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noonaduck · 5 years

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SeXd (sex ed) pt.4

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut, non idol Au Warnings: cursing, blowjob. Words: 2750 A/N: I’ll move to the North pole. Summaray: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing.

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You park the coughing car in front of the Jung's repair shop. The owner of the business is Hoseok's father and the repair shop goes by their last name. The building is made of rusty colored tiles and two closed garage doors are illuminated by the light sing with the shops name above them. On the right side of the garage doors is regular metal door with small window. You slam the car door shut maybe with too much force when it leaves a complain. You wouldn't care less about the piece of junk if it wasn't your mothers. You step in from the metal door and enter the hall where the vehicles are repaired and loud music blasters you ears. The floor of the room's made of concrete and the walls are painted with ugly shade of green. The paint is cracked and repaint would be required asap. There is two cars with their hoods opened and there's a another car lifted up on stand so there would be easier access underneath it. Yoongi is sitting on plastic chair next to one of the cars and you can see someone's legs underneath the blue car with its hood open. Yoongi is wearing plain white shirt with oil stains and his legs are covered with blue working pants. When Yoongi notices you he lifts his hand lazily. Hoseok pulls out underneath the car and grins widely after seeing you. Hoseok is wearing blue overalls as well stained with oil like Yoongi's shirt.

''Hi Y/N, what brings you here?'' Hoseok asks and gets up from the ground. He cleans his hands with rag which is hanging from his pocket. ''Hi Hobi, hi Yoongi. I need your help with my mothers car.'' You tell while approaching the two men. ''Oh, whats seem to be the problem?'' Hoseok asks and puts the rag back to his pocket. Yoongi turns the music volume down so you can speak with them more easily. ''I have no idea, every time when I drive I can hear rattling sound from the back of the car.'' You tell and stop in front of the two men. ''I didn't know that you work with Hoseok.'' You ask looking Yoongi curiously. ''I don't. I come sometimes help him when I have free time.'' Yoongi chuckles. ''Hey Y/N can you give me the car keys so I can drive the car in?'' Hoseok interrupts. ''Sure.'' You toss the keys for Hoseok and he heads towards the garage doors and pulls right one open. ''So what do you for living then?'' You return your attention to Yoongi who has sly smile on his lips. ''I'm a streamer.'' ''So you stream video games or something like that?'' ''Not eve close.'' The grin widens on Yoongi's lips. ''What then?'' You ask but Yoongi avoids answering when Hoseok drives your mother's car in. ''Yep it really doesn't sound good.'' Hoseok agrees exiting the car. ''Can you fix it?'' ''I think so, but I need figure out what's the problem first.'' Hoseok tells smiling widely. ''Can you say anything about the expenses?'' You ask getting the unpleasant part away. Even though Hoseok was someone you knew he wouldn't do charity and that wasn't something you would want him to do either. ''Let's go to the back and I do some calculations.'' Hoseok gestures you to follow him into the back room which acts as office. You sit on old torn leather couch in his office when he sits behind his desk. The office walls are full of posters of cars and even one picture with topless model posing on top of shiny sports car. You can barely see the walls under the posters. ''So I charge you from the work I do and the parts I have to use.'' Hoseok tells while clicking something on his computer screen. ''Sounds reasonable.'' ''There is going to be small discount because you are Jimin's good friend and I see you as one of my own as well.'' Hoseok peeks behind the computer screen and smiles widely for your surprised look. ''You really don't have to do that.'' You hurry to offer but Hoseok shakes his head for your words. ''My father taught me to be good to my friends, especially if they are pretty as you.'' he winks and returns to his computer screen. Yoongi enters the office and crashes the spot next to you. ''What did I miss?' He asks looking curiously between your flustered face and Hoseok's wide grin. ''Nothing.'' You blurt and Hoseok chuckles lightly. ''So Hoseok has been flirting poorly again?'' ''Hey! I'm not bad flirt.'' Hoseok hurries to defend and glares his friend with fake anger. ''What ever you say man.'' Yoongi lifts his hand up for surrender. ''Why you are still here anyway? I thought you said that you are leaving soon, before Y/N came.'' Hoseok asks his friend and rolls his chair away behind his table. ''I was going to but decided to come say my goodbyes before I leave.'' Yoongi says yawning. Its getting already late. He gets up from the couch stretching. ''Now you have. Bye Yoongles.'' Hoseok say with dull voice. ''Bye Hobi.'' Yoongi say and by your surprise he takes your hand kisses top of it. ''Sleep well Y/N.'' He winks and lets go of your hand. ''By-bye.'' You say blushing and Yoongi leaves the room. ''First he blames me for being a bad flirt and then he does that.'' Hoseok rolls his chair in front of you and takes the hand which Yoongi kissed into his. ''Hobi what are you doing?'' You ask flustered when he presses his lips to where Yoongi kissed you seconds ago. His eyes are intense and won't easy his stare from yours. ''Now his kiss is all gone.'' He says and the cheerful tone returns to his voice. ''So, I heard that Kookie and Tae had both taken you to the date already. What did you guys do?'' Hoseok asks and lets go of your hand. ''Umm well, with Kookie we went to basketball game and Tae took me to the Aquarium.'' You tell shyly while remembering the other stuff you did in those places. ''Was it fun?'' Hoseok asks tilting his head curiously. the gesture makes him look like a small bird. ''Yeah, It was quite enjoyable.'' You admit smiling to your own joke. ''Do you want to go on date with me next?'' Hoseok asks and drums his knee nervously. ''Sure.'' You are happy to agree. ''Is there anything particular that you would want to do? Perhaps having more lessons?'' Hoseok teases and your mouth opens in shock. Sure you could understand that Jungkook has talked about your kiss with Taehyung, after all it was far more innocent that what you did with him. What you didn't know was that Taehyung would keep the tradition going and tell (at least) for Hoseok what did you do. ''Oh god.'' You moan and cover your face with your hands. ''You must think that I'm such a slut.'' ''Hey Y/N, I would never think such a thing.'' Hoseok pries your hands from your face and smiles soothingly to you. ''I will be honest with you. The whole thing was planned.'' ''Planned how?'' You are mix of confusion and embarrassment. ''Before we met you to ask you to go out with us we had meeting where we talked more than just your dating life. We came with idea that each of us would teach you something sexual, of course if you would be up for it. '' ''So you decided to seduce me as a group?'' ''Ouch, That sounds really bad when you put it in that way, but yes. We wanted to give you the pleasure which you deserve. Even after short time of knowing you we all agreed that you would deserve so much more than binge watching romantic comedies eating ice cream.'' ''Jimin has such a big mouth.'' You snort. ''Yes he does, but he has even bigger heart.'' Hoseok pets your hands in calming way which you remember from your earlier group meeting. ''Why we have to wait till the date? Can't you teach me something now.'' Your words leaves Hoseok in shock and his hands movement halts. ''Are you sure?'' he asks his eyes wide. ''I'm. Why to wait if you are giving me a lesson anyway.'' you shrug your shoulders. ''O-okay. So I was planning to teach you to give a blowjob. After I had talked with Jimin and he told me that you were unhappy that you weren't able to pleasure Taehyung I came with the idea of it.'' Hoseok is clearly getting exited. ''Okay, tell me what to do.'' You agree. ''Really? Fuck. wait a second.'' Hoseok gets up from his chair and pushes it back. He opens the zipper of his overalls and pulls the sleeves down in way that leaves his upper chest bare. He isn't wearing undershirt and you drool from the sight. His chest is firm and hard muscles are visible underneath his skin. Hoseok ties the sleeves on his waist so the rest of the overall wont fall to his ankles. ''At first we have to get me hard.'' He finally says and steps in front of you so his crotch is in front of your face. ''How I do that?'' You are eager to learn. ''You can palm my dick over the clothing.'' Hoseok says and puts your hand to his member. His member is huge underneath your palm and your eyes widens in wonder. ''Move your hand slowly up and down my shaft.'' You obey his command and Hoseok follows your hand's movement with his darkened eyes. ''Good, now you can squeeze the base little.''Hoseok hisses when you do as you are told. The lustful gaze and the half naked man surely turns you on and you can feel the heat pooling between your legs. Your free hand finds it way to Hoseok's thigh and you leave it to rest there. You keep palming Hoseok's hardening member and add pressure after reading his reactions. His pubic hair is well trimmed and only place where is hair on his body. ''Your hand feels so good already, I can't wait how those pretty lips feel around me.'' Hoseok praises you and you feel happy for yourself. ''Now take my dick out from my pants.'' Hoseok commands and you pull his member out. His dick stands tall and proud and small trail of precum leaks out of his tip. His member isn't only one which is leaking, you are getting wet as well. You feel your mouth watering like when you are about to eat your favorite meal. ''It's pretty.'' You say and Hoseok blushes slightly. You didn't even know that the man is able to do it. ''Thanks.'' Hoseok coughs awkwardly. ''You need to remember that every person is different, there is different preferences when it comes to blowjob. First you can give few licks to my saf-.''Before he can finish you give small kitten licks to his member. ''Oh God,just like that. Then put it into your mouth, don't use your teeth.'' Hoseok instructs and you put his dick into your mouth. His precum tastes salty on your tongue but it isn't unpleasant. ''Then put my dick as far as you can in your mouth, be careful.'' Hoseok looks you worriedly when you are too greedy and gag. You learn from your mistakes and go slower this time. ''Remember to breath trough your nose. Hollow your cheeks and suck while moving your mouth along my dick. What you can't reach use your hand.'' You begin to move slowly testing the waters. His dick is wide and longer than average, if you can say anything after the few porn videos you have watched. You gain more confidence when Hoseok doesn't complain and put your fingers around the base of his dick. You bop your head along his member and move your hand where your gag reflex wont let you go. ''Are you sure that you haven't done this before?'' Hoseok jokes lamely and hisses when you suck extra hard for his comment. Hoseok has trouble to keep himself from moving and when his body jolts few times you squeeze his thigh with warning. ''Right, maybe we leave the throat fucking for another time. If you want you can fondle my balls.'' Your hand move from his shaft to his balls and Hoseok moans. ''Hoseok I forg- Oh my god, never mind.'' Yoongi appears by the door and sheepish look appears to his face. ''Fuc- Yoongi go away.'' Hoseok demands angrily when you pop your mouth away from his member. ''Already going.'' With speed of the light Yoongi disappears from the office. ''What are you doing, keep going.'' Hoseok arches his brow. ''But Yoongi,-'' ''Trust me sweetheart, this isn't the most sexual thing he has seen me to do.'' Hoseok assures and pets your hair. His eyes are so filled with lust and admiration that you decide to continue despite the embarrassment you are feeling. You put his hard member in to your mouth and speed up the space. Your tongue follows the large vein underneath his length and loud hiss leaves Hoseok's lips. Your panties are pooling from your juices at this point .You keep bopping your head while hollowing your cheeks and it wont take long before Hoseok pulls out from your mouth and his seed spurs to your hands and abdomen. Hoseok falls on his knees panting heavily. ''Shit, I'm sorry for ruining your clothes. I didn't have enough time to warn you. ''Why didn't you come in to mouth? It is a thing right?'' You ask confused. ''It is, but I didn't think that you would be ready for it.'' Hoseok is coming down his high and his rabid breathing is calming down. ''Thank you. That was great from a first timer.'' Hoseok pushes himself up and his overalls falls on his ankles. the knot made of sleeves must have opened. You laugh when Hoseok steps out from his clothing, kicking his shoes away first, but the sound dies down quietly when you see him on full display, only piece of clothing is his boxers which he slides down his firm legs. ''I can't put dirty clothes back on.'' He explains and grins widely to your face. ''Innocence of Y/N is officially ruined.'' Hoseok teases and walks to his table picking up the tissue box which from top of it. ''I'm not innocent'' You pout. ''I know you aren't, innocent girl wouldn't beg me to give her lessons about sex.'' Hoseok says while cleaning himself. He tosses the dirty tissues into trashcan and then comes to kneel in front of you. He cleans your hands carefully and pats your shirt. ''I can't save your shirt.'' He sighs in defeat. ''It's okay I have top underneath of this.'' You assure and pull the long sleeved shirt over your head. Hoseok gets up from in front of your legs and takes your face between his hands. He peeks your lips gently and parts smiling widely. ''I'm glad that you take a part in this lesson. Maybe I can be your teacher again in the future.'' ''I will look forward our next lesson professor Jung.''

You are having a sleepover at Jimin's and Jungkook's place the day after your lesson. You hang lazily on the couch in front of the TV while Jungkook is focused on video game. Jimin is laying on the couch his head resting on your lap and you stroke his hair gently. ''...So now you are a blowjob expert?'' Jungkook asks his eyes still focused on the screen. ''You can say so.'' You admit and continue going trough Jimin's curls. ''Maybe you can give me one in the future.'' Jungkook adds casually and you stop your movements. ''Or maybe you can go suck yourself of.'' Jimin says annoyed. Jungkook puts his game on pause and spins around. '' Maybe you can fuck of. What it has do with you that does Y/N give me blowjob or not? She isn't your girlfriend.'' ''No she isn't but I have something that you don't have, the sense of time and place.'' Jimin gets up and glares Jungkook angrily. ''You both stop. Jungkook I won't promise you anything but I wont say no. Jimin I'm happy that you defend me but I can manage myself.'' You say calmly and both men relax on their spots. ''Can we just continue our evening in peace?'' ''I'm sorry Y/N.'' Jungkook pouts. ''It's okay, don't worry about it.'' You assure and Jungkook returns happily back to his game. You totally miss unhappy face on Jimin's face. If you would have seen it you could saw the jealousy in his eyes, but you didn't and are happily unaware of the battle inside of him.

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timetoresurface · 5 years

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EXCHANGE / JJK (2)

to give something and receive something of the same kind in return

Note: First of all I want to thank everyone who took their time reading, liking, commenting and reblogging. You guys are always surprising me with your kindness and support. The second thing I want to talk to you about is how good our boys looked at the BBMA’s, like how are we supposed have a life of our own when they look like Gods.

Pairing: reader x Jungkook

Genre: romance, non idol AU

Warnings: none

Word count: 1835 words

PART 1 / / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7

Summary: Yes, you are an exchange student. You noticed EF also organized trips to Seoul and you wanted something different than the same five people in your hometown. You came to the beautiful city to learn and relax, most definitely not to fall in love with one of the teachers. Definitely not the young extracurricular teacher who seemed to be good at everything.

*Y/N = your name *Y/C = your city/country

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It took you about one second after waking up to absolutely hate yourself because of the excruciation headache you were having. It took you a bit longer to find out where you were exactly. The familiar smell of filter coffee entered your nose and you dared to sit up. You realized you were in someone else’s sofa and this couldn’t be yours because you didn’t have one. The only thing you had was an annoying roommate who only wanted to study Korean, even though you wished you were a bit more like her at the moment. She probably didn’t have a throbbing head or a bad taste in her mouth. She probably woke up feeling very content and safe because she was in her own bed.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see the skilled hand of the coffee maker pour just the right amounts of everything into the cup. He was wearing a black jogging with a tight black t-shirt, but he seemed to always look extremely fine in simple black outfits. It was a struggle to get out of your comfortable position but your stomach was making its characteristic whale noises and these were hard to ignore. With the blanket wrapped around your body you started your adventure toward the kitchen area where Jungkook was pouring a second cup of coffee.

“Good-morning sunshine.” He beamed while handing you your cup of deliciousness and you silently thanked him. Not sure of what to say you just stared at him, hoping he would speak first. It had the opposite effect really, he just kept his hands busy with making breakfast. Bacon was being grilled an eggs were cracked by his large hands and the only thing you could do was stare.

“I usually make a great hangover soup but I lacked most ingredients so I hope you like my hangover eggs.” He said while setting up two plates on his dining table. The bacon in the supermarket packages turned your stomach inside and out: the blood and the white fat that ran through it. You hated the look of it. Yet once cooked it got you under its bacon spell, perfectly crisp with an aroma that wouldn't let you step away, it was something to be devoured, nothing more.

You quickly took place and felt no need for pretentious manners as you stuffed your mouth full with eggs and bacon. Now it was his turn to stare but you tried to ignore his questioning eyes and kept your focus on the food in front of you. When your eyes lock over the breakfast table he started to eat. He ate rapidly, stuffing his mouth too full so he had to chew with his mouth wide open.

“Thank you.” It was silly but he stopped eating for a bit. He looked deep in thought about what to say or do but settled with simply nodding his head.

“I also want to say I’m sorry but my memory is lacking me and I can only imagine the worst.” To you it counted as an apology as you barely said the words out loud. The embarrassment started to creep in your system and the only thing you wanted to do was run. “I’ll get going now so you can get some well deserved rest after seeing whatever you saw last night. Again, thank you so much for-“ you gestured at the sofa and the food on the table “for all of this.”

“No problem at all. You’re definitely not a problematic drunk, only a forgetful one. Next time put your room number and passcode in your phone so you don’t get lost again.” His comforting words made you feel a bit more at ease but you could feel the heat growing in your cheeks. By now they must be beyond an attractive rosiness. You felt as if all your insecurities were written across your face and there was nowhere to hide.

“Thank you.” You thanked him again and practically ran out of his place with the blanket still wrapped tightly around your body.

It was midmorning and you still had a head that felt like an axe was planted in it. Your eyesight struggled to cope with the daylight and you fumbled tying the belt of your simple dress. With your brain still struggling to recover from the previous night's abuse, the only thing on your mind was trying to be on time for class. You grabbed some stuff and threw them in your bag hoping you had everything with you to make it through this day.

With sunglasses hiding your swollen eyes you entered the classroom and to your surprise you were one of the first to arrive. Alfie was sitting in the back with black sunglasses matching yours. You both laughed at the coincidence.

“We made it.” You simple stated before sitting next to him.

“Barely.” He grunted and planted his head on the desk.

“Nice sunglasses.” You complimented him and this got a little laugh out of him. Your short conversation was interrupted by the teacher entering the classroom. Half of you were still missing but he didn’t care and just started with whatever he wanted to start with today. If he had noticed yours and Alfie’s sunglasses he hid it well. The both of you tried to pay attention but you were more aware of the cracking of your head than anything else. The day slowly continued and when your class had finally ended you and Alfie decided to lay in the grass together.

“Maybe I should’ve just gone on a simple summer camp to France.” Alfie admitted while rubbing his eyes.

“But France is just France. We’re in Seoul, which is way cooler than France.” You tried to cheer him up but he was still struggling with his hangover which surprised you. You were feeling a lot better, just tired.

“Yes, but a summer camp doesn’t have obligatory lessons.” He grunted and you wanted to respond but Jungkook was quicker.

“You can also wait to start drinking after Friday classes and spend all of Saturday in your bed.” Jungkook laughed while positioning himself next to you on the warm grass. He had changed out of his black relaxing outfit into tight fitting blue jeans combined with a white shirt and he looked even more handsome in white.

“We made a mistake. Apparently Koreans are better drinkers than us Europeans.” Alfie patted my shoulder as if to symbolize our European bond or something. Jungkook’s eyes glared at Alfie’s hand but he didn’t seem to notice or maybe he did. Because he suddenly planted his head on my thigh and closed his eyes while humming some melody. A minute ago there was a huge bunny smile on Jungkook’s face but due to Alfie’s actions his smile had disappeared into a straight line.

“Y/N you still haven’t applied for any extra activities. If you need any help deciding, I’ll be at the front desk.” He excused himself and walked quietly away from us. You couldn’t help but stare at him while he was walking so carefully over the grass.

“He sure does take an interest in you.” Alfie commented with his head still resting on your leg.

“Oh shut up, it is his job to lure people into paying activities.” You muttered.

“All I’m saying is that he hasn’t willingly spoken to anyone off our class outside you.” He finally opened his eyes and tried to study your reaction. You tried to ignore the weird morning you had with Jungkook and how he had cared for you and your hangover.

“Because most girls go and talk to him first. They don’t give him a chance to go and talk to them.” You glared at Alfie while pushing him off your leg. “Now, if you would excuse me, I have to apply to some extra activities you have already applied too. I can not let you go alone on a hike, right? Who would catch you?” and with these final words you walked away from a laughing Alfie rolling in the grass.

He sure was a special character. He didn’t seem to care what people thought of him. He didn’t even seem to care what he thought of himself. He just existed to have fun, have drinks and learn a few things along the way. It was a simple life, or that’s what he liked people to believe. We tend to live in stories of our own creation and without realizing we’re just following a script we made for ourselves. Alfie was just following his own I-wanna-be-cool script and somehow he fooled most people, including you for a second.

“Please be safe.” He yelled once you were almost out of sight. All eyes were on you and for the trillionth time since you were in Seoul, your cheeks turned into the reddest of blushes. You silently cursed Alfie under your breath and hurried inside the building.

