but there’s a first time for everything, right?” Your ember eyes, burning into his.

He grinned, expression a mirror image of your own. “Right.”

You arranged a meeting with Allura, Coran and Shiro first thing the next day and left the room. Everyone sagged in their seats and released puffs of air. Hunk pushed back his chair and prepared to get back to his own room, but a hand on his arm stopped him. He looked up right into Keith’s scowling face.

“You were stupid to just agree to help them like that,” he hissed, voice low so only Hunk can hear him. The rest talked in hushed voices, their heads close together. He opened his mouth to retort but again Keith cut him off. “I’m not gonna say anything to them–but know that I’ll keep an eye on them. I don’t trust this. I don’t trust them.”

“You still think this is some scheme from the Galra to try and infiltrate us?”

“They’re insane enough for it. But, Hunk?” He paused, violet eyes hard and steely. “If this all goes to shit, and any one of us gets hurt? That’s on you.” He let go and joined the others before Hunk could answer.

Despite Keith’s bitter words from the first night, the others seemed to warm up to you pretty quick–including Hunk himself.

You were the type of person anyone liked to be around: cheerful, always kind, always trying to help in whatever small ways you could. You glowed, lighting up a room by simply being in it. Hunk caught himself staring at you more often than he’d like to admit. Sometimes you’d meet his eyes. Smile. Hunk would look away, cheeks tinged red in embarrassment.

Around two weeks passed before there was another meeting. There had been small missions; gathering intel, trying to find out where the Galra took the Comets once they’d been captured, how they were captured, what was done with them. They’d all been working themselves to the bone to get all the information they needed to craft a solid plan. Now seemed they could at least lay down a base.

Shiro pressed a button and a hologram map sprang to life in the middle of the room. “This is where we think the Comets are taken once they’re captured,” he announced. Straight to the point, Hunk thought. All right.

“It’s a base in the Kianre quadrant, section KV-23. We’ve searched out for it. Found nothing but a whole lot of radiation emanating from this exact spot.” He wrote down some coordinates. “They’ve concealed the base, but now that we know it’s there, that’s not a problem anymore.”

Lance raised his hand. “So. This might be a stupid question, but why don’t we just form Voltron and blow the base up? Boom. Problem solved.”

“It’s what we would do if there wasn’t the slightest chance that there are actual alive Comets still being held captive there. We just can’t risk it,” said Allura.

“All right, then.” Pidge puckered her lips. “So it’s a stealth slash extraction mission then?”

Shiro nodded. “That’s right. The plan is to go in, find the Comets, take them to the lions, find out how the Galra harvested their quintessence and destroy it.”

“Sounds awfully simple when you put it like that,” muttered Keith from behind his crossed arms. A wave of irritation washed over Hunk and he bit back a retort. Why couldn’t Keith just relax? He saw threats where there weren’t any.

They discussed strategics. Hunk pitched in here and there, scratching the back of his neck and casting looks at you every now and then. You were a little off to the side, fiddling with your fingers. You looked, for the first time, unsure of yourself. As if you didn’t quite know why you were there. The glow permanently surrounding you had dimmed.

“Y/N,” called Allura.

Your head jerked up. “Yes?”

“Do you know how to fight?”

You pursed your lips. “I’ve never had to fight. I wasn’t trained.”

“So that’s a no,” said Lance helpfully. Hunk kind of wanted to punch him.

Allura looked torn, trying so hard to keep a straight face. “There’s nothing you can do to defend yourself?”

“I mean… I can manipulate my light a bit,” you mumbled, drawing your hand to your chest. shy under the sudden attention. “I’m only a young Comet. I have yet so much to learn…” Your fingers opened and closed, a little ball of pure golden light dancing between them. It was hypnotising. “It’s not much of a weapon, though, I don’t think.”

Allura and Shiro shared a look between them, and Hunk sensed that in that look a whole debate took place. Finally Shiro lowered his gaze and sighed. “Y/N, I’m sorry, but you won’t be able to come with us on the mission.”

You pursed your lips, clenching your hands into fists at your side. You looked like you wanted to say something, but thought better of it in the end: the decision had been made. You sat down, your gaze firm on the floor and your fingers entwined.

Shiro put a hand on your shoulder. Your body tensed ever so slightly–Hunk didn’t think anyone but him noticed. “I’m really, truly sorry.”

“No, I get it,” you muttered. “It’s okay. Really.”

You didn’t say anything more after that. You stayed until the end of the meeting, and Hunk was impressed with you for that because he could see how much it hurt you, the knowledge that everything could go wrong in a second and you would be powerless to do anything about it. But when Allura declared the meeting over, you were the first to exit the room.

It made Hunk’s chest ache. Seeing you like this–shoulders hunched, glow dimmed, completely deflated–made his chest ache. He wished there was something he could do to help. Just make sure the mission goes all right, he told himself. Just make sure their pain isn’t for nothing.

Hunk could feel the anticipation building inside the Castle as preparations were made. Their training schedules were altered, so every moment they weren’t resting or out and about they were holed up on the training deck, working their asses off.

Shiro yelled, “Training sequence over!” The sound of the training bot deactivating was the most beautiful sound Hunk had heard all day. He blew out a breath and let himself fall to the floor where he sat cross-legged, grinning at Lance who was splayed out on his back and making sure everyone knew how tired he was.

“I swear to everything that’s holy,” he said, staring up at the ceiling from where he starfished on the floor, “once we get the Comets out of that base I am rewarding myself by not doing any form of exercise for a week.”

Shiro frowned. Hunk knew you were supposed to stretch your muscles out after exercising. Technically. Shiro was the only one doing it. “That’s not a reward. You’ve gotta keep in shape, Lance.”

“Shut up. My limbs are jelly.” Lance demonstrated this by meekly flopping his arms.

Behind Shiro, sitting against the wall, Keith rolled his eyes. “We’re probably all going to die anyway in this stupid rescue mission. So I don’t see the point.”

Pidge sighed audibly. “Okay. So I know you never liked this idea to begin with but can you please don’t be a dick about it?”

Lance now sat up. “Yeah, I mean, what is your problem? Not to be passive-aggressive,” he added quickly, “I’m actually genuinely curious.”

Keith pulled his knees up to his chest, eyes pointedly to the wall opposite him. “I just don’t trust Y/N.” Now it was Hunk’s turn to sigh and roll his eyes.

“Why not, though?” Pidge asked, eyebrows knotting together. “They’ve been nothing but kind and helpful.”

Keith shrugged again. “I don’t know. Just a feeling.” There was a pause. “It’s just–don’t you think it’s weird that they just… showed up? Like, there was no warning, no distress signal, no nothing. None of us except for Coran and Allura have even heard of Comets before. And yeah, I get it. They need help. Their people need help. But still.” A defiant look Hunk’s way. “It doesn’t sit right with me.”

And with that happy thought, he pushed himself up and left the room.

“Well,” said Lance after a while, “paranoid much?”

But Shiro’s eyes had taken on that sheen that screamed doubt. His jaw was set, and Hunk could almost see the gears turn in his head. Even though it wasn’t clear if he actually believed Keith, the fact that his words had let Shiro doubt whether what they were doing was the right thing was enough to make Hunk past uncomfortable. He narrowed his eyes.

“You don’t actually think he’s right, right?”

Shiro turned to him, everything about his expression masked with doubt. “He might have a point, you know.”

“Oh my god,” Hunk choked out. Scrambling up, he grabbed his bayard and threw up his arms. “Y/N needs help! When have we ever refused anyone help?” He glared at Shiro. “They watched their civilization get destroyed. We’re their last resort! And you’re starting to doubt if they’re even telling the truth?”

Pidge stood up now, too. “I’m with Hunk on this one. Y/N doesn’t seem the type to be a traitor or something. A spy? They can’t even fight to defend themselves! And I don’t think I’ve ever caught them lie.”

“Maybe they’re just good at their job,” muttered Lance.

The words hit Hunk like a truck. “You too?”

Lance gave an apologetic shrug. “I’m not saying I don’t trust them. But Keith does have a point when he’s talking about how randomly they just showed up. You’d think we’d hear about it if beings as powerful as the Comets were being rounded up en masse.” He sniffed, rubbing his arm. “I’m just saying we could be a little more careful.”

Hunk bit his tongue, knowing that if he let his emotions spill over now he would say things he was for sure going to regret later. Instead he turned and headed for the door, making sure to slam it shut behind him.

He had the whole trip to his room to calm down, taking deep breaths and shaking his head as if he could shake the others’ words out of his mind. There was nothing wrong with a healthy dose of suspicion–but you?

Cheerful you, who Hunk was sure had never hurt a fly in your life. You, who made him laugh every evening at dinner, talking animatedly to anyone who would listen. You who were always keen to try whatever new concoction he’d come up with in the kitchen and tried your best to convince him he’d done a good job, even when he could see the strain in your grin. You who could make him feel better by simply being by his side.

One hand on his doorknob, he bit his lip. You hadn’t been much out of your room since the meeting; only for food (and even that was just out of politeness since Comets didn’t need to eat) and occasionally for a chat or two. It was clear you didn’t want to be reminded that the fate of your people lay in the others’ hands and that you could do nothing about it. But there was an itch in Hunk’s chest–he wanted to see you. Hear your voice.

So he spun on his heel and marched to the door opposite his own.

He had to knock twice before he got an answer. Your “Yeah?” sounded slightly irritated, and Hunk pulled back his hand, but before he could decide if this was actually a good idea you opened the door, eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of him. “Hunk! Hi.”

“Hey,” he said, fighting the urge to awkwardly balance on his heels. There were smudges of something dark under your eyes and on your cheeks. Hunk frowned. Had you been crying? Your eyes weren’t rimmed purple like they had been when you’d cried that first day you were here, but there was still something about the darkness on your face that made Hunk the slightest bit uncomfortable.

“Um… did you–uh–want anything? Or…”

Hunk jumped, feeling his own face heat up. “Oh, uh, no? Not really. I just wanted to check on you.” Your gaze softened and he suddenly really wanted to wipe away the smudges on your face. But he didn’t. Because that would be weird. “Are you okay?”

You grinned. Carefully. As if smiles were a fragile thing. And in a way, Hunk guessed they were. “Mostly. I’ve just been… you know. Stressed out. About stuff.”

Hunk sensed there was something you weren’t telling him, but he didn’t want to pressure you. If you wanted to tell him, you would. End of story. But your eyes were full of insecurities and doubt and there was something you weren’t telling him and it was something important. He opened his mouth to ask about it–but you cut him off with a question of your own.

“Hunk, do you ever feel like you’ve made a horrible, terrible mistake?”

The question caught him so off-guard he was rendered speechless for a second. But you were looking at him expectantly, almost desperately, so he thought about it before answering. “Well, I mean–of course. I’ve made my fair share of mistakes. But, you know, that’s okay. Everyone does.”

You nodded, chewing on your lower lip. You avoided his eyes as you mulled over his words. “And… when you realise you’ve made a mistake. What do you do?”

Hunk cocked his head. He didn’t quite understand what you were on about, but if he could help…

“Well, I try and fix it, don’t I? Almost every mistake can be fixed. Even trying goes a long way.”

Again you nodded, your eyes distant and your eyebrows furrowed. Your lips were moving, but whatever you were saying Hunk couldn’t make out. Your fingers fiddled with something dark but shiny, almost subconsciously. Upon closer inspection, Hunk saw it was a piece of fabric. It looked a lot like silk–but it also didn’t look like anything Hunk had ever seen before. The fabric was shimmery and seemed to shift between hues of blue and purple and black, glittering here and there with silver stars, as if someone had pinched a piece out of the universe and wove it together.

You saw him looking. Quickly withdrew the piece of cloth from sight. “Oh, that’s just–I’ve had it for ages. It’s like a good luck charm.”

Hunk nodded quickly. “Right.”

There was something else. He could tell. There was something else and it was bothering you and all he wanted to do was help–but if you wouldn’t tell him… Maybe this was something you needed to deal with on your own. He resisted the urge to pout. “Well, if you need anything else…”

Your eyes widened and snapped back to his face as if you’d forgotten he was still there. “Yeah. Sure. Thanks.”

He smiled. You smiled back. Before Hunk closed the door to his own room, he swore he could see a tear track down your cheek.

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It was finally the day, and the tension could be felt throughout the entire castle. Hunk bounced on his feet, repeating the plan in his head, rolling his shoulders. Lance and Shiro were practising hand-to-hand combat. Pidge checked the wirings inside their helmets. Allura spoke with Coran in hushed tones, frantically waving her hands around. Keith sulked in a corner.

You were nowhere to be seen, and it made Hunk uncomfortable.

He’d thought you’d see them off, at least. You wouldn’t be completely alone during the time the rest went on the mission; you’d have Coran to keep you company. But still–your absence was unnerving, and he was positive the others felt it too. They were lingering, hoping you’d show up without having to go get you. He could almost hear Keith biting back some snarky remarks.

At last, Shiro sighed. “We have to go.”

Hunk kept hoping you’d come until his lion shot out of the hangar and joined the others. No sign of you. He ignored the disappointed prick in his chest. Maybe it was too difficult for you to see them leave without you, he told himself. Maybe you’d fallen asleep. Maybe, maybe, maybe. It didn’t give him any certainty. It didn’t make him feel better.

The ride was silent. Everyone was alone with their own thoughts. There wasn’t as much nervous chatter as there usually would have been. It only added to the ominous atmosphere pressing onto them. Something was askew, and yet no one wanted to mention it.

So they kept going.

The view was nice as ever, yet Hunk couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it. His mind was filled with worry; for you, for himself, for his friends. So much could go wrong. He should speak up. They weren’t ready enough. They weren’t prepared enough. It was going to go wrong.

If this all goes to shit, if any one of us gets hurt–that’s on you.

He groaned, lowering his face into his hands. When he closed his eyes, all he could see were your own staring back, blazing embers forged out of pure starlight. It made his thoughts muddy and his actions sluggish. He started doubting his every move. Things he used to be absolutely certain of weren’t so clear anymore.

He hated it. He wanted it to stop.

It was probably the stress, he thought. The pressure of this one particular mission that could determine an entire civilization’s fate, and yet… they’d done missions of an even more important scale before, and he had never reacted like this. A voice inside him murmured, but this mission isn’t like the others. Because the others weren’t about you.

“Dammit,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. He vaguely noted how hot his forehead felt.

“All right folks, we’re getting close to the Kianre quadrant. We probably have ten minutes left to go before we reach the concerned sector. Get ready,” said Shiro’s tight voice over the speakers. It wasn’t like him to sound this nervous, Hunk thought. But then again–they’d all sounded nervous. Nothing made any sense anymore.

There was a flash and a kind of humming sound. The air charged with energy. It pressed down on Hunk and he yelped in surprise, squeezing his eyes shut against the bright light suddenly filling his lion’s cockpit.

“Call off the mission,” you said in a hurried voice.

Hunk almost fell out of his chair. “Wh-what?” he spluttered, blinking furiously to get at least some of his sight back. When he did, and he focused on the figure standing behind him, he blinked a few more times for good measure. To make sure what he was seeing was real.

You grabbed his arm, fiery eyes burning into his with an intensity he hadn’t seen before. “Hunk. Call of the mission. Now.”

“I can’t just do that,” he said weakly, head still spinning from the rather unexpected turn of events.

You exhaled sharply. “Right. Okay. But Shiro can.” There was a flash again, and you were gone.

Hunk shook his head, still dazed, and pulled his lion to a halt. In his helmet, Pidge’s voice piped up. “Hunk, what’s wrong?” He didn’t quite know how to answer.

Then the comms crackled. “This is Y/N. Turn around and get back to the castle as quick as you can. The mission’s cancelled.” The connection broke.

There was exactly one second of silence before everyone started talking at once, but there was a flash again and something shot past Hunk’s window. It went too fast for him to make out anything more than a yellow-golden streak, but the resemblance to a shooting star was too big for Hunk to ignore. It was you. Somehow, this stripe of light was you. He was sure of it.

“Wait, wait–what just happened? Was that really Y/N?” Lance squeaked, his face appearing on Hunk’s screen along with all the others. They all looked at Shiro.

He nodded grimly. “I don’t know what that was all about. But they seemed genuinely distressed–”

Hunk interrupted before he could think better of it. “Well, actually, I don’t think they were distressed as much as they were angry. Frustrated.”

“What?”

“You know. I’ve seen them actually distressed. Scared, and everything. This wasn’t that,” he said, shrinking back in his seat because of the looks his teammates were sending him.

“They came for you too?” said Keith sharply. “I knew we couldn’t trust them–!”

“They came to me,” Hunk corrected, irritated. “And we don’t know what they’re on about. Maybe Coran got hold of some new information that changed the whole situation completely. Stop being so quick to judge.”

“Okay, so let’s assume that’s the case,” said Keith angrily. “Coran couldn’t have sent us a message?”

“Maybe there was interference! That’s happened before!” Hunk threw up his arms. “I don’t know, damn it!”

“Guys.” There was a warning in Shiro’s voice Hunk didn’t want to challenge. “We’ll discuss it back at the Castle. Let’s just get going.” He frowned. “Y/N has some explaining to do.”

You were pacing, waiting for them in the hangar. Hunk noticed now that you did look distressed, but as soon as you looked up and met his eyes a huge weight seemed to lift off your shoulders. You still acted strange–a little scary–but you hurried towards him, only stopping in front of him at the last second, looking like you had to restrain yourself from throwing your arms around him. “Thank the stars,” you breathed when every lion touched down.

Keith was out first, and he stomped up to you, yanking off his helmet and pointing an accusatory finger at your chest. “You better start explaining right now–”

“Keith,” hissed Lance from behind him, looking equally cautious and curious as to what you had to say.

You cringed away slightly. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Where’s Coran?” Allura’s eyes grew increasingly worried as they scanned the hangar for him. Then they snapped back to you and filled with fury. “If you’ve laid a single finger on Coran, I swear to–”

“He’s fine,” you assured her quickly, a dark blue blush creeping up on your cheeks. “He’s–in his room. Asleep.” You flinched when you said the words. “He wouldn’t let me go warn you, and, well... not many people know Comets produce a kind of sleeping dust.” You held up a hand. Something resembling sparkly golden sand swirled in between your fingers. Everyone took a step back, their hands hovering around their bayards and their gazes fixed on your hands. “I won’t use it on you!” you said hurriedly. “I never do, when I can help it, but I had no other choice.”

“Like you had no other choice coming to us for help?” Shiro’s voice was dangerously low. Hunk could see the fingers of his prosthetic hand flexing and curling. “It’s time you start talking, Y/N.”

You took a breath. “Most of what I said is true. My people are getting captured by the Galra and they are being drained of their quintessence.”

“But you also lied.” It wasn’t a question, yet Allura glared at you as if she expected an answer.

“I did.” You stuck your chin up slightly, your hands curling to fists at your side. “I was captured by the Galra too. And there are no more of us left. Not free, at least.” You sighed shakily. “The Galra decided they could use me for more than just my quintessence: luring Voltron into a trap. With bait they can’t resist.”

“You,” breathed Hunk. The heavy weight of betrayal settled on his chest, the floor suddenly pulled out from beneath him. His whole world had been turned upside down. You threw him a pleading look. A look that screamed I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

“Someone in need of help,” you said quietly. “They knew you wouldn’t throw me back out. Because you help people–it’s what you’re here to do.” Tears brimmed your eyes and you blinked them away angrily. “Anyway. You were supposed to find the base and ambush it, except they would be ready. You’d be captured along with the lions and eventually killed.”

The simple way you said it made Hunk want to throw up. Or maybe it was the thought of having been so close to death and not even knowing it that made his head spin. He grabbed onto the nearest pillar to steady himself.

“So all this time you knew,” said Shiro in a low voice. Again, it wasn’t a question.

You nodded stiffly. “I couldn’t–I couldn’t let you get killed.”

“Well, that’s a nice sentiment, isn’t it?” Keith growled, making half a step forward. He looked as if he physically wanted to fight you that very second. “You were going to let us get killed. While we were fighting for you.”

“But I didn’t,” you whispered pleadingly. “I know that doesn’t make up for the lies I’ve told. I really truly am sorry.” You looked directly at Allura now. “The Galra General–I don’t know his name–injected a tracker inside of me before sending me here. I managed to cut it out without destroying it.”

On your open palm lay a little metal object, about the size of a pill, covered in your strange night-sky-black blood. It was flickering with a little orange light. “It would have alerted them if they saw I left the Castle. I don’t know how long will go by before they realise you won’t be coming.”

Allura took a step back. “Keep that thing away from me.”

“I’ll take it,” said Pidge quietly before she plucked the little tracking device from your hand. She was the one who looked the less shaken by the whole situation. The one who acted the less hostile towards you. Which Hunk found strange–he’d thought Pidge would be utterly devastated, especially after having expressed her trust in you when everyone else had their suspicions.

Keith had pulled Shiro aside and was whisper-yelling to him and Allura, a mix of anger and smugness on his face. Smugness because he’d been right from the start, Hunk suspected. Lance was awkwardly hovering close enough so he could hear what they were saying, but not be an actual part of the conversation. Lance had liked you from the very first moment. He looked torn between anger and sadness, having run his hands through his hair so many times it stuck up in all directions.

You rubbed your collarbone absent-mindedly. A bandage was wrapped around your chest, barely peeking out from beneath your shirt. Hunk wondered if that was where the tracker had sat before you cut it out. You saw him look. “I kind of ruined one of your knives when I took it out,” you mumbled. “Comet blood’s close to impossible to wash off of metal. The stains are nasty.”

Hunk nodded dumbly. “Good to–good to know.”

“I think I can trace the signal this thing’s reacting to,” Pidge said as she studied the little device. “If I’m careful.”

“I’ll help,” said Hunk. Anything to take his mind off of you.

Pidge smiled at him. “Thanks.”

“Hunk?” Your voice was small, but when Hunk’s eyes met yours, he saw nothing but determination. There was a pause in which neither of you said anything, and Hunk almost lost himself in the fire that burned in them, brighter than ever. “I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be--but this is my way of fixing a mistake.”

Hunk nodded. There wasn’t much else he could do.

Allura and Shiro decided, despite Keith’s protests, that it was best to keep you in the castle at least for a while. You still knew things that could be of possible use to them, and you didn’t show any signs of wanting to leave. As a matter of fact, when Allura informed you that you were basically their prisoner now, all you did was shrug and say “Okay.”

Not a very villainous thing to do, in Hunk’s opinion.

You were escorted to the cells, Keith and Shiro by your sides. Keith had his bayard drawn, probably because he wanted to look intimidating, because Hunk suspected you could get away from them any second you wanted, if what he’d seen in his lion was anything to go by. But you didn’t. You stayed. You were cooperative. It puzzled Hunk beyond belief.

When you were safely stashed away and Shiro and Keith had come back they all flunked down around the big dining table, plates of food goo waiting for them. It was silent for a good while. Allura had gone up to check on Coran, only returning when she was sure you had been telling the truth and he was merely asleep. With a few taps on the cheek, he was up and about again. A relief, even though Hunk had never thought you’d actually hurt Coran.

Finally Lance threw his fork down. “I just can’t believe…” His voice trailed off. “I mean, Y/N? They’re not like that! None of this makes sense.”

“They confessed, Lance. End of story.” Keith kept his gaze firm on his own plate of goo. He didn’t eat, though. Merely pushed around bits of goo with his fork.

“You know, there are parts of this that don’t make sense,” Pidge chimed in. Hunk didn’t understand how she could just chow away at her food, not with everything that just happened. “There are parts that do. And then there are parts that don’t.” She swallowed. “I get the feeling Y/N’s not telling us everything.”

“I know, Pidge,” said Allura. “It’s bothering me as well.”

“You can just ask them, you know,” Hunk muttered, sagged in his chair. “It’s not like they show resistance. They’ll answer your questions.”

“Do you have something to say, Hunk?” There was the hostile edge to Keith’s voice again.

Hunk exhaled. “No. I just don’t think it was necessary to throw Y/N in a cell.”

“They’re dangerous–”

“Okay, listen. We’re all upset, but we’re forgetting one thing here,” said Hunk, slamming down his fork, finally giving in to his irritation. “Y/N made the right choice in the end. No one got hurt. They answered all our questions and explained themselves. They cut the tracker out of their body to come warn us.”

“They’re still a traitor–!”

“Because you’re not looking at it from their point of view! I’m not saying we should immediately forgive and forget, but we can afford to go a little gentler on them, you know. Their people are being slowly killed and robbed of their quintessence, in case you forgot.”

Hunk hadn’t intended for the snide tone to edge his words, but it had crept in there anyway. He was worked up, and as he pushed his chair back and stood up, he had to curl his hands into fists to keep them from trembling. He snatched a towel up and wet it under the sink. “Don’t follow me.” And he left the room.

You were sitting with your back to the glass wall of your holding cell when Hunk pushed open the door. You immediately straightened, eyes darting around–but there was no fear in them. Only curiosity and caution, but no real fear. He pressed the button that made a panel to your cell slide open and he stepped in.

“You’re not scared I’ll kill you?” you said, a ghost of a smile on your lips and a twinkle in your eyes.

Hunk snorted, crouching down and tugging at the bandage on your chest. “Nah. Not that you’re not capable of doing so,” he added, “because I totally think you are. But I’m not worried about it.”

Your sleeve fell down a bit, and when he pushed aside the last layer of the bandage a gaping black wound was revealed, just between your shoulder and your neck. He flinched slightly at the unfamiliarity of it–but you gently pushed his hand away and tugged the bandage back into place. “It’s okay. Don’t mind that.” Hunk pretended not to see you grimace in pain.

So he twirled the wet towel in his hands and said nothing for a while. He pointedly avoided looking you in the eye.

“You don’t have questions?”

Hunk’s head snapped up. “What?”

You shrugged. “Well. I wasn’t really expecting anyone for at least a bit longer. But you’re here.” You regarded him curiously. “That must mean you have questions.”

Hunk hesitated. “Just one, really.” You waited, eyes expectant. “Why did you save us?”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s not the question I was expecting.”

“I’m still curious.”

You mulled it over. “I guess… I don’t know. I’d started to care about you. You were so keen on helping me, and you didn’t even know who I was before I showed up–lying to you grew more painful by the day. I hated every second of it. Hated myself every second of it.” You cast him a tired look. “They promised me they wouldn’t harm her if I did it, you know. My sister.”

Hunk almost choked on air. “What?”

You sagged, back against the wall and arms crossed. “They said–they said if I refused the operation they’d kill her and make me watch. I didn’t hear anything she said, but the walls are clear. They like to be able to see their specimens.” Your voice was strangely monotone, carefully devoid of any emotion. Hunk listened with horror, unable to speak. “She was begging me not to do it. Begging. Screaming and crying and clawing at the walls. I could read her lips. ‘Don’t you do it, Y/N. Don’t you dare.’ Kyra’s always been a firm believer in peace.”

You pulled out the piece of dark cloth and started rubbing it out of habit. “This is her handkerchief. She made it herself. Used to carry it everywhere she went.”

Hunk took all of that in, mind racing with the bomb you’d just dropped. “You needed to protect your sister.”

“Twin, actually, as you’d call it. We were forged out of the same star.”

“Forged out of the same–”

“It’s Comet birth stuff. It’s complicated.”

“Right.”

A pause. Then you grabbed his hand. Your fingers curled around his, palm pulsing with a heat that coursed through his entire body from the second you touched him. If starlight was an emotion, he was currently experiencing it. He didn’t want it to ever stop.

“My sister is the only one in that facility, Hunk,” you said quietly. “They needed leverage and Kyra was perfect for it. I don’t know where the others are. I doubt they’re even still alive. But I’ve been having–I’ve been having these visions…” You shivered. “She’s getting worse. I don’t think I have much time left. I don’t know what to do.”

Hunk knew he should have been suspicious, or at least cautious to a certain degree–you had just lied to them for a month. This could just be another ploy from the Galra to make the team trust you again, but then he looked you in the eye and there was nothing but honesty there. As if you knew what he was thinking, you pulled your hand away, a dark blue blush dotting your cheeks. His hand felt oddly cold without yours in it.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, Hunk. Not now. Not about this.”

“I believe you.” And he meant the words with every fibre of his being.

– – –

“They only wanted to protect their sister.”

Pidge looked up from where she was fiddling with the tracker still covered in your blood (they’d tried cleaning it, but you weren’t exaggerating when you’d said that Comet blood was impossible to get off of metal), her eyes huge behind specialised magnifying glasses. “Say what now?”

Hunk plopped down in front of her. “They were set up. The base we found is the place where the Galra are holding Y/N’s sister. They threatened to kill her if they wouldn’t cooperate.”

Pidge’s face went white. Hunk knew he’d made the right choice to tell her–they were still looking for Matt, and even though she was utterly convinced he was still alive, Hunk could see how scared she was for him. She put her tools down, fingers shaky. “You’re sure about this? How do you know they’re telling the truth?”

“They wouldn’t lie about this. Not right now,” Hunk said, echoing your words from earlier. “We have to help them.”

“We have to tell Shiro and Allura about this is what we have to do.”

“That too. And then help them.”

He started pulling her up but felt she was a little bit reluctant. He frowned. “What?”

She shrugged. “I’m just saying… They’ve lied to us before. This could just be another ploy.”

“Not this time,” Hunk said with all the confidence he could muster. And that was a lot. There weren’t many things that he was sure of at the moment, but you telling the truth about your sister was one of them. “I swear. I can swear on their behalf, they’re telling the truth.”

Allura reacted about the way Hunk had expected.

“It’s a lie,” she snapped immediately, but Hunk could sense something in her crumble. “They’re trying to finish what they started. It’s bullshit.”

“I get why you’d think that,” said Hunk, “but please just hear me out. Or better yet, hear Y/N out. It’s the truth–and it makes perfect sense. It explains why they couldn’t say exactly how they’d found us. It explains why they always were trying to do something; to take their mind off their dying sister. It explains why I found them crying on multiple occasions in their room. It explains everything, Allura.”

Allura looked torn, on the verge of tears. “I don’t want any of us to get hurt, Hunk.”

“But we know what to expect now! We can do this.”

“Wait–what’s this all about?” Keith and Lance stood in the doorway, caution painted upon both their features. Keith’s expression immediately grew guarded as Pidge quickly explained what was going on, but Lance looked, if anything, relieved.

“I knew it. I knew they weren’t a bad person.”

“No,” said Keith flatly. “I’m not having this conversation again.”

“Then don’t. You won’t even try and understand where they’re coming from,” Hunk said, irritation stinging his throat.

“Why don’t we go ask Y/N themselves?” Shiro interjected. “I wanted to go talk to them anyway.”

Keith still looked set, eyes steely. “Fine. I’ll come. To prove to all of you they’re lying again, and stop this once and for all.”

So all seven of them trudged down the stairs again to your cell. If Hunk hadn’t been so worked up, he would have made a comment about how they looked like a herd of sheep looking for their shepherd. But now wasn’t the time for jokes. His mind hummed with anticipation.

You were pacing in your cell when Shiro punched the button for the door to slide open. You looked up, eyebrows raised.

“Get out,” he said. You did. “Explain.” You cast a look at Hunk, then you did.

Everyone listened intently as you told your story. It wasn’t much different from what you’d told Hunk, so he allowed himself to look at the others’ expressions. Allura was closed off. Shiro and Lance were sympathetic, Pidge was wringing her hands–no doubt thinking about Matt–and Keith, of course, being Keith, was scowling, a few feet away from the rest of the group with his arms crossed.

“Y/N–I want to believe you. I really do,” said Allura when you’d finished talking. “But you’ve lied to us before and I don’t know whether to trust you on this.”

You gave a resigned nod. “I know. I’m not blaming you. This time, though, I’m not asking for you to trust me or to help me. I’ll be going back anyway.”

Hunk’s heart skipped a beat. “What?” he blurted.

You looked at him–really looked at him, and he felt like his knees could give out any second. “I failed the operation I was given. That’s okay. But I owe it to my sister to at least own up to that. She’ll die–I will, too, probably–and the last of the Comets will be gone forever. But I’ll go out with a bang, take the base with me and as many of the Galra as I possibly can. I won’t go peacefully. I owe that to my people.”

“No,” Hunk said before he could think better of it. “No, you don’t–you can’t do that. Why would you do that?”

“You don’t get to make this choice for me.” You stood your ground, fists balled at your sides. Before you could go anywhere, though, a hand came to rest on your shoulder.

“Y/N, Hunk’s right,” said Keith–of all people, Keith was the one trying to talk you out of this ridiculous idea. Hunk didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry. “I’m sorry I was a dick to you. But I don’t–there has to be another way. You don’t have to do this.”

You smiled before gently shoving his hand off your shoulder. “Apology accepted. Still gonna do it.” You started marching for the hangar. No one moved for a second, stunned as they all were. Hunk snapped out of his daze first, and he sprinted to catch up with you.

“Y/N! Wait.”

You stiffened. When you turned around, dark blue rimmed your eyes, sorrow and anger and determination swirling in your ember eyes. “Let me do this, Hunk.” You brought a hand up to your chest, taking a small step back when Hunk approached you. “I want to do this.”

“No, you don’t.” Hunk didn’t know exactly what he was saying, but the words started pouring out before he could stop them. The only thought looping around in his mind was Stop them. Save them. Don’t let them get hurt. “You think you don’t have a choice. You do. Let me come with you. Let us all come with you. We can save your sister and we can destroy the base. Together. Please.”