You were kind of disappointed when you didn’t see Jungkook at the information desk but the lovely Jenna, Australian born and married to a Korean businessman, was also lovely. She chatted about her wonderful life but also didn’t forget to ask you some questions. Where you were from, what motivated you and whatever she could think of. She was a huge help and thanks to her you had signed up for half of the activities, almost filling up your whole schedule. You still had a few free nights that you intended to spend roaming through the city alone. Nothing was better than going on an adventure by yourself after a glass of wine, or two.

Speaking of alcohol, your hangover was almost completely gone. The only thing remaining was the constant graving for greasy food and stuffing your face to satisfy your belly who had worked so hard getting rid of the strong liquor. Right on cue your stomach started to make some loud noises making people turn their heads in your direction.

“Are you hungry?” A voice behind you asked, startling you. It was Jungkook. Again. He seemed to always know where you were when something embarrassing was about to happen. A sixth sense leading him to you and your blushing cheeks.

“Can you please not-“ you tried to come up with the correct words “-scare me.” You finished satisfied. He did always surprise you and therefor scare you.

“Let’s have dinner together. My way of apologizing for scaring you earlier.” He said it so quickly you had to blink a couple of times before fully registering his words. Even he seemed surprised by his straightforwardness and doubt started to color his face.

“I mean, you don’t need to feel obligated or anything.” His hand found its way through his hair and for a second there you were mesmerized by his actions.

“I’m starving.” Was the only thing you could say but this was enough to replace his doubt for excitement.

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scottishhellhound · 6 years

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Reading @incandescent-creativity worldbuilding for LiaHT, reminded me of THIS thing I wrote....5 years ago. It was an idea I had built off of a vague recollection of a dream I had.

It is a mess and unedited, but reading it again, I find I'm rather proud of it.

It's rather long, so I'm gonna put most of it under a cut :)

There were feathers everywhere. Beautiful, soft feathers of the brightest blue I’d ever seen. The colour reminded me of the vacation my family had gone on a few years ago to Jamaica. They were the exact same shade as the water of Negril Beach. Now if I could figure out how and why I had suddenly sprouted blue-feathered wings, I could get on with my day.

I pinched myself hard on my arm, twisting the skin harshly trying to wake myself from the weird ass dream I was obviously having. I bit my lip to keep from yelping and glanced over my shoulder again.

Nope. Still there.

I reach the hand I had used to pinch myself with over my shoulder and ran my fingers over the top of the right wing. Solid, not illusionary. I even go as far as reaching into the wing itself and grabbing one of the large primary feathers, and pull.

“Ow! Dammit!”

‘Okay. This has got to be the most real dream I have ever had in my life. Why would I dream of wings, though? Maybe I shouldn’t have had all that chicken before bed.’

I try to turn around to get a better look at them, but being new to this whole wing thing, I neglect to remember that they are attached to my back. I end up not only knocking the lamp off my bedside table, but also all the pictures that were along the far wall. I take a deep breath, shoulders, and new appendages, shaking, trying to remain calm. That’s really difficult, by the way, when the only thought running through your mind is ‘Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I have wings. I HAVE WINGS. Why do I have wings? WHY DO I HAVE WINGS!’ But I’ll give it the old college try.

College?

College!

I have class in 30 freaking minutes.

And there goes what ever semblance of calm I had managed to maintain. My Wings puff up and fan out. Instinctively trying to make me appear bigger to whatever is causing my heart to race, and my legs to feel like the jelly dessert I had yesterday for lunch; unsubstantial, wobbly, and green.

I sit down heavily on my bed. The wings scrunching up uncomfortably behind me, as they try to fold themselves up against my back. Made difficult by the fact that there has to be at least a good 6½ ft of the things, EACH, on my just barely 5’5 frame. I tangle my fingers in my hair, tugging at the raven-black strands in frustration and an ever building need to scream…or laugh hysterically. I hadn’t really decided yet. I was still trying to puzzle out how I had wings, and how the hell I was supposed to get rid of them before my Philosophy class. Ironic, no?

“This cannot be happening. Why in the name of all gods would I sprout wings of all things? That just doesn’t make any sense. No one in my family has wings! Calm down Jessi, you have to be dreaming. The chicken you had last night must have been tainted. That has to be it. You’re having some sort of fever dream. That is the only thing that makes sense. Now wake up. Wake up!”

My attempts to wake myself up were interrupted by my roommate knocking on my closed door. My eyes zero in on the slowly turning handle. Mind racing as I try to think of something intelligent to say to make her stay out. What comes out is decidedly not intelligent in the least.

“AHH!! Don’t come in here I’m naked!”

I jump off and over to the other side of the bed wrapping myself in my purple top sheet in an effort to make myself presentable. Again, forgetting about the two 6 plus feet of feathers, muscle, and bone, which I am now graced with. The resulting crash and whimpers of pain, embarrassment and hopelessness have my roommate bursting into the room. Door flying open and crashing into the wall, knocking even more pictures to the floor.

Part of me wants to peer over the edge of my bed to see the expression on her face at the state my usually immaculate room was in. There was glass from picture frames and the lamp everywhere. I’m pretty sure I had even landed on some in my haste to hide myself. My bed is in a shambles, blankets and pillows everywhere, and the feathers, have I mentioned the feathers yet? ‘Cause there was lots of them. It looked like an indecent pillow fight had taken place, minus the sexy naked times that seemed to follow those…at least according to the few guy friend’s I talked to about it, there were sexy naked times after pillow fights. Though the reason they think that could also explain why they don’t have girlfriends.

Anyways, enough about my friend’s love lives, or lack there of, and back to my problem, namely the wings. Have I mentioned that I have wings yet? I do, they’re huge, and blue.

“Jessica, are you…oh my good sweet lord. What happened in here? Are you okay? Where are you?”

I manage to wiggle my left hand out from my temporary sheet cocoon and flop it in a vague ‘I’m down here, I’m not dead, please leave me to my misery,’ sort of way. I have very expressive hand movements. I can have a whole conversation with a series of well used hand gestures and eyebrow wiggles. I’m very talented.

Unfortunately, Carrie is not as skilled in reading non-verbal communication as I am at having it.

I cringe inwardly, wings twitching against my back, and listen as Carrie walks further into the room, her shoes crunching on the glass of the lamp and photos that litter the floor closest to the door.

“What on earth happened in here?”

My muffled voice floats out from my purple Egyptian cotton refuge, “If I said it was a sexy pillow fight that got a little out of hand, would you believe me?”

She gives an inelegant snort as she crunches closer and closer to where I am seriously considering whether or not physics will allow me to wiggle under the bed.

“Not likely. One that’s not your style, and two the resulting mess would have you catatonic for hours before the rage set in.”

I sigh, “Didn’t think so.”

“Seriously though, Jessi, what happened and where’d all the feathers come from?”

I sigh again. It turns out I have to face the world after all, physics will not allow me to hide myself beneath my bed with the dust bunnies and last weeks Geology assignment. I really need to finish that, it’s due in three days.

“Okay but you have to promise not to freak out. Okay?” I wiggle and fight my way out of my sheet toga and into a sitting position, trying to keep my wings as hidden as possible, waiting for Carrie’s answer.

I obviously did not do a good enough job of hiding my wings, if the expression on her face was anything to go by. Mouth open, eyes wide and darting back and forth rapidly trying to take in every feather, every twitch. I can see her mind trying to make sense of what she’s seeing, and coming back with an error message.

I can sympathize; my brain was still out to lunch on the whole wing fiasco, leaving me to flop around like a landed fish trying to get back to water. I’m positive that this is some bad kung-pow chicken hallucination, and that I’m going to wake up any minute now, only to discover that I have slept through my philosophy class…again.

Although, the flopping could have been because the lower half of my body is still trapped in my sheet, or a combination of that and the landed fish analogy. I was going to go with that one. I finally manage to unwrap myself from the sheet completely and in response to my victory the wings extend themselves as much as they can in the confines of my 10x10 room, which is really not built for 18 plus feet of wing.

I wasn’t sure if it was at the sight of my impressive spread, or if it was the fact that, apparently, my hallucinatory wings had also destroyed the shirt I slept in, and I’m naked from the waist up. Carries eyes widen further than I thought possible and after sputtering a bit, making incomprehensible noises and making vague motions towards the still outstretched wings, she promptly feints.

Yeah, if I could wake up now, that would be awesome.

I came back into our small living room from the kitchen when I heard Carrie groan from her spot on the couch. Thankfully the slightly older girl was a tiny little thing, red hair, freckles, barely reached my chest, and had a size zero waist that I was not envious of in the least. Do you know how hard it is for that girl to find clothes?

I sit down backwards, chest to chair back in one of the kitchen chairs that I’ve dragged in. I had tried to sit in one of the stuffy chairs in the living room, I won’t bore you with the details, let's just say that it didn’t work and leave it at that, shall we?

Good.

I had also found a tube top that my much more gregarious younger sibling had bought for me as a gag gift one year for my birthday. It wasn’t my style, but it allowed me to be decent and at the same time not interfere with the things growing out of my shoulder blades.

I shuffle the chair forward so it was closer to the couch and peer down into Carrie’s hazel eyes with my own gray ones. I could feel the soft silkiness of the feathers as they tickled across my bare shoulders, twitching in nervousness. I really needed her help with this, I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it on my own. Maybe she would have an idea on how I could wake myself up. She’s good at thinking outside the box like that.

As soon as her eyes opened fully and there was recognition in them again I started to babble. “I am so sorry, Cassie. I didn’t mean to, but they don’t do what I want, the just kind of hang there and twitch, and do whatever they please. You didn’t hit your head did you? Do you want some pain killers? Do you have a concussion? Can you have pain meds if you have a concussion? You have to help me wake up, I can’t miss another Philosophy class.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Jess, slow down. One thing at a time.” Her eyes are on the madly twitching mass of feathers over my shoulders, her voice carrying a slight edge of hysteria. I really hope she didn’t pass out again.

I took a deep breath again, but I could still feel my panic, now made worse by my guilt, clawing at the back of my skull, threatening to overwhelm me with each passing second, each restless twitch of wings.

“I’m fine. I did not hit my head, so I don’t need any drugs. Now I have a question or two for you.”

“Okay.”

“First question, why do you have wings?”

Hearing the question voiced out loud by another person made it real, made me realize that this wasn’t all just some bizarre dream that I was having because of the chicken. I really had wings.

Son of a bitch.

Now that my mind has realized that my predicament is actually real, I start to laugh hysterically. I can hardly breathe around the chest tearing laughs I’m producing, but I continue to laugh and laugh until my laughter turns into tears. I’d fallen out of my chair in my fit of hysteria and was now huddled into myself, crying into my knees, shoulders heaving with the force of my sobs, wings folding around me, trying to protect me from an imaginary force.

I didn’t realize that Cassie had got up off the couch until she parts my wings and wraps her thin arms around my shaking shoulders. I react instinctively and dropping my knees I wrap my own arms around her instead and cry into her shoulder. She rubs a hand up and down my back, fingers trailing gently, but more firmly than the feathers, up and down my back, giving me something to focus on as she mutters words of comfort into my hair, assuring me that we will get to the bottom of whatever is going on.

We sat like that for what seemed like hours, but I know couldn’t have been more than ten minutes. Our respective cell phones had both gone off with missed calls and texts about a dozen times, worried friends wondering why we weren’t in class. I couldn’t bring myself to focus on anything other than the feeling of Cassie’s fingers on my back. Human contact, as solid and real as my own skin. Not the feathered monstrosities that had forced themselves into my neat and orderly world and onto my shoulders.

We sat for a bit longer, late morning sunlight now streaming in through the gaps in the drawn curtains, hiding my abnormality from the world. I nod and pull myself off Cassie’s shoulder, muttering an apology that she waves off as easy as dust off her sleeve and a quick, what are friend’s for.

We move the party to the kitchen, it’s much less cramped and I can spread my wings out a bit more.

Cassie walked back into the kitchen after visiting her room, a spiral bound notebook in hand.

“Are you going to take notes?”

“It’s for me okay. You know I suck at logic puzzles, this will help me keep everything straight and help us figure this mess out.”

“Fine, but you have to promise that as soon as we figure this out and get me less two wings, you’re going to burn those pages.”

“Yes fine I promise. Happy?”

“Ecstatic. Can we just get this over with please?”

It’s several hours later and our two-person kitchen table is riddled with coffee mugs and pastry crumbs, like fallen soldiers and mortar casings. Cassie is just penning a few final words, my recount of the last few days of my life when there’s a knock at our door and the sound of creaky hinges as the door is pushed open. There’s only one person who just knocks and walks into our home, no matter the time of day.

Rhys Campbell.

There isn’t enough time for me to get out of the kitchen and to go hide in the bathroom or try again to defy physics and hide under my bed, or maybe the top shelf of my tiny closet before Rhys enters the kitchen.

#sidhe writes #I have no idea where I was going with this #but it was fun at the time #and it's still fun to read now

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sesshsbae-blog · 6 years

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Hot Spring - (Sesshomaru x AdultRin)

“Rin, please, you’ve been talking non-stop for an hour and a half, enough!” – the little green imp exclaimed, a frustrated look painted on his face.

“You’re so boring” – Rin sighed, and after a few seconds of total silence she stood up, asking Jaken where the nearest hot spring was. She left, and the little imp almost felt glad to be alone while waiting for his master.

Seven years after Naraku was slayed by InuYasha and his gang, Lord Sesshomaru was still looking for stronger and stronger demons, just to prove himself and whoever decided to combat him that he was the most powerful of all. Rin eventually joined him again after living almost eight years in the village with lady Kaede. She just couldn’t stay far from her demon; and Sesshomaru, even he refused to admit it, felt the same way.

Having Rin with him became a habit over the year and travelling without her was strange – he didn’t have anyone to look after, neither to save, so he was free to go wherever he wanted, but still it was a lot quiet and after a while he started missing Rin singing her childish songs while riding A-Un.

When he visited her the last time at the village he was surprised to found this beautiful young lady who looked more and more nothing like the little Rin he saved back in the days. She was more independent and mature, she managed to learn how to find curative herbs, and just live a normal life in the village; but when she saw Sesshomaru after almost six months she just couldn’t leave him again and he eventually accepted her following him.

“Lord Sesshomaru!” – Jaken greeted him, jumping around while holding his Nintojo stick in his right hand. He was about to ask Sesshomaru where he had been, but he was immediately interrupted.

“Where’s Rin?” – Sesshomaru asked with a plain tone, his body shaped by the moonlight, his hair floating in the air at every step he took. His iced glaze tried to find the girl, her scent was filling his nose so he clearly could tell where she was; he didn’t wait for Jaken to answer him and left.

“My Lord, Rin is taking a bath!” – the little imp tried to stop him, but Sesshomaru had already found what he was looking for.

Her head was resting on the grass, her skin covered by the steam that came from the hot spring, her forehead sweaty, her eyes closed just enjoying a nice moment of peace knowing that none could see her because she was waiting for Sesshomaru in the middle of nowhere.

He made sure that she couldn’t see him while resting on a tree with his eyes paying attention to every little movement her body did. He felt his hands itching, his torso being beaten up by his heart for how hard it was pounding; a loud sigh left his thin lips. He quietly got off the tree and tried to approach the girl that was enjoying her bath, her eyes still closed as she was sleeping.

Sesshomaru was surprised when he found himself being terribly fussy and nervous, his legs couldn’t move properly. He took many deep breaths and kept walking forward; after a few steps he was in front of Rin, who didn’t hear the demon at all.

He moved a hand forward and grabbed a lock of her hair with his fingers slightly shaking. Rin gasped a little, but as soon as she saw him she smiled, her cheeks flushed when she noticed his fingers fondling her hair.

Then she boggled. “I’m so sorry, I’ve been here for too long, I should’ve listened to Jaken and-"

“Rin”

Her lips stopped moving and she immediately shifted her gaze to meet his. Sesshomaru got closer to her, two fingers resting under her chin while his eyes were locked into hers. “You know that it’s unsafe for you to take a bath in the middle of nowhere” – he muttered.

“But… there’s nobody here, so I-I just thought… None could really see me-”

“I can”

She gasped when she felt his right thumb pulling her lower lip down, then kept looking at his eyes. “Is it unsafe for you to see me?” – she whispered.

His mouth folded into a smirk, he untied his kimono and landed it to her. “Use this, your kimono is a little scratched. I’ll soon find you a new one” - the stood up and turned his face away from her.

He listened to the sound of water breaking through the air while Rin was getting up.

“Look! What do you think? Does it fit me?” – she called him. Sesshomaru turned to meet her shapely body well covered by his kimono and couldn’t help but feeling pleased.

“It does” – he said, his arms crossed near his chest while watching her spinning around to show him every little detail.

“You think so?” – she asked again, walking toward the tall figure that was standing a few steps away from her. “You don’t sound so sure” – her eyebrows furrowed, her chin tilt up to meet his gaze.

“I am” – he said once again, trying not to fall for that pretty face. Her hand reached his cheek and he could feel his face burning under her touch.

“You’re always so serious” – she murmured. “There’s literally nothing that cheers you up, is it possible?”

Sesshomaru didn’t answer at first, trying to find something to tell her or to change the subject, but her being so close to him was a huge problem he couldn’t manage to face properly.

“You seem concerned” – he whispered.

“I am!” – she exclaimed.

“About me?” – he asked, taking a step forward, his chest almost touching hers.

“Of course” – Rin muttered, trying hard to stay focused. Her hand slipped down to his shoulder.

His fingers covered the lowest part of her back, pressing her body onto his. “Would you like to see me more relaxed?” – he whispered near her ear, feeling her heart pounding fast.

to be continued...

BOI i managed to publish something. I apologize if you find some mistakes while reading, but I’m still learning this language. Italian is so different from english and I need to study a lot before being able to write something without any error.

If you want me to post the rest of this one shot let me know!

#inuyasha #sesshomaru #oneshot #sesshomaruxrin #smut #love

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confidentweirdo · 6 years

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Of Pyramids, Fountains and Near-Death Experiences

Note: You thought you’ve seen the last of me with those Story Cubes? Nope. I’m still determined to continue this game, even though literally no one wants me to.

If you have no idea what’s going on - look here. Another example of my creative outburst - here. This time we have #sterek!

“You are not going!” Derek snapped, demonstrating his teeth.

“Oh, I am so going!” Styles snapped back.

Scott sighed, squeezed in between those two.

“Any help?” he asked the others.

Lydia, Peter and Erica looked at each other, nodded in total agreement and demonstratively opened three bags of popcorn, making themselves comfortable on the couch - experience of the last few days implied that those kinds of fights usually lasted at least for a few hours.

Scott hoped that Kira would be the one to help him out, but she was busy getting her toenails done by extremely concentrated Cora - everyone knew better than to interrupt that process.

Boyd and Isaac were the quiet ones; Scott looked at them, pleading for help, but those two were already making bets with overenthusiastic twins.

Malia was kind of busy with her homework and from the sounds she was making Scott deduced it was definitely math, which meant the only thing she was up to at the moment is separating someone’s head from its body.

Finally, Scott laid his eyes on Jackson, who was just scrolling through his social media. Making huge eyes, he nodded towards Stiles and Derek, who were still shouting at each other senselessly.

Jackson rolled his eyes, sighed theatrically, but said:

“Stilinski, for heaven’s sake, you have a broken leg! For once, just stay at home like a useless human-being and let the big guys… and girls,” he corrected himself quickly, shooting one glance towards Cora, whom for some unknown reason he feared to the point of absurdity, “handle the situation.”

Stiles frowned, “It’s a sprain.”

“I don’t care what it is, you still need either your walking stick or your not-really-boyfriend to move,” Jackson pointed out.

Derek smiled victoriously, glad that someone for once took his side.

“Shut up, Jackson,” only half-convincingly said Stiles, ignoring the certain part of the sentence he did not want to hear.

Scott breathed out. Jackson may be a bastard, but every tenth time he can actually be useful.

“Stiles, we’re going to Mexico,” Isaac pointed out, dealing the cards. “It’s not like you’re missing a trip to Disneyland.”

“Of course, it’s not!” Stiles shouted at his maximum lungs’ capacity and poked Liam with his cane. Stiles wouldn’t be Stiles unless he invented a way to torture people even if he couldn’t technically walk at the moment. “It’s so much cooler! You’re breaking into the center of the ancient pyramid to find an actual, real, one and only Fountain of Life! How can that even be compared to Disneyland?! Besides, we’re still going there on Isaac’s birthday, right?”

Stiles bit his tongue and immediately looked apologetic. Everyone in the room simultaneously groaned. That was supposed to be a surprise.

“Nice one, idiot,” Erica commented with her usual bitchy face.

“The point is,” Derek tried to outvoice the pack, “that you are not coming with us, Stiles. You’re just not and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Stiles only smiled in reply to that. Scott sighed again - unfortunately, he knew what it meant.

“If you drop me, I’m gonna bite your shoulder off,” Stiles warned Derek, while Hale was carrying him to the car, bridal style.