“Hunk–”

“Y/N.” He took another step closer to you. You were close now, looking up at him through your eyelashes, dark tears spilling onto your cheeks. The stone-hard determination in your eyes was starting to crumble. He took your face in his hands, pressing his forehead to yours. “There are mistakes you can’t fix. Let me come with you. Let me help you. Please.”

And then he was kissing you. Your lips were warm, warmer than he’d expected–but he was revelling in it, and when you brought a shaking hand up to his cheek and kissed him back, he felt invincible. Like nothing could touch him, because he was here and he was kissing you.

He pulled away. “Please,” he whispered.

You took a shaky breath, fingers tracing his jaw, chewing the inside of your cheek. Then you nodded, pulling back completely. Again you nodded, more sure of yourself this time. “Okay.”

A noise sounded behind Hunk’s back. He turned to see the rest of the team hanging around the doorway, looking unsure of whether they wanted to come in or not. Allura looked slightly embarrassed, avoiding eye contact. Shiro’s eyes seemed to say: Really? Right now? But he was biting back a smile. Hunk had to hold back a grin of his own as he reached for your hand. He didn’t need to look back if you took it; the heat suddenly slipping in between his fingers was all he needed.

“C’mon,” he called to the others. He couldn’t imagine they’d still refuse to come. All resistance had completely vanished from their expressions. “We have a sister and a species to save.”

You rode with Hunk in his lion, pacing behind his chair as he shot out of the hangar, wringing your hands and muttering under your breath. Hunk cast you a look over his shoulder, eyebrow raised. “You okay?”

You gave him a tight smile. “Yeah. Just–worried. About Kyra.” The handkerchief had made its appearance in your hands again.

“We’ll get there soon,” said Hunk. “Kyra’s gonna be fine. You’ll see.” He hoped he was right.

During the trip, they worked up a makeshift plan. As soon as they started talking strategy, you hurried up to the front of the cockpit and steadied yourself on the back of Hunk’s chair, engaging in the conversation with sharp remarks and useful information about the base, the security there, the general layout of the place. Hunk felt a small burst of pride at how quickly you seemed to be able to readjust to a completely unexpected situation, though he also knew you were good at hiding your emotions. He would probably never truly know what went on in your mind–not unless you and him had time to work out… whatever it was that needed to be worked out. He didn’t quite know what you were to each other yet, but if the both of you came out of this in one piece…

He tried to push back the dopey smile threatening to creep up on his lips. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about an eventual future with you, damn it. There were other, more pressing matters at hand.

But your hand was warm on his shoulder and he allowed his mind, just for a moment, to wander and imagine the life you and him could lead. Together.

They arrived at the base way too soon.

They set the lions on a nearby asteroid because it would have moved closer to the base by the time they would need to get out (not much–but anything was something) and all of them piled into Pidge’s lion so she could get them to the base unnoticed. According to you, there was a blind spot at the underside of the base that wasn’t equipped with surveillance cameras, because you’d destroyed them prior to starting your mission.

Shiro had raised an eyebrow at that. “Were you planning something like this?”

You smiled a mischievous smile, and Hunk’s heart fluttered at the sight. “It’s good to be prepared.”

They touched down seemingly unnoticed. You had found some dark rags in Pidge’s lion, and Hunk had helped wrap them around your body, to at least dim the permanent glow that seeped from your skin. “How’s it look?” you said, voice muffled, from behind multiple layers of cloth that kind of made you look like a mummy, leaving only a slit for your eyes to peek through. In cases like these, it was nice that you didn’t need to, like, breathe.

“Fabulous.”

You rolled your eyes, but they crinkled at the corners, and Hunk couldn’t hold back a smile of his own. It probably wasn’t the best idea for the two of you to act all lovey-dovey in the moments before destroying a Galra base and causing general havoc, but hey–it might also be the last chance either of you had.

“Seriously. It looks fine. Very mysterious. It does the job.”

You nodded, eyes pensive. “What if we don’t find her? Or we do, but it’s too late?”

Hunk set his jaw. “We’ll blow up the base and everyone in it.”

You looked at him for a moment, ember eyes ablaze. “Sounds good.”

You were very stealthy when you needed to be.

Footsteps nearly soundless, you didn’t carry any weapons with you except a long knife the size of your forearm you’d borrowed from Keith, and you got rid of the guards you encountered quite effectively. Hunk didn’t even need to unlock his bayard the first two times. He raised an eyebrow at you. You grinned. “I might not be quite as helpless as I made it sound.”

No shit, Hunk thought.

They were lucky to have you. You mumbled to yourself as you led them through the corridors–you’d insisted on taking a small team inside (consisting of him, Pidge, and Keith) while the rest waited for your signal–as you tried to recall exactly where your sister was kept. You had to backtrack a few times, and almost caused them to run into a chattering group of Galra soldiers, but you were doing fine.

You skidded around a corner and halted, looking around, eyes suddenly bright and hopeful. “I know this. I remember this. We’re close. I can feel her.” Hunk almost smiled. They were almost there.

But then the alarms started blaring.

“What,” muttered Pidge as she furiously tapped her wristband. She looked up. “I lost control over the system. I don’t–that’s never happened before.”

“It’s okay, we have enough time,” you said quickly, making a beeline for a particular door on the far edge of the corridor. “Wait here.” And you exploded into dust.

Hunk stopped in his tracks, not quite sure of what just happened. Keith and Pidge looked just as stunned. But on the other side of the door, he could hear grunts and surprised yells, and at one point there was a clang as if something hit the door on the other side. “Uh..”

A minute later, the door hissed open and you beckoned them in. “She’s here. Come on.”

Kyra was trapped inside a cell that looked like a glass tube–but a glass tube filled with liquid and so small she had to twist herself into weird shapes to even fit in. There was almost nothing left of the glow that usually surrounded all Comets; it had dimmed to barely a shimmer rippling across her skin. Her jaw was clenched, and Hunk could see how hard she was trying to break the walls of her confinement, and when he eyes settled on you they went wide and a huge smile spread across her features. Her lips moved.

You ran up to her, pressing a hand to the tube. “Kyra.” You balled your hand to a fist. “I’m getting you out of here.”

Pidge was already moving for the control panel. Her fingers hesitantly moved over the buttons, pressing here and there and waiting for anything to happen. “I have no idea what I’m doing.” She pressed a button again. Something puffed and hissed out steam, but nothing happened.

In the distance, the rumbling of multiple Galra soldiers approached with every passing second. You launched yourself at the panel next to the door, slamming your hand on it so it closed, and then you hacked the panel off the wall with your knife. You’d successfully locked them in.

“It buys us time,” you said in response to Keith’s glare before running back to Pidge. “Can you get it to work?”

“With time. This is different from the other control panels I’ve seen, and everything is in Galran, of course… I can get it to open. How long do you think we’ve got?”

The first bang sounded on the other side of the door. It didn’t dent, but Hunk could have sworn the walls shook. His hands itched for his bayard, and he summoned it, just in case.

“Maybe five minutes,” you said, face steely but nerves lacing your voice. “Lucky us they had to reinforce the insides of this place so we wouldn’t wreak havoc.”

“Then how did you get in?” said Keith, off-topic, more out of nerves than anything else, suspected Hunk.

“They had to worry about us getting out, not getting in.”

“Right.”

A hiss. A splashing sound. And the tube retracted, liquid spilling out of it in waves and Kyra flopping onto the ground, hacking a lung out coughing (did Comets even have lungs?) and throwing her sopping hair out of her face, blinking furiously. You screamed, skidding onto your knees and slamming into her like a freight train, pressing your face into her shoulder and almost squeezing her to death.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Kyra choked out, weakly tapping your arm, “watch the ribs. Ow.”

You immediately let go. “Of course. Yeah. Sorry.” You pulled down the cloth hiding the bottom part of your face, revealing your massive grin. You frowned, pushing strands of sopping wet hair out of your sister’s face, turning her head this way and that to check if she was okay, fussing over her as you sat in front of her on your knees. Hunk suddenly felt like he was watching something very intimate, and he looked away, just for a second.

But then there was a crashing sound, and a dent appeared in the door. Pidge scrambled up, pushing her helmet back on. “We need to go. Y/N.”

You nodded. “Right. Right. Can you walk? Can you streak?”

“Walking, sure. I think. Running, maybe. Streaking, probably not,” said Kyra with a wince. She held on to your arm for a moment before taking some wobbly steps forward. “Whoa. Funny how months locked in a tiny tube can mess up one’s body.” Hunk pretended not to see how you flinched at that.

You caught his eye and nodded at him. “Now.”

Hunk gestured for everyone to flatten themselves against the wall, then told Shiro to hit them with the lasers. Not them, obviously, but the room they were in. And sure enough, a humming sound filled the air, slowly growing louder. It made the hairs on his neck stand up. Then a scorching laser beam blasted the wall next to him, only feet away from his face, and when it died down there was a smoking, red-hot round passage for them to fly through.

You went first, giving your sister’s hand a squeeze before streaking out of the vessel. (Streaking was apparently what it was called when you moved so fast that he couldn’t see anything but–well–a streak of light. Creative naming, right there.) Hunk grabbed Kyra’s hand as he fired up his jetpack and made his way to Lance’s lion, who was on his way to pick them up. You, on the other hand, were planting explosives all around the base.

Sirens were blaring. Galra fighters were pouring out of the base. Everything had to happen quickly.

Lance took them all back to the asteroid. Everyone took back their own lions. In the cockpit of his yellow lion, at the controls, knowing Kyra was sitting in the back and alive and okay, Hunk felt instantly better. He allowed himself to hope–maybe this would work out, after all.

Whilst everyone else joined the battle, he waited for a number of agonising minutes for you to return. Nobody was to engage the base before they knew for sure you were out of range and safe, and the best way to ensure that was for Hunk to wait for you. He tapped the controls with his index finger, muttering under his breath, “Come on, come on, come on,” until he saw a familiar stripe of light zoom towards him.

He opened the hatch and a split second later you came tumbling in, slamming your body against the other side of the cockpit and making the entire lion rock with your speed. You didn’t seem fazed as you scrambled up and yelled “Go! Go, go, go!”

To Hunk, there was nothing more morbidly satisfying than watching the base that had caused you and your sister so much pain blow up in a bajillion little pieces. He actually smiled at it. And he meant it. He was the last one to turn back and follow the others back to the castle.

A familiar weight settled on his shoulder. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to your hand, ignoring Kyra’s startled but smug “Oh?” in the background. You looked down at him, the fire in your eyes not quite died down–but more at peace. A light flickering, as opposed to the violent blazing he’d gotten used to. He liked it like this. It made him feel warm in the chest.

“So where are you going to go after this?” he asked softly, recalling how you’d said Comets were a nomad people. The thought of you leaving was painful, but if that’s what would make you happy…

You grinned, placing your hands around his face. “I think I’ll stay a while.” And then you pressed your lips onto his, hand leaving his face only to flip your sister off who whooped in the background. He giggled against your mouth, pulling away to kiss you on the cheek and pressing his forehead to yours.

“What?” you whispered, a smile of your own curling your lips.

He nuzzled his nose to yours. “Nothing. I’m just–glad. That everything worked out.”

You closed your eyes, muscles finally relaxing. “Me too.”

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themfchase · 6 years ago

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negotiation (m) pt II

Jeon Jungkook x reader

negotiation. (m) ✎ [6k words] genre: smut, NSFW, boss!au warnings: dirty talk, explicit sex, oral (receiving), dom jungkook? dirtbag jungkook. just be prepared. part 3

description: Jeon Jungkook was the worst boss you could ask for. But what happens when you two bump into each other at a fundraiser your very wealthy family - who you don’t want people to know about - is throwing?

A/N: Part two is finally here yall, sorry it took so long. Lemme know what you guys think and please, if there are any mistakes too. K? k. Kisses, bye.

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When you woke up the next morning to the sound of your alarm, you immediately felt your body hurt. Your head started pounding and you lifted your hand to massage your temple, you moved a little and felt a weird ache in your core and your eyes shot open. ‘Oh my God.’ You thought as you remembered your encounter with your boss at your parent's fundraiser. ‘OH MY GOD’. You felt panic start to flood you as you covered your face with both hands. You couldn’t believe yourself. You had fucked your disgusting, evil, rude, fucker of a boss. And worse, it had been so fucking good. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’ you cursed yourself over and over again, as you got out of bed and into the shower. You thought about what you would say, or how you would act. He would be professional, wouldn’t he? Or he’ll just be more of a dick and use it against you. You shook your head, wanting anything else than to go to work on Monday. But then again, he had said you’d be taking his place. Was he lying? Did you still have your job? You were so confused and sore. When you got out of the shower, you checked your phone. 4 missed calls. You called the unknown number and as soon as they answered you regretted calling. ‘Where the fuck are you? I have to announce your new position, you’re late!’ Late? It was Sunday, how were you late? Jungkook spat on the other side of the phone. ‘Come quickly, I’ll have a driver pick you up, oh... were something nice and easy to take off.’ You could hear his smirk through the phone. You were speechless, you’re mouth open in surprise. ‘Wait, what?’ You asked as soon as you realized what he had said about what you should wear. ‘Fuck, Y/N, you’re taking my place, remember? Do you even want this promotion? You’re not just working from Monday to Friday if you want this.’ He asked, annoyance flooding his words. ‘No, not that... you want me to wear something easy to take off? Are you serious?’ You asked. He couldn’t be serious about the whole ‘fuck you when I please’ thing, that was just dirty talk, wasn’t it? ‘Yes. Please, pay attention. I don’t like repeating myself.’ He sounded so arrogant you wanted to hit your phone. ‘Jungkook, we’re not fucking again, you can’t be serious.’ You said firmly. Your towel hanging on your body. ‘Yes, I am. And we are... In my new office, over the table, so please, do as I say.’ And he hung up. Your eyes were wide open, as you stared at your phone. He was delusional if he thought you’d be sleeping with him again. Not in a million years. Not now that you were sober, and thinking straight. As you chose what to wear, you couldn’t help but scoff at the idea of doing what Jungkook had asked of you. You selected a black Chanel dress, stockings, and stilettos. A part of you wondered if you chose a dress to make it easier for him, but the other reassured, you had chosen stockings so it wouldn’t be. You shook off the thought of doing whatever he thought you two would do and dried your hair, applying makeup next. When you’re intercom buzzed you looked trough the little screen that showed the front door and you saw a man in a suit with black glasses on. It was the driver Jungkook had said he would send you. You got your bag and made you’re way down to the entrance of your luxury loft building. As you greeted the driver that had a stern face, you smiled weakly, and he opened the door for you, you didn’t even look inside and as soon as he closed the door you jumped out of surprise. ‘For someone as rich as I imagine you are, you sure live in a simple place.’ Jungkook said without looking away from his phone as he was surely working. You scoffed and regained your composure as you looked away from him. ‘If I wanted people to know I was filthy rich, I would live with my parents in that 13 room Mansion.’ You argued and he finally looked away from his phone to look back at you. ‘Ah... It refreshes me to see you aren't wearing one of those hideous pantsuits.’ He stated as he looked you up and down. ‘Well, I never knew I had to dress up like a Victoria Secret model to work at an office.’ He annoyed you so much. Of course, he was amazing in sex, very good looking and yes... You couldn’t deny his dedication to work even if most of the time he made you do fifty percent of it. ‘I tried to understand why you omitted who you were, but somehow that does not make sense to me.’ He changed subjects yet again looking out the window. He sounded so formal, so different from yesterday, from this morning on the phone. ‘I wanted to do something for myself, get somewhere by my own efforts and not because my father is someone important... well, too late for that now.’ You looked down at your hand on your lap, clearly uncomfortable, there was no need to lie to him, not with the fact he knew who you were. ‘If it makes you feel any better... There is a slight percentage of my decision that was based on your capacity, but then again... If I didn’t find out yesterday, I wouldn’t have looked at you twice for the position.’ He admitted with no shame or unease in his voice. You rolled your eyes at his pettiness, he was just like the rest of them, just the interest and no passion at all. ‘Carter, you can pick us up in about an hour and take us to the office.’ Jungkook said to his driver, the man in the front just nodded and in two minutes the car stopped in front of a Hotel. Carter went all the way around to open the door for you, and as a good rich kid raised with all these little privileges, you waited as he did so. When you got out, Jungkook came right after as you walked inside the lobby of the expensive hotel and was greeted by two bus boys in gold, red and white uniforms. ‘Mr. Jeon, it’s very nice to see you again, the council is already waiting in the usual conference room.’ Said one of the bus boys and Jungkook just nodded, not even looking at the boy. You smiled at them and thanked them as you followed inside and made your way to the elevators. Inside, Jungkook presses the top floor and you waited as the elevator made its way. It suddenly hit you, you were being announced as the new CEO of Youth Winder Inc. The butterflies in your stomach started flapping their wings insistingly and you felt nervous. You didn’t even notice Jungkook was eyeing you. ‘I thought I told you to wear something easy to take off.’ He said with irritation in his voice. You looked up at him. ‘And I said we are not fucking, Jungkook... Forget it.’ You straightened your dress and tried to look confident as the elevator approached the floor. ‘You keep saying that, but I’ll be taking those clothes off very soon.’ There was a hint of fun in his voice that made a spark hit your core, you shook it off, this was all a chase for him and that made you even more irritated. ‘Well, good thing I’m wearing stockings.’ You said, trying to win the whole bickering war. ‘Oh... Don’t worry, they’re very easy to rip off.’ Jungkook looked at you with fire in his eyes that made your whole body shiver and you heard the ring of the elevator announcing you had reached the top floor. Jungkook got out as soon as the doors opened and you lingered for a while, trying to hide the absolute irritation that flooded your body. As Jungkook opened the door to the conformance room you took in the beautiful view of the city as part of the room was made of glass that went from the ceiling to the floor. ‘Gentlemen, Ladies...’ Junkook started and you acknowledged the 3 people inside the very large room, seated on the couches and one standing with a glass of expensive bourbon in his hands. ‘I am very sorry we are late, our hard working Y/N was at the office still trying to fix some problems we had this month.’ He lied. Why was he doing that? Was he trying to convince them that choosing you was a good idea? Was he not sure you were fit for the job and in the end... This was all out of interest? You knew you were good, you knew how hard you had worked despite the way he treated you, you would not let him lie to convince the council this was a good idea as they waited for you to fail. ‘Are you fucking her?’ Said a younger gentleman, one that was standing behind the couch with bourbon in his hand. Your eyes widened a little at the very rude and straightforward comment. Jungkook laughed and shook his head, pinching the space between his nose and taking in a deep breath. ‘Namjoon, there is no need for pettiness.’ Said the other one that was seated with his legs crossed. ‘Well, Jin, you can’t blame me, when has Jungkook tried to sell an idea with little lies like the one he just told us?’ He argued then looked back at me. ‘Don’t worry sweetheart, you can go back to being a receptionist after this, we won't blame you.’ You swallowed the burning rage that started building up inside you as they spoke of and at you with such disrespect, you took a deep breath and you saw Jungkook open his mouth to speak, but you were faster than him. ‘Well, Mr. Kim, I’m sorry you think of me that way, but as a matter of fact, I am keen to inform the members of the council that as of Thursday, we have found that we can decrease the price of the land we want to bye in India Ferrero, giving that it used to be taken by a toxic wast company by at least 19%, and I know for a fact that we are down by 7% in market Stocks, and turning that land into a clean energy sight, our market value will increase significantly, if my calculations are right, about 9%, the only problem we had as of right now was convincing the owner of the land to sell it to us, and that will no longer be a problem.’ You finished your speech and Jungkook shot a look at you. ‘It won't?’ He asked with surprise in his voice. ‘No, it won't, and if you paid attention to any of the files and contracts I asked Emma to bring to you, you would have known that.’ You glanced at him. It was silent for a moment and Namjoon spoke again. ‘I change my mind, I like her.’ He laughed shortly, taking another sip of his drink. Jungkook exhaled in annoyance and looked back at the group of people. ‘As you can see, I’m pretty sure I made a good choice.’ He said and you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself. ‘If anyone has the courage to speak to you like that, then I’m pretty sure they’re fit for the job.’ Said the woman who you identified by Sun, she was one of the oldest in the council. ‘Yes, and to top it all off, Mr. Y/L/N...’ You knew what he was doing, he was exposing you and you knew that the council now aware of your family it wasn’t a matter of you being good at your job or not, but what you would offer. ‘Is keen to help us with investors, being her father one of them.’ Everyone in the room straightened their bodies, it wasn’t just the fact that your father was rich enough to buy the whole company, but that he was important, someone with influence, and by investing and having a percentage of the company, that would open enough doors that would make it skyrocket it’s way in the market of clean energy, becoming the biggest. ‘Is he interested?’ Asked Jin calmly. ‘I’m sure he will be, with the proper presentation of what income he would make of it, of course.’ You said truly. Your father loved you, of course, and he would do it just for you, but you didn’t want that, you wanted him to see potential in the company, and now that the council knew there was an opportunity for him to invest, you would have to do everything in your efforts to make it happen. Everyone nodded, all lost in the idea of having someone like your father as a partner, you decided to say something about it. ‘But... Do not get the wrong idea. He is my father, but I will not use my influence as his daughter to get him to participate in the shares, I will do my job as CEO and as I know I am completely capable of it, he will surely accept.’ Everyone looked at you, including Jungkook, a nervous look on his face. ‘That is very admirable of you, Y/N.’ Said Jin again. And with handshakes and a signed contract after another fifteen minutes off small talk and a very playful apology from Namjoon, you were out of the door in no time, irritation and anger building up inside you. This was what you wanted, you wanted this job, the trouble of it, the headache, but you also wanted it differently. But the way they had treated you before was simply a turnoff, and you just needed to go home. You didn’t even notice Jungkook walking beside you until he spoke. ‘Very impressive.’ He said with a low voice. Almost as if he were irritated as well. You were mad at him, mad at the council, mad at yourself. ‘Fuck off, Jungkook.’ You said pressing the button of the elevator several times as if that would make it come faster. ‘I will...’ He said with malice in his voice. You looked at him with disbelief, is he still thinking you two were gonna fuck? ‘Why do you keep thinking that I am going to fuck you again, Jungkook? Can’t you take a hint?’ You were panting now. ‘Because we made a deal, my end has just happened.’ He answered, leaning against the wall next to the elevator and putting his hands in his pocket. ‘Deal?! What deal, Jungkook? You were fucking me and I was drunk, I would have agreed to anything at that moment.’ You said crossing your arms and waiting for the elevator. ‘I should have taken advantage of that then, maybe make you bring me coffee too.’ He said. That was it, you had it, just like the moment in the office on Friday, you were done with him. ‘Listen close... I hate you with every fiber of me, I dislike you to a point where if you were to die I wouldn’t even care, so leave me alone, don’t speak to me unless it is about work and work only.’ You spat at him and he looked as if that was only serving as fuel to his fire. ‘Baby, don’t get me wrong, I hate your spoiled ass just as much... But I can’t deny you turn me on, while you were giving that little speech of yours, all I wanted to do was throw you against one of those couches and fuck you harder than before.’ You couldn’t help but feel the heat the was concentrating in the middle of your body from his words and the pet name, you couldn’t take your eyes off his lustful ones, he eyed your body, licking his lips when they came back to yours. ‘You’re fucking crazy.’ You managed to say as your heart raced. ‘Tell me you didn’t like it.’ He asked with dare in his eyes. You looked back at the elevator, unable to lie to him since you knew he would see right through it. You didn’t notice when he moved, standing behind you. ‘Tell me you didn’t like my hands on you.’ Your body jumped at the surprise of his voice so close behind you. ‘Even better tell me you hated them on you.” His voice was full of lust, full of want. ‘N-No, I’m not answering that.’ You said, clearly affected by his proximity. You would not amuse him. You felt his breath against your neck and you felt your body shiver, all the hairs sticking out. ‘Say you hated the way I felt inside you, say it.’ He said, his hand brushing your arm slightly. Your body was on fire, you could feel the ache in your core, the memory of how good he felt, how fast he made you cum, how intense and absolutely delicious it felt. ‘No.’ Your voice was but a whisper. You wanted him, even though you hated him, your body was begging for him, and you just couldn’t deny it. ‘Why?’ He asked, pushing your hair to the side, his lips brushing your skin. You just couldn’t move and you melted into him. ‘I can’t.’ You said, he finally pushed your body to his, his bulge already hard against you. It amused you how you turned him on, the feeling of his erection making you extremely hot. ‘Can’t what?’ His voice was so low and sexy, it made you feel the humidity start to take place between your legs. ‘I-I can’t lie.’ You felt his smirk against your neck and you bucked your hips backwards, pressing against his erection, he let out a groan that felt like music to your ears. ‘I loved it.’ You said and that was the turning point. In a second you were being pulled with him into one of the many conference rooms on that floor, and there was a part of you that was excited, completely blocking out your better judgment. He closed the door and looked at you, you stood, turned to him, inside the room, your chest rising and falling. He looked so dangerous, eyeing your whole body as if you were prey. As if you were hunt. His hands went up to meet his tie. ‘You know, I wanted to do this in my new office, but.. I guess that will have to wait.’ His voice was controlled, low and sinful as he started taking the peace of fabric off. You didn’t dare to speak, it seemed like something changes inside him when he was turned on. He walked so slowly towards you and you took a few steps back, you didn’t know why, and you felt the edge of a table. Jungkook stopped mare inched from you his eyes glued to yours. ‘Give me your hands.’ You hesitated then remembered how that made him mad. You put them in front of you and Jungkook put the fabric around them, tying them together. ‘You see, Y/N, I was very serious about this part of our little negotiation, and you denying me what you agreed on just makes me so...’ He pulled on the fabric making sure it was tight and your body came forward with the force. ‘Mad.’ You bit your lower lip, the desire now filling the room and making the air feel heavy. You saw a spark in his eyes while he watched your teeth release your lip, leaving it a little swollen. He turned you around and pushed your body against the table, you couldn’t help but let a small squeak of surprise leave your lips as you laid on top of your tied hands. He raised your dress above your ass, you couldn’t see him, but you could just tell he was savoring the view, and then all of a sudden you felt the force and sound of him ripping your stockings, leaving you only in your black lace underwear as it hung from the other parts it wasn’t ripped off. ‘I’m going to do everything I please with you right now, Y/N, and I want you to keep quiet, do you understand?’ He said, you could hear he was panting, completely immersed in desire. ‘We don’t want Namjoon to prove his theory right, do we?’ He asked. You felt him caress your ass, his touch so warm. And you were so wet at this point you knew he could see it. ‘Y-yes Sir.’ You said remembering what he wanted to go by. You knew that would do something to him, and when you felt his hands caress over your underwear your body jolted out of pleasure and surprise. ‘You learn so fast, baby girl.’ He used the pet name, making you clench around nothing. His hands were softly brushing your core over the fabric, and it felt so good you thought you could cum with only that. When he stopped over your clit and pressed his fingers on it, stimulating in a circular motion, you let out a moan, the feeling so good and overwhelming. ‘Do you like that, baby?’ He asked and you swallowed, feeling your mouth so dry. ‘Y-Yes, Sir.’ You managed to say, your voice hoarse and weak. He stopped and slid your underwear aside, rubbing his fingers over your core and spreading your arousal. He resumed his motions with his humid fingers over your clit making it even harder for you to hold back your moans. ‘Shhh, baby, don’t make any noise.’ He said so low, you almost didn’t hear him. ‘Fuck... Look at how wet you are, such a mess.’ He said completely taken by your wet pussy. ‘Tell me who this is for.’ He asked and your mouth opened, as you started to move your hips slightly in sync with his motion. ‘Y-you.’ He slipped his thumb inside you and you moaned loud then bit your lip to hold back. ‘I’-It’s for you... J-Just for you.’ You said with an airy voice. You wished you could see his face, you wished you could just look at him and that all the distaste you had for him would come rushing back like a could shower making you less into him like this. ‘You want to cum, baby?’ He asked as he pumped his thumb in and out of you slowly. He was torturing you. You let out little moans, feeling that very same feeling from the day at the party, if he went on like this, you were going to cum with his hands. ‘N-no... I want more.’ You said but the build up was already happening, and the rush that was coming to meet your core felt so strong that even if he stopped, as soon as he touched you again, you would cum, even so, you didn’t want to cum yet. ‘J-Jungkook, stop... I’m gonna... I’m g-gonna c-cum if you don’t stop.’ You said and expected him to do so, but he just went on without saying anything. When It got too hard to hold you felt every muscle in your body clench, you laid your forehead on the table and your toes curled inside your heels as you felt your body convulse with the power of your orgasm. Trying to hold back your moans were impossible and the clenching of your core felt so strong he didn’t take his thumb from inside you, feeling every single contraction. He didn’t let you came down from it, instead just lifting you and turning you around. The look of pure lust on his face as he looked at your fucked out form just made you clench again and he laid you back down, back against the table, he lifted your legs so you were completely lying on it and with a fast and strong motion, you saw one of your favorite underwear get torn from you, he looked so animalistic, and that turned you on very, very much. You thought he would fuck you now, get his own release, but he latched his mouth over your core and the sensibility came crashing into you, making you shake and try to get him off of you, but he held your hips in place, burrying his face deep within you. ‘Jungkook!’ You yelled, and he opened his eyes and looked straight into yours, that was enough to shut you up. ‘Oh my god!’ You screamed again and the second high came so fast and so intense you didn’t know it was possible. You screwed your eyes shut, it was almost painful, but your body was shaking so hard immersed in pleasure that it was inviting. Your walls clenched uncontrollably over nothing and you couldn’t help a whiny moan escape your lips as you saw white. Jungkook stood straight up his mouth glistening with your cum and you observed that beautiful scene as if it were a painting. ‘Jungkook...’ You called at him, your voice so weak. He looked back at you. ‘Please... Please fuck me.’ You begged him with a whiny voice that had him flooded with desire. You could see his hard erection through his pants. ‘How could I deny you anything when you ask me like that?’ He said and started unbuckling his pants, it fell to the floor as soon as he unbuttoned it and all was left was his dark gray boxers that had a wet spot where his pre-cum had stained. He pulled them down, letting his cock swing free and your mouth watered at the sight, you were so anxious to feel him inside you, to have that feeling of fulfillment you had the day before and Jungkook could tell. ‘Tell me how much you want it.’ He asked and you bit your lip as he approached his cock to your entrance. ‘I want it so much... So, so much.’ You said, completely taken over by your own lust. ‘I want it inside me, Sir... Please... Show me how much of a slut I am with your cock, please.’ You didn’t even know you had it in you. But as soon as the words came out, they sounded so natural, so dirty, but competently natural. And it sounded like exactly what he wanted to head, cause the next moment he was slammed inside you with one movement making him groan. ‘Fuck, you feel so tight.’ He cursed when you clenched around him. The stretch of his cock inside you stung a little, but It still felt amazing. Jungkook didn’t waste any time in rocking his hips in and out of you ever so gently for you to adjust, but as soon as you relaxed he held one of your legs up and slammed into you making you body buck. ‘Fuck!’ You cursed. And that was nothing more than an incentive for him to go on. With each thrust of his hips, you felt his cock hit the back of your core, panting and moaning his name, it was all so overwhelming. ‘Look at you... All ready to cum for me again, such a dirty, dirty little girl.’ He said between gritted teeth and you could tell he was holding back his release. You clenched around him and moved you hips. He held them tight and stopped. ‘Don’t.’ He said with authority in his voice. ‘Your gonna cum one more time for me.’ And he resumed his movements only slamming harder inside you. You could barely speak with how hard he was fucking you. ‘I-I don’t t-think I c-can...’ You said while your voice was failing. ‘Yes you can, now cum for me... That’s a fucking order.’ He said while he pounded, his hips probably bruising you. You started feeling the heat build up in your core, and you knew that coming again would probably feel painful, but you didn’t dare go against his word. Jungkook’s thumb came to your clit, and even though it was still a little sensitive, it was enough to take you over the edge. You came undone the third time with curses filling the room, Jungkook’s as well. And when you clenched so hard over him, he groaned and tried to continue moving, but it was hard. The pain mixed with the immense pleasure took over your whole body, and you moved your hips without noticing just riding off your high and that was enough to bring Jungkook to his release, with a hard thrust he let his head drop back and came inside you with a guttural moan that sounded so freaking hot. You felt as his cock twitched inside you, his release filling you up ever so pleasurable. When he came forward, his forehead against your chest, the room was left filled with the sound of your breathes and panting as they were ragged and loud. You felt your body numb, you were so tired you felt your eyes starting to shut and you could barely feel when he pulled out of you, but not moving away from your body. The intensity of what had just happened had drained you of all energy and you felt yourself doze off.