“You’re making me regret I didn’t chain you to the bathroom heater,” Derek smiled at him in reply. Anyone who has ever seen that grin could confirm that it gave them nightmares for months.

“Is that what love looks like?” Lydia asked in a loud whisper.

“I know my brother, he is smitten,” Cora shrugged.

“Well, in that case, I know Stiles,” Lydia insisted. “And yes, he’s into it, big time.”

“You do know that we can hear you, right?” Stiles shouted from the front seat.

(“Of course, he gets the front seat,” Isaac mumbled.

“You will too, sweetie. When you grow up,” Stiles promised him with a sugary smile. There were no further objections to that.)

“Yeah, that’s the whole point! Why would we talk about you when you can’t hear us?” said Lydia. She and Cora high fived each other.

It took them around three days to get to the destination point. They slept in motels twice, only for a few hours, to get to Mexico as soon as possible - most parents thought it was a short school trip and everyone needed it to stay that way.

Stiles was pretty quiet the whole trip - he borrowed at least a dozen books from Diton’s library and was constantly checking and then rechecking something. Derek tried to get a closer look on his notes, but the only thing he understood from a variety of different languages, symbols and ancient runes were the phases of the moon and a few pictures of the werewolves.

On the other hand, what did he expect? That Stiles was writing his English essay on the probably most dangerous road trip in his life? Derek snorted at that thought and let him be.

Stiles and him knew each other long enough to figure out other person’s likes and dislikes. For example, Stiles never put his legs on top of the glove compartment, even though Derek knew that it was his favorite position to ride in the car. He also didn’t seem to mind chatting all night long while Hale was driving, because he knew that otherwise Derek would start falling asleep. Betas often made fun of him for that, but Stiles would just always shush them and continue chattering enthusiastically.

On his part, Hale let him chose the music and fast food, made sure Stiles’ leg was always okay and in case it was obvious that he’s tired, they found a place to stay for the night. None of them spoke about those observations out loud, obviously. Mostly it was just glances, careful non-verbal remarks and silent support.

“We’ll be there in three hours,” Stiles noticed quietly, glancing at the GPS. He spoke very softly, trying not to wake the others up.

“Yeah,” Derek nodded. It’s not like he had a lot to say to that.

“Are you nervous?” Stiles asked, examining his face closely. Hale thought about it a little.

“Not really. Just worried a bit.”

“About what?”

“You, mostly,” he shrugged.

“Me?”

Derek chuckled when he heard a genuine surprise in Stile’s voice.

“Yes, you, Stiles. My pack knows how to protect themselves and each other. You, on the other hand…”

“…are completely useless and helpless,” Stilinski smiled brightly, but there was a hint of hurt in his eyes. “I know, I know, I got it, I’ve been told that only a few billion times.”

Derek smiled.

“I wouldn’t call you helpless, not in a million years. You are a man of many talents, Stiles. For example, you can always talk your opponent to death. I’m sure if I left you with some of our - preferably tied up - enemies, they will be begging for mercy in no time.”

“Shut up!” Stilinski punched Derek in the shoulder, but they both knew it was a pretend anger. In reality, Stiles was touched.

“You’re staying in the car, by the way,” Hale informed him calmly, mentally prepared for another fight.

“Yeah, sure.” Stiles nodded in agreement, examining his fingernails closely. He wasn’t even being sarcastic this time.

‘This is even worse than a wave of indignation,’ Derek thought to himself and sighed.

“Okay, Stilinki, where’s the catch?”

“What catch? There is no catch! I’ll just stay in the car, like you told me to…”

Derek was sniffing furiously.

“…I mean, there are so many of you guys, you don’t need my help! I’m sure you can read Nahuatl* hieroglyphs, because you’ve studied everything about the various kinds of traps Aztec people preferred, and you definitely have a few tricks up your sleeve on how to deal with aconite and mountain ash traps, and, well, what can a few special pentagrams against non-humans do? Blow you to pieces? That’s just funny, you guys are much smarter and stronger than that. You’ll be just fine!”

Stiles delivered this whole monologue, still concentrating on his manicure. Derek miraculously suppressed the desire to strangle that little asshole.

“Oh, one last thing! You do remember everything Diton told us about the ritual of scooping water in the Fountain, right? One wrong move and the whole operation goes down the drain, ‘cos the liquid will lose its properties,” Stiles informed him happily, making himself more comfortable on the passenger seat.

“Fine!” Derek roared, tightening his grasp on the wheel. “You can come with us. But if you die, that’s your problem!”

Stiles performed a victorious dance, and Hale felt like he is going to regret this decision very soon.

“Very soon” came, when Stiles miscounted his analgetic pills. He figured that he’ll have to walk or even run with his cane more than usual in the next twelve hours, so the obvious decision was to increase the dosage. After that, the reality shattered into tiny pieces.

He knew he did not lose his conscience, not even once, which was good, because otherwise someone will have carried him around, like a dead weight. That was definitely the last thing Stiles wanted. But he did remember falling into this weird trance from time to time and emerging from it when he was really needed. Mostly, Stiles thought, the feeling resembled being very very drunk. Well, that, plus dizziness, weakness and ringing in the ears.

He remembered the entrance to the pyramids clearly. Remembered tons of riddles and traps they had to solve and neutralize, remembered warning others about possible snares every few steps of their way. At some point, there was a whole set of traps against the werewolves and Stiles - being the only human of the pack - was beaming with pride.

“I just can’t help wondering: what would you do without me here, huh?” he mumbled, while sweeping aconite from the floor and ruining the prefect circles and pentagrams. “Stay at home, Stiles, all of you said. We’ll manage this without you, Stiles, you said. Ha! I would definitely like to see you try.”

The pack was watching him frowningly, most of them pacing back and forth, waiting for Stilinski to finish.

“Look out!” Scott shouted suddenly. Stiles turned his head to the sound but had no time to duck. He just followed the arrow with his eyes, motionless. It was aiming straight into his right eye and all he could think of was “wow Aztecs were really precise people.” And then, when the arrow-head was only a few centimeters from his face, Stiles had been pushed away and saw all the events in slow motion: Derek pushing him and covering Stiles’ body with his own bare arm; the arrow tearing the flesh of Hale’s said arm apart, damaging veins and arteries, probably reaching the bones and crushing them too; Derek growling, but still standing after that, his blood dripping on his clothes and floor. “The stains would be hard to get out,” Stiles thought melancholically. He wasn’t even really worried, because if the arrow-head had aconite in it, Derek would already be screaming with pain. Which meant it was just a regular arrow, and the werewolf regeneration is already taking care of that slight inconvenience. Stiles was just grateful that there was only one arrow in this trap, not five or ten.

“Stilinski!” Derek snarled at him, ripping the shaft of the arrow out of his arm. “Remind me to kill you later!”

Stiles shook his head, smiling at him with the warmest grin anyone saw that day.

“My hero,” he said with a chuckle, and then suddenly put his hand on Derek’s neck and pulled him into a kiss, being careful about Hale’s wounded arm. The kiss was slow, unhurried, very gentle and long-awaited.

The pack exchanged glances, but nobody said anything. Lydia shrugged when everyone stared at her, demanding an explanation, and Scott just smiled, looking at his best friend proudly.

Stiles broke the kiss and enthusiastically said:

“So, are we going to the Fountain or not?” and was the first one to start moving further into the next room.

The moment Stiles turned away from him, Derek’s face acquired a very smug smile. Cora couldn’t bare it anymore and immediately started laughing; that sound turned out to be very contagious and soon the whole pack followed her example.

“Oh, shut up!” Derek said, still beaming like a maniac. Stiles was way ahead of them now, checking up on some books of his.

After that Stiles didn’t remember much. Only the moment he was touching the Fountain (in his special gloves, because that thing’s magic was powerful as hell) and pouring the water into a few bottles for Diton’s closer examination.

The sun just started rising when they left the pyramids, exhausted. Obviously, they didn’t get much sleep that night, but it was still decided to pack and leave as soon as possible. After all, there is no sleep deprivation a good cup of coffee can’t cure.

Stiles was sitting on the grass near the car, sipping on his Starbucks and thinking that his life was pretty good at the moment. He survived the night in the pyramids, didn’t get lost, saved his friends’ lives a few times and got the magic substance they were looking for. Oh, and he didn’t get shot, thanks to Derek. Moreover, his painkillers were still kicking, just without any special effects now. Life was most definitely good.

“Hey!” said Scott, flopping down near him.

“Hey,” answered Stiles, enjoying the first morning sun rays on his face.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m… okay, dude. Why do you ask?”

“Do you… remember anything from last night?”

“Scottie, I was there, you know.”

McCall looked uncomfortable. Stiles smiled mischievously. “It totally wasn’t your idea to have this conversation, Scottie, was it?” he thought to himself.

“Okay, true, technically you were, but in your case, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“There were moments where I was completely conscious. And then there might have been a few where I… where I wasn’t,” Stiles offered. He also noticed that Derek was now definitely eavesdropping on their conversation. He was packing something in the car fifty feet away from them, but stopped now, listening carefully.

“Let me guess, kissing Hale happened during the unconscious faze?”

Stiles couldn’t really see Derek’s face from behind, but he noticed the strained muscles of his neck and back.

“Nope!” Stilinski said, much louder than it was necessary. “The most conscious decision of my life, Scottie.”

Derek’s posture immediately relaxed and it seemed like he was finally able to breathe. Stiles grinned broadly, watching him. He might not see Derek’s face, but he could practically feel Hale’s radiant smile from afar.

*Nahuatl - known historically as Aztec language (honestly Googled it, sorry if anything’s wrong here)

P.S. If there are some fandoms or pairing you want to be represented in the game - feel absolutely free to let me know.

P.P.S. Yeah, the quality of gif is absolutely shitty, but to my defense - I was really drunk, okay? Next time it’ll be much better.

My usual disclaimer: no, I am not a native speaker. I can only imagine how many mistakes this post has but I swear to Merlin I did my best. If there are any errors that make you feel uncomfortable - I am very, very open to good criticism, so again feel free to message me.

#story cubes #story cubes game #Sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek/stiles #teen wolf #OTP #flaff #humor #adventures #no one can stop me #one shot #and my favorite tag #idiots in love #fanfiction #pyramids #cane #fountain

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mollymauk-teafleak · 6 years

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Enough

This is for the wonderful @childofdustandashes who wanted to see this particular fic and has had a very turbulent week and got through it all with her usual brilliance and kindness. So enjoy sweetie.

This is what happens when you and your girlfriend realise than Enough from In The Heights suits Eliza perfectly...

Eliza considered herself a patient person.

She’d learned this about herself, after years as the middle sister, the Switzerland of her friendship groups, the mediator at her job, the calming influence to an often spiralling husband, the mother to now six, soon seven, different hurricanes each with their own patterns and systems to solve their problems.

She was a patient person, she was proud of it. It was what made her life an impossibility to almost everyone else she met and a scenario better than she herself ever could have hoped for, all at the same time.

And this was what hurt the most, as she sat at the kitchen table, shoulders tense, leg bouncing fretfully, limp salad she hadn’t had time to eat at lunch and had planned to have for dinner instead sitting, useless and more unappetizing by the second, in front of her. She sighed as the muffled voices got louder and louder, two voices so alike you could hardly tell which was which, only their overlap betraying the fact that two separate people were even involved in the conversation. It sounded as if a single person were arguing with themselves, growing more and more lost in their own head and frustrated with it all. Eliza sighed, spearing a sickly-looking leaf of spinach on her fork, ruminating on how true that metaphor might well be.

She’d pleaded with Alex not to but it had all been depressingly perfunctory. She knew that concrete set to her husband’s expression, a hallmark of his lawyer face, his politician’s face, not the face of the father of her children or the man she’d loved with all her heart from the first moment he’d shyly kissed her outside their college library. Eliza had gentled and sighed and distracted as best she could but Alex had stayed cold and stiff as iron, letting her attempts to pull him away with kisses and offers to tell him about her day slide off with as light a touch as rainwater when, any other night, they’d snag his undivided attention easily. Especially as the evening and aged and darkened and the other children had disappeared to bed, Alex had stayed, pacing restlessly in the hall with tension and silent fury buzzing off him while Eliza stayed chewing her lip anxiously, pretending she was eating. With her Alex, it was always the silent anger that was the most worrying, when every other moment was full of noise and bluster, positive and negative. It was like when the tide suddenly retracted until it was gone from sight entirely, a hushed change but a deadlier one than the boom of a storm.

Then there had been that unmistakable sound, the key turning in the lock, the noise itself almost hesitant, apologetic, hopeful of not being discovered.

“Baby, please…” Eliza had murmured, one last hope, she had to. But Alex’s lip had curled, eyes not even flickering over to her, fingers gripping his forearms.

Eliza had barely gotten to murmur two words to AJ as he’d slunk sullenly into the house, defences already way up, determinedly looking at his sneakers rather than either of his parents, before Alex had whipped him off to his office and firmly shut the door.

And then the muffled shouting had started, right on time.

Eliza winced, letting her fork fall and clatter against her plate, head slipping into her hands with an exhausted sigh. Of course, she was just as worried as Alex was by their son’s behaviour, of course she’d been just as angry when night after night he came home after dark with no word other than Philip’s hesitant assurances that he’d seen him after school to tell them that he was safe. Of course, his gradually slipping grades and unopened textbooks left on the dining table, almost like a deliberate provocation, frustrated her just like they did Alex. And of course the worried calls from AJ’s boyfriend Eli, asking if AJ had called in yet because he’d had to leave him at some party after getting too exhausted to keep up with him, asking why he hadn’t turned up for their study session and was still in bed at half one in the afternoon, asking Mrs Hamilton (despite so many gentle assurances that he could call her Eliza) in a shaky, nervous stammer if AJ had mentioned Eli doing anything…anything wrong? Upsetting him in some way?

It wasn’t like Eliza was wilfully ignoring any of it, like she was willing to let it go by unchallenged. She just suspected there was a root cause to it all and felt a calm, long conversation was the best way to find out what that was. Every teenager went through some version of this, even her sunshine Philip and her quiet, gentle Angie had done it to a degree. But AJ…AJ was on another level. Surprising no one, in truth, he always had been. Which meant it was difficult but Eliza still saw no reason why they couldn’t just have a classic Hamilton heart to heart around the kitchen table that would end with tears and hugs and things generally being better than when they’d started.

Alex, apparently, disagreed with his wife. Hence the blistering arguments between him and his son, night after night, morning after morning, almost every time they ended up in the same room together. To the point where Eliza had to realise that maybe there was a root cause on either side that needed digging up and pulling free.

Which was a difficult realisation, given that neither of her Alex’s were willing to give even an inch of ground, not to each other, not to her. Leaving Eliza stuck in the middle of it all, getting more and more anxious that the damage being done would cross some final, invisible boundary line where they wouldn’t be able to go back.

No way in hell was she letting that happen.

The only question was what on earth to do.

The sound was like a tear running through the quiet darkness of the house, violent and sudden and jarring. Eliza staggered to her feet, startled by the huge crash, the reverberation of what sounded like half a hundred things hitting the floor upstairs. She was running before she’d really formulated a plan, just needing to put herself in the middle of this before all hope of control was gone. Make it up as she went, think while she talked, what could go wrong?

Eliza spared a quick thought that none of the other children could hear this as she raced up the stairs to Alex’s office. The one inside her she unfortunately had to take along for the ride, one hand resting on top of her only ever so slightly, only enough so she and Alex really noticed, sloping outward stomach, as if apologising for the interruption to their gentle day. It was far too early for anything tangible to be happening but she could swear there was a note of exasperation emanating from inside her. Eliza could only agree with them.

Alex’s office looked like a small explosion had erupted inside it. His desk was overturned and everything on it was lying scattered, every single sheet of paper that had been on it now carpeting the floor and in danger of tripping up anyone who dared take a step into it. The whole room had turned into something of a barricade, a battlefield, books strewn everywhere like hastily drawn up walls, chairs lying as sharp stakes drawn along defensive lines, no signs that anyone was abiding by the Geneva convention.

Eliza was stunned into silence for a second, seeing the same face mirrored on two different bodies. One scrawnier, parts of it growing faster than the other parts could keep up with, gawky and uncertain and Bambi-ish, hair with hours poured into making it look messy, the barest beginnings of a beard; one squarer, more lined, more angular, tight like they’d been holding tension for far, far longer, unyielding, grey streaks standing out in black hair, beard outgrowing it’s usually neatly kept lines. But the frustration, the anger, it made them identical. Both of them had jaws tight and mouths twisted, eyes narrowed. And yet unmoving, as if they’d stay there forever.

Unless Eliza did something.

“Oh my god, enough!”

Her voice made them both jump, as if they hadn’t heard her throw the door back, like her shout had sent a jolt through the two of them.

“Eliza?”

“Mama…”

“No!” Eliza silenced them both. She didn’t usually use this tone, there was something unnerving about how it lashed, whip like from the heart shaped, gentle face of a woman who looked like she talked to her sunflowers to help them grow. Which she did.

“I have had enough of this! More than enough!” she snapped, hands on her hips, blazing eyes flickering between her son and her husband, her anger non-discriminatory, “So now you’re both going to shut the hell up and listen to me!”

“But mama-” AJ yelped.

“Betsey, come on-” Alex groaned in the same breath.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Eliza’s eyebrows shot up until they disappeared under her bangs, “Did I not make myself clear? What I said was enough from both of you jackasses so someone else can speak for once.”

Two jaws opened, two plaintive retorts dangled on the ends of two tongues for an achingly long moment. Then two sets of teeth thunked back together without a word.

“Yeah,” Eliza snorted bitterly, “That’s what I thought…now, I have had all I can stomach of you two yelling and snapping at each other. This is not how we do things in this family!”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” AJ wailed indignantly, standing bolt upright.

“Yes, because there is absolutely nothing wrong with dragging yourself in at five minutes till midnight without a word,” Alex snapped back, glaring furiously.

It took everything Eliza had not to flip some furniture herself, instead just settling for a good, firm stamp of her foot.

“Are you both so blind that you can’t see what’s going on here?” she demanded, sending them both retreating into their respective corners with guilty looks, “Have you got blinkers on, for crying out loud?”

Alex bit his lip, looking uncharacteristically shaken. He could face down pretty much any opponent from across a courtroom or the floor of the Senate, in fact, he’d do it a little too eagerly. But this was Eliza.

“Betsey, easy, the baby…” he tried, as gentle as his voice ever got, wandering forward, hoping if he could maybe get his arm around her shoulders…

“Oh, don’t you the baby me, Alexander!” Eliza snarled, “Back to the corner!”

“Going, going…” Alex backed off, hurriedly.

Eliza pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to use the calming tactics she heard other people recommending to her husband, “Look, I know you two. I know neither of you like to hear you’re wrong or to quiet down or anything really that you haven’t already said yourself. But I am done with this. Can’t you see that you’re way too similar to go at it this way?”

The pained winces that flickered simultaneously across both of their faces showed her that she’d hit the mark.

“Look, Alex, I know you’re scared AJ is turning into you,” Eliza murmured, letting her voice gentle, “I know that’s what you’re trying to prevent.”

AJ startled a little, mouth slackening a little. Clearly this was news to him.

“I…” Alex went bright red, right to the very tips of his ears, “I mean…why shouldn’t I?”

“Because,” Eliza sighed, “He is you. He’s your son. You can’t just take parts of him out and replace them with different ones, even if it is because you’re trying to keep him safe.”

AJ’s voice came out hoarse and shaky, his eyes fixed on his father, “I thought you hated me…”

Horror flooded Alex’s face in a second, “AJ! I could never hate you, mijo, I love you more than anything. I hate who I was when I was your age and I just see so many similarities…” His jaw kept working even as the words trailed off, lips moving weakly. He looked to Eliza, panic in his dark eyes.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, nodding gently, gesturing encouragingly. They were so damn close…

Alex grasped one arm nervously, probably intending to say something considered and measured. But what happened, as it had so many other times in his life, was that everything came pouring out in a restless rush.

“AJ, listen, I’m not mad. I know I act like I am but I’m just scared,” he stammered, tripping over his own words, “I’m scared you don’t like being here so much anymore and I’m scared you might get hurt or pulled into something out of your control…as you’ve been getting older, I’ve been getting worse and worse at helping you with your problems. I’ve become completely useless. I’ve...I’ve become a bad father. I can change diapers and fix skinned knees and get bottles the right temperature but…hell, I can’t do teenagers? So, I tried yelling and hoping everything would just reset but of course I made the whole damn thing worse. And I’m sorry, AJ. I’m really, really sorry.”

Eliza knew how much her fierce little AJ hated crying in front of other people, even his parents. She was very familiar with how he was scrubbing at his eyes like they were itchy, shuffling his feet, becoming incredibly interested in his hands like that would keep it all at bay.