You opened your eyes the first time and you saw the ceiling of the hallway of the hotel, you were being carried, and then you shut them again to taken by your exhaustion. The second time you opened your eyes it was dark outside and you felt your body ache, you were in a very comfortable bed, you got up on your hands and looked around, not recognizing the place you were in, you searched for your phone and you found it beside you, on a nightstand. It was eight o’clock. It was eight o’clock at night. With a fast motion, you took off the covers. Where the hell were you? ‘Good morning.’ You heard Jungkook’ voice and immediately turn in his direction. He was seated at an armchair, a very dim light illuminating his face. He observed you, up and down. ‘Did you sleep well?’ He asked, a very cold tone in his voice. ‘Where am I?’ You asked looking at him, uneasy. ‘We’re still at the hotel...’ He said and got up. ‘After you.. Well, basically fainted, I called and asked them to arrange a room for you.’ He stopped a couple of feet from you and crossed his arms. ‘Who got me here? I don’t remember walking.’ You said as you looked around for your things. ‘I carried you here.’ He said. You shot a look back at him, you would have thought he’d ask Carter, a Hotel employee to do that, that would sound exactly like what someone as horrible as him would do. ‘Did you stay here?’ You asked wondering why he was still around. ‘Yes, I wanted to make sure you were fine.’ He said and put his hands is his pockets looking away from you. There was an awkward silence and you straightened your dress. You were no longer wearing the ripped pantyhose or your shoes and you assumed he must have taken them off. ‘Well... Uhm.. Thank you, I guess. I-I’m fine.’ You said without looking at him, you were clearly embarrassed. ‘Good, take a shower, I asked Carter you buy you new underwear, it’s right over there, and please, don’t be long, my reservation is due in forty minutes.’ He said looking at his watch. ‘You can go, you don’t need to wait for me, I can take a cab.’ You said walking over to the bag of what looked like Bordelle lingerie. Of course, he would want you to wear that brand. You thought. ‘You’re coming with me.’ He said in a very stern voice. You looked back at him, confused. ‘What? Jungkook..’ He wanted to take you out for dinner? This was going too far. ‘You’re not taking me out for dinner, this is not a relationship.’ You fired back with annoyance in your voice. ‘Please,’ he scoffed. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, we have a meeting.’ He also sounded annoyed. ‘With who?’ You asked clearly not wanting to spend another minute with him. ‘With your Daddy, princess.’

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sincewereahoe · 6 years ago

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ok but tell me what else you liked!!!!! i want deets

okay i’mma break this down into like all my thoughts.

alessia oh alessia, she is fucking beautiful, i wish i pulled off dress pants and suit like she did, ALSO HOW DOES SHE SING she jumped the whole time and sounded flawless

first half was awesome, TNHMB lost in japan and nervous really pulled through if shawn had rid us of the medley with mutual and bad rep that would have been a fucking opening, he also did not play Don’t Be a Fool wtf?? shawn?

now honestly stage b, the whole thing i pretty much forgot because it was boring…. oops , like to be you was WONDERFUL though and we all loved it, ruin always is that bitch, everyone likes when you’re ready. so i think honestly shawn should have not done these little medley things. but i get it and he said it before starting it’s hard to pick, but i think picking makes it better. also i wanna dance with somebody, i stg if he removes that but keeps fix you… it’s gonna be elbows up

ALSo i liked he talked a little more, i can no longer complain about that. we know he’s not talkative onstage but he finally has enough that it feels like he’s present with us, i always said, he doesn’t need much just a little because before he wouldn’t talk at all and it felt so rushed, where now yes he moved at the same pace but a few times he stopped and it wasn’t just entirely rehearsed speech for 10 seconds

can treat you better go?

particular taste, HOLY FUCK BITCH I WAS NOT PREPARED THAT SONG FUCKING SLAPS SO DAMN HARD, HARDEST ONE OF THE NIGHT LIKE WOWWWWWW HE SMILING TOO, LIKE HOLY SHIT LET ME SIT ON YOUR FACE

where were you in the morning, i paid $134 and still went to Hawaii with that sunset background, also my baby zubin i love you, also the YUP he did excuse me

shawn really fucking made me listen to fallin all into you… i have no words

IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU WOW WE JUST FUCKING LOST IT SO FUN

New appreciation for Why, it was that song of the show the one you didn’t care for but now you like “okay i get it”

in my blood the confetti and smoke machine i love

overall the show was great, they did an amazing job with the set, the flower was so nice, the screens and displays during the songs were so good, i like the stage shape i think it allowed everyone to see - even the side view people, the camera crew did a 10/10 bang up job, shawn was very present, he sounds fucking AMAZING, genuinely that guy has talent and if any annoying white boy wants to say he has no talent you slap them because shawn really fucking does, he really does yall

now the only thing really to complain about, was yes some of the set and how it was set up, but you can’t expect the whole show to be banging, but i just really feel that you can see the vast improvement musically with shawn’s old stuff and the new stuff, the old stuff is kinda boring and he can’t really change it to make it not boring?

also being older was hard, the girls behind me were so goddamn annoying, literally screaming so loud my ears hurt and for no reason. and then kept making jokes about how sexy shawn was, and that just killed me a little because it’s sad

also, i’m really glad i came at this with no feelings of deep fan love for him anymore. outside the actual arena, it was nothing but a cash grab. The merch is FUCKING ugly, that $21 drink ( maybe that was the arena and has nothing to do with shawn) but that being said i’m just happy i showed up and was not feeling pressured to buy things because i was a big fan. I’m glad that part of me is gone. And i’m glad that I enjoyed the show not as a big big fan anymore.

i also need to say, fan girls… we go hard, like for real if people come at you for shawn and say he only has fans because he’s hot then whatever, because the energy is unreal when young girls and women get together in one room

so overall, my “complaints’ aren’t really anything or it’s out of shawn’s control my biggest suggestion to people unsure of going, buy a ticket and just go only for the concert, you’ll really feel like it’s worth it, but don’t feel you need to buy an experience. i think that something that has been over glorified. you don’t need the best seats or to buy all the merch in order to have a good experience.

music, it’s all about the music and having a good time and that’s the experience friends

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April 2 Dancitron Movie Night - 101 Dalmations

Ravage spent the whole night pissed off that they were watching a movie about dogs. Prowl had to get reassurance from Soundwave that the dogs weren’t going to start singing.

After the movie, Prowl learned—for the first time in over two and a half years in the multiverse—about grayfaces. He’s still extremely skeptical. Sounds fake. But okay fine, he supposes that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. He’s just not sure why these aliens are, apparently, messing around with Cybertronians, for no reason but apparently entertainment.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm *Soundwave's at one of the game tables, finishing up a game of Hax against the AI. He'll get seated properly when there's more people.* Specs 7:49 pm *the dragon comes in, lugging along a cartful of treats. they're the more finicky delicacies tonight- mercury stars, mercury and silver drops, energon gummis, and similar. they go up on the snack table with everything else, and the dragon goes up on the back of an unoccupied couch and loafs like she belongs there. Soundwave gets a nod of acknowledgement, but the dragon doesn't speak- he seems occupied.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm ((NO mention of terrorcon or Unicron tonight. This is fuzzytimed to after that's taken care of because I don't know how that's gonna go.)) Smokescreen 7:49 pm ((AAAAAAA that's fair! Smokescreen 7:51 pm /He's sitting down, pretty far from Soundwave! He's got a particular book out again... He's not even hiding the cover, he figures Soundwave won't pick up on it./ Prowl 7:53 pm *arrives via the front door like y'do* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *Soundwave can smell the mercury and silver drops from where he is. A feeler slowly stretches out from where he is at the table to snatch a gripful and put them in a small cube for later.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *And he can see the cover by way of the many, many pieces of spying equipment littering the building. He's just not in the mood to persuade Smokescreen to let him see it. It's good to have confirmation, though.* Swoop 7:54 pm ((I'm going to be ooc today. Soundwave can rest easy. Swoop is destroying other rooms lol)) Prowl 7:55 pm ((swooooooop Swoop 7:55 pm ((Swoop is currently under several hundred tons of Dinobots lol)) Specs 7:56 pm ((poor pterobaby)) Prowl 7:56 pm ((that is good but also sad because reasons 😔 Smokescreen 7:56 pm /Smokescreen's grinning to himself- he's like 1000% sure this is one secret he can keep from Soundwave! He's also rereading a few particular paragraphs by Alpha Trion, which is kind of comforting./ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm ((poor poor swoop)) Smokescreen 7:58 pm /He does look up to wave at Roundverse Prowl, though, offering a seat if the bot's interested!/ Smokescreen 7:58 pm ((😧 swoooop.... Swoop 7:58 pm ((poor BOB)) Prowl 8:03 pm *Prowl will pick her way carefully between tables to the bar to get something to drink. Thankfully, Mirage's visits have at least given her an approximate idea of the layout, so she has an easy enough time of it.*

*Smokescreen should definitely say something to get her attention* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *Soundwave glances up to look at Prowl and passes along a mumble-ish [[Evening]] before staring at his game again. He's so close to finishing this one...*

*Ravage smacks the bar with a paw, claws out, but doesn't catch any bit of Prowl. He wasn't trying to. Only to warn her to watch herself.* =What.= ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *He's in a bad mood. DOGS.* Smokescreen 8:06 pm Hey! It's good to see you again, Prowl! Uhhh. How're the drinks over there? ... are we watching a dog movie sounds ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm ((three whole wily)) wily 8:07 pm ((I feeex) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm [[Hmm? Mhm.]] *Moves another piece.* Prowl 8:09 pm *leans away from the noise of Ravage's paw striking the bar and reaches into her subspace to pull out a few things in trade* Do you have any additives?

*she turns slightly toward Smokescreen* I've been told they're excellent. Would you like something as well? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm =It is a BAR.= *Of COURSE they have additives.* =What do you want.= Smokescreen 8:10 pm Ooh- I'd be up for something too! If you want, you can sit with me and drink? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm ((we'll go another 10 - bc i'm waiting on my own food - and then i'll start. get food and all that now.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *Another move, a (quiet) playback of fanfare, and Soundwave stands up, turning off the table. He's ready to join the others now.* Prowl 8:13 pm That's fine, Smokescreen. And rhubarbium with regular grade, please, Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm [[Good evening, all. Dragon, Smokescreen.]]

*Ravage growls and grumbles but sets about doing as asked.* =You pay extra, hm.= Prowl 8:14 pm *frowns* That hardly seems fair. Smokescreen 8:15 pm !! /He is covering up the covenant a little once Soundwave says something to him- frag, now he's paying attention./ Souuuuunds! It's good to... I can see you, that's for sure. Specs 8:15 pm *the dragon chirps at Soundwave* Hello! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm =Extra or nothing.= *Sharp, fang-filled smile.* [[You went all out this week, he sees.]] *Motions to the snacks.* [[One day you must tell him how you acquire all of this.]] [[And yes, Smokescreen. You can.]] Smokescreen 8:17 pm I sure can! I'm glad you still have a physical form. Specs 8:17 pm Careful negotiation other universes. *that is one very pleased dragonloaf who SURELY would not steal from alternate universes* I started annoying people native to mine with all the mercury I needed. Smokescreen 8:17 pm /He's getting up, putting the covenant behind a pillow before going over to grab a number of treats. He's not about to turn down free food!/ VProwl 8:19 pm *appears* Am I late? Smokescreen 8:19 pm i see that finger family song thing on the side and i feel this fear VProwl 8:19 pm *and immediately looks at the screen. they're singing. about a dog. HMMMM.* Smokescreen 8:20 pm wait is the farmer bingo or is it the dog 'cause they were like "there was a farmer who had it all and bingo was his name-o" ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm ((my food has arrived \o/ we start after this)) Specs 8:21 pm ((the slendymun is appeased by our sacrifice)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *Soundwave wouldn't mind if she did steal. He'd probably think it was clever.*

[[You are not late. We are about to begin.]] Smokescreen 8:21 pm o VProwl 8:21 pm ((has rabbit started doing that thing for yall where the top bar collapses into a few icons except when you hover over the video and then it pops back out and makes the video move down?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm ((YES AND I HATE IT)) Specs 8:21 pm ((YES IT IS THE WORST)) VProwl 8:22 pm ((IS THERE ANY WAY TO MAKE IT CUT IT THE FUCK OUT)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm ((don't move your cursor out of the chat box, mostly)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((I WISH it makes adding people in a room so hard VProwl 8:22 pm ((I'M GIVING MYSELF MOTION SICKNESS FROM ACCIDENTALLY MOVING MY CURSOR OVER THE VIDEO)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((same VProwl 8:22 pm ((I CAN'T NOT MOVE MY CURSOR, THAT'S BULLSHIT)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((delete cursor !! Knock 8:22 pm ((yoooo ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((maybe you could get rid of the bar element?)) Specs 8:23 pm *the "surely" was sarcasm. this dragon steals. she just tries to keep it to a minimum between the universes she steals from* Smokescreen 8:23 pm /Smokescreen's finally sitting back down, back against the covenant while he eats his snacks in nearly one go/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((WARNINGS: Sexism/misogyny, questionable sunflowers, animal abuse and threats of)) Prowl 8:23 pm Nothing then. *she's not playing Ravage's game* Specs 8:24 pm ((original character DO steal. original character stealing prior to movie. original character disregard multiversal law)) Knock 8:24 pm ((Ooo, 101 Dalmatians! Smokescreen 8:24 pm OH OH DISNEY ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm =Good. I like Rhubarbium.= *He'll curl around the cube and lap from it* Knock 8:24 pm ((The book is also super good, I loved it as a kid)) Smokescreen 8:24 pm /He's practically jumping as he sees that coming up!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((no captions available tonight, i'm sorry)) Knock 8:25 pm ((Would Soundwave have let KO back in movie nights? If not I'll just hang out in parantheses as mun)) VProwl 8:25 pm ((oh thank fucking god. https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup )) Prowl 8:25 pm *will make her way over to where she heard Smokescreen's voice coming from. It's a little further into the room than she wanted, but it's fine, she's fine* Specs 8:25 pm ((BLESS prowl)) Knock 8:25 pm ((Oh yeah, I forgot how long the opening credits were on this. ((Buckle in folks)) Smokescreen 8:25 pm !! /He's waving to round Prowl, still oblivious, offering out a few candies./ You didn't get yourself a drink? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm ((KO can be back IF he has finger caps and stays far away from Soundwave and Prowl. If he pisses Slendy off super bad though, chances are it might become permanent, so be careful.)) Knock 8:26 pm ((*thumbs up*)) *slides on in after a harrying week* Smokescreen 8:27 pm !! /Surprised, waving at Knock Out!/ Prowl 8:27 pm *he's talking, that helps her hone in on him and she slides into the empty seat next to him* Not to my taste. Knock 8:27 pm *gives Soundwave a stiff nod and goes over to sit by Smokescreen* Smokescreen 8:27 pm Aww- fair enough. I might grab a drink in a little bit- you'll let me know if you want anything? VProwl 8:27 pm ((deleting the bar element didn't help, it just left an ugly white gap at the top every time you accidentally hovered. BUT that stylishtheme fixes it)) Smokescreen 8:28 pm /Smokescreen's patting Knock Out- he's surrounded in bots tonight!/ Smokescreen 8:28 pm ((wait which stylish theme Knock 8:28 pm ((Pongo's voice is also the voice of Grimsby in Little Mermaid Prowl 8:28 pm ((thank you stylish ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Soundwave's attention fixes on Knock Out for a long, long moment. He'd better not do ANYTHING suspicious.*

((the one they linked earlier in chat)) Knock 8:28 pm *gives him a one-armed hug* VProwl 8:28 pm ((this one https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup )) Smokescreen 8:28 pm ((ooooh! i didn't see it earlier sdcxvb Knock 8:28 pm Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[...What a mess.]] Smokescreen 8:29 pm It's kinda cool seeing this- I know there's certain spots where you can see the sketch parts from the animation, since I think they did it on the same cel? Prowl 8:29 pm What movie is this? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[101 Dalmatians.]] Prowl 8:29 pm Thank you. Smokescreen 8:29 pm /Hugging Knock Out!/ Knocktopus! Have you had the chance to look through those- uh, sercret documents? Specs 8:29 pm Do humans live like that? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[That one certainly does.]] VProwl 8:30 pm *... talking dogs. very suspicious.* Smokescreen 8:30 pm Hey- it kinda looks like my place! Specs 8:30 pm *looks at smokescreen with concern* Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... VProwl 8:30 pm *sinks into his seat with Vast Suspicion leveled at the movie* Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... But better. Right, Knocktopus? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *Gently nudges Prowl's knee hello.* Knock 8:31 pm Secret documents. Right. *rubs a hand over his face* Um. *looks at Roger's room for comparison* Well, you have less sheet music, that's for sure. Smokescreen 8:32 pm ... My place looks better, right? Knock 8:32 pm Definitely. No organics in it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm [[All this fuss over finding a companion.]] Smokescreen 8:32 pm Aww- see? It's not bad! A little messy, but it's perfectly normal. Some people get lonely, you know. Specs 8:33 pm Humans don't know when they've found theirs. No pairbonds. Prowl 8:34 pm A direct approach would be much more effective. Smokescreen 8:34 pm Seen each other? That's like first base for humans, right? .... Smokescreen 8:35 pm w Knock 8:35 pm Wow, humans move fast. Smokescreen 8:35 pm wow that was really fast so seeing each other really is first base! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[Humans live at an accelerated pace.]] Smokescreen 8:36 pm Primus that place looks like it'd be amazing to live in though AND they have a housekeeper? Rich humans Specs 8:36 pm ((wait! that's duchess' voice! the catmom from the aristocats!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[Still a mess.]] Knock 8:36 pm ((Are you sure? Wasn't Duchess Zsa Zsa Gabor? Smokescreen 8:37 pm ... It's really not! It looks so clean! You can see the floor! Specs 8:37 pm ((I am not sure. I do voices only a little better than I do faces)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[The upstairs room.]] *Pause.* [[That looks like something Knock Out would scan.]] Specs 8:37 pm Smokescreen. That's a terrible basis. Knock 8:38 pm ((In the books Cruella had a white persian cat and continually drowned her kittens. Smokescreen 8:38 pm What? How? Knock 8:38 pm ((And then at the end of the book the cat helped the dalmatians shred all Cruella's furs and went to live with the dalmatians ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm ((aw)) Smokescreen 8:38 pm Come on- I can barely see my floor. So seeing your floor means it's even cleaner in my place. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[...Her shoulders remind him of Tarantulas'.]] Knock 8:39 pm She's floofy, too. Smokescreen 8:39 pm ... wait, what's the big deal with fur coats? Like, that's the stuff they shed off sheep and stuff, right? Wh Specs 8:39 pm *snarls* Rude! Knock 8:39 pm It's like plating. Smokescreen 8:39 pm why would you ruin a cupcake like that Knock 8:39 pm But off animals. Smokescreen 8:39 pm ?? But they already have plating Specs 8:39 pm Because she's the worst. *ANGER* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[Humans wear the fur of other organics because they have lost all of their own. It helps them camouflage themselves.]] Smokescreen 8:39 pm can they make a human fur coat Knock 8:39 pm It's like wearing plating on top of your plating. Smokescreen 8:40 pm I wanna dance with someone now.... Hey, Knocktopus. Wanna dance? VProwl 8:40 pm Most humans don't live lives that would necessitate camouflage. It's for warmth. That's why they wear more when it's cold. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[Then why do they wear the patterns that are meant for that? The animal spots and stripes.]] Smokescreen 8:41 pm Humans really do lose a lot of stuff... Hey, Sounds, did you know humans shed their teeth? VProwl 8:41 pm Decoration, I think. It's like the human equivalent of racing stripes. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[...He thought that was why they stabbed paint into their flesh.]] *Is all turned around now.*

[[Yes, he knows about that.]] Smokescreen 8:42 pm wait, why can't we see the puppies coming? Knock 8:42 pm I'd love to, Trogdor. VProwl 8:42 pm Same in both cases, I think. Humans do a lot for fashion. Prowl 8:43 pm Stab paint into themselves? Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... how did she store that many dogs in her Specs 8:43 pm *a little horrified* I don't think they should store that many in them. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm [[He supposes it's necessary, since they don't have paint j-- oh dear.]] [[Poor bitlet.]] Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Ah. Better.]] Knock 8:44 pm ((this actually happened with the author's dog)) Smokescreen 8:44 pm t they're so tiny ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm =Hmph.= Specs 8:44 pm That does tend to be the way of babies. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[...How did she get in?]] Smokescreen 8:45 pm look at how sketchy these cells are I love that VProwl 8:46 pm ((lmao i love how she knocks his pipe aside to get up in his face)) Smokescreen 8:46 pm w Specs 8:46 pm The fact that her coat has tails is rather concerning. Smokescreen 8:46 pm She already broke the window! Isn't that bad enough? Now they don't have rain protection ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm @Own Prowl: [[Yes. They use small machines to pierce their flesh and deposit paint below the surface, where it cannot ooze out with everything else.]] Smokescreen 8:47 pm look at all those puppies show the puppies don bluth films ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *...So this is why people assume the minicons are his spawn. Look at them all piled up like that.* Specs 8:48 pm Fifteen is a lot of hatchlings. I don't know about the larger cousins, but we never have more than eight. And usually in an eight egg nest, one or more doesn't hatch. VProwl 8:48 pm *... okay so far this movie has dogs and singing. he could sit here dreading the inevitable or he could be proactive and find out if it's coming.* @Soundwave «Are the dogs going to sing?» Smokescreen 8:48 pm ... Don't dalmations have a lot of breed issues? Knock 8:49 pm ((They're deaf more than other dogs)) ((and have urine crystal issues a lot Prowl 8:49 pm @Soundwave: [[Fascinating. Like how we etch patterns into our armor?]] Knock 8:50 pm ((In the book they had to find a foster mom to give help too, so the mom wouldn't run out of milk Specs 8:50 pm ((I didn't know there was a book!)) ((that's hella)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm @P: [[Do not worry.]] *Quiet puff.* [[He knows your feelings on that. The dogs will not do any singing.]] Knock 8:50 pm ((It's by Dodie Smith and it's really good! Prowl 8:50 pm *not that Prowl has any etchings anymore, that trend died before the war* VProwl 8:50 pm *ah, that's a weight off his shoulders.* @S «Thank you.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[He cannot imagine where anyone would store that many offspring. She hardly looks as though she has room for the eight you mentioned, dragon, let alone fifteen.]] Knock 8:51 pm Better eat Canine Crunchies, Trogdor. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm @P: [[...Well. The commercial dogs sing, but those are animated.]] Smokescreen 8:51 pm Where do I get them though VProwl 8:51 pm @S «Good enough.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @OwnP: [[With more paint involved.]] Omicron 8:52 pm *big predacon peers in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm [[...If they are going for stealth, that is not the vehicle for it.]] [[Nor for speed. Which, one would think burglars would prize.]] Specs 8:53 pm Small eggs don't often produce healthy offspring, at least not for us. *notices the predacon, and chirps* Hello, Ice Queen! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[Good evening, Ice Queen.]] VProwl 8:53 pm ... Why is this called 101 Dalmations if there are only seventeen? Omicron 8:54 pm *Icy nods to sound wave, coming in and settles down* Prowl 8:54 pm Using their own names. Foolish. Smokescreen 8:54 pm They can't count ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((....THAT'S where I've heard the Nanny before. She be Madame Mim.)) Specs 8:54 pm ((!!! she is!)) Omicron 8:54 pm what's going on? *icy frowns* Swoop 8:54 pm ((omg I can only hear madame mim now)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Perhaps the two grown dogs will breed more to replace the ones that were stolen.]] Specs 8:55 pm Hatchling theft. Presumably not to eat. Prowl 8:55 pm A documentary about a kidnapping. *addressing Icy* Knock 8:55 pm Wow, this was such big news it got two pictures and a big headline. Slow news time in London. Smokescreen 8:56 pm She sleeps in fur too? Knock 8:56 pm ((In the book she slept on ermine sheets ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[...WHAT is in her head fur.]] Smokescreen 8:56 pm ... That's her hair, Sounds. Omicron 8:56 pm *big predacon tenses at kidnapping mention* what? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[Is she storing dynamite sticks...?]] Specs 8:56 pm Yesterday's dinner, by all appearances? Smokescreen 8:56 pm Probably for catching fur, Sounds. VProwl 8:57 pm The pink things? They're scrunchies. It's a kind of hat. Specs 8:57 pm *looks at smokescreen with some horror* I don't wear things like that! VProwl 8:57 pm They would have done better to break in through a window or back door, steal the dogs, and leave. Their crimes would still be known but there wouldn't be a witness who could recognize their faces and getaway vehicle. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Considers this.* [[He likes the ones that look like chevrons more.]] *He means hairbows.* [[They're familiar.]] Smokescreen 8:57 pm ?? Why not? It seems useful! I didn't know you guys could store stuff in your hair ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm [[And they -are- particularly inept criminals, aren't they.]] Omicron 8:58 pm very Smokescreen 8:58 pm .... /He's giving out a woof/ Omicron 8:58 pm *mutters *none of my jobs are anywhere near that sloppy VProwl 8:58 pm *puzzled look* Chevron-shaped hats? I haven't seen any. Prowl 8:58 pm I suppose their mistakes will make finding the puppies much easier. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Places a picture of a big red bow on his screen and turns so Prowl can see.* VProwl 8:58 pm I suppose so. Oh! I see. Specs 8:59 pm *huffs* If I stored things in my fur, my fur would be disgusting. Smokescreen 9:00 pm Aww- would it be that bad? Knock 9:00 pm It's Jock! Smokescreen 9:00 pm Can I pet your fur? Knock 9:00 pm ((Watch for the part where Lady and Tramp show up in the street) Prowl 9:00 pm ((Pidge! Knock 9:00 pm ((THERE Smokescreen 9:01 pm LADY Prowl 9:01 pm ((Pidge was in the window at the pet store. Omicron 9:01 pm ((omg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm =Alert everyone.= *Ravage scoffs.* =Dogs. Never heard of secret messages.= VProwl 9:01 pm ((were some of the dog designs recycled for oliver & company?)) Smokescreen 9:01 pm Man, I wanna be able to spread a message like this Omicron 9:01 pm ((I think so)) VProwl 9:01 pm If you're trying to put out an alert for a kidnapping, why would you want it to be secret? Specs 9:01 pm Consider it this way. Humans had to make hairbrushes. I come with one pre-installed *considering what smokescreen JUST SAID about his living quarters?* Ah, no. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm =She'll move.= VProwl 9:02 pm The humans can't understand them. Prowl 9:02 pm ((recycled from most of Disney's movies, yeah, including LatT Smokescreen 9:02 pm ... Ohhh, fine. Can you pet me? With your fur? Omicron 9:02 pm Racer: *tries to bark from icy's back* O,o pffft Smokescreen 9:02 pm !! /Smokescreen's gonna try and bark at Racer!/ Prowl 9:03 pm *startles at Smokescreen barking* Smokescreen 9:03 pm !! Sorry, Prowl. didn't mean to surprise you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm =Hmm.= *Ears flatten back a little. Then forward.* =Don't blame them. Barely anything to understand.= Specs 9:03 pm *considers smokescreen dubiously for a moment. finally, she flies nearby and gives smokescreen a tap with her tail. she is VERY fluffy, like a fox. and she's immediately flying back.* Omicron 9:03 pm RAcer: *trying hard, but not loud to mimic the barks* Prowl 9:03 pm Hmm, it's fine, Smokescreen. Smokescreen 9:03 pm !!! /Whoa, how fluffy! Smokescreen wants to pet, but she's already gone./ VProwl 9:04 pm *he's not going to roll his optics. but he's thinking it.* Smokescreen 9:04 pm You know? I'm gonna grab a drink! You want anything, Prowl? Knocktopus? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Soundwave doesn't blame him. Ravage is very dear to him, and he's not fond of dogs either, but there are times when he wonders which hellhound ran off with Ravage's dinner as a young mech.* Specs 9:04 pm *loafs back up. she is fluffy and she knows it.* Prowl 9:05 pm I'm fine. *isn't going to make Smokescreen pay extra for her drink* Knock 9:05 pm I'd like one, please. Smokescreen 9:06 pm /He's hiding the covenant behind Knock Out, before going over, trying to grab three cubes. Just in case Prowl gets thirsty later!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[...He likes to think you are a far better investigator than that shaggy dog.]] [[But then, anyone could be.]] [][][]Spotted puddles.[][][] [[Hmph.]] =There. Cat doing the work, eh?= Smokescreen 9:07 pm w ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm [[Primus.]] Specs 9:07 pm That's too many. Smokescreen 9:07 pm OH. Knock 9:07 pm Kid, they aren't 'little ones'. VProwl 9:07 pm He just woke up. Knock 9:07 pm They're exactly the same size as you. Omicron 9:07 pm Racer: *flops/falls the to ground, pops up. nope. nothing happened. he trailed after smeokestreen, food?* Prowl 9:08 pm Ah, there's your 101 if you include the other two. VProwl 9:08 pm Ah. That's where the other 84 are. Smokescreen 9:08 pm S Specs 9:08 pm *chirps at racer* Smokescreen 9:08 pm smack on the what Omicron 9:08 pm RAcer: *chirps back!* Smokescreen 9:09 pm /Smokescreen's trying to balance three cubes back to his spot, but will beep at Racer!/ Specs 9:09 pm *she was going to chirp at racer, but she saw someone MESSING UP FOOD and she's gotta snarl at the screen again* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Ravage hissssses.* Smokescreen 9:09 pm Don't eat cats! Specs 9:09 pm *the dragon hisses too* Smokescreen 9:10 pm Come on, be nice to that cat. He's just there. VProwl 9:10 pm ((now i want a sandwich)) Omicron 9:10 pm Racer: *following atfter Smokescreen, eyeing the engergon* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm =Bah! No cat is ever just there. All places, we go with purpose.= Smokescreen 9:10 pm /He's nooooot about to give it to racer- he's got the high grade!/ Smokescreen 9:10 pm I guess that's true! But sometimes, that purpose is that you're there 'cause you wanna be, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm =None of your business.= Smokescreen 9:11 pm Fair enough, Ravage. What's your purpose for being here, then? Omicron 9:12 pm Racer: *pouts, sniffs around quietly* Prowl 9:12 pm *amused hum at Ravage's non-answer* Specs 9:12 pm *turns her head to keep half an eye on Racer. gotta be sure the baby is okay* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm =Tending bar.= Smokescreen 9:14 pm ... This is pretty cruel Prowl 9:14 pm ...What was in that bottle? Smokescreen 9:14 pm Well- can I have some really nice high grade? Specs 9:14 pm *POOFED* Omicron 9:14 pm *Icy frowns at the woman on screen, her spines arching up* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[...Call the police on her own hired criminals? Does she WANT to be found out?]] =Pay first.= Smokescreen 9:15 pm ... /Offers half an eaten shanix?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Smacks it right out of Smokescreen's hand.* =No.= Prowl 9:15 pm She is high caste. *feels that explains it well enough* Smokescreen 9:15 pm /Leaning down to pick up the shanix/ Come on- that's all I've got. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm =Items?= Omicron 9:16 pm ((is is okay if racer sniffs at a prowl?)) Prowl 9:16 pm ((...which Prowl? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...What kind of television show is this.]] Omicron 9:17 pm ((not sure)) Smokescreen 9:17 pm ... /He's going through his subspace, offering a magic anon coupon?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Ravage squints at it, reading. What's it do?* Prowl 9:18 pm ((There's Verdigris and mine. I think Racer knows Verd, ya? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Bob is an uncle?]] VProwl 9:18 pm ((yeh)) Smokescreen 9:18 pm /It stops one effect of magic!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm ((I WAS WAITING FOR THREE WEEKS FOR THAT JOKE)) Swoop 9:18 pm ((omfg)) Specs 9:18 pm ((SLENDY PLS)) Omicron 9:18 pm ((yeah, but you mentioned wanting to meet him before?)) Prowl 9:18 pm ((I'm so sad my Prowl doesn't know about Bob because she'd say "not anymore" Omicron 9:18 pm pfft ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Ravage paws the coupon off the bar and into his subspace. Smokescreen can have his drink.* Smokescreen 9:19 pm I was gonna give them to everyone after the banana night, but- I guess it worked out? Prowl 9:19 pm ((And yes, go for it, Icy ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm =SHHH. Do not speak its name.= Smokescreen 9:19 pm /Smokescreen's taking three drinks. That coupon's gotta be worth three!/ Knock 9:19 pm Speaking of magic . . . still got that magic card deck, Soundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[No.]] Knock 9:19 pm . . . oh. Prowl 9:19 pm Magic card deck? Smokescreen 9:19 pm ... Come on, was it that bad? It didn't get me at all. That was probably the most peaceful night I've ever had Knock 9:19 pm Given to someone else or destroyed? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[Nothing, Prowl.]]