She wasn’t surprised when all he managed to choke up was, “I…I’m really sorry I tipped your desk over…” It made her smile a little, though.

Maybe she’d done enough here.

“This is what’s going to happen,” she said softly, folding her arms, enough of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth to dissolve the tension, “You two are going to put this whole room back together. Then you’re going to talk, quietly, for as long as it takes. And you’re going to listen.”

“We will, Betsey,” Alex murmured, his expression tired but grateful.

“Promise, mama,” AJ muttered, looking at his sneakers.

“Good,” Eliza let her smile grow, utterly transformed back into her usual self, “And I’m going to go eat six cookies and go to bed. Because this went fantastically. Goodnight, my loves.”

After some gentle replies, she closed the door and leant against it for just a moment, long enough to hear the scrapes of moving furniture, just enough footsteps to take one scared father and one anxious teenage son across an office and into each other’s arms.

Smiling, Eliza nodded in satisfaction and wandered back towards those cookies she’d promised herself for a job well done.

Just needed a little push.

#hamliza #alexander x eliza #Alex jr #AJ #eliza schuyler #eliza hamilton #supermom eliza #enough #ith #ficlet #for my lovely girlfriend

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brolikeidkman · 6 years

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An ex friend of mine tried to reach out to me and this will be a post about why I will not speak to her (TRIGGER WARNING:SELF HARM, REFERENCES TO RAPE CULTURE, GENERAL INSURGENT HOMOPHOBIA)

So she reached out to me and I have severe reasons why I completely cut her out of my life. The stories will be numbered. the first one is the longest the rest are pretty short.

#1. The Birthday party.

First, she was always giving off a bad vibe. Not just being a generally grumpy person because I can( and have) dealt with that kind of thing before. She had a ton of drama that came with her because, to be honest, she is a damaged person (None of which was her fault or was a problem for the most part).

The problems that came with her problems was that she created them. Her mental issues caused her to act out in a desperate plea for attention. Now, im a very caring person and I can say that with pride because I have worked hard to be one and I don’t say it lightly. Despite how caring I am I can no longer bring myself to help her because of the way she treated the people around her and me.

First, im going to tell you about my thirteenth birthday party. This is kind of in the middle of all the stuff she did but ill try and keeps all the other events in order so you can see the build up.

So the birthday party was big for me as it was a sleepover and the first birthday party I was having with friends since the first grade. Now as I said, this was a sleepover, so I told all six of my friends that my house didn't have enough room for no one to sleep on the floor and if need be I would sleep in my bed or two people could sleep in my bed and we all discussed how the sleeping arrangements and we figured out where and how everyone would be sleeping. She had volunteered to sleep on the floor. When she got to my house she showed up with no sleep clothes, no blanket, and no pillows. So a bad start. Now I wasn’t going to get upset about it because it wasn't a big deal, but the problems didn't stop there. One of my friends I invited has a very severe allergy to milk so we ordered her her own pizza without cheese. So why did this have anything to do with ex-friend? Because she would not stop commenting on how much of a burden it was. She said we should have just ordered it half cheese and half no cheese(despite the fact that this could have hospitalized my friend) or how she should have brought her own food. (who the fuck does that.)

Then came the presents.

Two of my friends didn't get me a gift because I made it very clear if you don't know what to get me or don't think you can you don't have to get me a gift (the actual wording was “company preferred than presents”). She, however, thought present should be mandatory. My dairy allergic friend got me a stuffed animal that I still have to this day, my ex-friend that has an allergy to sawdust (which comes in later) got me a ten dollar target gift card. My artist friend gave me a drawing (which I think I still have somewhere). Now, my friend that has an allergy to sawdust (which comes in later), She got me this HUGE multicolored crayon. WHICH I LOVED! I had a really close friend in my childhood who used to make them and it was such a fond memory. this friend actually felt really bad about the gift because she thought I wouldn't like it. As I was about to tell her about just why it was so awesome the ex-friend interrupted and said that she could have given me the receipt. Which she had. The ex-friend made comments to the two that didn't bring presents that hey should have. One of them was a friend of mine for five years before (it would have been longer but I had only known her since the moment I moved in you know.) Not only had this friend already gotten me a present she was also waiting for my actual birthday to give me another present (my birthday is in the summer so it was easier to have a birthday party a month early so I could keep contact for plans inside school) so I was pretty mad but I didn't say anything to the ex-friend because I knew she would start a fight. My old friend is very understanding about this when I tell her this.

The cake went well and there wasn't a problem because we had gotten my dairy allergic friend sherbert ( think this what its called its basically shaved ice sold like ice cream).

Then we had downtime. We played Guitar hero, played Jenga and some suggested we go outside before my art friend had to leave because she couldn't spend the night. Which was good except for two of them. The first was you-know-who and the other was my friend who is allergic to sawdust. She asked if we had done any work on our house and I said no, but that our neighbors had recently sawed down a tree.

I pointed out where it was to her and it isn't close to my house it's on the opposite side of their yard so she said it was okay and I told her to let me know if something was wrong. Now my ex-friend. Not to step on any toes here but I don't believe Ouija boards work. That being said, if someone else believes that they do work im not going to tell them otherwise. She believed they worked but she's an idiot. She told me she couldn't go outside because demons will kill her because she left a bord without saying goodbye and she was alone.(aren't those basic rules?) So we said she didn't have to go outside (which honestly was rude but we needed a break from her at this point). And then she went outside. And pretending she was possessed by demons. Which you know isn't that bad but then she had fits of crying and screaming. And then she did something that is the main reason I bringing this story up. She went to my neighbors' yard and grabbed a handful of the sawdust. AND STARTED CHASING MY FRIEND WITH IT. My friends' sawdust allergy as far from mild she would break out in hives and she had asthma. She also can’t run well because one of her legs is significantly shorter than the other. My ex-friend knew all of these things. So I tackled her. Which went better than I thought it would because she blamed it on the demons so I sent her inside to wash her hands and told my mom to make sure she did and to let me know when she did so we could go back in. My artist friends mom picked her up and then we watched a few movies, played some Minecraft and more guitar hero. Ex-friends mom picked her up at four am.

#2. You cant be that because I said so ... (warning: insurgent homophobia)

This was the year gay marriage was passed. When my friend told me about it it was a slap in the face because I hadn't known being gay was even an option. I welcomed it with warm arms and I got to know a lot of my friends closer through it and I learned a ton from them and learned a lot about my parents' views (which aren't good). Now my ex-friend (let's just call her X) decided that she wanted to explore her sexuality more and identified, in this order, as: Lesbian, genderfluid, bisexual, lesbian, trans, gay, genderfluid, no longer trans, lesbian, pansexual, bisexual.

All of this was fine with me, and though I thought it was odd she kept jumping labels so much and so rapidly I was still there for her because I knew sexuality is a hard thing to pin down.

During this time, however, she did many things I will never tolerate:

X told one of my friends he could not be gay because she wanted to have sexual relations with him.

Said that a questioning genderfluid couldn't be genderfluid because he didn’t feel it the same way she does. (He figured out he just really loves drag and now identifies with his birth gender wholely as well as being bisexual)

X Said that a girl was ugly because she refused to send naked photos

Stated genderfluid people don't exist (only after she decided she wasn't)

Called the cops on my friends' mom saying she was a heroin addict.

X Told a teacher she would call the cops and tell them he asked for photos if he didn't put in the grade for an assignment she didn't do (I hated that teacher but this was days after X asked the girl for photos so I talked to the guidance counselor who got the cops involved and the teacher let them look into his messages and emails and they couldn't find a trace of interaction with her besides asking her to turn in a big assignment. I found out what happened a year later after the guidance counselor retired when she thanked me for stopping a potential problem and for never causing one. I thanked her for not involving me as a witness for the police.)

X said multiple times that she willingly had sex with an older male (which worried us to all hell and we told the new guidance counselor this many times. He was later fired without a public reason)

Then X decided that she would be the one to pick which sexuality suited me best.

I don't think there is anything wrong with helping someone find an identity that suits them but not when it's unwanted and isn't helping them work it out themselves by picking the actual label themselves. She was just labeling me as she thought I should be.

She decided that I am asexual. This was very offensive to me NOT because I think badly of ANY sexuality but because:

A: I am not asexual

B: I did not ask her for advice she just came up to me and said it.

C: Said she knew an asexual when she saw one.

D: Continued to tell people I was.

I now identify as Polyamorous Aromantic.

I also was told by a friend that X was telling people that I had sex with X and that she “helped me figure out I am asexual because I didn't like it”, I could never confirm this was spread by her, but Its highly possible as she had said something similar to me about another girl. (I am to this day a virgin btw)

She told multiple people they had been faking their sexualities to go with a new trend.

#3: The Biggest reason. (WARNING: Non-graphic self-harm main topic)

After all that happened in #2 I had stopped being friends with X but this is why I completely cut her out of my life before she got expelled.

During this time I had severe depression and my family couldn't afford to get me help. I had one friend that I was really close to and he had severe mental issues including depression, bipolar disorder and he also was being physically abused by his grandfather and was mentally abused by his mom which he hid from his dad who he only saw every other weekend.

Unfortunately, he was also a cutter. He has scars now on his arms and legs and he confessed to me that he had tried to kill himself on a few occasions. He was my closest friend and he is much better nowadays. This is the questioning genderfluid friend I talked about in #2 that X said was wrong.

Honestly, I could have gotten over every other reason that I will not talk to her except this one.

Heres what happened.

She drew cut marks on her arms and legs and said: “Hey look I’m (Cutter Friend)!”

There is a big difference between kids being mean and people who you think are your friends calling you out.

After that happened most of my friends stopped talking to her completely and if she sat at our table we would leave.

She decided she should start to actually cut herself and blame us and say we told her to do so.

Then one day she tripped me in the hall. (To be honest, I don't know why she tripped me to this day) She started doing things like this all the time she told the counselor I was cutting myself and smoking cigarettes (which led to my stuff getting searched and her getting detention when they asked me why she would say that I had them).

When she relised she couldnt target me without getting in trouble she decided to start targeting my friend.

By this time he was doing so much better. His grandfaather had died, he told his dad about his mom, and he had mostly stopped cutting unless something triggered it.

Triggered like when someone asked about it. Or when someone called him a slur.

So X decided to go up to him, grab his wrists, push up his sleeves, rake her acrilic nails down his scars and ask “What are the best brand of razors to use? Mine never cut deep enough. Should we swallow some?”

He tried to kill himself when he got home. He had to be rescued by his dad and emts after he overdosed and tried to drown himself in his bathtub. He he kept his clothes on so his dad didn’t have to see him dead and naked. He was in the hospital for a week. That was when I started cutting.

Its my worst memory.

She eventually was expelled after she threatened multiple teachers.

When we got to Highschool she got expelled after two months for drug use, dealing, bringing alcholol into the building and eventually threatening a shooting.

She now is saying shes coming back to my school and I refuse to respond.

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tetralea · 7 years

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You are stuck with me

Pairing: Chris Beck/Reader

Warning: Fluff, Space fluff, injuries

Word count: 2.6k

Requested by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains, I hope you will like it! :) I know it was long ago. I moved to France right before you requested it.

Summary:

It should have been a routine mission. Go out check the panels come back and eat dinner, but something went wrong. It's hard to say whose fault it was, but it didn't matter anymore. You and Mark were out when a smaller wave of asteroids crushed your path. It shouldn't have been a problem you should have been prepared to this, yet one hit you. Right in the left tight. You were bleeding and running out of oxygen.

'Whatney, bring her back right now!' You could hear Chris' voice and immediately left your spot to help Mark to catch you. It took only a minute but your vision was already blurry, you were shaking and sweating from the pain and the huge amount of blood what was leaving your body didn't help either.

'Hey, darling! I'm here, hold my arm.' You could hear his voice but could never do what he was asking for. The universe went black and the last thing you could hear was Chris terrified voice, then nothing. Now two days later you were in your bed, surrounded by all the equipment Chris and the team brought here from the medics after the surgery. Your body hurt and you were still dizzy from the loss of blood.

Your door was open so you could hear the others sitting in the common area they must have been eating. You wanted to move and go to them but as soon as you lift your head the dizziness got worse and your head fall back to the pillow with a painful groan.

'I think it was her!' Commander Lewis' voice was clear and you could hear their steps getting closer to your room. 'She is awake!' She said to someone before stepping into the cabin and waking to your bed. 'Welcome back! How are you feeling?' She asked while looked over you quickly, trying to examine you.

'I have been better before. My leg hurts and feels a little numb and now can't really lift my head.' You summarised your state just before Chris would have stepped in too.

He looked tired and exhausted, and just at the moment when he saw you a little smile appeared on his lips.

'(Y/N), your awake!' He smiled in relief and laughed a little before taking a few steps closer to you. 'Please, don't try to move yet! If you need anything just let us know! You are not strong enough to put any pressure on your body! Your leg was seriously hurt, and you were asleep for two days, after a long surgery so, please try to relax. ' He said quickly squishing every important information to these few sentences, which just made you speechless. Or maybe it was just the fact that you could see him again, because in your last memory you really thought it would never happen again. This was the moment when it hit you. You just almost died, you were out in the space and most probably thanks to Mark's fast reactions you made back to the ship.

'Dr. Back did everything to save you, and thank god he succeeded, however he didn't get too much sleep since than.' Commander Lewis added, and gave an acknowledging look to Chris. 'Now I leave you with him, l and let him tell you the most important things you need to know, before the others can visit you.' Her tone was calm and kind, trying to keep her calm, before she reached out for your hand to hold it for a second. 'Have some rest!' Her hand left yours and you nodded, smiling a little.

She left the room and left you alone with Chris.

'Chris...' Your voice was shaking, because you were just about to freak out. He stepped right to you reassuringly stroking his thumb over your hand. 'Did I die?' You asked the most dumbest question which ever come to your mind.

'No. You are here. You never died. Mark brought you back real quick, it was a miracle, and by that time all of us was there. We stopped the bleeding, you got oxygen and from that point your life wasn't in danger.' He explained it calmly keeping his fingers on yours.

'Okay... So when can I do things again?' You asked which made him smile in a way that your heart melted. He laughed a bit before started to talk.

'Not tomorrow.' He said jokingly before his tone got serious. 'Look, the wound is very serious in your leg. It needs time to heal and to get stronger, please try to take it seriously...

'Can I see it?' You asked interrupting him half worried half excited. Chris sighed and looked you in the eye.

'No. Maybe the next time I'll clean it. It's not pretty, I'm sorry. I couldn't do more, I'm not a plastic surgeon.' He answered and turned his head to look at your leg and hide the sadness in his eyes.

'Chris... I mean, Beck, you saved my life... I know you tried your best.' You leaned forward trying to look at him. 'You always do!' He let a painful smile run through his lips for a second, before you squished his hand a little.

'Have some rest! You need it, than we can see what can you eat now.' His expression was sad and serious at the same time. He couldn't really save you, not in a way he wanted. He knew how big the scar will be on your leg, and he just wanted to spare you from seeing it until it was possible.

He was holding your hand for some seconds before he left your room.

The days passed really really slow. You weren't allowed to do anything and you couldn't leave your bed. You felt strong enough for that but Chris forbid you to do so. The only positive side of the situation was that you spent more and more time with him. He was monitoring your health, cleaned your wound, started to rehabilitate it and he was also some kind of a psychologist for you.

During the routine checks you were quiet. Simply admiring his utter focused expression, his bright blue eyes, his lips which he firmly pressed together as he was concentrating on his job.

'Is there something on my face, (y/n)?' He asked when he finished and turned to you. His face lit up and a playful smile run through his lips.

You blushed and blinked at him in panic.

'Yes, a little... thing.' You lift your hand to touch the soft skin, pretending to remove the non existing thing from his cheek, however the movement was way to gentle for it. The steel blue eyes were staring at you curiously, observing every expression you made, every movement of your eyes. Your eyes looked into his for a long moment while you were silent and the time seemed to be stopped.

He parted his lips before running his tongue through the dry lips.

'I think we are done for today.' He smiled getting up from your bed. 'Have rest!' He said before leaving your cabin hurried.

It was odd, and you couldn't stop yourself staring at the door. His gaze was so different, for a minute he didn't look at you like a patient, it was way too gentle and curious for it.

Next day you couldn't help it, you had to get out of bed. You had to walk, to look around to get your own food. You were strong enough you knew it. Chris was just too cautious. With these thoughts you got out of your bed alone, for the first time in two weeks, and with shaky legs you started to walk to the common area. Your legs were shaking and you knees went weak more than once in those few meters. You were stupid enough not even bringing your crutches to give you some leverage. It was just because you weren’t use to it, just because you were in bed for so long. You thought however, your wound was just about to beat your pride.The couch was just a couple of steps, you had to get there somehow. You turned and took two weak steps to that direction, but it was too far. Your legs gave in and you were prepared to land on your knees and palm, but it have never happened.

Two warm, strong hands were wrapped around your waist, holding you on your feet.

‘I don’t remember letting you walk alone in the ship, (Y/N).’ You could hear Chris’ voice behind you. You were so screwed. His voice was strict yet soft.

‘I know, I’m sorry.’ You sighed, trying to get back the control above your body, but his arms were still securely wrapped around you. He gently make you turn, facing him, still holding you.

‘I know you are restless, but you have to know that here I can’t do everything in the same way than back on Earth. If something goes wrong, maybe I can’t save you again, maybe it will make your injuries worse, and I couldn’t live with that.’ He said, however his voice was merely more than a whisper. His arms were gently holding you, pressed against his body, his hands gently resting on your back and on your hip, while you held onto his shoulders. His steel blue eyes got filled with concern and they also got a lot softer at the same moment.

‘I’m sorry, I just couldn’t lay there anymore. I started to feel that I’ll never be healthy again if I keep staying in my room forever.’ You said with an apologetic smile, which made his smile turn into a grin. You could feel yourself blushing, as the heat of his body got to yours through your clothes, and he still didn’t let you go.

‘Let’s go to somewhere, than!’ He offered and reached down to your knees to lift you in his arms.

‘Chris! I mean, Beck! It’s not necessary, please put me down!’ You protested, however you doubted he could hear you.

‘First, it is Dr. Beck! Second, I’m okay with you calling me Chris.’ He said and the only reason you could see the small blush appearing on his cheeks was that he was holdig you close in his arms. ‘We have spent a lot of time together lately anyways, and we will, until we arrive home. So, Chris is okay.’ He explained to draw away your attention from his obvious blush, which just got even more visible as he was speaking.

‘Alright, Chris!’ You laughed resting your head on his shoulder. ‘Thank you for taking care of me.’ You whispered while looking into the endless space through the windows of the gym.

‘This is kind of my job!’ He placed you gently next to the window and took place next to you. ‘And I care for you anyways.’ He chuckled running his hand through his hair to cover his face from your eyes.

‘Thank you!’ You laid you head on his shoulder, and quickly passed on the fact that his knee was gently pressing against yours. ‘Thank you for saving my life, for taking care of me, for being cautious instead of me, and for bringing me to my favourite place on this ship.’ You listed quietly letting his fingers brush through your hand, and pulling your fingers into the warm palm of his.

‘You don’t have to thank it to me! I would have done the same if I weren’t the doctor in this ship. You are very important to the team, to this mission, to many many people on the Earth... and to me.’ He breathed softly. His hand reached out and made your head gently turn to face him.

‘Chris...’ You whispered before letting your eyes drop to his plump lips. His hand slid on the side of your face as he leaned closer, gently capturing your lips with his. You sighed and gave him more space, turning to him fully, tilting your head, parting your lips. His kiss was gentle, soft, slowly tasting your lips before his tongue would have slipped into your mouth deepening the kiss. You moaned into the kiss when you could feel his tongue stroking yours, his teeth biting your bottom lip, tenderly sucking on it. The kiss got long, letting you get lost in the sensations, in the closeness of the other one, and the warm touches of your hands wandering in each others hair. His lips left small, soft kisses on yours before leaving it completely.

‘I was so worried about you! When Mark brought you back and I could see you, unconscious, bleeding I was thinking about the worse thing a man could and I tried to use all my remained patience and knowledge to save you as a doctor. It shouldn’t be this way, but I can’t help it. I have wanted to do this to you since too long, since we were back to Earth.’ He confessed, leaving you speechless.

You couldn’t say anything, not now, not to this. You pulled him back to another more passionate kiss, making him straddling your healthy leg, to face you to kis him as deep as he could. Your hands were in the soft brown hair, leaving it messy, while his hands were on your face cupping your cheeks, letting his love pour from his lips onto yours.

‘When I got hit by that asteroid, all I could hear was your voice, and that how worried it was. My last memories are you calling out my name, and me thinking that I’ll never ever be able to see this gorgeous smile of yours.’ You laughed softly before lifting your head to capture his lips again.

‘No, don’t even think about this, you are stuck with this stupid face of mine. Mostly because I couldn’t heal you completely, so now I have to live with the consequences, now I have to be with you.’ He smiled against your lips. ‘Also, I love you, so much and I want to be with you!

You couldn’t believe to your ears, you were beyond happiness.

‘I love you too!’ You grinned looking into the happy blue eyes. The full, warm lips were pressed against to yours, tasting you happily.

When it ended, Chris sat back next to you, wrapping one arm around you, resting his head on you yours, which leaned to his shoulder again. You didn’t say anything for a while just watched the stars in the distance.

Later Chris carried you back to your room, after you fall asleep on his shoulder and for the first time in your space travel he never went back to his bed. He stayed, sharing the narrow bed with you, holding your fragile body close, inhaling your scent deeply, getting lost in the warm feeling of your body against his, finally finding something constant in the infinite of the universe.

#chris beck #sebastian stan #chris beck x reader #space fluff #fluff #space story #the martian #reader insert #request #(y/N)

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Melting Magnets: a Sanubis Fic

One of my old Sanubis fics. Enjoy!

WARNING: Non-descriptive mentions of sex. Brief adult language. Rated high T.

Sadie knew she should have been a smidge more careful with the mission, but honestly, it wasn't like she was trying to release a horde of demons into the Met and collapse from straining her magic. She wasn't sure why Anubis was making such a big deal out of it.

"I'm making a big deal out of it because you were an inch away from dying," he hissed, his gorgeous coffee-colored eyes alight with anger. Really, it wasn't fair that he looked so attractive, even while yelling at her. When she found him in her room so late at night, she hoped he had a different sort of passionate encounter on his mind, but that clearly wasn't going to happen any time soon. "Did you even take a second to consider the consequences of the spell?"

"Alright, I thought you promised to cut the bloody mind-reading shit," she snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what was I supposed to do; let the demons wreak havoc on the rest of Brooklyn? You know I couldn't let that happen."

"I thought you promised to stop being so reckless with your life. You could have let Carter, or Zia, or literally anyone else who was there help you take care of the problem!"

"I know my limits," she shouted, her sapphire eyes glittering dangerously. "I've used ha-di a thousand times! I only passed out for a minute!"

"You've never used it on this large a scale!" Anubis spread his hands wide, clearly getting more and more frustrated. "One of the reasons your father allowed me to stay here with you was so that I could keep you safe. How am I supposed to do that if you keep throwing yourself in the path of danger? I shouldn't have to keep checking the faces of the souls lining up for judgment every time I have to go to the Duat, hoping that you're not one of them!"

"Look, Death Boy, I'm seventeen; I'm not a child anymore! And you're my boyfriend, not my babysitter!"

"Sadie, as much as I wish you weren't, you are still mortal. Every time you over-extend your powers, you come close to death. I cannot watch you kill yourself out of sheer stupidity!" He ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, sighing in frustration. "I'm needed back at the Hall of Judgment. I trust you can manage to not die in the time I'm gone."

She let out a gasp of indignation as he pushed the air in front of him, creating a doorway of darkness.

"Fuck you!" she shouted at his back as he stepped through the portal, angrily tugging at the red streak in her blonde hair. Then she turned and screamed into her pillow.

"Woah, someone had a rough night," Jaz joked as Sadie walked into the infirmary. Zia, bandaging a burn on one of the anklebiters, chuckled quietly before freeing her charge. "Let me get you an energy potion. How was he?"

Sadie supposed Jaz had the right to make assumptions. Her makeup was smudged, her hair was a tangled mess, and she probably looked like she didn't get any sleep the night before (which was true). She was lucky it was Saturday—she was definitely not in the mood to deal with Drew and the rest of the Plastic BAGs.

"Nothing happened," Sadie grumbled, accepting the potion Jaz handed to her. "We got into a bloody fight about the mission. I don't know why Anubis got so upset—I've had way closer calls before!"

Jaz looked up from putting gauze back on the infirmary shelf and quirked a perfectly shaped blonde eyebrow. Zia narrowed her amber eyes.

"Fine," Sadie sighed, sinking onto one of the infirmary beds. "I get it. He just doesn't want to see me hurt, blah, blah, blah. What should I do?"

"I would just apologize," Zia suggested, sitting down on the bed across from her. "If I'm being totally honest, you were a tiny bit reckless last night."

"Yeah, yeah, I should have let everyone help me instead of panicking," she said, crossing her arms. "No one realized how many demons there were at the museum. I thought I could handle it."

"Well, at least you realize what you did wrong," Jaz mentioned. "You and Anubis get into little fights all the time. Just handle it like the ones before."

"Yeah, but before, we would just make out before it got too intense," Sadie said, collapsing back onto the bed. "This is the first one where he actually left."

Zia sighed. "Look, the only experience I have in relationships is with your brother—"

"Which is why I don't exactly trust your judgment when it comes to romance."

"But anyone can see that you two have a huge, magnetic attraction," Zia continued. "I know I didn't approve of you and Anubis at the beginning, but he definitely cares for you. You've been together for four years. He won't be gone for long."

"Whenever he comes back from his hissy fit, just kiss and make up," Jaz maintained, flipping back her curly blonde ponytail and moving over to where Sadie was sitting. "Whenever Walt and I have a fight, we always try to get it out of the way as soon as possible."

"Alright, fine," Sadie reluctantly agreed, running her hand through her red-streaked hair. "I won't make any promises—I'm still pissed off about it. Now I'm going to go teach my divine words class on no sleep. This will be marvelous."

"As the closest thing we have to a doctor, I'm going to recommend you don't do any intense magic today," Jaz said, crossing her arms. "Just go get something to eat and take a nap—you need to restore your energy levels."

"I'll cover your class," Zia added, playing with a fire amulet around her neck.

"Thanks, you guys." Sadie chugged the rest of the energy potion. "I'll tell you how it goes."

"Oh, and Sadie?" Zia called after her. "You might want to clean yourself up a bit. It's hard to feel better when you, ah, don't look your best."

"And if everything does go well with Anubis tonight, remember to use protection!" Jas shouted after her.

Sadie flipped a certain finger at them before walking away. Honestly, she needed better friends.

She collapsed on her bed, still in her combat books, red tank, and black jeans from earlier, and groaned. It seemed that, as per usual, nothing in Brooklyn House would wait for her romantic issues to be resolved. After being quite rudely awakened from her nap by her brother, she was forced to answer the questions of some moronic old magicians in the First Nome, deal with what Felix aptly named an "Ice-pocalypse," reprimand Felix for using his powers in the dining room, apologize to Felix for making him sob, and confiscate one of Walt's lion amulets from the anklebiters. What's more, that bloody-minded Jackal Boy hadn't shown up since the fight, and she was getting more and more irritated by the minute.

Sadie was debating whether or not she was recovered enough to use ha-di on him when a knock sounded from her door. She muttered some choice words under her breath as she heaved herself up and stomped over to answer it.

"Carter, I swear to all the gods of Egypt, if those old gits have another question, I will—" She stopped abruptly when she realized it was not, in fact, her brother standing at the door.

Anubis stood in the hallway, looking as attractive as ever in his skinny black jeans, white T-shirt, and classic leather jacket. His hair was perfectly rumpled in his typical just-had-amazing-sex fashion, and he had a stupid little half-smirk on his gorgeous face.

"Lady Kane," he said, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Oh, no," she huffed, narrowing her black-rimmed eyes. "You do not get to leave me in the middle of a fight, show up an entire twenty-four hours later unannounced, and go all Lady Kane on me, expecting me to drop my panties and forget everything."

He sighed through his nose, tilting his head to the side. "May I come in?"

Sadie crossed her arms over her chest. "What, so you can give me another lecture about being responsible? I get it, Death Boy. I wouldn't have used the spell if there wasn't another option, and if you think I'm just going to pretend that there was anything else I could have done—"

"By Osiris' Kingdom, you are so infuriating sometimes," he interrupted, sounding exasperated, before leaning in and locking their lips together, hard. She rolled her eyes and kissed back, tangling her hands in his hair and deepening the kiss. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him.

"Are you going to let me in now?" he asked after a few moments, his eyes smoldering.

"Oh, shut up," Sadie snapped, grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him into her room. She shoved off his jacket and resumed snogging him thoroughly, slipping her hands under his shirt, grazing her knuckles against his toned stomach and bringing him even closer to her.

He growled low in his throat. The next thing she knew, Anubis had lifted her up and pressed her against the wall by her bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started kissing down her neck. She had almost forgotten how strong he was—being the god of funerals really gave him an unfair advantage. As she busied herself with undoing his belt, the way he pushed her shoulders back with his forearm as he grazed his hands across her chest was almost painful. Unwillingly, she let out a tiny gasp of discomfort.

Anubis pulled back, his eyes widening. His hair was now a tangled mess, and he looked a bit dazed. "Did I…Did I hurt you?"

"I'm fine," Sadie muttered, glancing down and dropping her feet to the floor. "Just get back here."

He looked at her quietly for a moment, his head cocked to the side, before leaning back in with a decidedly gentler kiss. The clothing that separated them started to slowly came off until there were no barriers between them, and the sound of their heavy breathing blocked out all other noises.

When it was over, they lay tangled in the sheets of her bed, her bare back against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder.

"I apologize for last night," Anubis said quietly, stroking her hair softly. "I… I wouldn't be able to bear it if anything happened to you. I overreacted, and I'm sorry for that."

"It's alright," she whispered, turning over to face him. "I overreacted as well. I'll attempt to be more careful."

He pressed another kiss to her forehead. "I trust your judgment. Until you get granted immortality, I will attempt to not panic."

Sadie snorted lightly and closed her eyes, snuggling closer into his warmth. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Jackal-Head. That's a while into the future."

"I know," he whispered softly, as her breathing mellowed out. "I love you."

"Mm-hmm," she said sleepily. He might have said something else, but she was already asleep.

#sanubis #tkc #the kane chronicles #sanubis fanfiction #fanfiction #sadie kane #anubis

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True Colors

This is the third chapter, hope you like it :3

P.S This is I guess a better chapter. After this chapter, I can get started with the actual story. This is a story I made Wattpad and AO3. Thats why i can easily publish them! Enjoy!

"Well, let's see what gender it becomes." She said, looking as the ground grows a bit. They can see a tiny bulb on the ground. The upcoming parents smile at their creation. ~Previously

The queen has gotten into the gift of things, scheduling meetings on time, having time for branch, and occasionally checking on the pod. The wedding was only days away, everything was going right. However, they've been having problems with Ferret attacks.

A Ferret: a domesticated polecat kept as a pet or used, especially in Europe, for catching rabbits. It is typically albino or brown. However, they still haven't checked out the buildings in the distance, but they have a feeling that's where it's coming from. They're letting their ferrets loose and they come to chase the trolls and attack the bergens legs. They're like little rats that will eat anything that can fit in their mouth, in this case, Trolls. Because of this, Branch is over protective of his pod.

It was only one day before the wedding, and to stop any interruptions, they build the walls a bit higher and that locked the gates and doors very tight so they won't be able to just break in. Branch had got them new clothes, as Satin and Chenille worked in the wedding dress and suits. He didn't ask for much, but he wanted it to be....special.

What does Branch do you may ask? He doesn't just sit around and wait for poppy to get home, he actually does things. He takes care of the bunker, helps out with the kids if Poppy isn't able to be there, he also does some requests, by listening to his future subjects and finding out how to help. It's just a coincidence when Branch gets home before Poppy does.

Branch went in to pick up his suit as he is not allowed to see Poppy's dress before the wedding. They gave him a black and white suit, the bowtie was blue and so was the buttons that ran across it. He had a pocket, that was located on his chest area, with a cute fake blue flower coming out of it.

"Thank you, I love it." He said with a smile as he looked at the twins.

"Awww, that was so sweet-" Satin started, "Of you to say, Branch" Chenille finished. "You're welcome!" They both said in harmony.

It was the day, for both lovers to finally get married and live together once and for all. Branch was, of course, nervous and paranoid of the whole thing. He waits in a room for a bit until he can calm. He had Biggie, Diamond Guy, and Cooper with him to calm him down.

"Easy, Branch, Easy...breathe in...then breathe out. It's your lucky day! Be happy!" Biggie encouraged Branch.

"Y-Your right, I should stay calm." He said, calming down.

"It's a once and a lifetime thing. You're marrying the one you had a crush on for ye-e-ars" Diamond Guy said, auto tuning 'Years'.

"I guess your right, I never thought this would be happening" he said, calming a bit more.

"Does that mean you'll be King Branch if everything goes right?" Cooper asked, and then Branch panicked when he said '....if everything goes right'.

Meanwhile, Poppy had her dress on. It was the stereotypical white dress, and had the face cover. It was very long, but she didn't mind. The one thing she hated was that she had to wear high-heels. She couldn't walk in these! She was gonna be so embarrassed when she trips! She starts panicking at this. She had Satin, Chenille, Suki, and Smidge there to calm her down.

"It'll be okay!-" Satin started, "We'll help you get used to them!" Chenille finished, looking at the panicked Queen.

"I-I don't have much time!" She said, as she sits down and runs her hand through her hair.

"Calm down Poppy, if you cooperate with us, we can get you used to it quicker than you think!" Suki comforted, hoping she'd calm and take the offer.

"Sitting down and panicking is waisting valuable time we could be using to help you" Smidge said to her, and she calmed.

"Y-You're right, I'm waisting time. Let's go do this" she said as she stands wobbly, and they help her balance and teach her how to walk in high-heels comfortably.

After some hours, they finally start. Everyone sits down and goes quiet, as the music starts playing. Branch breathes in and out and calmly waits for his bride. Poppy was still kind of panicking, listing out all the possible things that could go wrong like Branch would do.....Branch is really starting to rub off on her.

She starts walking, and cautiously walk, not wanting to make a mis-step because of her high-heels. She climbed up the small stairs, and didn't fall! She was so relieved when she could stop walking and looked at Branch and he looked back. A dark purple blush creeped up on Branch's face, but also a huge smile. Poppy's face also flushed red, but a even bigger smile did also.

"We are gathered together on this beautiful afternoon to share with Queen Poppy and Prince Branch as they exchange vows of their everlasting love." The Priest started.

"Who gives this woman to be married to this man?" He asked.

"I did" King Peppy places Poppy's hand in Branch's hand and is seated.

"As Queen Poppy and Prince Branch take their vows today, we are privileged to witness the joyous love of a new family -- a family that will be nourished and nurtured through the devotion of two separate individuals growing together through the common bonds of love. May their marriage bring them the peace, joy, comfort and contentment that is known in the hearts of all God's children. And may Prince Branch and Queen Poppy both look forward to each new season of their marriage --- just as the world looks forward to each new season of the year. For all seasons bring with them their own special moments and memories. An essential requirement of a good marriage is a strong bond of real friendship and trust. Queen Poppy and Prince Branch, your love for each other will grow deeper with every passing day, but it's important to remember that your love stands on a foundation of genuine, mutual affection and respect for each other. To truly LOVE another person is to be willing to accept both their strong points, and their weak points, with equal measures of understanding and respect. The vows you are about to exchange, will serve as a verbal representation of the non-verbal emotions that are as real as any thing that can be seen, heard or touched. For it is not the words that you will speak today that will bond you together as one --- but the strength of the love and commitment found deep within your souls." The priest finished, and looked around for a sec.

"Let us pray . . ." The Priest said as everyone bows their head.

"At this time, I'll ask you, Branch, and you, Poppy, to face each other & take each other's hands." The Priest said.

Branch gently and tenderly takes Poppy's hands, as she gently holds back. The smile of both happy Trolls grows even bigger if that was possible at this point.

"Prince Branch, will you take Queen Poppy to be your wife, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish her friendship and love her today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor her, laugh with her and cry with her? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" The Priest said as looked up as everyone else did.

Branch answers, "I will" looking into her eyes.

"Queen Poppy, will you take Prince Branch to be your husband, your partner in life and your one true love? Will you cherish his friendship and love him today, tomorrow and forever? Will you trust and honor him, laugh with him and cry with him? Will you be faithful through good times and bad, in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" The priest repeated.

Queen Poppy answers, "I will" and she looked back into eyes.

"You may kiss the Bride." The Priest said and took one step back.

Branch calmly and slowly, not panicking like he was before; removed the face cover so he can perfectly see the beautiful and kind face of his pink queen. The two kiss, sharing a tender kiss. Then there was clapping and some cheering. After the kiss, Poppy yells:

"LETS PARTY!" And everyone gets up and throws their hats up and cheer as everyone goes to get cake and party.

(A/N: I've never been at a marriage or have been in one. So sorry if all of this is wrong >~<)

Branch chuckles, "My Poppy." he said and she looked back at him with a smile. They share another private kiss before following everyone else.

They have an after-wedding party, where all the cake was shared, and the snacks and drinks where all gone. The place was a mess, and then King Peppy told them that it's time. They all go on top of the largest mushroom as everyone gathers around to hear the announcement.

"After the wedding, Prince Branch shall not be a Prince anymore. Today, he shall be a King. Branch, would you take this crown as your honor?" King Peppy said as he turned to his son-in-law. Branch goes on one knee and lowers his head.

"I shall" he said, and waits for him to continue.

"We shall now celebrate, Branch, the new King of The Troll tree and founder helper of Bergen Town!" He said as everyone jumped and cheered as the crown was placed on his head. He stands back up and Poppy and Branch holds hands and waves as everyone cheered.

"S-Sorry to interrupt!" Poppy's and Branch's Pod sitter said as she ran up stage.

"What is it?" Branch asked, concerned.

"Y-Your Pod is hatching!" They said, out of breath. Everyone goes wide-eyed as Branch and Poppy race to their pod.

Everyone runs after, wanting to see the birth of the new prince/princess. Some of them went to check in their own pods to see if it's hatching. They reach the spot where the fully grown pod glowed and the ground was shaking slightly. The pod grew up, and then bends over in a table level. Then the petals slowly go down to reveal the Trolling inside as everyone watched curiously. The doctor Troll went over to make sure the baby was a live and well. The smile and look at Poppy and Branch and handed them their baby...or should I say....babies? having Poppy be the first to hold it.

"It's twins! A boy and a girl" the doctor said to them with a smile.

The first baby ran with the colors like their seed had. He had purple skin, almost the color of Creeks skin, just a bit lighter. They had a dark blue nose, with blue hair at the bottom and slowly dark to light pink heading to the top. It was combined like Creek's or the twins hair with the multi-colored hair. He had Branch's ears but Poppy's head. The baby had Branches canines, and when it opened its eyes, he had a purple colored eye, and a blue colored eye. He was fairly small and was cute as everyone 'awww'ed. The second baby was exactly the same, but the eyes where different. The boy had a purple left eye and a blue right eye. She had a blue left eye and a purple right eye.

"What should we name them?" Branch asked Poppy.

"I did say it was a gender-fluid name. So let's call him Iris. Prince Iris, and I'll let you name the girl." she said with a huge smile as Branch kissed her cheek.

"Her name can be Ivy, Princess Ivy" he said with a huge smiled and she kissed his cheek

"Wanna hold one?" She asked him as he nodded. He held tiny Ivy, as she was the size of one of Branch's huge hands.

Everyone started to go check in their pods as they started to head home. But before they did, they wanted to see if any of the snack packs had a Trolling. They first spotted the twins; their pods just opened. The doctors checked on them before giving them to their parents.

"They're both girls" they said with a smile.

"Imma name mines Maybelle" Satin said, "and mines Erica" Chenille said.

Maybelle had the colors of her mother, but white hair and blue eye. The had a birth mark on her cheek, and she has very much rounded ears. Erica ran with the colors of her mother, but a bit darker and her hair scheme went with white and orange for some reason. The two smiled and the go onto the next friend they spotted, that was Guy Diamond. His was already born.

"What gender is it?" Poppy asked him.

"This is Sparkle, she's a girl" he said with a smile.

She was green, and had green sparkles. Her eyes was like her fathers, and she was very sparkly. They head to the next that they spotted, with was Suki.

"So, who's this fellow?" Branched asked her.

"This is my son, Sebastian" she said and she played with his hair.

He had normal orange hair and looked just like his mother. It was like you couldn't tell them apart except the fact that he had a huge birth mark on his back.

"What are you doing with his hair?" Poppy asked her as she noticed her playing with his hair.

"Dreading it" she said, "so he can have dreads" she finished and continued to dread his hair. The both shared a chuckle.

"Then how are we gonna tell one from another?" Branch joked, knowing the answer to that.

"One sounds feminine and one sounds masculine" she said and giggled as the two left and she waved them goodbye.

They found Biggie, and he held his baby. It was bigger than all the others, meaning it was a giant troll like their father.

"Mind if we ask who that is?" Branches asked, kinda getting tired of saying that.

"This is Baby, I called her that cause she's my Baby" Biggie said with a smile. Branch kinda wasn't so surprised with Biggie's lack of creative names. I mean, who calls their pet Mr. Dinkles?!