[[Yes, it was that bad, and destroyed. Stop asking.]] Knock 9:20 pm Oh. I was kind of hoping that anything summoned by it would disappear once it was destroyed. Smokescreen 9:20 pm I'm glad it ended, at least. ... If you ever need more coupons, lemme know. Knock 9:20 pm . . . for the record, not the case. Omicron 9:21 pm good dogs, bare your teeth ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm [[/Noted./]] VProwl 9:21 pm ... "Magic"? Smokescreen 9:22 pm Why do they have layers of pants, anyway? VProwl 9:22 pm *he's aware of the card deck, he got the memories from Scavenger. But "magic"??* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Soundwave rubs the center of his crest where the glowing space is and vents.* Specs 9:22 pm *winces* *oof, that would have set her straight on fire* Prowl 9:22 pm *frowns* Smokescreen. My Smokescreen, not you. He mentioned something about cards. Was he talking about that? Smokescreen 9:23 pm ... Oh yeah! Sounds, good news! I haven't heard anything about the DJD in my universe yet. To be fair- it's probably awkward considering you killed- So maybe that card was a dud or something? Knock 9:23 pm *gently puts a hand over SMokescren's mouth* Smokescreen 9:23 pm ... /Licks Knock out's servo/ Knock 9:23 pm . . . *removes his hand* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Smokescreen can have his three drinks. Ravage will allow it.* =I will.=

[[Probably.]] *Motions to the screen.* [[Is this so uninteresting you all would rather talk about something so boring?]] Knock 9:24 pm *drily* I wouldn't call the results boring at all. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[Then it's a good thing he never asked you.]] Knock 9:24 pm Actually, you just did. Smokescreen 9:24 pm /Smokescreen's coming back to his spot, offering a drink to Knock Out, and a drink to Prowl!/ Knock 9:25 pm *sighs and takes the drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *He asked if the movie was uninteresting. Not for any opinions on the deck.* Knock 9:25 pm Thanks Trogdor. Omicron 9:25 pm *Icy's glad she missed the whole card thing, just watching her hatchling sniffing around a new person just in case to call him back* Knock 9:25 pm Say . . . you're a Predacon, aren't you? VProwl 9:26 pm *he just wants to know what this talk about so-called "magic" is. but all right, okay, he can take a hint.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm Just have everyone grab their tails ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Prowl can ask in private. Soundwave doesn't want to answer out loud and encourage everyone to tell stories.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm Or walk in each others tracks! Then it'll just seem like one dog. They aren't very smart. Prowl 9:26 pm *she'll wait, she would like to know if these kidnappers are caught* VProwl 9:26 pm *too late, the hint's been taken.* Knock 9:26 pm Well, they are just dogs. Omicron 9:26 pm ...... *big, gigantic dragonic mecha critter looks at Knockout* .....no I'm a grounded seeker. *grins* Smokescreen 9:26 pm They're smart talking dogs, though. They're Disney Dogs. /He's chugging his drink, reaching to play with Knock Out's servo./ Knock 9:27 pm . . . and you have a sense of humor too! That's great! Sooo, do Predacons ever fight? Each other, I mean. For territory or . . . or anything. Prowl 9:27 pm *there is something sniffing around by her legs... too close. Prowl pulls her leg away from it* Knock 9:27 pm *slips his hand into Trogdor's* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[He feels your misery, small dog.]] Omicron 9:28 pm yes. More so between colonies if their both big enough on the same planet Prowl 9:28 pm At least it isn't acidic. Specs 9:28 pm At least the "collie" has sensible fur. *shakes out her own floofs* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[That would ruin the fur she wants, at least.]] [[Of course, it would probably destroy their flesh as well, but. Technicality.]] Knock 9:29 pm Would you be interested in a job? I could pay you in shanix or energon or . . . Well, what are you interested in? Prowl 9:29 pm Indeed. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Do you think- maybe I should ask you later, about, you know- /Squeezing Knock Out's servo./ !! A job? What kinda job are we talking about? Knock 9:29 pm *squeezes back* A job only a Predacon can do. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Oh.... .... OH. Knock 9:29 pm Right. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Oh yeah! Yeah, you should take it! Specs 9:29 pm ((afkjsafjsaghfa)) Omicron 9:29 pm *Icy tilts her head, she's listening, but won't do anything night now, not with a hatchling* Knock 9:30 pm _Basically_ I'm being bothered by a very unruly Predacon and I'm looking for a little mercenary help. VProwl 9:30 pm *without evidence to the contrary, he's going to have to assume that Soundwave was messing with someone but doesn't feel like continuing now.* Knock 9:31 pm And I thought, who better to fight a Predacon than a Predacon! So powerful . . . so primal . . . ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Alas. Ruining his own reputation with silence.* Omicron 9:31 pm It would depend on the Predacon, Doctor. Being a queen only has so much clout in some words. non in others other then I'm big. Knock 9:32 pm Oh, this one isn't the talking type. More the fighting type. . . . possibly a little, you know undead. Omicron 9:32 pm ...? ............ Knock 9:32 pm . . . *focuses on the movie* Love these dogs. Smokescreen 9:33 pm Poor puppies Omicron 9:34 pm smart sire Smokescreen 9:34 pm I wanna do that soot bath Omicron 9:34 pm And you'll need to talk to me some more Doctor. *icy crosses her forelefs* Knock 9:35 pm Of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *Has a tiny bristle at the word 'undead'. Clamps it down quickly.* Smokescreen 9:35 pm knocktopus wanna have a soot bath sometime VProwl 9:35 pm *... leans on soundwave* Knock 9:36 pm No. Smokescreen 9:36 pm Aww. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *...Ohhhhhhh he feels guilty. Not too guilty to take the lean. But guilty.* Knock 9:37 pm Also, Trogdor, I used up all your wax. Smokescreen 9:37 pm Wait what Come oooooon Knock 9:37 pm *shrug* Smokescreen 9:38 pm Now how am I gonna be clean? ... How're you gonna be clean? Knock 9:38 pm You only bathe once a month. Smokescreen 9:38 pm SHH. Knock 9:38 pm Ah yes, that's the better question. Smokescreen 9:38 pm Don't say that out loud. Knock 9:39 pm Sorry, I didn't realize it was a secret. Specs 9:39 pm *too late. the dragon heard. and she's judging you.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[...Her headlamps look angry.]] [[Well. Looked.]] Prowl 9:39 pm *would wrinkle her nose if she had one* Smokescreen 9:39 pm ... /Dangit, he feels that judgement./ It's more like twice a month, you know. Omicron 9:39 pm ....... *Icy frowns, is ans has to be super clean on her ship* Smokescreen 9:40 pm initial d Specs 9:40 pm *the judgement continues* Knock 9:40 pm Cruella doesn't really get good comeupance, does she? I mean, is she even arrested? Smokescreen 9:41 pm she even gets a song ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[There is a popular song shaming her by name. It's decent comeuppance.]] [[Humans she has never met will be mocking and making fun of her.]] Prowl 9:41 pm Mmhmm. *Prowl's paint is mostly white, cleaning is a daily thing* Knock 9:41 pm Since they don't know that she wants to skin dogs, won't they just think that the songwriter is mean? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[That is what going on talk shows and explaining the reasoning behind the song is for.]] *Puff.* Smokescreen 9:42 pm man their home's gonna be covered in soot Specs 9:42 pm *shudders* They're going to be filthy for years. VProwl 9:42 pm He'll need a few more hits before they start inviting him on talk shows. Smokescreen 9:42 pm NOW they've got a filthy house Knock 9:42 pm . . . but the humans don't have any proof that she even stole the dogs, do they? Prowl 9:42 pm Ugh. Smokescreen 9:42 pm Didn't she buy those ones legit? The other ones were stolen sure but Omicron 9:42 pm I don't think they do Smokescreen 9:43 pm ... A puppy farm they're having a puppy farm VProwl 9:43 pm (("where did all these puppies come from" "MY DOG GOT LAID SO MUCH")) Smokescreen 9:43 pm a puppy mill Knock 9:43 pm That sounds unethical. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm [[He's a talented music writer. He'll get more hits soon enough.]] Smokescreen 9:43 pm I'm pretty sure it is! VProwl 9:43 pm Then he'll have his chance. Knock 9:43 pm ((Incidentally, they end up buying Hell Hall as their new home. Smokescreen 9:43 pm those poor neighbors Omicron 9:43 pm I don't think it would be the same as that name smokescreen ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm ((20 minute warning)) Smokescreen 9:44 pm I mean, it's a dalmation plantation. that's a farm thing. Just like a puppy mill AGAIN Windchill 9:44 pm (( What )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[No, not again. The program glitched.]] Prowl 9:44 pm Once was enough. Smokescreen 9:44 pm soundssss Omicron 9:44 pm hmm Smokescreen 9:44 pm I could tell you a secrettt if you showed it 21 times with uhhh Prowl 9:44 pm *disapproves, none of the humans were even arrested for their crimes* Knock 9:45 pm Well, anyway . . . dogs were certainly more useful than humans in this one. Specs 9:45 pm *stretches* I'm going before anyone gets the idea of covering ME in soot. Good night, everyone. *except smokescreen, who does not take baths. ugh, she's going to have to use SOAP on her tail before she dares to lick it clean.* Smokescreen 9:45 pm All Dogs Go To Heaven in the middle ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm [[Goodnight, dragon. Stay far from fireplaces.]] Knock 9:45 pm ((I'm going to go out and go back in because the image is glitchign like me *for me Omicron 9:45 pm Racer: *flopped on icy's tail* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm =We prefer What's New, Pussycat.= Smokescreen 9:45 pm With one It's not Unusual? ... Sounds, can I request some music? Prowl 9:45 pm ... Smokescreen 9:46 pm YES sounds I love you I will die for you Knock 9:46 pm ((Okay, back! Is it a black screen for everyone else? Omicron 9:46 pm ((not for me)) Prowl 9:46 pm ((Youtube video ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[He will hold you to that.]] Knock 9:46 pm ((Ah. Welp. Smokescreen 9:46 pm .... Frag. Well. Worth it. Knock 9:46 pm ((Rabbit never wants to work for me. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *It's recorded. It's binding.* Prowl 9:46 pm No, Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[Interrupt your own contract.]] Prowl 9:47 pm ((the up next song omg Smokescreen 9:47 pm ... Well, all I have to do it die for you eventually, right? That's all it is. Knock 9:47 pm My mate would like this song. Prowl 9:47 pm ((how does Ravage feel about Cats? Smokescreen 9:47 pm You should play it 21 times for him ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm ((ravage probably loves it but i draw the line there)) Prowl 9:48 pm Please don't, Soundwave. Knock 9:48 pm Trogdor, he would love it all 21 times. If you don't believe me, try it when we get back. Omicron 9:48 pm ....yeah...no please Smokescreen 9:48 pm ... He really loves cats, huh? No, no, I'm good! Knock 9:48 pm He really REALLY does. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[He isn't -that- cruel.]] Smokescreen 9:48 pm ... You okay, Knocktopus? Hey- you should introduce him to Ravage. Knock 9:49 pm I don't know. Sure. Mmm, I don't know. Prowl 9:49 pm *Prowl would be the DAMN IT guy* Knock 9:49 pm I don't want him getting his face scratched off. Smokescreen 9:49 pm /He's siiiiinging/ Smokescreen 9:49 pm Come on, how bad could he be? Knock 9:50 pm He can be preeetty obsessive. Smokescreen 9:50 pm Well- that's weird me for you! Omicron 9:50 pm *Icy starts to hum to her hatchling to get Racer starting* Smokescreen 9:50 pm I'll get him a cat sticker later. Knock 9:51 pm Would you? That's very kind of you, Trogdor. Smokescreen 9:51 pm Sure! I've got a lot of stickers, anyway. Knock 9:51 pm I know we're imposing on you but, well . . . Smokescreen 9:51 pm Hey, who in here wants a sticker? Knock 9:51 pm I don't know where else to go. I would. Omicron 9:51 pm ((....I'm going to be listening to these songs all night now thanks)) Smokescreen 9:51 pm It's fine, Knocktopus! I hope my place is comfy enough for you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((ah god i forgot it wasn't just visuals)) Smokescreen 9:51 pm I know it's... I know it's not ideal, but I want to do my best for you guys. Prowl 9:52 pm *shakes her head* No thanks. Knock 9:52 pm It's not so bad. Warmer than where we were. Smokescreen 9:52 pm Well- that's a pretty low standard. Knock 9:52 pm . . . yeah. I should record this song for him. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm ((i hear Jazz)) Smokescreen 9:53 pm I know- I know I've got kinda a problem with holding onto things. You don't gotta pretend it's not cramped. Prowl 9:53 pm *...so does Prowl* Knock 9:53 pm *smiles* Your alternate has quite a stockpile of things too. Only his are all related to puzzles. Or plants, lately. Smokescreen 9:54 pm Plants? Really? Weird! I know Tinybee likes plants- did he learn about it from him? Knock 9:54 pm I think so. Smokescreen 9:55 pm I've been meaning to clean up with Bee later- I've tried to clean up, but I never get anywhere. Knock 9:55 pm Maybe I can help? And I can replace the wax, if I can sneak into my place. Smokescreen 9:56 pm Yeah! That'd be awesome, Knocktopus. Be careful, though. I know there's a few deadly things in there? Knock 9:56 pm At least two, ha ha. Smokescreen 9:57 pm Like, old magic relics probably- there's a tranquilizer, but don't use it 'cause it's pretty deadly on most bots... Knock 9:57 pm Oh, your place--I thought you meant my place. I didn't realize you had things like that lying around. Smokescreen 9:58 pm yeah! Uh. The tranquilizer was a gift. Knock 9:58 pm . . . Smokescreen 9:58 pm I've never used it, but I don't really want to give it to anyone. And I definitely can't throw that out. Knock 9:58 pm Yes, you keep it. *pats his hand* Smokescreen 9:58 pm ... Is there any way we can hold onto the cubes, too? Maybe we can reuse them. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm ((five minutes)) Knock 9:59 pm The empty ones? Smokescreen 9:59 pm Yeah! Knock 9:59 pm ALL of them? Smokescreen 9:59 pm ... Yeah? Knock 9:59 pm . . . We'll see. Omicron 9:59 pm ((okay)) Knock 10:00 pm I don't get why you have junk like that lying around to begin with. Smokescreen 10:00 pm I can't just throw it out! Omicron 10:00 pm You need to make friends with a metrotitain Smokey. Prowl 10:01 pm What was that sound? VProwl 10:01 pm Which sound? Prowl 10:01 pm The tapping. Clicking? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[Ah. Human dancing.]] Smokescreen 10:01 pm hey let's send an email VProwl 10:02 pm Oh. Humans dancing. Smokescreen 10:02 pm A metrotitan? Haha- I don't know if any would want me near them. Knock 10:02 pm Why can't you throw it out? VProwl 10:02 pm Some of their shoes are hard enough to make tapping noises on the ground. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm ((Oh no. They're doing that thing where couples begin to sound alike.)) Prowl 10:02 pm How were they making the clicking sound? Were they holding something? *do human feet make clicking noises?* Smokescreen 10:02 pm If I throw it out- what if we need it later? Omicron 10:03 pm Storage? Prowl 10:03 pm Shoes. What are those? Knock 10:03 pm Why would you need empty cubes later? Smokescreen 10:03 pm What if I lose them, and- I don't know. What if I miss them? Prowl 10:03 pm ((tried so hard not to meme, did anyway Knock 10:03 pm . . . Smokescreen 10:04 pm ... Like, you've got a lot of stuff from long ago that you miss, right? It's like memorabilia. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *This is a conversation Smokescreen and Knock Out will need to continue elsewhere. Soundwave's about to open a bridge.* VProwl 10:04 pm That's the armor they wear to protect their feet. Their feet actually look almost the same as hands, except the palms are elongated and the fingers are much shorter, and they're just as soft as their hands. So they wear foot armor for protection. Smokescreen 10:05 pm !! /Smokescreen's happy to get up, and wave goodnight to Round Prowl/ It was nice to see you! Come on, Knocktopus- let's just get some rest. Omicron 10:05 pm (I still have snakes to feed so if some want to derp and listen to music?) Knock 10:05 pm All right. Night, all! Omicron 10:05 pm (thank you for the scream!) VProwl 10:05 pm ... You were never stationed on Earth, correct? Prowl 10:06 pm No. I've never seen a human. Omicron 10:06 pm *the big predacon gets up aith racer and chirps a good night to soundwave* VProwl 10:06 pm They're more likable in movies. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Soundwave plays the chirp back and adds:* [][][]Goodnight.[][][] Prowl 10:07 pm They look a bit like Klingons, yes? *she's at least seen them and they're both tiny bipedal organics, right?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[If Klingons contracted the bone virus.]] [[...And did not wear armor every waking moment of their day.]] VProwl 10:09 pm ... A bit, I suppose. But only as much like Klingons as like any other organic species with a similar body type. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *Relieved to be alone with Prowl and... well, not so much relieved about the other Prowl, but they're not the -worst- company. They won't talk about undead Predacons and the summoning of.* Prowl 10:10 pm Klingons do wear fur sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm *Also, she's blind, so he can lean in and get as comfortable as he likes.* VProwl 10:10 pm I'd say humans look most like Nebulans, really, if we're going to compare aliens. Prowl 10:10 pm *she can still hear that, metal against metal is a very recognizable sound, but she'll choose to ignore it* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *He could be scratching his leg. You don't know.* VProwl 10:11 pm *Has somehow never figured out that she's blind, so doesn't know why Soundwave is suddenly getting more cuddly. Sits up a bit straighter.* Prowl 10:11 pm I've never seen a Nebulan. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *...Oh. Gonna just. Look up and question glyph it. Is he in trouble?*

*Because he sort of expected Prowl would figure that out before anyone else in the room, and doesn't know he hasn't.* VProwl 10:12 pm They look like... Well. Humans. Minus the pupils. ... And head fur. Prowl 10:13 pm *imagining smooth skinned Klingons forever* VProwl 10:13 pm *that's not wrong.* Prowl 10:13 pm I'll have to take your word for it. VProwl 10:15 pm *every question his alternate has asked about what's happening on screen, he's misunderstood as a question about human culture, not about what's visibly going on. so no, he hasn't figured it out.* *looks back at Soundwave blankly. what's the question glyph for? sends a question ping back. what what* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm @P: [[Why did you move?]]