"She is a big one, probably gonna be a touch girl" Poppy said, looking at the size of Baby.

"I hope she is" he replied.

She was only a bit bigger than Mr. Dinkles. She was all purple, with an orange nose. She had Pink eyes, and almost no hair, but she did have hair that was pink. The wave and leave, while walking to see if Cooper or Smidge had a child, Branch said,

"Can you ask them? I'm getting tired of saying that over and over again" he said to his wife.

"Okay, fine. Never thought you could be so lazy" she joked and kept walking.

Branch mutters under this breath, "Lazy? I'm not lazy....of course not"

Poppy heard him and giggled as they found the small Troll herself, Smidge. But man, has her baby tiny. You would have to squint a bit to focus on the baby.

"Awww! It's so small!" Poppy squeals, and Branch held the sleeping twins just in case she does something.

"Thanks, this is my son. Smurf" she said to them.

"Smurf? Why did you name him that?" Poppy questioned.

"Have you seen how he looks like?!" Smidge said, making Poppy hold him.

He was all light blue with blue eyes and his hair red.....he looked like papa smurf........that explains his name.....very self-explanatory......

"I see what you mean" she said as she gave Smurf back.

The two go to find Cooper, who was in a circle, and cuddling something in a soft pile of cotton.

"Did you had a Trolling?" She asked him and walked over. He moves his head up to look at them, it revealed a baby.

"Who's that little Animal Troll?" Poppy asked in a cute baby voice.

"This is Trooper, my boy" he said quickly, "now shhh! He's asleep!" He said in a kinda whispered voice and laid his head down.

Trooper looked like a bandit. His stripes where white and his main color was black. His legs were grey, and had an Afro instead of dreads like Cooper. His Afro was red, he got the red color from his father and he had the eyes of his father. The two smile and leaves so they can rest. They go home and puts the Troll twins a soft bed together. They provide body heat for each other, and Branch puts a cover over them. But Poppy insisted that they should make the twins sleep with them, since it would be more safe and they can hold them. Branch was kinda not for the idea because of the fact that Poppy moves on her sleep, but if it was for safety, he'd do it.

He picks both up in the blanket and lay them on the now soft bed gently. He laid on the left side while she laid on the right. The two small Trollings slept in the middle of their loving parents. Prince Branch became King Branch, and Queen Poppy got to have a party. The best thing about this day was that the Trollings had been birthed into this lovely world. Poppy couldn't wait until they were older so she can actually do something with them! Branch didn't on the other hand.

#Broppy #Branch #Poppy #Branch x Poppy

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Mar 6 Lost Light Stream - Transformers Prime: Predacons Rising

At last, it’s over. Prowl spent the evening on hand-holding duty. Magnus showed up; Prowl asked if he had any progress on Tyrest, and Magnus said no.

Missed the start.

Rodimus: ((lol Rodimus: ((rodimus does love star wars FakeProwl: *surveys the room, then claims his usual spot next to Slendy's other side* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods to both allies and tries to make himself as comfortable as possible.* Rodimus: So---- what one you guys on? FakeProwl: ((roddy your music is very very quiet and your skype alerts are loud)) Bruin: (is the screen black ??) ItsyBitsySpyers: *And, yes, there is a small scorch mark by the left knee.* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[We are on the final documentary tape - the last assault.]] FakeProwl: ((thank)) Txen: *could repair that* Shockbox: *Notes to himself that he'll have to catch up on the others later.* Shockbox: *Surely he won't be missing that much context....?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Could also, BUT wouldn't say no if the offer is made later.* Txen: *Darksteel is visibly excited, though his tails length makes wagging into more of a full-hindquarters affair* Whirl: ((dinner is acquired at last)) Whirl: *crosses his legs, spreads his arms over the back of his couch, and looks between his companions* Sup, you two? Rodimus: *passes a snack up to lazerbeak before pulling out his datapad to flip video files frown a slight frown on his face* Whirl: I'd offer you the use of my footstool but he won't be able to make it tonight, I don't think. Your feet are ontheir own. Txen: DS: *hops in place in a way that shakes the ground slightly* Tonight's the night! My BIG DEBYOO... Rodimus: I need one more song until im ready then. Airachnd: [a shrug] Nothing too exciting on my side of the multiverse. FakeProwl: *notices that tiny scorch* Sorida changed their nickname to Bee. Bee changed their nickname to Bee. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy bops Darksteel on one shoulder.* \\YO. IT'S GETTIN' REAL TALL IN HERE. MIND?\\ In other words, can he sit on Darksteel for a better view. Rodimus: *seriously doubts the deck would be bounced* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak chitters happily and noms the HECK outta that snack* Txen: Darksteel: Huh? *looks left, then right, then down* Oh! Sure thing, guy. Sorida: [gonna just slide in] Txen: ((not bounced. still makes vibrations)) Sorida changed their nickname to Bumblebee. Rodimus: ((dont upset the science deck =) ItsyBitsySpyers: //Eh. Been worse.// That's all Rumble will say about that. Deflection time. //Where's Chill?// Whirl: Same. *shrugs, this is a huge lie, since Whirl has, since the last time he saw her, met some mechs to arrange a secret and very illegal operation, but shh nobody needs to know* Txen: DS: *dips one shoulder so it's easier to clamber on* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy scrambles up Darksteel with a FRAG YEAH and gets comfy. Soundwave nods to Bee.* Whirl: *he will very subtly nudge Rumble in unspoken acknowledgement; it's an imporvement, he supposes* He's ill. Something to do with those greyfaces, poor guy. Airachnd: [she has plans too,and how legal it is, well, it's quite questionable] Smokescreen: :O did I actually come on time this time?? Bruin: *Specter has decide its time to be tall as well and is going to kick Spotter off Bruin's helm with a squawk* Airachnd: Yes. Sorida: (( c'mon livestream do the thing )) Whirl: I offered to help the best way I know how--which is to say, I got him blackout drunk for a period of time. It's a tried and true cure for most ailments. Airachnd: rip)) Rodimus: It seem so Smokey Sorida changed their nickname to Bumblebee. Smokescreen: Whoa. That's pretty rare! Also Rodimus Rodimusrodimus- /He's going to go over to see if he can sit with Rodimus!/ Rodimus: get out and come back in fashionably late! *grins* Bumblebee changed their nickname to Bumblebee. Txen: DS: *is pretty spiky, but he's also broad. there's probably a comfy spot between his wings* Smokescreen: Haha- I'm a trendsetter! Coming in on time! Bumblebee: [nods back at Soundwave] Rodimus: *you can join him but rodimus has his feet on the seat and but on the back of the couch* Bumblebee: Proud of you, Smokey. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Frag greyfaces,// Rumble says while Laserbeak laughs at poor Spotter. ItsyBitsySpyers: *And Frenzy's pretty spiky himself, so he doesn't really mind. Good thing he's smallish.* Whirl: They're usually more trouble than they're worth. Being turned into a bird WAS fun, though. Smokescreen: Aww, thanks, Beepbee. Whirl: *swivels his helm around to look at DS and SL* So, this is when you two chuckleheads finally show up? Rodimus: ((who is da bee? Smokescreen: /Smokescreen's gonna try sitting like Rodimus here! It looks cool to him, at least./ ItsyBitsySpyers: ((radioactivibee, yeah?)) Bumblebee: (( radioactivibee ^-^ )) Txen: Skylynx: Unfortunatel-- Shockbox: *Ah, it is starting!* Txen: Darksteel: *interrupts* YOU KNOW IT. Smokescreen: :OO It's starting! Bumblebee: (( ALSO did not realize like, hasbro studios is in Pawtucket, RI )) Whirl: *snickers* Smokescreen: ((oh yep Rodimus: Were is their NAILs? ItsyBitsySpyers: *All right. He can do this. He doesn't have memories of this. Only recordings. Long, slow vent.* Starscream: *slides in quietly* Bumblebee: ...A NAIL? Txen: ((the budget ate them roddy)) Whirl: Probably where they belong--scattered all around the galaxy. Rodimus: Thats a patchic sized gather Optimus... Airachnd: Non affiliated indigionous lifeform. Rodimus: I meant to ask-- your Cybertron not call everyone back? Smokescreen: ... Yeah, Optimus never made that speech here. Bumblebee: We did after this. Starscream: Why do they have a statue of him? boomtank: . . . Whirl: Non affiliated pains in the aft, more like it. Bumblebee: We were kinda the first back and we were about to send out the signal when this scrap happened. Airachnd: Because he ordered it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks at Shockwave. Questions will mostly be his to answer tonight.* Whirl: Oh, THIS nimrod again... Smokescreen: That's Kaon! That was like. Megatron's house basically ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Starscream a polite greeting.* Bumblebee: Yeah. And surprisingly, really well maintained compared to the other city states. Airachnd: He SIEZED Kaon. Smokescreen: ..... wait ONCE flowed through his veins? so like. if you ever have dark energon you can't... Txen: *nods at Smokescreen's explanation* The statue was erected prior to our final exodus. Bumblebee: He seized a lot of things, ok? Starscream: But shouldn't they... get rid of it or something? FakeProwl: *oh. that's unicron. prowl is probably going to be on hand-holding duty tonight.* Airachnd: It was never really his, he took it. Bruin: (i forgot unicron was so damn Irish)) Bumblebee: Oh just wait. Airachnd: [she's trying to ignore what's on screen] Starscream: hahaha serves him right Smokescreen: ...... boomtank: Oh....uh...yeahno Bumblebee: ...So that's what happened. Whirl: So... the lesson here is. Don't just destroy Unicron's BODY. Whirl: You need something that'll kill his, er, "soul," as it were, too. Bumblebee: Pay up Smokey, I didn't fragging miss his spark.. Smokescreen: ... Yeah, this isn't my universe, at least. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes.]] Txen: ((squints at chat lag.... are my posts even showing up)) Whirl: Have we figured out how to do that yet? *swivels his helm to look between Soundwave and Shockwave* Smokescreen: Okay, okay, sorry, Bee! FakeProwl: ((that one did)) Bumblebee: [slightly salty that nobody acknowledges the rank change] ItsyBitsySpyers: ((one did earlier txen)) Bumblebee: (( nah i got lag too )) Smokescreen: oh primus I'm embarrassing in every universe Rodimus: I party----- Starscream: ((me too Airachnd: Yes, you are. FakeProwl: ((errybody laggin)) Whirl: Of COURSE he is gonna run off. Bumblebee: We can sit together in mutual embarrassment. Whirl: That's what Optimus does BEST. Bumblebee: Speeches? Bumblebee: Leadership? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Only in some timelines, Whirl.]] There are still so many he doesn't know how to stop. Whirl: No, running away from his problems. Txen: *to Whirl* Primal energies are antithetical to his essence and provide a partial solution, under the right circumstances. Bumblebee: Literally everything and anything requiring an iota of responsibility? Whirl: And then swooping back in and swanning around like he never left. Airachnd: Droning on? Smokescreen: ... Oh. Oh yeah-- I learned about this pretty recently- wait, the matrix can lead to it...? Bumblebee: ... Starscream: ugh, OP speeches, annoying in every verse Bumblebee: Apparently? No idea how it works. Smokescreen: Sounds sounds do you think these universes are the same on something like that? Rodimus: I'll navigate YOUR deep space, Optimus. Bumblebee: ... Smokescreen: ...... Starscream: hahaha Rodimus: *yawns and stretches* Bumblebee: why Smokescreen: RODIMUS NO Airachnd: No. Txen: ((so does this mean that to robots, irish accents are like. the accent of the devil)) Smokescreen: I need to make sure Megatron never dies ItsyBitsySpyers: *Hold it together. Megatron is dead. Separated. Devoured. He cannot be reanimated.* Rodimus: No what? Starscream: torture him more! Bumblebee: (( IMAGINE IF THEY WATCHED JACKSEPTICEYE )) Starscream: Go back! FakeProwl: *hey this likes the kind of thing Soundwave really wouldn't like. knuckle nudges hand?* Whirl: So, in theory, the best weapon against unicron is life. Well. Praise Heqet, I guess. Txen: ((robots only get irish accents if you're born and raised on the devil hisself)) Airachnd: Or, you know, throw his body into the nearest star and make sure his body melts completely. FakeProwl: *BULKHEAD IS A TERRIBLE FOREMAN AND PROWL IS JUDGING HIM.* Bumblebee: I like that idea, Airachnid. At least, to mine. ItsyBitsySpyers: *He was going to try to last without it but now that it's there he will take the Pit out of that hand.* FakeProwl: *HE HAS 2+ MONTHS OF EXPERIENCE, HE CAN JUDGE.* Smokescreen: shockwave more like shockbabe Bumblebee: smokey no Airachnd: Smokescreen. Txen: *Shockwave is here, Smokescreen* Airachnd: Stop. Smokescreen: ... This is kinda... Smokescreen: I'm sorry, what was that, Spidey? Maybe Babewave would work? Shockbox: *visibly reacts to 'shockbabe', but does not press on it.* Txen: *youll get used to it, alternate. just ignore them* Airachnd: Stop Rodimus: Barawave Bumblebee: Smokescreen...why? Whirl: I know that face! Txen: DS: *POUNDS ON FLOOR* FakeProwl: ((i keep forgetting their accents)) Smokescreen: Bee it's bugging Spidey! How about... Cuddlewave? Or is that a Soundwave nickname Txen: DS: ITS US!! *shakes skylynx* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He does not know if the Matrix hears the call of the AllSpark. Prowl was the one who first tracked it.]] Bumblebee: Looking back...this feels really unnecessary. Smokescreen: :OOO I WANNA WRESTLE LIKE THIS but preferably with less chance of dying Rodimus: Hm? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy whoops in delight. His chair pal is a badass.* Whirl: Pfft, you think? Bumblebee: Primus, Smokey... Airachnd: [she enjoys Smokescreen getting smacked around though] Smokescreen: ... Oh. Do you think someone could use the matrix to find it without having to- you know. Whirl: *is probably enjoying watching Ultra Magnus get his butt whooped than he shold* Smokescreen: HEE still pretty awesome here though! Bumblebee: Ok, now I'm really happy you have that thing. Rodimus: Shag the matrix permenetally? Bumblebee: Weird storage pockets and all. Smokescreen: wait do what with the matrix Txen: DS: *stops to think a second* ...Yeah, it might've been unnecessary, but it was -also- pretty fun? Bumblebee: whY ARE WE FRAGGING THE MATRIX?? Rodimus: What you need found? Smokescreen: I'M NOT FRAGGING THE MATRIX- the allspark! Txen: *RUDE BEE* Bumblebee: [looks at Darksteeel] I meant mostly on our side but... Smokescreen: shockwave's parenting Smokescreen: wait wait where FakeProwl: *sees no reason why cloning something doesn't result in the product of "new life."* Whirl: Pfft. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Agrees.* Txen: Shockwave: I am not a parent. Smokescreen: Momwave! Bumblebee: Look, science isn't my area of expertise, ok? Rodimus: *head tilt* Yeah i most likely could look for it--- why you guys lost yours? Airachnd: So, that's where it was. Whirl: The only parents in the room are the preds. *pauses* I think. Bumblebee: Now you are, Shockwave. You created life from bones, you now have offspring. Airachnd: Anyone with optics could have seen that Bug. Txen: *though its true the two predacons were very young and rowdy at the time. violence was basically their idea of playing* Smokescreen: wait that means shockwave's a grandpa! Smokescreen: Well- I think it's similar here too Txen: Shockwave: Clones are not the same thing as offspring. Bumblebee: Grandpawave Smokescreen: ... really bee Bumblebee: ...l o o k Airachnd: Is...? Really? Smokescreen: Grandpa science! Whirl: Your Highness. Pfft. Really. Bumblebee: I-It worked, didn't it? I mean, that had like, a 4% chance of working, but it did. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Listening to Rodimus' offer to find an AllSpark. Good distraction.* FakeProwl: Seventeen percent. Txen: Predaking: *it was the flattery as much as it was him not knowing much about tech yet* Bumblebee: PredaKING. I wasn't gonna risk him plowing me into the ground... Txen: Predaking: *has a ...dislike for stabby sticks* Shockbox: *Listening to this 'parenting' conversation with some very slight amusement.* Bumblebee: Wait, really? 17%? That's a lot better than I thought. Rodimus: *side eyes bee* You sure you need into that kinda thing? Bumblebee: Need what? Rodimus: ((need = not Airachnd: [is glad she didn't have to deal with this on her Cybertron] FakeProwl: Seventeen's not good. But, yes, technically speaking, it IS higher than four. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble mumbles a "Heh" at that side eye and comment* Txen: Shockwave: *ugh. dont call him that, Starscream. especially not in that -voice- of yours* Starscream: When do we get to see more Megatron torture? That was fun to watch. Smokescreen: .... starscream is kinda. awful ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Soon. Too soon.]] Smokescreen: guuhghhhhhhh why is starscream Whirl: Oh, please tell me someone kicks his sh it in. Txen: Skylynx: A g r e e d. Airachnd: He is. Bumblebee: I mean, I had a 5% chance of surviving Tyger Pax, so 17% is a blessing. FakeProwl: There's no relation between the two situations. 17% is low. Bumblebee: ...past me, why didn't we just start here? Bumblebee: Low, but not impossible! Whirl: Oh god, more of this. Whirl: Nothing gives me more secondhand embarrassment than watching that clod try to fly. Buzzstrike: ...wish you'd had time to check the basements Rodimus: *chucklesto himself whirl will like Starscream's ending* Airachnd: Ugh. Smokescreen: ..... ive done this exactly Txen: Shockwave: Factually inaccurate. If you are 'too close to turn back' then you are too close to escape after retrieving the target. Bumblebee: [snorts] ItsyBitsySpyers: *Okay. Well. He got this far without seeking a hand himself, and without taking a second. He'll just. Search the other one out now.* Bumblebee: Still proud of you, Smokey. Smokescreen: Megatron's throne is pretty cozy! Ridiculous, but cozy. Whirl: *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING* Smokescreen: ... bee how Txen: Shockwave: *lets those lil fingers slip right in there between his* Bumblebee: Really? It reminds me of the Iron Throne and THAT looks like the most uncomfortable seat ever. Airachnd: [cringes] Whirl: He looks--R-RIDICULOUS! Bumblebee: I DIDN'T MISS OK?! boomtank: ........ Rodimus: I keep forgetting this universe is one of THOSE universes. Smokescreen: his eyebrows though Whirl: He looks like a walking RUST HEAP Smokescreen: It's more comfy than you'd expect! Like, the actual seat part isn't too bad! Starscream: I don't want to hear talking, I want to see him in pain Txen: Skylynx: A downgrade, -thats- for sure. Bumblebee: Smokey, I still vote we put tennis balls on Megatron's pointy bits. Txen: Skylynx: Even for a biped. Airachnd: A downgrade, in every since of the word. Bumblebee: You could, you know, say my fragging n a m e. Starscream: torture him! Airachnd: *sense Starscream: :( Shockbox: *He would look upon this hand holding with suspicion...were it not that the others so large, rendering him unable to wittness it.* Smokescreen: Definitely! We can soften him up some- boomtank: That's...a lot of firepower Whirl: So far it's just been fancier guns and bombs than the usual. It's not exactly CREATIVE... but I think I've been spoiled. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[All that he wills.]] Starscream: He failed Unicron, they got away. Torture him! Txen: *theyve done more suspicious things than hold a hand* Smokescreen: optimus please be safe Smokescreen: I swear he better not get hurt in this! Bumblebee: ... Bumblebee: No but um... Bumblebee: You'll know when to look away. Smokescreen: what Whirl: What a surprise, here he goes running back. And let me guess--he's gonna assume his old role like he DIDN'T abandon everyone. Smokescreen: .... who hurts him I'll fight them I swear Bumblebee: Don't worry about it - hey look, Unicron! Whirl: That's the OP we all know and love. *dryly* FakeProwl: ((I got kicked offline and lost a chunck of text)) Airachnd: You heard the Bug. Shockbox: *He has been a preoccupied mech. He might have missed a few tells.* Txen: ((what even are those)) FakeProwl: ((from "Megatron's throne is pretty cozy! Ridiculous, but cozy" to "Starscream: torture him!")) Bumblebee: (( ...scyyyythes? )) FakeProwl: ((could someone send me the missing chunk please)) Whirl: ((i got u Puff)) Txen: ((purple praying mantis arms)) Smokescreen: ((I can send! FakeProwl: ((snif did it, thanks)) Bumblebee: Also, don't call me bug. Txen: ((unicrons weed logo tho)) Whirl: Everything he does looks incredibly goofy. Whirl: ((TEX)) Smokescreen: ((aaa okay Airachnd: Quite. Txen: ((age of chaos more like age of dank)) Rodimus: OH! Smokescreen: ..... yeah I'd do this Bumblebee: (( age of DANK MEMES )) Txen: ((get him some reefer thatll bliss him right out)) Smokescreen: Also Unitron seems like the best one! Rodimus: What the all spark is what makes new sparks right? Txen: ((space crack is whack)) Airachnd: age of the good kush)) ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes. It is.]] Shockbox: (( I am dying.)) Rodimus: *nods to Smokescreen* yeha i could find that. Smokescreen: ((its from earth how good can it be)) Txen: ((unicron IS earth)) Rodimus: I can find vector sigma-- i can find that. Magnus: *tries to slip in as discretely as a giant man can* Smokescreen: :OO So- the matrix can do all that...? Airachnd: [sage not at what Ratchet said] Rodimus: *makes grab hands at Magnus* Whirl: I don't think the allspark would help US any--unless you're getting it for them? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks up, slightly surprised. A greeting ping.* Txen: Skylynx: *oh hey! the guy he chewed up!* Magnus: *nods to Rodimus* Good evening. FakeProwl: *... magnus is one of the people prowl would least like to catch him sitting on a couch with a soundwave and a shockwave* Rodimus: Magnus <3 Whirl: *snickers* I like your strategy, big guy. FakeProwl: *but prowl is on hand-holding duty. he can't leave. he'll endure it.* Smokescreen: But there's gotta be a better way to find it- I did get a bunch of coordinates from this thing recently- one of them's gotta lead to it. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's not oblivious. He will find a way to repay that.* ItsyBitsySpyers: *But first.* @Prowl: (txt): Warning: modified patch attack approaching. Shockbox: *Two shockwaves.* FakeProwl: *acknowledging ping* Smokescreen: oh no boomtank: -so confused- Shockbox: *He still has a place on the wave couch.* Whirl: *nice* Magnus: ((was whirl talking to magnus?)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *At least Shockbox isn't being asked to perform hand duty.* Airachnd: At least Megatron has some standards. boomtank: -apparently missed enough for this to not make sense- Starscream: yes! Bumblebee: ...I oddly don't care, Megatron. Smokescreen: .... Rodimus: *he will sit properly on the couch for magnus* OuO Whirl: I can't believe Megatron said the most sensible thing I've heard all damn night. Bumblebee: ...sorry, smokey. Txen: ((god that just reminds me of the *** terrible line thats at the end)) Smokescreen: I. I need to protect Megatron- frag that sounds weird to say but ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave's dorsal plating ripples. He hates the moments within Megatron's head most of all. They are the closest to reliving the memories he stole.* FakeProwl: *squeezes Soundwave's hand instead of covering neck* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Returns it as tightly as would not also be painful. A mutual thing.* Txen: Predaking: *shudders and hackles* Magnus: *perches on the edge of the couch, not quite settling in yet* How are things on the ship, Rodimus? Bumblebee: The retributive part of me is just...really, really satisfied knowing Unicron treated him like that. Airachnd: I cannot exactly protect my Megatron, considering he is molten slag. Bumblebee: But it's the worst feeling so... Whirl: I wouldn't protect Megatron, I'd jus give him the dignity of killing him. Rodimus: Busy--- you coming back to me, Magnus? :D Whirl: ...maybe a little slowly. ItsyBitsySpyers: \\Y'ALRIGHT OVER THERE, YOUR KINGLINESS?\\ Smokescreen: That's fair! But- he's kinda stuck as leader here, andI don't want Unileader. Whirl: But a... slightly slow and very painful death is pretty damn generous, under the circumstances, really. Bumblebee: ...You two are kind of adorable. Whirl: Hmm. These two remind me of some people I know. *sidelong look at Rumble* Txen: Darksteel: Us? Bumblebee: ...Wait are we really all that surprised someone ELSE came back from the dead? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Slow blink. Equally slow look over at Frenzy. Then back at Whirl.* Smokescreen: oh nooooo megatron's butt is awful now THANKS UNICRON Bumblebee: Yes, you two. ItsyBitsySpyers: //...Guess the birds are like that, yeah.// Bumblebee: ...Smokescreen, what the frag? Swoop: :V Magnus: Only with a certain someone in handcuffs. *glances up and around at the room, faceplates shifting into a frown at the scene* ... Yes, busy. I can see that. Swoop: :V Txen: ((shockwave non reaction lmao))\ boomtank: ohwow Smokescreen: ... What? Airachnd: shockwave, seeing god of chaos: eh)) Smokescreen: ... I need to learn to NOT externalize every thought, huh? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Crunch.* Shockbox: (( Isn't that at least 90% of his reactions, though.)) Whirl: *maintains his cheeky sidelong look for a moment longer before watching the action* I gotta say, I like Peadcons' style. I mean it went poorly but how can you not appreciate someone whose first-- Whirl: --reaction to encountering the avatar of a god is to try and kill him? Rodimus: *nudges Magnus* I was the first in weeks--- *shrugs* I doubt i even need to hold these. FakeProwl: *has been quietly listening in on Magnus's conversation* Txen: Shockwave: *crunched* Smokescreen: oh no Bumblebee: No Smokey, I just...Megatron's butt? Really? Txen: ((and yes... his reactions are all 'eh' and it is precious)) Rodimus: ((I = this Whirl: *snickers at Rumble* FakeProwl: @Magnus «Have you made any progress that you're at liberty to share?» Swoop: Him Shockwave dead Bumblebee: Shockwave, you were not built for speed. Smokescreen: those squeaks from those predaterrors are kinda adorable Bumblebee: ..........Dear Primus. Airachnd: [covers mouth with hand servo] FakeProwl: ((I get the feeling that Shockwave's "It defies all science" and Starscream's "We're doomed!" are the same statement in different languages.)) Whirl: Bless them, tanks are fantastic but not known for their maneuverability. Txen: That is true. I am not. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave pings Shockwave. He's so very, very grateful his ally survived. And was not turned.* Bruin: *get wreked* boomtank: Wh-what just happened there? Txen: *is clearly not dead, swoop* Magnus: *bats Rodimus's nudging hand away like someone might a child's* It is, of course, your decision, captain. You know more of crew morale than I do these days. Swoop: *no, ur dead* Txen: ((lol puff)) Swoop: *don't tell him is business, that dude dead* Txen: *glances at Soundwave and wiggles his fingers in agreement. he didnt particularly wish to die there either* Whirl: A moment of silence for our dear, departed Shockwave. I can't believe he's gone. *drapes a claw over his cockpit dramatically* ItsyBitsySpyers: \\I CAN STILL HEAR HIS VOICE...\\ Txen: Shockwave: *quiet scoff* Airachnd: [chuckling] Bumblebee: Sometimes, I can still hear his voice. Smokescreen: ... Airachnd: [LAUGHS] Smokescreen: RUDE Bumblebee: Smokey please Shockbox: (( I remember /cackling/ when I first saw that.)) Whirl: *laughs* Swoop: :V Bruin: *lol* Smokescreen: ... /Going to go ahead and phase himself into a wall just for extra effect/ Beeeeee help I'm a wall decoration Rodimus: *pouts just a little but still smiles widely* Bumblebee: [snickers] Swoop: :V :V :V Airachnd: How shallow of him. Txen: Skylynx: *rolls onto his back and covers his optics with his tail plume* Txen: Skylynx: This part is....... embarassing... Smokescreen: beeeee I'm a real wallflower here :( Bumblebee: And I can't believe THAT worked. Swoop: *patpatpatpatpats Skylynx* Bumblebee: pfffffft Magnus: @Prowl: *glances sidelong at the unexpected comm* ::I am loath to admit it, but I doubt the chase will end soon. There is little positive to report.:: Swoop: What embarassing boomtank: ...are you kdding me? Whirl: Happens to the best of us, mech. *sympathetic nod to Skylynx* Smokescreen: I can! You can't spell Starscream without "Gullible." Bumblebee: Smokey, I'm so doing that again. Smokescreen: Stargulliblescream FakeProwl: *mumbles* fifty-eight percent probability. Whirl: ...won't happen to ME, though. *cheeky, sidelong look Predaking's way* boomtank: He broke it that easily? Airachnd: Oh, he's alive. Swoop: Look, him dead Bumblebee: He's alive. boomtank: Shockwave looked alive there Smokescreen: Pff- please do, Beepbee. Txen: Predaking: *amused hmph at Whirl* I do not expect -your- fealty. Merely your defeat. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Ravage joins the couch to park himself on Soundwave's lap.* Bumblebee: Whirl, are you flirting with Predaking??? FakeProwl: @Magnus «I see. If you need any assistance...» Smokescreen: Hey Soundwave- are the predacons online where you are? Txen: Shockwave: *looks quite alive now in fact* FakeProwl: @Magnus «I'm certain you won't accept it from me. But, I offer it anyway.» Whirl: Pfft, as if anyone could earn my fealty, really. But still--we need to set up a time and place. ItsyBitsySpyers: =Yes. Many.= Airachnd: [laughs] Smokescreen: ME NO Whirl: *to Bumblebee* Hmm. No, not yet. Gotta see how he fights, first. Airachnd: The idea of smokescreen being a Prime. Rodimus: Firebreath is so awesome, its a good motif! Smokescreen: me you don't need to mention that every time it's really not necessary and- yeah. Not the right bot at all. Airachnd: It's laughable at best.

The damn stream rebooted. Lost a huge chunk of the chat.

Welcome to the 'lostlightstream' room. Smokescreen: No no no no no- I'm NOT crying on more Optimi. Bumblebee: You want to talk? I...it's...I get it. Smokescreen: ((it's completely hoeless now :( Whirl: If you say so. Airachnd: Oh well, it started when I told him to talk to my Optimus, to truly see if he was over Optimus' death. Whirl: *SMOKESCREEN, HE IS BEING SINCERE* Whirl: *Exhibit A that Whirl is Not Good At Comforting People* boomtank: No, you didn't but you're blaming yoursself for something that you were not capable of stopping ItsyBitsySpyers: *Tiny helm shake. All right. He's focused on the room again, and not distant thoughts. Where is everyone's conversation? He'll buzz Ravage for the data.* Whirl: ((hoeless, eh)) Rodimus: YOu remember to refuel Magnus? You forget when you are working too hard. Airachnid: ((wait dangit it did somethign weird with the chat)) Shockwave: ((wow i just DCd and it lost recent stuff and is showing me older stuff ;;) Airachnid: ((what the heck)) FakeProwl: ((... skype just randomly refreshed and deleted the whole window, can somebody send me the log-- dammit did it happen to everyone)) boomtank: ((the frick? Airachnid: WHY IS YOUR NAME AIRACHNID ON MY SCREEN)) Smokescreen: ((Yeahhh it happened to everyone)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((it happened to me too D:)) Smokescreen: ((I DONT KNOW IT JUST DID THAT??)) Whirl: ((SMOKESCREEN AAHAHA)) Whirl: ((THEYF UUUSED)) Sorida: (( omg what just happened)) FakeProwl: ((well, fvck. i lost a huge chunk of tonight's chat. :,) Rodimus: ((cause not its not lagging Smokescreen: ((smokescreen is actually airachnid)) Sorida: (( I KNEW IT )) boomtank: ((smokey no! Rodimus: ((they reset servers Airachnid: fusion is just a tactic to make weak Cybertronians stronger)) Airachnid: *grunts, pulling his attentuion away from the shouting* Sir? I'm fueled to sufficient levels. I have no intention of working tonight. *oddly enough, he's not getting up to stop the shouting* Smokescreen: But yeah- Optimus' life is way more important than- you know. Whirl: ((OH NO IT HAPPENED TO BIG M TOO)) Smokescreen: ((ULTRA MAGNUS is also airachnid livestream made everyone spider Airachnid: EVERYONE'S NAME IS AIRACHNID ON MY SCREEN WHY)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((who am i appearing as)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((awwww, i'm still myself)) Whirl: ((and in that moment... I swear we were all airachnid)) Airachnid: we are all spider)) Sorida: (( PFFFFFFFFFFF )) FakeProwl: ((are we at least multicolor airachnids)) Shockwave: ((omg magnus is airachnid too)) Bruin: ((go home livestream ur drunk)) Shockbox: ((Hm.)) Airachnid: Airachnid has taken over)) Whirl: ((our queen)) Smokescreen: ((queen!!)) Shockwave: ((i vote we end on this note. nothing can top Airachnid Rainbow)) Airachnid: -finger guns-)) boomtank: ((oh god Shockbox: (( Pffffff.)) Airachnid: true)) FakeProwl: ((everyone's name is normal to me but im delighted to know that yall have rainbow spider)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((i have two airachnids and everyone else is fine)) Whirl: ((most everyone's name is normal here, with the exception of BB's and Magnus's, but BB's has changed)) Shockbox: (( Txen is showing up as 'Shockwave' for me.)) Shockbox: (( But that is not problematic at all, really.)) Shockwave: ((it booted me back to a previous nickname i guess)) Airachnid: ((Lord, I do show up as airachnid)) Airachnid: ((weird Shockbox: ((/shrug emoji)) boomtank: You didn't know what was going to happen, and blaming yourself is doing you no favors FakeProwl: ((oh wait, magnus is airachnid! i DO have a false spider.)) Airachnid: ((identity crisis)) Airachnid changed their nickname to Magnus. FakeProwl: ((well, we already knew you were everybody)) Smokescreen: I guess so... It makes me feel like I've got some control over what happened, but- it's not like I can go back and change it now. Rodimus: You remember to refuel Magnus? *he starts to stand up* You forget when you are working too hard. Sorida changed their nickname to Bumblebee. Bumblebee: [hugs Smokey] Bumblebee: You weren't expecting it, doesn't sound like anyone was. Smokescreen: /Clinging to Bee/ boomtank: You didn't. That's the point. You did what you could in a situation you had no control over Whirl: I still maintain that the Drifters did this song better. Rodimus: I like her voice. Whirl: It's not bad/ Airachnid: It is indeed nice, tolerable for human music. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is pleasing. As are the lyrics.]] Whirl: But not everyone can be Ben E King. Whirl: It's a good song. *nods* Smokescreen: But I didn't do enough- I wish I could've done more. I at least could be not here helping Megatron of all bots, but- I don't think I could lead something against him now. Whirl: *tilts his head* Hey, Rodders, got time for a request? FakeProwl: *not enough rock. isn't enjoying it.* Rodimus: I bet Magnus could sing it better * he grins teasingly at the ex-enforcer* FakeProwl: *but, it managed to rouse soundwave back into speech. ...well. "speech."* Rodimus: What's up Whirl? Whirl: Anything by AC/DC. Not enough classic rock in tonight's playlist. boomtank: You did what you could. And...sometimes that isn't enough. It's life. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Trust good music to draw something out of him even when he's tired.* Whirl: *and he happens to know a certain depressed mech sharing the couch with him might appreciate some AC/DC* Airachnid: /By the Allspark/. boomtank: But you continue to live. And looking back like you are only holds you back. Shockwave: *taps Soundwave's palm with a claw. he has... Potentially Humorous Commentary* Smokescreen: I guess so- but doesn't make it better- I wish I could've done better. Magnus: I'm quite alright, si- *pauses a little* I'm not singing anything. *frowns, not right now* Rodimus: AC/DC --- ok i play alot of that let go with something i never played before. Bumblebee: Smokes... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave glances over at Shockwave. Hmm? What?* boomtank: You can't do anything now, but you can move forwards Whirl: *listens; it's not immediately apparent what this is* ... ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble hears good jams and starts to lift his helm.* Bumblebee: But think about what's happened now Whirl: --WAIT. WAIT NOT THIS ONE. Whirl: DIFFERENT SONG. ......*ahem* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...Wait a second* Whirl: *attempts to regroup his cool* Whirl: How about Shoot to Thrill. Rodimus: What---? Whirl: How about that one. ItsyBitsySpyers: *IS HE PLAYING--* Bumblebee: Whirl, what? Rodimus: Not alot about rosie? Whirl: NO. Smokescreen: Move forward? I don't even know what I CAN go with now Whirl: I mean, no. Whirl: Shoot to Thrill. Whirl: *HE BEEFED IT* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble's visor dims to near black. He suddenly gets very interested in looking at Airachnid instead.* Whirl: *SUPER BEEF* Airachnid: ... what? FakeProwl: *there's shouting. what's whirl doing.* Whirl: *he's doing his best to keep his cool* Magnus: *stiffens a little, promised himself he wouldn't get in the middle of it but it's getting harder the louder it gets* boomtank: Live rather than survive. Looking back like you are now? That's not living. You cannot change the past, so stop putting all your focus on it Airachnid: He cannot apparently. Airachnid: Pity. boomtank: Stay out of this spider ItsyBitsySpyers: //Nothin'. Jus' was--// He can't even lie well right now. //--Thinkin' bout the moon. 'S all.// Bumblebee: Airachnid, take your sass. Put it in your pocket. Airachnid: Make me. boomtank: I just might Smokescreen: I thought I was doing a pretty good job of living, though... Bumblebee: You are! Airachnid: :3c Bumblebee: I mean, look at how many friends you have, how many bots care about you. Whirl: *should he pretend it never happened? What do? WHAT DO* ...@Rumble: Sorry, mech. Shockwave: *passes over the thought of a rather silly mitten-looking 'Hand Reinforcement' for protection against future crushing. if, you know. they werent already done with the content that's to blame.* Shockwave: *its clear he doesn't really resent having to repair his hand twice and its just a ... very, very dry attempt at joke* Bumblebee: Don't you make that face, Airachnid. Rodimus: *looks to magnus and gives a small shrug* Airachnid: >:3cccccccc Smokescreen: buddy you're a wise man something something gonna be a big man someday Smokescreen: ... oh Bumblebee: [bobbing his head a little, he actually knows this song] Rodimus: @Magnus ::If we are in a hurry I can kick them all out so we can have our meeting.:: Whirl: ((imagining airachnid make that face tho)) Shockwave: ((shockwaves hand to soundwaves hand: we've got to stop meeting like this)) Airachnid: she does)) Bumblebee: Close, Smokey. Big difference between Queen and AC/DC Shockwave: ((soundwaves hand to shockwaves hand: ive got a crush on u)) Airachnid: when she smiles, her mouth is like :3)) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //What for?// How the FRAG did he know? WHO TOLD HIM? Whirl: ((PFFT)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((txen you're killing me lmfao)) Bumblebee: (( i'm convinced that's the only expression she knows )) boomtank: -better, lets Bee take over now- Airachnid: it's the only emoji she uses)) Smokescreen: I know Queen? That's one difference ItsyBitsySpyers: @Shockwave: [[...In red.]] Whirl: *well, even if he hadn't said anything, his reaction to the song gave him away anything* @Rumble: I think you know. But, uh. ...sorry. *excellent. he has mastered wordsmithing, just look at him* Whirl: ...*anyway Whirl: *anything?? wtf me)) Bumblebee: Smokescreen, you ever hear Bohemian Rhapsody? That one's a trip. Smokescreen: Of course! Magnus: @Rodimus: ::Do not rush things on my account, but if you think it will stop the shouting... Well, it is not my place to say anymore. I relinquished my place here.:: Shockwave: @Soundwave: *considers whether the polyfibers could be dyed, then nods. the little mental image turns red* Rodimus: @Magnus ::Just go head up to my of-- no wait--- the ready room we can have our meeting there and not be interupted.:: boomtank: -back to the work on his datapad- Rodimus: *shrugs and tilts his helm to the room* Rodimus: @Magnus ::No other officers come to this anymore i can just leave it to them.:: Bumblebee: What other Earth music do you know? [oh good, a distraction until next time Optimus comes up in conversation...] Whirl: ((the closest thing to an officer in this room is Whirl. What a scary thought)) Bumblebee: (( ........that is terrifying )) ItsyBitsySpyers: @Whirl: //Yeah. All right.// A long pause. //Listen, don't - I don't wanna... y'know.// He's not ready to talk about that yet. //Jus'. Don't say nothin'.// boomtank: ((wait, what? Rodimus: ((just rodimus alone THATS FINE HE IS GETTING USED OT IT)) Smokescreen: A bunch of it! I'd play a bunch of their pop music whenever I was driving- It was one of those stations that did pop music from the '80's to today? Bumblebee: wait you did what on patrols?? Bumblebee: please tell me those weren't patrols. Smokescreen: Not on patrols! Smokescreen: Just drives for fun. Whirl: *makes a soft "pfft" sound aloud* @R: Of course I won't, mech. I haven't so far. I'm not gonna throw you under the bus. Bumblebee: Ok, because I did that my first few months and...yea. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave huffs softly. He appreciates the mitten joke. He also pictured them on the revived Megatron's hands instead, to make him less intimidating a thought. It helped.* Bumblebee: What stuff did you hear? Magnus: @Rodimus: *glances around with a grunt* ::I think that sounds like a good idea. I'll be waiting for you, sir.:: Smokescreen: I'd play other songs while on patrol to get my head in the game. Magnus: *slowly brushes off his frame and starts to get up* Shockwave: ((gosh my LS chat is doing a thing where it wont scroll unless i catch it up manually ;;)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble stares at Whirl for a couple of seconds before nodding. His visor goes a tad brighter, but his night's kinda done now.* //Goin' home. Seeya.// Whirl: ((I HATE IT when it does that X|)) Whirl: *bobs his helm* G'night. Smokescreen: A lot of stuff! You ever hear about Michael Jackson? He's the King of pop! Really talented! Actually actually can we listen to him Whirl: I'm Bad's a good song. Rodimus: I like this cover Bumblebee: Yeah, I have! Smokescreen: all his songs are good songs Whirl: It... huh. Sounds like. Cyclonus, a little. *blinks* Bumblebee: ...This is a nice cover. Bumblebee: Sad, but nice. Whirl: ((his voice is lovely but the original is so much more haunting <3)) Rodimus: ((you shut it you only like orginals Whirl: *just gonna stare at the blank screen with a wide opic and a perked antenna, like a cat watching a computer cursor* Rodimus: ((I tihnk its cause i heard this one live and his voice tears your chest Rodimus: ((I am glad he made a offical cover Whirl: ((I like plenty of covers... Iron Savior's cover of The Hellion/Electric Eye is much better than Judas Priests;'s, for instance)) Shockwave: DS: *looks from screen to whirl a few times* You look like Shockwave when a test tube's around. Magnus: *nods to Rodimus as he stands* I'll be seeing you shortly, sir. *begins to slip out towards their meeting spot* Whirl: ((His voice is wonderful, but I just love Simon and Garfunkel's haunting harmony!)) FakeProwl: ((this isn't the best version I've heard him do)) Rodimus: *smiles brightly at Magnus* FakeProwl: ((p good though)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak CACKLES at Darksteel's remark* Bumblebee: [snickers] Whirl: *blinks and snaps out of it, snorting* What? Really? ...do his antenna do the thing. Airachnid: [it was somewhat cute] Rodimus: ((yeah it was killer live Whirl: ((I'll bet!)) Rodimus: Cyclonus really...? Whirl: Hmm? What about him? Shockwave: DS: They do all sorts of stuff if you pay attention long enough. *leans in conspiratorially* Shockwave: DS: You really wanna see em wiggle? Whirl: *snickers* I'll be sure to keep an eye out. Whirl: ((now HERE is a cover I love, this one is amazin)) Whirl: *doesn't even try to hide this statement from Shockwave* FakeProwl: *ugh. so apparently it's all sad melodic songs now.* Shockwave: Shockwave: *not dignifying this conversation with a response* Rodimus: Maybe that gravel part of the voice--- you know right when you -hit- his shpot /just/ right be is hella hard to get the deep---- OH HELLO MULTIVESE MECHS! :D Smokescreen: /Drooping a little with the song- sad songs are rough tonight!/ Rodimus: *lets just go stack up cubes and like talk details on how to get crewmates off* FakeProwl: *turns down his audials. if anybody wants his attention, they can shout to him. the only person here he plans on speaking with doesn't talk anyway.* Bumblebee: [pets Smokey's wings] Shockwave: DS: *IS actually talking in a hushed voice, just isnt very GOOD at it* Just put that... weirdo human movie alien he likes up on the screen. Whirl: *if that was sexua, it went right over Whirl's head* Yeah, when he sings, it's always got that edge to it. ItsyBitsySpyers: ((DARKSTEEL)) Whirl: Also, Rodders, if you'll deign to take a second request from me, can we listen to I'm Bad? Smokescreen: /Nuzzling Bee some here/ Smokescreen: YEAH YEAH BAD!!! Rodimus: *snrots and looks up at the warrior to see if he is getting tyed with* Whirl: *he';s gonna cheer SOMEONE up, dammit* Rodimus: What no more sappy songs eh? Whirl: You're gonna hafta be more specific than that, Darksteel. Whirl: Oh, no, I'm enjoying this. The harmony's lovely. But 'Bee talked about Michael Jackson, so... *shrugs* Bumblebee: ...This song is a lot sadder than I remember. Smokescreen: .... Shockbox: *He is paying attention to the conversation, but doing his best to pretend he isn't.* Smokescreen: /Going to rest his helm in Bee's lap- he's already feeling drained enoughhhh/ Bumblebee: [pets Smokey's helm] Shockbox: *This....talk of aliens and antennae wiggles.* Bumblebee: Same, buddy. Whirl: ((everyone wants to know the Secret of Shockwave's Antenna)) Rodimus: Half way? *he grins cheekily* Shockwave: Darksteel: *grimaces and tries to remember. wiggles a claw in the air* You know, the... it's all black and shiny, and it lays its eggs in people? Bumblebee: Darksteel, what?! Whirl: *momentary distant look* Whirl: Can't... say that's familiar, mech. Smokescreen: ... Wait, Darksteel, what? Where? Bumblebee: Should we be...worried about that?? Shockwave: Darksteel: *shushes Bee and Smokey urgently and looks back at Shockwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy leans on Darksteel's side and motions for Whirl's attention. He then points at Soundwave and mouths the word "Halloween"* Whirl: Send me a pic. Shockwave: Shockwave: *dun give a fuk* Rodimus: Aleins? Bumblebee: Insecticons? Whirl: *looks to Frenzy* ... *he's trying to tell him something, he can feel it* Shockwave: Darksteel: No-- I mean, I think he likes them too-- and -yeah- no slag its an alien... Rodimus: That? ItsyBitsySpyers: *PRIMUS WARN A MECH* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave sits back a lil* Whirl: Well, if it's in a movie, I'VE never seen the movie. *looks to the screen* Shockwave: Darksteel: *pulls a blue crayon out of his subspace and starts doodling drawing of a xenomorph on it* Here--- heyyy. Whirl: Yep. Never seen that film. Whirl: *NOW IMEMDIATELY LOOKS TO SHOCKWAVE* Rodimus: We showed it FakeProwl: *??