*Ravage grumbles from behind the bar, still lapping at the rhubarbium.* =There is much you have not seen.=

[[Ravage.]]

=Humans, good reason, this building...=

[[RAVAGE.]] Prowl 10:19 pm *scowls in the feline bot's direction* VProwl 10:19 pm @S «There's still company.» VProwl 10:20 pm *puzzled look in Ravage's general direction.* Prowl 10:21 pm *a ping of gratitude to Soundwave for sort of scolding Ravage* *even if he is right* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Don't be too hasty. He was scolding Ravage for being nasty where the other Prowl could hear and judge them both, not for being nasty in general.*

@P: [[What she does not know probably won't hurt her.]] Prowl 10:22 pm *it's still better than before* VProwl 10:22 pm *If Ravage is trying to insult her intelligence—as is suggested by the second item in the list—then the third item is a... weird choice. Is he trying to up the insult by implying she's too dense to observe her surroundings, or is he suggesting she straight up can't see them?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *He multitasks.* VProwl 10:23 pm *And the puzzled look is back on Soundwave.* @S «... Hm.» *Well. SOUNDWAVE certainly isn't trying to imply that she's too dense to notice her surroundings, so that would suggest the latter, wouldn't it?* «I'd rather not.» Prowl 10:24 pm I don't need optics to know the layout of this building, Ravage. VProwl 10:24 pm *Well. That settles it.* *The things you don't notice when you spend your life determinedly avoiding optic contact with everyone around you.* Prowl 10:25 pm *the visor also helps* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Soundwave pings acknowledgment and sits up again, if reluctantly. If Prowl would rather not, he will behave accordingly. There's time enough later.* *Ravage just gives a dark chuckle and pushes the empty cube into the recycling machine.* =Goodnight, hm?=

*He'll pad toward the stairwell and upstairs, where there is peace and quiet. Sort of. The twins are off-duty right now. Close enough.* Prowl 10:27 pm The magic cards, Soundwave. Did Smokescreen see you about them? VProwl 10:27 pm *Now there's a much more important question. "Magic" cards.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Oh, for Primus'...]]

*Ravage is definitely in trouble later.*

[[Fine. Yes. Yes, he did.]] Prowl 10:28 pm *also VProwl gets some respect for not being weird or nosy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[As did a few dozen others. What of it.]] [[Elita investigated and found nothing wrong.]] Prowl 10:29 pm Hm, that explains it then. He was going on about me needing to watch out for Starscream when I go to Kaon. VProwl 10:29 pm Sorry, I've missed something here—"magic" cards? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[He's being ridiculous. It wasn't even our Starscream in the illustration.]]

*He's rubbing his crest again. Partly because Smokescreen, partly because he's trapped.*

[[A deck of them, yes. A greyface relic he was gifted some time ago. Drawing from it produces - /produced/ - unusual effects. Most of the time.]] VProwl 10:33 pm *skeptical squint* *... humor ping, question ping?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Subtle helm shake. No, not a joke.* VProwl 10:33 pm ... """Magic""" cards? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[He can hear additional quotation marks in your voice, and he assures you he means what he said. In the sense that they must be called 'magic' because 'unexplained science cards' gets fewer volunteers.]] Prowl 10:35 pm That would depend on the mech, wouldn't it? VProwl 10:35 pm *good, he was trying to make them audible.* ... I'm going to need some more explanation. Prowl 10:36 pm This message has been removed. ((thank you, Cro ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[It would hardly be interesting if he attracted a parade of Shockwaves and no-one else.]]

[[...As you wish. Where would you both like him to start.]]

*He can't lie to the one, and in speaking to them both, he is addressing the one, so he might as well ask them both.* VProwl 10:38 pm What are magic cards. Don't say "unexplained science cards." ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm ((LMAO)) Prowl 10:38 pm That's a good place, yes. *she's going to have so many words for Smokescreen at this rate* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Oh, good. They agreed. That means less jumping back and forth for him.*

[[You recall the]] approaching a whisper [[banana?]] *Pause.* [[And what he said about the... the roaches?]] VProwl 10:41 pm *hesitates; then slowly, barely nods.* What do they have to do with each other? Prowl 10:43 pm I've read Ratchet's report. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[There is a species of creature in the multiverse that possess the ability to alter reality and fate in ways not unlike the you-know-what. In-person sightings are rare, but they are unafraid to make their presence known. They rarely trouble him these days, but when he first found the multiverse...]] Shakes his head. [[Becoming roach royalty was their doing. As were many other unpleasant incidents - and a few enjoyable ones, to be fair.]]

[[The relic was theirs, gifted to him some time ago. He does not know how it operated, precisely, but it had the power to make unusual things happen.]] Prowl 10:45 pm *they didn't mention roaches but Prowl's not going to derail to ask about that right now* *or Soundwave can kind of answer it anyway* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[One came to draw from it, in fact.]]

*That little grey doll-like being with sunglasses? That's on his visor now.* VProwl 10:45 pm *skeptical look intensifies* Prowl 10:46 pm This sounds like something Smokescreen would write. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm [[How DARE you.]] VProwl 10:46 pm It certainly sounds like something Smokescreen would believe. Prowl 10:46 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Irritable huff.* VProwl 10:47 pm *Prowl has, thankfully, never been exposed to his writing.* Prowl 10:47 pm *She'll refrain from enlightening you* VProwl 10:47 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm [[Ask Elita where she got her bow. Or Bevel, and /where the Star Saber went./]] Prowl 10:48 pm ...Bevel claims it was stolen. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm [[Bevel is lying. He has footage.]] [[Of every single card draw, in fact. That was why he asked for volunteers.]] VProwl 10:49 pm They /made you roach royalty/? They just... poof, and suddenly an entire alien species regards you as their lawful monarch, just like that? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm [[You watched every Predacon in that pit become you, and you question that?]] VProwl 10:50 pm *he's been trying very hard to forget.* Prowl 10:51 pm *pauses suddenly* This is the same magic that got you them back isn't it? That you said could bring Jazz back? VProwl 10:51 pm ... It was localized and temporary. It could have been a—a holomatter glitch. *oh and now we're on to necromancy. all right, cool, fantastic.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm [[No, it isn't. That was a ghost, and he's - never mind.]] *That isn't helping his case.*

[[It wasn't a holomatter glitch. The majority of this planet does not /have/ holomatter technology of that type.]] Prowl 10:52 pm *she has so many questions* VProwl 10:53 pm I was there with my projector, it could have come from me. That would explain why they turned into /me/. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm [[Explain why /he/ turned into you.]] [[Not that it wasn't a pleasant experience.]] Prowl 10:54 pm *pointedly ignores the last comment* VProwl 10:54 pm ... You've got a projector now, don't you? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm [[And he is fully capable of turning it on and off at will.]] VProwl 10:56 pm And I'm fully capable of not opening the Predacon avatar file in mine and yet there I was with it on, flopping around uselessly. It could have put out a localized signal that overrode our own access and turned the projectors on. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *Soundwave huffs again. They're both going to think he's out of his mind, or else extremely gullible.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm [[...There was a card that caused Vehicons with matching paint jobs to arrive and seek the volunteer's company. Arcee and Tarantulas each picked it. So did Scavenger, but Scavenger's did not arrive. Did they come to him later?]] VProwl 11:01 pm No. Nor has anything else unusual happened to Scavenger. What do you mean "caused"? What—what happened, precisely? What's the process? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Damn. He thought if they had, maybe he could...*

[[/He doesn't know./ That is why he wanted volunteers. He wasn't going to draw from the thing himself. Sludge acquired a small fortune in energon cubes out of the ground itself only to have them blow up around him.]] *Hastily.* [[Which he /survived,/ by the way. Keep your handcuffs where they are.]] Prowl 11:05 pm The Vehicons could be down to good timing. However, the only people who could have stolen the Star Saber would need to be a Prime. Or have the limb of one, but Sentinel Prime's tomb has been undisturbed since Megatron broke in *she's ensured it* and Optimus' remains were smelted. No one else can lift it, let alone wield it. So either there is a rogue Prime in our universe, which is unlikely since we only had the one and he's dead. Or something else happened. VProwl 11:05 pm What do you mean, "acquired"? Be more specific—what /happened/? Did he draw a card, then spontaneously decide to pull out a shovel, dig five feet down, and find energon cubes? Did the cubes suddenly start raining out of the sky? Did a space bridge open up and a wagon full of cubes rolled through? What happened? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm *You know what he said about video? He's gonna play the one in question. And the ground literally cracks open to literally spew cube after PINK cube up out of itself in an unusually perfect formation.* *A card can even be seen in and then disappearing from Sludge's hand.* Prowl 11:08 pm What color is the energon? VProwl 11:08 pm Pink. Prowl 11:08 pm Our energon is blue. VProwl 11:09 pm *frowns, watching the video.* ... Could've been Primus? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm [[/Primus wouldn't summon an undead Predacon./]] *.....................Oops.* Prowl 11:09 pm He certainly has a sense of--here? VProwl 11:09 pm ... No, probably not. Prowl 11:09 pm *slightly panicked* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm *Vaguely scoff-ish.* [[Not here. It would have exploded. You know that. Wherever Knock Out lives.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *He's digging himself a deeper and deeper hole. Pretty soon he'll be at the Core, and then he can just ask Primus to pull him the rest of the way into the Allspark.* Prowl 11:12 pm I would say it was Unicron but the deck would have exploded as well if it were infected. VProwl 11:12 pm Even Unicron can't make undead Predacons spontaneously appear. DID it spontaneously appear? Or did previously buried fossils suddenly animate. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[He wasn't there. He only has the brief recording he was given, and what Knock Out said tonight. And the appearance of the card. It was a fossil of a Predacon skull, and it... something about the sight of it made us both feel ill.]] [[He didn't know what to make of it until later, after Knock Out left.]] VProwl 11:17 pm ... What percentage of the cards drawn correlate with the sudden appearance of extremely unusual things or occurrence of extremely unusual events? Because—absolutely nothing of interest has happened to Scavenger. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm *Soundwave thinks and sorts through his files.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm [[45-50% had immediate effects. The rest either did not work or were proven to have delayed effects. He has not gotten reports from everyone who...]] *Soundwave goes still for a second. He worked out what happened to Bob. He'll just... not mention that right now.* [[From everyone who drew those.]] VProwl 11:27 pm *well. that's a high enough number that something definitely happened.* But—how? Prowl 11:27 pm *nothing's happened to her that can't be explained through other means* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[He can't tell you, other than it having been a trinket of greyface origin. He has no way to investigate it now, having burned it so it wouldn't spawn more corruption.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm [[It isn't the first item he received from them. It likely won't be the last.]] VProwl 11:29 pm You said "grayface" earlier too. That's—what? A species? Prowl 11:30 pm *nods* That seems wise. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *...Grateful ping to his own Prowl. He wasn't expecting to hear that.*

[[As far as any of us who have been toyed with by them can tell. They rarely stick around long enough to answer questions. Taunting is more their style. Smokescreen could confirm that; he remains a favorite target.]] [[Nobody knows what else to call them. It is a common term based on their appearance.]] Prowl 11:33 pm The one here tonight? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm [[Yes.]] Prowl 11:33 pm *will remember to ask him about it next time they're both here again* VProwl 11:33 pm It's a poor descriptor. /We/ have gray faces. ... Well, most of us. Among those of us that have faces. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *Nice catch, there.*

[[He didn't originate it. He just doesn't know what else to use.]] VProwl 11:35 pm So, they're aliens that possess technology so vastly superior to ours that we can't even begin to make sense of it as anything but flat-out magic, and they like to use it to screw around with us for—what—entertainment? ... All right, I suppose we deserve that. Prowl 11:38 pm We've certainly screwed around with plenty of other species and planets in our own way. *destroyed some* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm [[We do not deserve it. It is an understandable desire, but we don't.]]

[[He is surprised they have not gotten to the both of you before. Perhaps you scare them in a way he doesn't? Hmm.]] *Dismissive flick. He'll think about that later.* [[He hopes he has not directed them to you by speaking of them.]] Prowl 11:40 pm My exposure to the multiverse has been limited. I've been busy on our planet up until recently. VProwl 11:41 pm They're one of two things: conquerors or bullies. Conquerors would make a concerted effort to use their abilities to bring Cybertron to its knees, and that would include specifically targeting those with authority. Bullies would find amusing targets and needle at them endlessly. VProwl 11:43 pm From what you've described? They sound like bullies, not conquerors. The fact that they've taken a special interest in Smokescreen supports that. He's very bully-able. *as he knows from shameful personal experience.* Prowl 11:43 pm There are other ways to bring Cybertron to its knees than through conquest. VProwl 11:44 pm No, of course there is. But if their goal was conquest, bringing it to its knees would be a necessary step. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm *Is somehow very ruffled by the idea that he's bully-able and now resents the greyfaces for yet another thing. Who gave them permission to see HIM that way?* VProwl 11:45 pm It's not "if they're bringing it to its knees, they're trying to conquer," it's "if they're trying to conquer, they're bringing it to its knees" Prowl 11:45 pm The Quintessons claimed to want to help us as well, but these greyfaces don't seem able to decide if they're helping or hindering. Which is... *decides she doesn't trust these greyfaces in the slightest* I would need to observe them more but they don't sound well organized, whatever they are. VProwl 11:46 pm Which is what leads me to believe that they're bullies rather than conquerors. No organization, no goal, no logical progression of events. And I have spent most of my life working to make myself as boring a target to bullies as possible. So I don't think they'll suddenly find themselves attracted to me. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm [[They claimed a great many things when we went to that water-planet. They still couldn't have done half the things greyfaces have done to him. He would /almost/ prefer to deal with the Quintessons.]]

*Nods to the Prowl he's sitting with.* [[Good. Perhaps he should take lessons from you in that respect.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm [[But it grows late, and he does not care to recall all of those stories at this hour. Especially the transformations.]] *Shudder.* [[In any case, if you find out what Scavenger's cards did, please, tell him. And you - watch out for yourself.]]

*Don't think he missed that Smokescreen was warning PROWL to beware Starscream. Someone pulled for somebody else. Prowl 11:54 pm ...I suppose. At least I know how to deal with them. *she's surprised Soundwave is mentioning that when she was speaking specifically of the Age of Wrath* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *Someone hasn't had time to go back to the Hall of Records and inspect the newest recoveries and submissions.* VProwl 11:56 pm *especially the WHATS now?* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm *You heard him.* Prowl 11:57 pm Of course. Will you forward me the recording of Smokescreen's card draw? *she won't be able to review it immediately, but it seems like a good idea to add it to her personal work pile* VProwl 11:57 pm *there is a vast gap between "hearing" and "comprehending"* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm [[He will send it in the morning.]]

*Prowl can always ask if he follows Soundwave upstairs, but Soundwave's not sure he can handle this much defying the laws of existence in one night.* Prowl 11:58 pm Thank you. VProwl 11:59 pm *Soundwave just said, specifically, that he does not care to recall those stories at this hour. So he won't ask. He'll just WONDER.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm *Ask in the morning, then. That's a different hour.* Prowl 11:59 pm *she'll get to her feet now and nod to them both* Good night, Prowl. Soundwave. Thank you for the... enlightening conversation. Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm [[He'd say you're welcome, but he doesn't think you meant that. Goodnight.]] VProwl 12:00 am Evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am *Soundwave stands and massages the sides of his helm.*

[[He is in desperate need of either distraction or recharge. You're welcome to follow him if you like.]] VProwl 12:04 am Recharge, I think. *he follows.* ... Just—final check—this ISN'T some elaborate prank, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Soundwave stops partway to the stairs and looks over his shoulder.*

[[He has not broken that rule yet and he is not about to start.]] VProwl 12:10 am Okay. Just—there was someone else here, I didn't know if... Never mind. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am [[He is not fond of her, and does not trust her very well, but he was not pulling a prank.]] [[Come. We will get what rest we can.]] *And up he goes, going, gone.* VProwl 12:12 am *and he follows. not sure how much rest HE'LL get, but at least he's going to try.*

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