* Smokescreen: :O Bumblebee: O.o; FakeProwl: *u ok soundwave* Whirl: I missed it, then. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Yes. Yes, er, he's fi--STOP THAT* Shockwave: Shockwave: .................. *antennae quiver* Whirl: *ZOOP* Whirl: *HE SAW IT* Shockbox: *Well....now /he/ is intrigued by this creature.* Shockwave: Darksteel: *a little miffed his doodle got beat to the punch* FakeProwl: *since he's already looking in soundwave's direction, catches that quiver from past him* Smokescreen: is that soundwave boomtank: -looks up- ....? Rodimus: He dressed up as one. FakeProwl: *glances back at screen. ... hmm. so /both/ of them.* Whirl: It's pretty neat. Whirl: I dig the tail. Shockbox: *He tilts his helm curiously, as his antennae, tragically, do not wiggle.* boomtank: What is that? Bumblebee: That is terrifying. Whirl: Nah, it's adorable. Bumblebee: Would not want to run into one of those. boomtank: Looks interesting Whirl: The inner mouth kinda reminds me of Killer, a little. Smokescreen: I mean, it could be kinda cute... Rodimus: It was a pretty cool movie if not---- a tad VERY 80's Shockwave: Shockwave: 8would very much like to run into one of those* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[It is - an efficient organic.]] Bumblebee: ...Do I want to know who or what Killer is? Whirl: ...waaait. Wait! No, I HAVE seen one of these! She shows up at Teach's movie night sometimes, yeah? *looks to Soundwave* Shockwave: ((RODDY YOU ARE THE LORD OF 80s)) Rodimus: ((its not an insult ot rodimus lol Whirl: Killer's my pet space barnacle. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Yes.]] Very, very carefully keeping his mental tone flat. [[She has.]] Whirl: It dismembered someone once. *drapes his claw over his cockpit* Such a little stinker. Bruin: *Specter is practically bouncing on Bruins head because thats a neat organic, could use a few more eyes tho* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Merciful Micronus, that one's a mech.* Whirl: Nice. Shockwave: Shockwave: *ah* Shockbox: *Reserving judgement for when (if ever) he gets to see one of these creatures in action.* Rodimus: *going to keep scrolling threw pictures yes.* Whirl: That would be a killer alt-mode. Shockbox: *But still, /very/ curious.* boomtank: !!! Whirl: *luckily for Soundwave, Whirl isn't judging him, he's most interested in the creatures, and sought from him merely confirmation* Shockbox: *Well. That is a little bit of action.* boomtank: okaynotinterestinganymore Whirl: Little drooly, though. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Distraction. Distraction. Shockwave's distracted. Can't ping him.* FakeProwl: *prowl is. just. sideways glancing at his couchmates. feels like he learned something tonight.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Thoughts about documentary? ItsyBitsySpyers: *There. Yes. Good.* Whirl: *LAUGHS* Whirl: The little mouth! Shockwave: Shockwave: *going to put darksteel on -such- Throne Room Construction Duty* Whirl: Aww, look at it! It tore someone in two! Airachnid: [is going to sneak out while everyone is looking at the pictures] Shockbox: *Mesmerized* Whirl: *will swivel his helm and bob his head at Airachnid* FakeProwl: *ah? hm.* @Soundwave «The knowledge that Unicron can compact himself into the size of a regular mech is... alarming. I wouldn't have thought it possible for such a small frame to support him.» Shockwave: Darksteel: *Regret.......* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I take it you invited Starscream to warn him against the dangers of making a bargain with Unicron for power.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Thank goodness, the images are gone. Going from the tape to that was SUCH whiplash.* Shockbox: *Aw. It is over.* Whirl: ((darksteel, you did us all a great service today. Your sacrifice will not be forgotten)) Rodimus: *grins to himself and centently projecting his mirth* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Correct. Record indicated boxverse alternate attempted. This, not wanted. Rodimus: *trolllolololol* Shockwave: Shockwave: *relaxes very slightly now that he doesnt have to be so Attentive to the Perfect Organic* ItsyBitsySpyers: *RODIMUS HE TAKES BACK EVERY GIFT YOU GOT TODAY* Rodimus: *mind is off unicorn isnt it?* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...You can keep the gifts* Cardinal: Hello Soundwave and company! Whirl: *streetches* Well, I feel like I learned a lot tonight. I should see that movie sometime. Cardinal: ((Aww did I miss the stream)) Bumblebee: I never want to see that movie. Whirl: *stands and points to Predaking* Comm me when you're free. We'll has out a date and time. Smokescreen: Oh! Soundwave- did you ever get a chance to listen to that playlist? Bumblebee: [thumbs-up at Whirl] FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Boxverse. The one where Starscream is crowned and immediately assassinated by Megatron-turned-Galvatron?» FakeProwl: *he's guessing based on, y'know, the box shapes.* Shockbox: *He will have to ask his alternate what makes that Organic so 'Perfect', but he'll admit to it being appealing.* Shockwave: Shockwave: *hesitates* .... I possess the films on file and have shared them previously. boomtank: -and up he goes. Time to go home now- ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Greetings, Knock Out.]] And yes, he missed it. [[Farewell, Blaster.]] Bumblebee: Knock Out! boomtank: Thanks for the recording, g'night Whirl: There's more than ONE? Well, deamn. Yeah, shoot em to me, mech. *nods* Shockwave: Predaking: *nods to Whirl. now that the documentary has ended, it seems an opportune time for such... 'hashing'* Rodimus: *pings whirl a link to DL the triolgy later* Cardinal: Hello Bee! boomtank: -waves to Soundwave before leaving- ItsyBitsySpyers: @Smokescreen [[Part of it. He is enjoying it.]] Shockwave: Shockwave: Very well. boomtank: ((mun is gonna wander off now, thanks for the stream Shockbox: *And speaking of asking things later.....* @Shockwave: I have a proposition. Smokescreen: Really? I'm glad you're liking it! Guess I was right about the music you like. Whirl: All right, I'm out. See you losers later. *salutes the room and trots for the door* Bumblebee: Bye, Whirl! FakeProwl: *ah. the pretty doctor is here.* Shockwave: Shockwave: *looks at alternate expectantly* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Affirmative. That Starscream, also ghost. *Small pause.* Unknown if related to one encountered. FakeProwl: *he missed the show.* Cardinal: *awww* Bumblebee: Hey Predaking, um...never mind. Cardinal: *is going to look around for Buzzsaw* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Ghost. Is that a frequent occurrence with Starscreams?» Smokescreen: :O Knocktopus! Whirl: *spins on his heel to nod to Bee, spins back, and leaves* Shockwave: Predaking: *blinks* Cardinal: Trogdor! Smokescreen: /Going to wave at Knocktopus- he's not moving his helm from Bee's lapthough/ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw floats over to Knock Out and perches. Saw buds.* Smokescreen: You should lie down here with me- it's pretty comfy here! Cardinal: *saw buds 4 life* Cardinal: *waves back to Smokescreen* Cardinal: In a bit, definitely! ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Unclear. Three known. More examples needed. Bumblebee: ...Well, Predaking, sir. Would you, um, we're trying to organize treaties and...you know, Predacon territory. Protecting it. Yeah. So. Cardinal: Hello Buzzsaw. How goes life in the art world? FakeProwl: @Soundwave «That's three too many for my tastes. I don't suppose you know how to... banish them? exorcize? ghostbust?» ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Successful, of course! Steve Vale awaits the completion of my newest piece with stalled ventilations.}} Cardinal: Steve Vale? *thinks* Is that the Eradicon settlement? FakeProwl: ((... is he making a statue of starscream for steve vale)) Cardinal: A sculpture I assume? Bumblebee: ...Steve Vale? Shockwave: Predaking: Ah, so you seek my advice regarding my bretheren from your 'universe'. Rodimus: *oh great they are all chatting now...* ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Ah! You've heard of it! Yes, they look forward to having their struggles immortalized.}} Bumblebee: Yes. Please. Council's tricky and this is the one thing they're going to let me do so... Cardinal: *nods thoughtfully* Cardinal: What kind of materials do you typically used? Rodimus: *flops backwards on the now cleared off table and broods* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Bumblebee: {{A large Vehicon settlement of approximately 80. All have assigned themselves variations on the human designation "Steve".}} Bruin: *Everyone has reached the end of their collective socialization tolerance fr the night, so time to leave* Shockbox: @Shockwave: In exchange for my own CNA sample, I would like to request a small preview of your current working area. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Negative. Knowledge never needed. One reframed, one helpful. Other seen, never met. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Laserbeak helpfully pats Rodimus' helm and offers him a treat with one feeler* ItsyBitsySpyers: *...She then takes it back, splits it in half, and offers him half. She'll eat the other piece.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Hm. Too bad.» *it might be useful if he ever needs to assassinate Starscream someday.* Shockwave: Predaking: *frowns thoughtfully* What is the current status of your relations? Has their territory been respected thus far? FakeProwl: *admittedly, the dead usually can't hold public office, but he wouldn't put it past Starscream to try anyway.* ItsyBitsySpyers: {{Found materials, dead parts, energon... the usual, dear doctor.}} Cardinal: *chuckles* I thought so. Shockwave: @Shockbox: *helm tilt* ...Acceptable. *his samples from the boxyverses are limited, and all evidence indicates that this alternate is not particularly destructive or disrespectful* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Will inform if discovered. Cardinal: My mate uses the same for his puzzles. I was thinking I might trade you some of his cast-offs for some of yours? Give you both more variety for your respective work. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Buzzsaw sticks out a feeler. Deal.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «I'd appreciate it.» Bumblebee: As well as it can be, bots are afraid and mostly don't want trouble. But I know there's going to be THAT idiot that goes out and tries to hunt them. So I guess...how much space is enough space... Bumblebee: And how much contact do you want from us? Cardinal: *shakes it formally* Shockbox: *His posture might have straightened a smidgen. He nods at the other's confirmation.* ItsyBitsySpyers: {{I shall transfer you one of my rare failed pieces tomorrow.}} Shockwave: Predaking: *hmms* Such an individual would soon become the hunted. Bumblebee: Yeah, and then it would just be a giant mess for everyone. Shockbox: *Going to be the first time he willingly travels to someone else's universe for something other than a large gathering.* Bumblebee: But I'll keep in mind to write that into the treaty. Shockwave: *daw........ alternate playdate* Shockbox: *Shhshhhh yes.* Cardinal: Hey Trogdor, still room over there? Shockbox: *Might need....coodinates.....and to set up a time.* FakeProwl: @Soundwave «... How are you?» Smokescreen: Plenty of room! Come on over! FakeProwl: *he needs to leave to get ready for work soon, but he's gotta make sure Soundwave has adequately recovered first.* Shockbox: *Do not recall if Shockbox was ever given a frequency to attempt communication with, either.* ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Relieved documentaries: complete. Tired. Journey home, recharge imminent. Rodimus: *bored Rdoimus. this is bad* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Which is why the minis are starting to gather toward him* Rodimus: *he sits up and peers aroudn the room servaying...* FakeProwl: *acknowledging ping. that's good enough.* @Soundwave «I should go get ready for work.» ItsyBitsySpyers: *Oh no. Soundwave knows what that means. He's scramming.* Smokescreen: /He's going to glance at Rodimus and wink at- come make a car pile!/ Bumblebee: Smokey, this is your song. ItsyBitsySpyers: @Prowl: (txt): Acknowledged. Work well. ... Assistance appreciated. Shockwave: Predaking: If my 'alternate' is anything like myself, then the principle factors for consideration are power and respect. Peaceable relations -are- possible, but recall that your Autobots may still-- Cardinal: Excellent! Smokescreen: ((wait dangit the sound isnt playing what song Bumblebee: (( CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SOOOOOOON Cardinal: *He's going to head right on over to Smokescreen and Bee* Smokescreen: ((:OOO Shockwave: Predaking: --have much to atone for. As for the size of their territory, I myself claimed a large space centered upon our burial grounds and the Manganese Mountains. I am told it is roughly-- FakeProwl: @Soundwave «Rest well.» Cardinal: Hello Bumblebug! Smokescreen: wait I'm not a wayward son Smokescreen: Once I rose above Bumblebee: Hey Knock Out! ItsyBitsySpyers: *Nod and carefully de-laces both hands.* Smokescreen: /He'll sing along thoguh- he knows this! Kinda!/ Cardinal: How's it going? Smokescreen: CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SUUUUUUN Bumblebee: [nods as he listens, definitely taking some mental notes] Shockwave: Predaking: --equivalent to the size of one of your pre-war city-states. FakeProwl: *a farewell ping; disappears.* Bumblebee: Ok, thank you. I...I understand. I don't know how much the Council is willing to atone, but I'll do it myself if I have to. You helped us protect Cybertron and are incredible allies to have. Shockwave: Shockwave: Good night, Soundwave. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Looks to Shockwave and pings him. He's going to go home, (and be sick and scrub up a bit and maybe play hax until he can) get some recharge.* Bumblebee: Not just for power, but as another perspective for how our planet should operate to accomodate everyone. Bumblebee: And Knock Out...honestly, it's not bad. Bumblebee: Been happier lately, how about you? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Gets everyone docked, sends Shockwave a similarly appreciative message for the handhold, and trudges out* Shockwave: Predaking: *looks faintly surprised, but pleasantly so.* If you approach the matter with a similar candidness and dignity, then I am certain you can one day achieve this goal. Smokescreen: I'm gonna head off- I gotta go somewhere important, buuut- /He's going to hug Bee and Knock Out really quick./ Bumblebee: Glad you approve, easier than the Council. I have their approval, but it came with a price I'm not willing to pay again. And they know that. Bumblebee: Seeya Smokes. [hugs back] Smokescreen: Thank you for all your help, Bee Bumblebee: Anytime. Bumblebee: I'm heading out too, thanks for hosting again. Bumblebee: And thanks for your help, Predaking. Cardinal: Bye Trogdor! *hugs* Shockwave: Predaking: *brows furrow-- more puzzled than anything* Your species' politics seem unduly troublesome. Cardinal: I've been fine, Bee. Enjoying some down time. Bumblebee: Oh yeah, they are. That's why I quit, this is really the last thing I'm ever going to do for them. Bumblebee: Awesome Knock Out, I'll um...I'll comm. you sometime? Shockwave: Predaking: *nods in acceptance of thanks* Anything to assist in the well-being of my brothers abroad. Cardinal: Please do! Shockbox: *It is time for a sleep. Or in Shockbox's case, it is time to work his aft off in order to open up a large enough timeslot for his field trip.* Shockwave: *knows that feel, alternate* Shockbox: *All of you are being bid adieu.* Shockbox: *G'night.* ItsyBitsySpyers: ((night!)) Shockwave: *He, too, must attend to his work. Files quietly out as soon as he's certain that DS and SL aren't going to consume the entire snack table on their way out* Rodimus: *there is nothing but a prime on the snack table* Shockwave: *all the more reason to make sure they dont eat you* Shockwave: (( ;) night folks, thanks for streaming, i'll get out of roddymuns hair lol)) Rodimus: ((I wanta go playoverwatch l3

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